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Christian POV

I watch my son sleeping from the doorway of his room. He looks so peaceful, and so young. Without wax in his hair it falls over his forehead and frames his face. I can picture the mischievous, bright blue eyes moving around as he dreams.

I gaze around his room and make a mental note to remind him to tidy it. When the kids were younger Mrs Jones would do it, but as soon as Theo hit his teen years and started wanting more privacy, she stopped doing all their rooms.

There are clothes piled on the floor, with his MacBook and IPad shoved on top of them. His wall mirror is surrounded by about 10 different hair products, and body sprays.

The walls are covered in posters, from artists like GreenDay, Artic Monkeys and Eminem, to a few of women in bikinis, those ones can't have been bought by Ana.

In his king size bed, he looks so small and innocent. He's holding his blue teddy bear close to him. I knew he still slept with it, even if he'll never admit it. When he was only 2 years old, he fell out of his highchair when he was trying to reach something off the counter, Ana and I had been busy sorting out Theo and Phoebe for school when we heard a smack and his scream. We had to take him to the hospital, and to try and calm him down we bought him the teddy bear. Ever since then he'd slept with it every night.

On his bedside table are several photo frames. It's hard to tell what photos they're in the dark but I can see two clearly. One, is of him, Theo and Phoebe. It was on our holiday in England, and is taken outside the London Eye. The kids were young then, Thomas must have been about 8. He's on his brother's shoulders, and Phoebe is leaning on them. They all look so happy, and I have to say since they hit their teen years I don't think I've seen my kids that happy in a while.

The second photo is of me and him. It's a photo I have in my wallet actually. It's from when Elliot and I took Alex and Thomas to the zoo. Theo, Phoebe and Ava had all been invited to a friend's birthday party, and the boys were upset they didn't get to go. So, whilst Ana and Kate took the kids to the party we took the boys to the zoo. I remember the day clearly in my head, for it was the day my son managed to give me about 100 heart attacks whilst still managing to be my adorable little boy.

*7 years ago*

Elliot and I pay for our tickets at the entrance, whilst trying to keep an eye on our sons who are in a very energetic mood this morning. I had Thomas by the hand but let go to pass over some money for mine and my Brother's tickets. I was going to pay, I didn't care what he said.

When I look down to grasp my son's hand again, I realise he isn't there. My body stiffens and I can feel my heart stop. Where the fuck has he gone? I look at Elliot who was currently distracted looking at the map, only to notice Alex isn't next to him. How bloody fantastic.

I turn to my brother, ready to tell him to call the girls because we'd lost our sons until I see them standing at the bird enclosure. They were watching it in awe, completely unaware of the panic they caused me.

I storm over to them and grab them around their waists, flinging them both over my shoulders.

I stalk back over to Elliot who must realise he's on his own because he's looking around confused. He sees me walking over and sends me perplexed look.

I place the boys down in front of him, and grip their shoulders.

"Do not run away again, boys. You need to be with one of us at all times." I state, waving a finger between my brother and I. Elliot has a grin on his face as he looks down at them. I turn to him with a glare, making sure to keep my grip on the kids.

"Keep an eye on them, Elliot. They can easily get lost in here." I hiss in my most threatening whisper, but he rolls his eyes at me.

"Oh relax, Christian. They're smart kids, they'll be fine." He tells me calmly, and I scoff before leading Thomas and Alex over to look at the meerkats. I hear Elliot sigh, and follow behind us.

After a few hours of wandering around the zoo, we only had a few animals left to look at and it was getting later.

"We should get the something to eat," I tell Elliot, "We can go to the zoo's restaurant over there." I point to the café next to us and my brother nods in agreement. He leads Alex over there and I follow but suddenly realise I'm pulling against a weight.

I turn to find Thomas has stopped walking, and is staring up at me with wide eyes. "I don't want something to eat, Daddy, I want to go look at the animals!" He protests, stamping his foot on the ground. He can be such a dramatic sometimes.

I shoot him a glare. "You need to eat, Thomas. We'll go and see the animals after. They do your favourite burgers here." I tell him, hoping it will avoid a tantrum.

Apparently it doesn't because he yanks his hand away from my grip, and starts jumping up and down, his bottom lip hanging out.

"I'm not hungry!" He shouts, and several people turn to look at us. I narrow my eyes on them and they all avert their gaze. Attention was not what we needed, I was surprised we had managed to avoid the paparazzi today so I didn't want to start anything now.

I kneel down on one knee in front of him so I can be as close to his eye-level as possible. Grasping his shoulders, I force him to stop jumping and look at me. When he's focused fully on me, I narrow my eyes.

"I thought you told Mommy that you were going to be a big boy today," I begin, thinking this is probably the best way to get him to obey, "So, are you going to be a big boy like Alex for Daddy? Or are you going to be a baby like normal?" I ask, and I have to admit I feel quite harsh saying it, especially when I see his eyes water over slightly.

He shakes his head. "I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy." He sniffles, and I smile at him, pride washing over me.

I stand back up, and pull him into my side, wrapping an arm around him. "Let's go and get you a burger."

Once we have got our food, and found a table in the corner. I place the boys' meals in front of them and they start to eat up, which makes me very happy. I cut Thomas' burger in half so he can eat it easier and then do the same for my nephew.

"Looks like we have company." Elliot mutters, and I turn to where he was looking. An employee was walking over to us, with a camera around her neck. I frown, this better not be something for the papers.

She stops at our table and smiles. "Excuse me, but are you Christian Grey?" She asks me, sounding very excited.

"That's what I'm told." I reply evenly. I notice my son has stopped eating, more interested in the woman talking to me.

"Eat your lunch, buddy." I order, and smile when he takes a bite of his burger. I turn back to the zoo worker with a raised eyebrow. "Can I help you with something?"

She blushes and twiddles with her hair. Oh Jesus. Elliot tries to hold back his grin as he watches us. "It's just we don't get too many celebrities come here, so we were wondering if we could get a photo to put on our poster?"

I gaze impassively at her. "I'm not a celebrity, I'm just here for a day out with my son, brother and nephew." I inform her irritably.

She nods eagerly. "Even better. We would really appreciate a photo of you and your son, Mr Grey. It will look very good for us. We could do it when you've finished eating?" She suggests with a grin, and I exhale loudly.

"Fine. One photo, but that's it. I don't want it going anywhere except this zoo either. If I found out a photo of my son has been sent to the papers, I will sue this place for all it's worth."

She nods and walks off to wait for us to finish. I turn back around and roll my eyes at Elliot.

"You can't go anywhere without being stopped for photos, you little celebrity." He teases, and I glare.

"Why do people want photos of you Uncle Christian?" Alex asks me, a confused look on his small face.

I smile at my nephew. "Because I'm nice to look at."

Thomas pulls a face, and I mock glare at him. "I think Mommy is bestest to look at than you, Daddy." He says, and I laugh. She most definitely is.

"You're very right there, Thomas. But the papers can't get any photos of Mommy without me being very angry at them." I explain, in a way I figure he would be able to understand.

Literally as soon as we're done eating, the photographer is back at our table.

"Mr Grey, ready for the photo?" She asks.

"Can you just give me a second?" I snap, making her flinch. I turn back to Thomas, who is colouring in a picture you get given with kid's meals. "Thomas, would you like anything else to eat? Ice-cream?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "I'm all filled up, Daddy." He informs me, and I smile approvingly.

"Alright, we're going to go and have our photo taken, is that okay with you little man?"

He grins widely. "Okay, but Mommy will want one, she likes photos, she does Daddy." I smile down at him and nod in agreement. Ana has more photos of us all around the house than I remember ever taking.

I lean closer to my son, and wipe the tomato sauce from around his face off with a napkin. Then I grab his hand and follow the lady out back.

Once we are outside she stands in front of us, a few feet away. But she's not taking a photo, I look at her confused, then I see a zookeeper coming our way and holding a rather large snake around his neck.

I push Thomas behind me, and glare at the woman and zookeeper in front of me. "What the hell is that?" I ask, with a raised voice. I can feel Thomas trying to sneak out from behind me, but I put an arm out to the side in warning. I don't want him anywhere near that thing.

"It's a python, sir." The keeper informs me, and I debate punching him in the face.

"I know what it fucking is!" I snap, "But why is it near my son? They can kill people you know!"

The man shrinks on the spot, and I can't help feeling proud. "We were hoping for your son to hold the snake in the photo, it will fit in to our poster better that way. I can assure you, Mr Grey, the snake won't harm your boy." He tells me but I'm not really listening. There is no fucking way, they're shoving that thing around my son's neck. He's 5 years old for God's sake.

"No way. I don't give a fuck about it fitting into your poster. It's not happening." I finalise, and cringe inwardly when I realise how many times I've sworn in the last 5 minutes. I look over my shoulder down at my son, but he doesn't seem to be listening so it's fine. Ana would kill me if he repeated any of those words.

The photographer steps forward with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Mr Grey. Would we still be able to have a photo of you and your son?" She asks, and I shake my head saying it would be fine.

She settles us in front of the sign for the zoo, and stands a metre or so away. I pick Thomas up and hold him in my arms, his head is slightly above mine and I look up to see he isn't even smiling. I don't want a photo that makes me look like I have a sad son.

"Thomas, you need to smile." I tell him bemused, but he doesn't. He's normally always got his cheeky grin plastered on his face, but the one time he needs to he doesn't. Why is that so fitting of him as a person?

"Don't make me force you to smile," I warn with a smirk. He ignores me and starts looking around the place with his newfound height. I glance over at the woman and she's waiting patiently.

"Ready when you are, Mr Grey." She calls, and I nod.

I look back up at my son who is running his hands through his hair. "Last chance to smile, Thomas."

He ignores me again, and continues to run both his hands through his thick hair. I grin for the camera, and use the opportunity to plunge my fingers into my son's sides and under his arms. He starts squealing against me, laughing with a big grin on his face. He is probably the most ticklish person I've ever met, he must get it from his mother. I hold him tight, and smile when I hear the click of the camera shutter. This will be a photo Ana will want.

I stop tickling my son, and carry him over to the photographer, who is grinning down at her camera. She looks up at us when we approach.

"I have to say, you're probably the best looking father and son I've ever seen." She says fondly and I grin.

She promises to send me the photo via email so I can have a copy myself, and I thank her.

*End of flashback*

I smile at the memory of that day. God, the things I would do to go back to having Thomas that innocent again. When everything was simple between us, and I could make him smile just like that.

I'm so caught up in my daydreams that I don't realise my son has woken up, until I hear him clear his throat. I fling my gaze to him and see him sitting up in bed with raised eyebrows.

"It's creepy to stare, you know." He teases, and I smirk over at him.

"Go back to sleep, Thomas. It's late." I order, quietly. He glances at his alarm clock next to him and groans.

"What the hell are you doing up at 2am?" He asks me incredulously, running his hands through his hair.

"I'm about to go to bed, so go to sleep now." I repeat and he falls back onto his bed. Resting his head on his pillow. "I love you, little man." I say quietly before shutting the door.

I hear him grunt at the use of his old nickname and it makes me smile. My little man.