I made an extra long chapter because some of you asked me to end the drama :). Of course there'll still be some of it but...well just read it...I don't want to give any spoilers!

cullentreehill: Yeah, all of them have to go through a LOT at the moment but it'll change and they'll help each other. Promised. The good times are coming :). Thank you so much for continue reading my story!

may92: Yes, Victoria and Phoebe will grow a bigger bond. You'll see her in some scenes in the further chapters. I cannot wait for your ideas. Always love reading them! Thanks!

Ace5492: Have a perfect sunday sweetheart!

Bdazzle: Thank you for thinking of it as a great chapter!

OTHangles: Yeah, some intense chapters are following but everything will turn out good in the end...hopefully :)

sarabeth09: SORRY, that it's all sad and gloomy. I try my best to change that soon. I promise it'll get better and I'll add MANY scenes with Brooke and Phoebe! Thanks for letting me know that you like Mrs. Benzo more than Mrs. Jones!

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Mrs. Jones sat in front of a crying Phoebe. Her head was on the table and she did not stop crying but she did not want to be touched by any one.

"Can you tell me why you are crying now?", Mrs. Jones asked softly and felt so much pity with this young and beautiful girl she liked very much. Phoebe did not answer and so Mrs. Jones said, "You don't have to tell me anything. I just stay here with you and if you want you can talk and if you don't want to talk it's okay as well."

Phoebe cried for another while and did not say anything but then she started to whisper, "I miss my family."

Mrs. Jones was happy to hear her talking. She had never talked about them.

"Oh, could you tell me a little about them? You never mentioned them."

Phoebe wiped her tears and nodded bravely, "My mom…well in reality she is my sister but I like her to be my mom because my other mom…um Victoria did not want me and… but I want Brooke as my mom. Today is her birthday but I am not there to celebrate with her and I don't have any present."

Mrs. Jones could not believe that Victoria had not mentioned that to her. Of course Phoebe would be sad. "She is a fashion designer and she makes those cool clothes. I modeled for her but dad thought that my clothes were not appropriate, so she changed everything a bit. She always cuddles with me and tells stories. And she is the most beautiful woman on the planet. Sometimes she really gets hysterical when she is mad and then I get grounded or they take away my phone but they never hit me. Never.."

"Why did you destroy stuff?"

"Sometimes I am really mad."

"Could you describe it to me? I don't do such things and would like to understand you."

Phoebe nodded and wiped the tears again. "Sometimes I get this feeling in my stomach. It's like a…umm…prickle. It does not hurt but I don't like it. It comes when I get mad or sad and…I hate it. And then I just throw things around and get really, really mad and destroy stuff. I don't know why I do it. Especially when I think about Rebecca"

"Who is Rebecca?"

Phoebe hesitated a moment but then answered, "She was my sister and two…well four years older. But…she died when we ran away. She was allergic to bees."

Mrs. Jones could not believe what she was hearing. No wonder this little girl in front of her showed such behavior at times. "How old were you when she did?"

"Eight or six…my…my passport was wrong and I always thought that I was eleven but I am nine.", Phoebe wiped a tear with her shirt, "my biological dad always said that it was my fault because I made her run away with me. He started hitting me real bad and I had to stay in bed for a week and...and he said I am the devil and I should be dead."

Mrs. Jones took Phoebe's small hands into hers but Phoebe immediately took it back. Mrs. Jones looked deep into her eyes, "You are not the devil Phoebe and it was not your fault and no one wants you dead. You are an awesome little girl that went through a lot and I will help you. I promise you that."

Phoebe nodded sadly, "But I sometimes really destroy stuff and am mean to other people."

"It's okay; as long as you don't hurt anyone or yourself. You could start to use something that you can punch and kick and destroy which is not important. Like paper. How about you just try next time? I don't really like seeing you get hurt Phoebe. Your poor little hands.", Mrs. Jones took Phoebe's hands into hers and stroked the bandages, "And your new dad. How is he?"

"He is cool. He is a moviemaker and he knows all about movies. He is big and strong and I like talking to him. Sometimes we fight a lot because he does not allow me the stuff my sister gets to do and I don't like that."

"How old is your sister."

"Sixteen."

"Oh, I see."

"Yes, Sammy is really great and she's pregnant. She is in love with my cousin Ben. But sometimes they annoy me because they can only think of kissing. We do not fight that much but sometimes she throws me out of her room because I probably annoy her. But now I have a brother too."

"Oh how come?", Mrs. Jones asked curiously.

"My dad had a girlfriend before my mom and a son with her. He's twelve now."

"Do you like him?"

"Yes. He was so happy too when we got Lucky."

"Who is Lucky?"

Phoebe started to cry immediately and shook her head, "I don't want to talk about him."

Mrs. Jones let her be.

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An hour later Victoria came back home and saw Phoebe crying in the chair and talking to her therapist.

"No. I am not strong. I cannot handle anything on my own."

"You know what kiddo. Real strength means that you let us help you. You should not handle anything on your own. You are nine and nobody expects that from you. I would never cope with anything you went through on my own. Everybody needs someone."

"My mother does not.", Phoebe said and Mrs. Jones immediately answered.

"Of course Brooke does too. She needs you and Sam and…"

"No. My mother. Not my mom.", Mrs. Jones looked a little confused at Phoebe but then understood it.

Victoria paled a little when she heard that and felt guilty. But then she took a deep breath and kneed down in front of Phoebe and took her hands into hers.

"Oh honey. Of course I need other people too."

"Who?", Phoebe asked confused.

"You for instance."

"Me? You never wanted me.", Phoebe said without any anger.

"Well…um…yes, I made mistakes and to give you away was a big one but I realized that I need you from the day you were born and it made me sad that I was such an idiotic person and gave you away. And I need you now because your smile makes me smile as well and I…um…I love you.", Victoria did not even remember the last time she had said those three words and tears immediately went into her eyes but of course she managed to let them inside.

Phoebe looked shocked at Victoria, "But I almost never smile any more."

Mrs. Jones knew that this was true, "Then how about you try smiling?"

"But I'm not in the mood."

"There are many securities that watch us every minute and nothing will happen, Phoebe", Victoria answered immediately, "I need you whether you smile or not cause it's just…well it's you. My baby daughter."

"How about we make a deal Phoebe? You try letting us help you. You sign this thing and we start step by step."

Phoebe looked at the paper with a confused face. "It says that you will not hurt yourself when you are mad. You will only hurt or destroy non-living things and that you will try to be happy and let us help you."

Phoebe hesitated a moment and then signed it. It felt good to be taken seriously.

"Great. How about we end the session a little earlier and you and Victo…your mother can do something you two like?"

Phoebe and Victoria looked at each other, "We've never done anything together."

"Well, then it's about time.", Mrs. Jones stood up and went outside and left the two alone. Both of them did not know what to say but Victoria stood up and looked down at her beautiful daughter. She went through her hair and could not believe how similar her two daughters were looking. "Um…do you like the museum?"

"No."

"Shopping?"

"No"

"A fine restaurant?"

"No."

"Well, could you help me a little?", Victoria pleaded softly.

"How about…um…roller-skating?"

"Roller-skating. There is no way that I…", she looked into Phoebe's wet face and nodded and then wiped a tear with her finger. "Fine, but you have to hold my hand all the time because I don't know how to do it."

"Come on. You wanted to go skating.", Phoebe did not dare to leave the apartment and looked around and did not hear a word of Victoria's sayings. Victoria saw the fear on Phoebe's face and then went inside again with her and pushed some things to the side. Phoebe looked curiously at her and widened her eyes when Victoria told her to skate in the apartment. Of course Victoria fell down right away when she took on her shoes. She cursed and went through her hair and hoped that she did not ruin her hairstyle, "Victoria Davis in roller-skates. No one would have guessed that.", she mumbled and looked up at Phoebe who looked down at her and had a small smile on her face. Even their bodyguards grinned a little.

"Yeah, yeah. You can laugh at your old mother. But gimme a hand.", Phoebe nodded and gave her a hand but of course it ended in landing on top of Victoria.

Victoria suddenly burst out into laughing while they lay on the ground. It was just a silly situation and she loved hearing Phoebe's laugh. Even if it was just a little one. It melted her heart and finally one little tear went down her own cheek.

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Meanwhile Brooke sat in the living room and looked at the empty plate besides her. The Scotts had come to "celebrate" with her and she opened some presents. The therapist that was helping the whole family had told them that they should start living their normal life although it was hard. Hard was not even enough to say.

Only Sam's present got Brooke to show an honest smile. Sam had written her a story. It looked like a real book. She hugged her oldest daughter tightly but it broke her heart that she could not be there for her like she needed.

"Thank you all.", Brooke said but her lip started to tremble. "I am sorry.", she walked into Phoebe's room and sat down on the bed and hugged the teddy bear. Haley went after her and took her arm around her.

There were no words left to say. They did not know any news of Phoebe and the police said that the chance of finding her alive was low and they knew that she was in the hands of merciless man right now.

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"Owwwwww.", Victoria immediately ran into Phoebe's room when she heard her screaming.

"What happened?"

Phoebe smiled up at her, "I hurt my finger.", she showed it and a little blood came out of it.

Victoria sat down besides Phoebe and kissed the finger. "Stupid needle. It is not allowed to hurt my daughter's finger.", she took it and pierced her own finger as well, "Owww, that does really hurt." she whined, "Now, let's make an oath."

Phoebe looked confused up at Victoria. Victoria had definitely changed. In those two weeks she had spent with her mother, the two of them had started to have a real bond. It was new for both of them.

"Oh c'mon.", she took her finger and mixed their blood.

"Maybe now I don't have to cry any more.", Phoebe whispered and looked at her finger.

"What do you mean?" Victoria asked confused and took her arm around Phoebe. Normally she was not the person that would be that close to anyone but somehow with Phoebe it was different.

"You never cry. You are so strong. Maybe I am now too.", Phoebe said and leaned closer to her mother. Victoria did not know what to say and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing?", she looked at the cloth in Phoebe's hand.

"I try to sew this for mom.", she showed a sketch and Victoria widened her eyes.

"Did you draw this?"

"Yes. It's not that good but…", Phoebe answered shyly.

"It's amazing Phoebe! I love it. You could make a lot of money with that. You could make a clothing company and…"

Phoebe smiled and picked her finger again on accident, "Owwwwwwwww."

"Jesus. Do you want any fingers left? Just use the sewing machine."

"No. Mom always says that it's special if it's hand stitched."

"Well you should listen to your mother not to your mom.", Victoria went through Phoebe's hair who rolled her eyes at such a comment. It was good to have the old one back at times. Even just for few moments. And having her calling her mother was the best gift ever.

"Will you come and live with us as well when I'm home again?"

Victoria shook her head, "You can come to New York whenever you want. I have your room and would love to see you often.", she hoped that Phoebe wanted that too.

"Oooookay. But maybe you will just be nice to Brooke and you two will get along.", Phoebe said, "And could Sam and Kevin come too some times?"

"Of course. They are my other grandchildren."

"I am not your grandchild.", Phoebe protested and Victoria rolled her eyes.

"Oh whatever. It's confusing.", she turned the position and looked down at her beautiful daughter. She laid her head on Phoebe's chest and suddenly started crying. She was so happy to have her daughter back and it was the best present ever to see her smile at times.
"Are you crying?"

"No. Of course not."

"Yes you are.", Phoebe said, "Why?"

"Oh just happy tears honey."

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Sam lay in her bed while Ben was playing basketball with Nathan. She had forced him to go to get out his rage a little. It was a hard task for the two of them. Everyone was suffering individually and although it felt good to hold another tight, nothing of that would bring back Phoebe. She looked under her bed and saw a bottle of vodka. She knew that this would be the wrong decision, but she opened it and took the first sip. She had forgotten how horrible it tasted.

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Two hours later Ben came into her room and was shocked. Sam lay on the bed; passed out from the alcohol. He ran towards her. "Damn it Sam. Open your eyes." and slapped her softly.

She opened her eyes and showed a smile but cried. "I need my little sister Ben. I need her.", she had the urge to puke and he walked over with her to the toilet and let her puke it all out. "Awesome. I always wanted my boyfriend to hold back my hair while I puke.", Ben smiled a little. It was hard helping each other because everyone suffered and everyone needed help. Julian came into the room and saw what was happening.

"Alcohol Sam?", he screamed furiously but saw her tears.

"I want her back dad. I need her. We need her. I don't want anyone to hurt my baby sister.", Sam cried hard into his chest and Julian caressed her back softly. It was too much for Ben, he needed to get out of the room and ran to the floor and fell to his knees. Everything was falling apart and the only one who could stop it would be Phoebe. But she was probably somewhere crying alone. With no one that would hold her hair back when she needed to puke. No one that would tell her that it would be all right.

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Kevin heard Brooke crying in Phoebe's room and opened the door softly. She sat on Phoebe's desk and looked at something that Phoebe had written some time ago into an album.

Name: Phoebe Ferguson, hopefully Phoebe Baker soon.

Age: 11

Height: Too small, not bigger than a 9 year old one (I wanna grow!)

Favorite color: Purple

Siblings: Becca and Sam (I see Brooke as my mom but in reality she's my sister)

Parents: by blood Victoria Davis and Bill Ferguson, by choice Julian and Brooke Baker

Favorite animal: I love all animals, except of spiders (but I would never kill them)

Favorite food: Pancakes with syrup and ice-cream by my mom

Weight: No idea, just normal

Favorite car: purple ones

Favorite tree: What a stupid question….just the ones you can climb

Favorite star: My mom (Brooke) and dad (Julian)

Favorite teacher: Haley James Scott

I don't like: Many things! When someone hits me, is unfair or that we have to die one day

I like: Many things! My family, animals, swimming and so on

I wanna be: Like my mom one day

Favorite sports: Just running around and having fun

If I have three wishes, what would they be: 1) a pet 2) everyone to be happy 3) to do magic

Job in the future: a singer, fashion designer, actress, doctor or I go to the police and get all those bad people out there ;)

Best male friend: Jamie Scott

Best female friend: No idea. They treat me like a baby. They are nice but everyone is at least three years older and sometimes I don't feel like I belong to them. Maybe that girl Emma I met will be my new friend.

Favorite word: Mom or Dad

I hate the word: Devil

Person you resemble the most: Probably my mom. She is as dramatic as I am. That's funny.

Big crush: I don't have a crush on anyone (and probably will never have one. My sister and cousin go on my nerves with all their kissing and hugging)

Nicknames: Phoebes, Furby, pumpkin, silly one

Favorite movie: Harry Potter

Describe yourself in three words: I am Phoebe

Biggest secret: Why should I write it in an album that probably others will read?

Brooke read it for the sixth time and it felt like Phoebe was speaking to her. She cried while she read it and touched the writing. She remembered how she had had an argument with Phoebe that she should start writing more clearly and Phoebe had told her that she would not start writing differently now only because she wanted her to do so and that as long as the teacher could read it, it was a sign of creativity. Brooke even missed those know-it-all sentences from her little daughter.

Kevin took his arms around her shoulders and he did not have to say anything. It was the first time that he hugged Brooke after the kidnapping. He walked in front of her and then hugged her again and sat down on her lap. Both of them cried in each other's arms and did not say anything.

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The worst for all was not knowing what was happening to Phoebe right now and not knowing whether they would see her again or not. The therapist had told them that they have to start living their normal life and must not give up hope but need to think of themselves as well. That was easy to say for someone who did not miss a loved one. Of course they could start sketching again, making movies, play basketball and chess and write stories; but all of this would mean nothing to them.

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Brooke sat in the airplane to New York and held Phoebe's teddy bear tightly to her chest. She hated all those looks full of pity. She was not Brooke Baker any more but the woman whose child was kidnapped. She had argued a lot and did not want to fly to New York but the therapist had told them that they had to keep on living their life and never give up hope. So she was on her way to New York for a business talk and meeting another private investigator. Phoebe was missing for eight weeks now. Two months without her daughter and two months of fear. Brooke felt like she was the worst mother on the planet. She could not protect her baby girl. When she was in the cab she suddenly had the urge to yell at her mother. To tell her that it had been her fault. To let out her rage.

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Phoebe lay in bed with Victoria and listened to a story Victoria was reading to her. Both of them were in the same pajama and enjoyed each other's warmth. Victoria could not believe that she was still in bed at twelve o'clock and wearing a silly looking pajama. But somehow Phoebe had this power over her and would make her do anything. She kept on reading and could tell that Phoebe fell asleep again. So she went out of the big bed and looked confused at the door when it rang. Her bodyguard immediately followed her and closed Phoebe's door and then opened it.

"It's your daughter.", the huge bodyguard said and Victoria ran to the door in shock and pulled her inside.

"Are you crazy?", she asked confused and looked around. She hoped that nobody had seen Brooke.

Brooke looked shocked at her mother who looked totally silly. Normally she did not wear such a pajama, especially not in front of any man and not at that time. "Why are you here?", Victoria asked softly,

"Why? Why are you the way you are? Why do you hate your family that much that you…", Victoria immediately put her hand over Brooke's mouth and made her stop talking. She knew that screaming would wake up Phoebe in shock. Brooke looked confused at Victoria and then she suddenly looked around.

"Oh my god.", Brooke whispered. There were lots of pictures everywhere on the wall and the apartment did not look like Victoria's at all. Brooke looked at the pictures and could tell immediately that Phoebe had drawn them. Her family was on each picture. And then everything happened like in trance. Brooke saw Phoebe in the arms of the big bodyguard and squeezing his cheek and smiling.

"You have a pancake face.", she laughed.

"Phoebe.", Brooke said as if it was a question and Phoebe turned around in shock and looked at her mom. But instead of walking over to her, she looked confused from Victoria to Brooke.

"It's real honey.", Victoria nodded and then Phoebe jumped into Brooke's arms and slung her legs and arms around her as if she was afraid that she would go again.

"Mooommmmy.", she cried heavily.

"My baby. Oh my god.", Brooke broke down onto her knees and held her tightly while Phoebe cried into her chest.

"Mommmmmyyyyy.", she sobbed and sucked her thumb.

"I can't believe it.", Brooke kissed Phoebe's face over and over again and rocked back and forth with her in her lap. They stayed like this for a while and even Victoria had to wipe her tears.

"Is this really you?", Brooke asked shocked and stroke Phoebe's wet cheek. Phoebe nodded and whispered.

"Yes, it is me.", Brooke pulled her closer to her chest and held her tightly. Her daughter was back.

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"Do you want to call dad?", Brooke kissed Phoebe again who looked totally exhausted. Victoria wanted to protest but did not.

Julian looked at his phone and saw that Brooke was calling him. "Honey, how…"

"Daddy.", Phoebe sobbed into the phone. Julian could not say anything and took his hand over his mouth and fell onto his knees.

"He's not there.", Phoebe sobbed and gave the mobile back to Brooke.

"Honey?", Brooke cried into the phone, "We are in New York. We…"

This time Julian broke down and Kevin, Ben and Sam ran into the room when they heard him crying.

"Dad. What happened?", Sam asked shocked, "Is she…is she…?"

Julian shook his head and took the phone again, "Princess. We are coming."

"Okay.", Phoebe whispered into the phone.

"Was that…was that…oh my god.", Sam took the phone hysterically and talked into it. "Pumpkin?"

"Hello.", Phoebe said a little unsure. She had no clue what to say and was overwhelmed by everything.

"I missed you so much pumpkin. I….I…", Sam could not talk any more.

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Mrs. Jones came as usual and was surprised to find Phoebe on the lap of another woman. She could immediately tell that this was her mom and sat down in front of them. Brooke's eyes were totally red from the crying and she rocked her youngest daughter back and forth who was hiding her face in her chest and clinging to her as if she was afraid that her mom would go away again.

"I am Mrs. Jones. Phoebe's therapist. Hello.", she took Brooke's hand into hers and squeezed it. Brooke could not really believe what was happening and did not want to let go of Phoebe for a second.

"That is my mom.", Phoebe whispered and looked at Mrs. Jones.

"Really. Wow, she's definitely as beautiful as you described her.", Mrs. Jones answered with teary eyes and a smile. Phoebe just nodded and slung her arms around Brooke's neck.

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"What if something happened to them? Or the plane crashes down?", Phoebe cried in Brooke's arms. "I want them to be here now."

"Honey, they'll be here in two hours. It's a long flight.", Brooke tried to calm her down.

"But I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone.", Phoebe cried in her chest and held Brooke tightly that it even hurt a little. Brooke could tell that Phoebe was broken and that it would take a long time to make her feel safe again.

"How about you two lay down in bed and just cuddle a little?", Mrs. Jones suggested.

"Nooooo. I want them here. They are going to hurt them.", Phoebe screamed but Brooke just stood up and walked into the bedroom with her and lay down with her.

"Shhh…honey. They'll be here soon. You don't have to worry."

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Julian, Sam, Kevin and Ben ran up the stairs and almost knocked Victoria down when they entered the apartment. "Where is she?", Julian asked. And then she could already hear her. She ran to the door and screamed "Daddy.", Julian took her into his arms and held her tightly.

"My princess. My little princess.", he sobbed while Sam and the others hugged both of them tightly. Victoria came over to Brooke who was hugging herself and watching the scene. Brooke looked shocked at her mother who took her arm around her and whispered, "You have an amazing daughter.", she said. Those few words meant a lot to Brooke. "You too.", she answered and suddenly had the urge to hug her mother. She cried in her arms.

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After another hour Brooke came over to Victoria and looked at Phoebe who was on Julian's lap with her finger in her mouth and listening to Kevin and Sam's talking. Nobody dared to ask her what had happened with her but they could see that she was suffering.

"Thank you mother.", Brooke slung her arms around Victoria and hugged her tightly. "Do you know what happened to her?", Brooke worried the answer but she needed to ask her mother.

Victoria took a deep breath and started, "Well, she was with those bastards for a long time and I only had her the last three weeks.", she told Brooke why she could not tell her and about the therapist and everything else until Phoebe walked over to them and sat down on Brooke's lap with her thumb in her mouth again. She looked totally tired and had trouble keeping her eyes open.

"How about we go to bed?", Brooke kissed Phoebe's cheek and was worried how skinny she was and she did not seem like her fearless little Phoebe but like a scared child. She swore herself to protect her forever.

"Phoebe has to eat first.", Victoria said to Brooke, who immediately nodded.

"I am not hungry.", Phoebe whined and almost started to cry again.

"Well, you know what Mrs. Jones told you. You are not allowed to hurt yourself and you hurt your body if you don't eat.", Brooke listened carefully to their conversation and could not believe how sensitive her mother could be.

"What would you like to eat?", Brooke asked and Phoebe immediately answered, "Pancakes with syrup and ice-cream. I wanted that the whole time but my mom makes them better than my mother.", Phoebe looked at Victoria who burst out into laughing.

"Well then pancakes with syrup and ice-cream it is."

Brooke looked a little worried at how less Phoebe ate and that she almost looked disgusted while eating and ate really slow. "Very good Phoebe.", Victoria looked down at Phoebe and knew how hard this had been for her. She had started a really worrying eating manner. She preferred to starve. Mrs. Jones had explained her such an behavior but said that it was good that Phoebe was treated that fast and that she would get better soon with a lot of help.

"Please.", Phoebe cried and all of them were shocked how Victoria handled the situation. She was the calmest person she could be and very lovable.

"No Phoebe. You need food in here. Otherwise you won't grow and a person that does not eat will die."

"But it does not feel good.", Phoebe wiped her tears.

"Remember what Mrs. Jones told you. Try to distract you from that feeling by doing anything else. Can you do that for me?"

Phoebe nodded softly and touched her stomach all the time but Kevin asked her whether she wanted to play the Wii and soon she forgot about that feeling and laughed with him.

Of course Brooke and Julian and the others were mad that Victoria had not told them anything but they understood it a little. Especially after all those threats they were getting.

They looked at their kids and smiled. It was good to see all of them together again. But Phoebe definitely was too thin. She looked way younger and as if she would break immediately if you touch her.

Julian came over to Brooke and hugged her tightly and then kissed her, "She's back. Our daughter is back.", both of them wiped their tears and watched how the three kids talked. You could tell how protective Kevin and Sam were of Phoebe and that it would take some time to get the old one back. But they knew that they would do anything to help each other. Anything.

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