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Here's an exchange at the breakfast bar between Christian and a teenaged Phoebe. Giving the G version of his and Ana's start. Enjoy!

"Hey Phoebe, we should get going soon. I promised your mother I'd get you to Grandma's house on time. You don't want your mother getting mad and leaving me now, do you? She's left me before."

"Oh please, Dad...Mom would never leave you. I bet she spent half her senior year at college chasing after you after that newspaper interview she had with you."

"Actually, it was me who chased your mother. Once I saw those beautiful blue eyes and I got to experience that smart mouth of hers... I was totally smitten. Truth be told, I couldn't erase your mother from my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried. I even followed her to Portland and lived out of a hotel for a while to be close to her. I found out the hardware store she worked in and I made sure I bumped into her."

"Dad, you stalked her?"

"No...Well...yes. There was something about her. I couldn't stay away from her."

"Did you ask her out when you found her the hardware store?"

"No."

"Why not? You went all the way over there, you found her, and didn't ask her out?"

"No. I wasn't ready."

"Chicken?" she asks, raising a sly brow.

"Something like that."

"So how did you finally go out?"

"When I saw her at the store, she had mentioned that Aunt Kate wanted publicity shots of me for the college newspaper. I saw it as another opportunity to see your mother again, so I gave her my cell phone number and hoped that she'd call me to arrange the shoot. And she did."

"You gave out your private cell phone number? You never do that. Wow. You must have been thrilled when she called."

"I was, but I played it cool."

"So did you ask her out at the shoot?"

"Yes. I asked her out for coffee."

"She doesn't drink coffee."

"She had tea. She was quite lovely, really. Nervous, but lovely. I could barely get a sentence out of her. I asked her about some fuckers… I mean, young gentlemen who were hanging all over her, making sure she didn't have a boyfriend."

"Did she?"

"No, but there were plenty of boys lining up for a chance at her. She didn't even notice."

"Did you ask her out right way again?"

"No. She ended our coffee date saying she needed to go home to study for finals."

"Mom cut short your date?"

"Yes. Frustrating Woman. We headed back to her car. She almost got hit by a bike messenger. I grabbed her before she was injured. She looked up at me and that's when I realized that I wasn't the man for her and I told her so."

"You what? Why would you say that?"

"She was too good for me and I knew it."

"So you let her go?"

"Well, she was angry and I think I probably hurt her feelings. So she left to go to the parking garage."

"How did you get together again?"

"I sent her some books."

"Wait, first you blow her off, and then you send her gifts? Dad, you sure have a way of sending out mixed signals."

"So it seems. I couldn't stop thinking about her."

"That's sweet, even though it's creepy stalker material."

"Yes, that's what she thought too. The creepy stalker part, that is." I laugh.

"Okay, so what happened then?"

"On the night she got the books, she was at a bar with your Aunt Kate blowing off steam after finals."

"Oh, that can't be good. Mom can't hold her liquor."

"No she can't."

"Did you bump into her at the bar? It doesn't really seem like your scene."

"No. I was still at the hotel in Portland with Uncle Elliot. Your mother had one too many glasses of liquid courage, dialed my cell phone, and called me out on the books.

"Mom drunk dialed you? Mom drunk?"

"Yes, it was quite an eventful evening. I ended up going to the bar to fetch her. Lucky I did, as some fucker was making some unwanted moves on her."

"Who?"

Jose Fucking Rodriguez, that's who.

"Some guy. Doesn't matter. Anyway, your Uncle Elliot hooked up...errr...stayed at the bar with your Aunt Kate and I took care of your mother."

"Awe, that's sweet Dad."

"Yeah, well I'm not so sure she appreciated me coming to her rescue. But we talked and she agreed to see me again."

"Where did you take her?"

"I flew her to Escala and we had dinner."

"Impressing her with your flying skills and fancy penthouse?"

"Something like that. I wanted all the help I could get. Although the money never impressed her."

"I can see that. Mom doesn't really care about material things. So how did your date go?"

" Good. Real good actually." I smile, recalling our first vanilla experience.

"I see that smile. Please spare me the gory details." She shakes her head, draping her arm dramatically over her eyes.

"Well, that was our beginning." I shrug.

"But you said Mom left you. When did she leave? Why did she leave if things were really good?"

"She had gone to Georgia to visit Grandma Carla. She needed some space away from me. I had a habit of overwhelming her."

"Dad, you overwhelm everyone."

"Good point, well made."

"So you gave her time to think?"

"No."

"Oh Dad, don't tell me...you didn't stalk her in Georgia too, did you?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Jeez, you had it bad. Lucky she didn't have you arrested. Was she angry when you showed up?"

"No, we missed each other. It was actually quite nice. I took her soaring and to IHOP."

"Ah, impressing her with pancakes and gliders. Smooth move, Dad. So, I don't understand. If everything is going so well; when did she leave you? Why?"

"I came back Seattle earlier than planned and your mother came a day later."

"When you were both back in Seattle, did you see each other right away?"

"Yes, Taylor picked her up."

"So were you happy to be back together?"

"Seeing her walk thru the elevator doors into the penthouse was the best sight I had ever seen."

"So what happened?"

"You may have noticed, I can be a bit… controlling."

"No shit, Dad"

"Language, young lady. Anyway, I tried to make your mother someone she wasn't. I was a prick and she couldn't live with it. I couldn't give her what she deserved; she realized it and she left me."

"What did you try to make her?"

"My puppet." I sigh. I think that's a fair description. I pulled the strings and she did whatever I willed. I'll spare Phoebe gorier details.

"And Mom wanted?"

"More. She was right in leaving."

"Wow. How did you feel when she left?"

"Devastated."

"Were you broken up for long?"

"Felt like a lifetime."

"So what did you do to win her back?"

"Changed. Tried to become the man she deserved. A better man."

"And you won back her heart?"

"Yes. I couldn't believe I was getting a second chance."

"And here you are now, happily married for twenty years."

"That's because I don't take your mother or the second chance she gave me for granted."

"Awe Dad. That's so sweet"