Sorry it's been a while I hope the fic is entertaining. I've been very busy and will continue to be, thanks for your patience and enjoy ;)
Ana's POV
"Christian baby, calm down." I say walking to his desk and kissing him on the shoulder.
"I still can't believe you knew about this Anastasia." He says pulling my hand off his arm. Shit. I'm Anastasia now. Now I was mad.
"Don't give me that crap Christian. I can make decisions too, you're acting like a child." We are standing face to face, anger reaching our faces the tension building and before I know it, I'm in his grasp and he's lifting me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I'm lost in the smell and feel of him, my hands in his hair. A low growl erupts from his throat. No, this can't be a way to get out of arguments anymore. We have children for pity's sake.
"No Christian." He shakes his head in frustration and lets me back on my feet. "Christian, she's a fifteen year old girl and the tighter you hold onto her, the more she will pull away. Trust me."
"Why do you think I invited them to supper, can you leave now Anastasia, I need to calm down. You know I can't do that if you're here." He looks away and pulls out his blackberry. I take a step towards him.
"Christian…"
"Now. Anastasia, and that is not a question." I feel humiliated but all the same, I leave. Feeling defeated.
Phoebe's POV
We're in my room, luckily all of the guys have their formal clothes on from the concert, Dad will not be happy is they look sloppy. The elevator went earlier, I wonder who it was, probably Taylor.
"Guys! Come on it's nearly 8:30." We walk down the stairs, James links my arm with his and I smile down at my elbow. The table is laid out with the finest cutlery; I sigh and shake my head, how well Mrs Jones knows my father.
"You sit here." I say to James offering the place opposite mine and Luke sits next to him, eyeing me weirdly. I choose to ignore it and ask him later. We're the first to be seated; I wanted to keep my father in the best mood possible. My mum comes out first, she smiles at us but she's slightly pink in the cheeks and she looks flustered. She sits down next to Dad's place at the end of the table which is evidently next to me.
"Hey, are you okay? Is Dad coming out?" I whisper to her and she doesn't reply, so I know that something is wrong.
"Hello." I hear the impassive face in the calm voice and I cringe at the thought of his anger when my friends leave. Now I know what's wrong with my mum.
"Hey dad." I say quietly and he sits down, he smiles at me but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. It's duck for supper and some delicious red wine that I sip quietly. We eat in silence for the first five minutes and I long for someone to speak until I wish they hadn't because Lucas is the first one that does.
"You have a beautiful house Mr and Mrs Grey." He says looking at my mother, not daring to glance at my father. I can't say I blame him. My dad is the first to reply.
"Thank you, Lucas? Is it?" My dad replies briefly smiling.
"Yes. Cunningham, Lucas Cunningham. My dad's an Orthodontist." He says, looking down to eat, but before he does he glances at me and I smile at him encouragingly. I can see James and my dad staring at us. What's up with James?
"Ana why aren't you eating?" I hear my father say quietly to my mother. Oh shit. Not now. With that I hear the doorbell go. Oh for fuck sake, what now? My mom goes to answer it and for about 5 minutes no one eats, we just listen.
What the fuck are you doing here? We're having a family dinner? How did you find out that we live here?
Christian told me?
You've been talking to him?!
Can I just come in, I need to see him.
No my fifteen year old son is in here, you can understand why I wouldn't.
Then we here a bang and someone rushing up the stairs, my father stands and someone walks in, a thin women, blond hair. Older than my dad, with a lot of plastic surgery.
"Elena." My dad whispers. Elena, who the fuck is that? Then Taylor and my mum are standing in the door. Taylor with closed eyes, shaking his head and my mum, red faced and angry, yet I spot a single tear falling down her enflamed cheek.