By lunchtime Phoebe seems back to her normal mischievous self, so I text Christian and let him know we'll be there at 12. His reply is instant. *Looking forward to it. Cx*

After having a long soak in the bath with my baby girl, I dress her in one of my favourite outfits. A pale pink Chloé dress, with matching sandals. I braid her hair, something Kate showed me how to do, and fetch her matching jacket. I'm wearing a plain white blouse, a long gold statement necklace, my jeans and some little grey boots. I've tied back my hair into a high ponytail and put on some gold earrings. There, we're good to go.

"Come on baby, let's go find Daddy."

"Dadda!"

I fasten Phoebe into her seat in the back of the Q7 and give her a drink. Although she seems a lot better, she still needs to drink lots of fluids. I climb in the front and set off towards Grey House in the glorious sunshine.

When we arrive a short time later, I hand the keys over to the valet and go around to help Phoebe out.

"Dadda work!" She shouts excitedly.

"That's right, it's Daddy's work."

I take her hand and lead her into the building.

"Good Afternoon, Mrs Grey."

"Good Afternoon yourself, Jones." I smile at the very enthusiastic guard on duty.

"And hello to you too Miss Grey." He nods at Phoebe. She giggles in response and gives him a high five.

When the elevator car arrives we step in and join an elderly looking couple. Their expressions both soften instantly when they spot Phoebe. Elderly people just adore children.

"Which floor, dear?"

"20, please."

They press the button for me and Phoebe lets go of my hand and begins to cry. I crouch down to her level as she sobs and sobs.

"What's wrong, baby?"

She just points at the buttons in return. Oh, she wanted to press the button.

"You can press it on the way down."

"No, Mommy, no!" She wails.

I roll my eyes. Phoebe has always been a little dramatic.

"Why don't you press another button, young lady. I doubt Mr Grey will mind." The lady smiles down at Phoebe.

Her ears automatically pick up and she reaches up to press a button. I pick her up and point to a button that she can press that won't do too much damage and she presses it. There. Thank god for that.

She looks over at the lady and points again to the buttons.

"Dadda, work!"

"Is this where your Daddy works? How lovely."

"Yep." Phoebe nods in agreement, although she probably didn't listen to a word the poor lady said to her.

The couple both leave the elevator at floor 18, and before long we arrive at our destination. As soon as the doors open Phoebe runs off into reception.

"DADDDDDDDY!" She screams getting everyone's attention.

I'm mortified.

People sat down waiting look our way, and as my eyes find Andrea's she starts to laugh. I can just shake my head in horror as I mouth sorry to just about everyone I can.

"Go on in, Ana. He's expecting you." She tells me.

"Thank you"

I do a little sprint to catch up with Phoebe who has run straight to Christian's office where she is now banging on the door with her little fists.

"DADDA!" She shouts again, even though he probably can't hear her.

I open the door for her and she sighs before bolting in, straight into her fathers arms.

"Here's my two favourite girls. I thought I could hear my little tornado coming." He kisses Phoebe on her head and puts her down. He walks straight over to me and gives me a kiss, too.

"I think it's fair to say that everyone knows Phoebe is in the building." I chuckle.