After lunch with Christian I head home with Phoebe and put her down for her afternoon nap. I head into my office and catch up on some emails, before calling Hannah to inform her that i'll be back in work as usual tomorrow, as Phoebe seems a lot better. She ensures me that everything has been fine and that there is nothing to worry about. I thank her repeatedly. She really is a life saver. To me anyway.

Im daydreaming when my cell phone rings, startling me from my thoughts. I smile when I see my husbands name on the screen.

"Missing me already?" I ask playfully.

"Always. But that's not why I'm ringing." His voice sounds serious. Shit.

"What's wrong?"

"I've just had a call from Ted's school, they want someone to go and collect him. He's sick." He sighs.

"Oh, not him too. Poor thing." I put my head in my hands and let out a big sigh.

"I know. Anyway, i'm on my way to pick him up."

"You are?" I realise that my question comes out more as a shock than a query.

"Yes, Ana. I am. Taylor's driving me there as we speak."

"Oh, ok. I thought you were busy today?" I ask him. Usually he only leaves work if he really has to, and what with me being at home today, it seems pointless. I could have gone to collect Ted.

"Not too busy to collect my boy from school when he's sick." He responds curtly.

"Ok. Have you got any towels and a bowl incase he's sick in the car?" I question quietly.

"The school said they'd find us some."

"Good. I'd hate for him to be sick in one of your cars."

"Our cars, Ana. And it doesn't matter, anyway. It'll clean." That doesn't sound like Christian, at all.

"Is everything ok?"

"Fine, Ana. I'm going to have to go, we're nearly there. We'll see you back at home." And he hangs up. Just like that.

I sit for a minute and think, and realise that my usually infuriating husband is trying. He's trying to be a good father, a good husband. I don't know why, but he is. I decide that I won't question him. For whatever reason, he's making more of an effort than usual and I won't be the one to ask him why.

I leave my thoughts and go downstairs and to grab a bowl for Teddy. My poor boy. I fill up one of his water bottles and take it upstairs to his bedroom, along with the bowl. I pull back his duvet and put his favourite bear on top of his bed.

"MOMMMMMMMY!" At the sound of my daughters wail, I head into her room and see her trying to get out of bed.

"Hi, baby girl. Did you have a good sleep?"

"Uh-hu." She nods and rubs her eyes.

"Teddy's coming home now. He's got a poorly tummy like you did." As if on cue, we hear the front door close.

"Teddddddy!" She hollers and tries to climb down my body to get out of my arms. I put her down and we walk downstairs together.

"Hey." I smile as Christian comes into view. He's holding a sleeping Ted in his arms, his head on his shoulder. Taylor is trailing behind, carrying Teddy's school bags. I take them from him.

"Thanks, Taylor."

"You're welcome, Ana." He smiles at me, before retreating back outside, no doubt to grab Christian's things.

"How is he?" I ask Christian.

"He was asleep when we got there, and hasn't stirred since. He's got a temperature but that's expected. He had some medicine at school to try and take it down."

I lean over and give my sleeping baby boy a kiss on his cheek.

"Teddy sleep?" Phoebe asks Christian.

"Yes, baby. Teddy's asleep." He tells her, as he leans down to give her a kiss.

"I'll go put him to bed and get changed." He tells me.

"Ok, are you not needed back at work?"

"No, I want to be here." He gives me a small smile.

"Ok, come on Phoebe, what shall we do?" I take her hand and lead her towards the playroom.

"Saw!" She decides. Jigsaw. She lets go of my hand and runs off in the direction of the box full of jigsaws. I sit down on one of the sofas as she brings one over to me and turns it upside down so all the pieces fall out.

Christian comes into the room just as I finish picking up all the pieces off the floor, and placing them onto the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Dadda, help?" Phoebe asks him.

"Sure, baby." He replies and sits down on the floor next to the table.

"Everything ok?" I ask Christian. He looks tired.

"Everything's fine, Ana. Will you stop asking me that?" He scolds.

"Sorry. You just seem stressed that's all." I mumble.

"I've just got a lot on at the minute that's all." He sighs.

"I know and that's why I'm trying to help. I could have picked Teddy up from school." I tell him.

"I wanted to do it. I'm trying, Ana. I'm really trying to be a better Dad." He looks up at me as he says those last few words and I can see it in his eyes. He really believes that he's not a good Dad. Oh, Christian. That's what this is all about.