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Thirty minutes later, Skyler and I are back downstairs heading to the kitchen. Mom is dressed in a white pants and an ivory shirt while Dad has black jeans and a black T-shirt which is weird to see because I never see my dad so casual on a weekday like this.

"Eat up. Gail has the weekend off so your mother made french toast." My dad says before putting a forkful of french toast in his mouth. "And it's delicious." Daddy closes his eyes in appreciation and it makes me giggle. I love it when he's like this, which isn't that often so it's a joy when that side appears.

"Why did you give Gail the weekend off?" I am curious to why my dad gave Gail time off. He never gives his employs time off unless it's for emergency cases. "Is she okay?" The thought arises in my mind.

"She's fine. She deserve some time to herself and her husband, Phoebe." I raise my eyebrows with surprise.

"You gave Taylor the weekend off too? Daddy, are you feeling okay?" I go up to him and feel his face. "You are a little warm." I see a smile grow on my mothers face and my dad playfully rolls his eyes.

"Eat. I won't say it again." He glares at me and also Skyler, who immediately takes a seat and avoids eye contact with my dad. "Help yourself, Skyler. Ana made a lot of french toast so no need to feel like you can't eat." He points to the pile of french toast set on the breakfast bar.

"Thank you Mr. Grey and Mrs. Grey." He puts two french toasts on his plate.

"I've told several times before, Skyler, that I would like you to call me Ana," my mom smiles. I looked over at my dad to see him rise from his paper.

"It's going to be Mrs. Grey, Skyler." I knew my dad was going to do that. Skyler shifts uncomfortably in his seat and I know his conflicted.

"Stop it, Christain. I hate being called Mrs. Grey. Skyler is practically family, he doesn't need to be formal with me. If you want formal, he gives you formal but I want casual so just let me have it." Mom slams her hand on the counter and it catches Dad attention. I study my dad's reaction and I know he's thrown off by my moms outburst. She's never like this. I'm even at shock by it.

"Okay, if thats what you want." Daddy mumbles and shifts in his seat. He's hurt.

"Christain, I didn't mean to yell." Mom whispers. Guilt takes over her face as she walks over to him.

"You should be called whatever you want. I'm fine." We all know my dad isn't fine. He's horrible at hiding it when we're around. At work, yes. At home, no. We're his family. We know him better than anyone. My mother knows him better than anyone, even grandma and grandpa. I watch Mom set her hand on his cheek softly and I know everything is okay. The little things that my mom does to Dad to calm him down is amazing. The trust they have is so unreal, it's almost a fantasy.

I look over at Skyler, who is looking directly at me. "What?" I whisper quietly. He looks away immediately and continues to eat his breakfast. I narrow my eyes in confusion. Why was Skyler looking at me?

"Phoebe," my father broke the silence. "We're to be leaving in about 25 minutes so you might want to hurry and finish breakfast." He didn't look me in the eyes. What is he up to? Where are we going? I look at my mom, who's also ignoring me.

"Where are we going? You guys are being oblivious right now and it's driving me insane." I whine. Daddy hates it when I whine. It's my little secret weapon to get stuff out of him. Annoy it out of him. It always works.

"I know what you're doing and I'm not going to crack so might as well save your energy." Damn it. I watch him smirk. I hate it when he does that. No parent should be proud like that. But then again, it's my dad, it's what he does.

"Fine, be that way. Skyler and I will just be in my room." I eat the last part of my breakfast and rise from my seat. "Let's go, Sky." I grab his hand and we head upstairs before my dad can say anything to us.

"Calm down. I can assure you that whatever your parents have planned will help you." Skyler says once I closed the door behind me.

"I just hate secrets." I watch him raise his eyebrows at me. "That's not what I meant," I say feeling guilty. I watch Skyler come over to me and hug me tightly. I can feel his muscular back as my arms wrap around him.

"You need to calm down too. I can feel the tension in your back." I can feel Skyler's smile against my hair where his head rests.

"Not when your dad is trying to kill me over what I should call your mom." He pulls back to look at me.

"Call her Ana. Mom really does hate it when people call her Mrs. Grey and she would prefer Ana. Dad on the other hand is just always Mr. Grey. It's really annoying."

"Is it really?" I just from the voice behind me to see Daddy leaning against the door. "I find it amusing; maybe you should start calling me Mr. Grey." He smiles from ear to ear.

"Yeah and if I start that then maybe you should start letting me be more independent as I'm getting too old to you call you Daddy." I grin as I watch his face falls and glares at me.

"We're leaving right now. Don't forget to grab a jacket." We all head downstairs to see my mom on her phone probably checking emails or something. Just because the Grey's are home doesn't mean work has stopped. Life as a CEO… who could have imagined.

"Now can you tell me where we're going?" I ask once everyone is in the car. Skyler has been extremely quiet and distant since breakfast and I hope he's okay with everything.

"Nope. Just sit and relax Phoebe. You have the day off from school, try to enjoy it." We head onto the road and onto the main highway.

"See that's the thing. You, of all people, is telling me to relax on a day when I should be in school and yet I'm in a car, going somewhere and I can assure you that I am dreaming but this never happens." My outburst makes my parents life and that just irritates me more.

I feel like someone is watching me and turn to see Skyler eyes right at me. "Your looking at me again, why?" I whisper with a smile.

"Because I can. I never see you like this. It's really refreshing." He shifts in his seat so he's closer to me.

"What are you talking about, you always see me with my multiple moods which I blame my wonderful father for." I look up in the rearview mirror to catch my dads eyes. I find humor in them. "Are you okay?" I whisper quietly.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" To see Skyler confused helps me to know that maybe he is okay.

"You've just been really quiet since breakfast; I thought something might be up." I fiddle with his hands. Mine were like a little girl's in them.

"You don't get to wake up and be apart of a Grey's morning. I didn't want to intrude." I roll my eyes at him. When will he learn that he will never be an intrusion.

"How many times do I need to tell you you are family! Geez, you are just as frustrating as my dad is right now. Gosh, can people stop making Phoebe frustrated because Phoebe shouldn't be frustrated!" I cross my arms and slouch down in my seat. Stupid Skyler is laughing next to me.

"Since when does Phoebe talk in third person. Skyler doesn't know if he likes it or not." It's obvious that Skyler can't keep his humor aside. I hit him playfully with my hand.

"Shut up." I say just as the car comes to a stop.

"We're here now." My dad opens my door. I was so caught up with Skyler I didn't realize we were here. Wherever here was.

I look behind him to see GEH initials on something but couldn't see it fully so I look around. Instantly I knew where we are and I know what the initials are on.

It was my dads plane.