A/N: Some of you thought I may have crossed over to the dark side on the last chapter. LOL! Would I do that to our favorite lovebirds?

I just re-read a chapter in one of the cheating stories. Made me feel sad. As is often the case, my immediate reaction to these stories is to write on the opposite side of the spectrum to balance out the world again and whisk away the sad. And this is the result. (I'm not knocking the cheating stories, some are well thought out and well written, I follow a few myself because they're so creative..they just stress the hell out of me.)

Here's some lighter fare to soothe your souls…something short and simple until next week. I had a few requests for a Rewind on Blast from the Past… In Christian's POV. I'll see what I can do :)

Thank you again for the reviews. They bring a smile to my face. I love to read them. I appreciate every single one.

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun. Enjoy!

Ana's Birthday- 20 Yrs later Ana POV

We're celebrating my birthday a few days early this year. We moved up the celebration because Teddy needs to get back to the East Coast before the new semester begins. His visits always seem so short. Between college and his internship over the summer three thousand miles away in Boston, it feels like we hardly see him anymore.

Christian has declared this a mandatory family night. The kids can not eat and run. Now that they're older, it's harder and harder to get our schedules in sync. But celebrating our birthdays is a non-negotiable event. You will be there… no ifs, ands, or buts.

It's lovely weather tonight, so we plan to eat dinner outside on the patio. Christian has decided to man the grill. It's always hit or miss on the few times he takes over the grilling duties. I told him it wasn't necessary, as he's not very experienced in cooking pretty much anything, but he was insistent that I was not to cook my own birthday dinner. Fortunately, Gail and I had taught Phoebe and Teddy how to cook. At the very least, Christian has excellent sous chefs.

Christian is wearing a "Born to Grill" apron, it's identical to the apron Carrick owns and continues to wear for the past twenty years. He looks ridiculous. The apron was a gift from Mia… I'm pretty sure it was meant as a joke. Apparently he didn't see the humor in it and took it as a compliment.

I lean back on the teak lounger on the patio, watching Christian and Teddy stand in front of the grill, deep in conversation over when to flip the salmon steaks. Watching my two favorite men in the world work together on such a "serious" endeavor is the best entertainment. Phoebe is inside the Big House getting the rest of dinner prepared.

The boys look so proud of themselves, the salmon held together. That's not often the case when my darling husband puts on the chef hat. They set out the grilled salmon steaks, along with sautéed spinach and the rice pilaf Phoebe made on the patio table. All eyes are on me as I take my first bite. It's a little nerve wracking… any meal cooked by this particular trio have proven to be hit or miss over the years.

"Mmm," I moan appreciatively, nodding. They actually did a great job, not that I'd tell them otherwise.

Three beautiful grins answer me back.

We enjoy our meal and each other's company. Phoebe and Teddy exchange their usual brother and sister wisecracks at each other, reminding me of Christian and Elliot at the dinner table. Their friendly insult hurling used to drive me crazy, but with Teddy away at school... now it's like music to my ears. I miss it so much.

Once dinner is finished and the dishes cleared away, we decide it would be fun to watch some old home movies. The four of us move inside the house and go to our home theater. We haven't watched these in ages. This should be fun.

Phoebe is lying on the floor on her stomach with her feet up in the air, twisting at the ankles, elbows on the floor with her chin resting in her hands. Teddy is sitting in a reclining chair, feet up with a throw pillow behind his head. Christian and I are snuggling in the corner of the couch under a crocheted blanket my Mom made for us.

The first video we watch is our wedding. I still get teary-eyed when we see it. Christian looked so handsome. I look so young. I was so young. We were both so happy. The day was full of love.

I'm crying as we watch us reciting our vows. Christian takes my hand and squeezes it.

In the video you catch little glimpses of what we thought at the time were our private moments, in our bubble, feeling like there's no one else in the tent but us. We're sneaking kisses and whispering in each other's ear. I look lovingly into Christian's eyes as I caress his cheek; he nuzzles his nose into my hair then playfully smacks my butt, always smiling.

There were so many wonderful little moments captured; Our first dance, my dance with Ray , Christian's dance with Grace, Elliot's very colorful best man toast, Kate punching his arm after it.

It was a magical day. I didn't know it was possible to be so happy.

~o0o~

"Dad, I saw you whispered to Mom after your vows. What did you say?" Phoebe looks at both of us.

I blush remembering exactly what he told me: 'Don't let anyone take you out of that dress but me, understand?'

"I told her that she looked beautiful." Christian answers matter-of-factly. He looks over at me and gives me a sly smile. Oh, he remembers exactly what he said.

"Teddy, you look just like Dad did back then. Wow, you could be his younger brother. Well, except for your eye color." Phoebe then turns back to Christian "Dad, did all of Aunt Mia's friends have crushes on you? My friends are always looking for excuses to come over when Teddy's in town. It's pathetic the way they swoon over him." She rolls her eyes.

"I don't want to hear about your stupid desperate friends, Pheebs." Teddy throws the pillow he had behind his head at her.

"The girls certainly did line up for your dad, Phoebe. They were none too pleased when I came around, believe me. Isn't that right dear?" I raise my eyebrow and look at Christian.

"I wouldn't know, I never noticed anyone else before I met you, baby." He chuckles and kisses my shoulder.

I nudge him in his side with a smile and cuddle up to him.

"Oh… the two of you are gross." She rolls her eyes again.

We put in the next video. I think I'm going to cry again. Its Teddy's first steps. Awe, he had the most adorable chubby cheeks. He was such a beautiful little boy…. Mercurial, like his dad, but easy to calm down with the bribe of an ice pop or Disney dvd. Turning Christian's moods around were much more complicated… and adult-themed.

Teddy's holding on to the coffee table, trying to balance himself upright. He holds on, then lets go and repeats that a few times...testing gravity. Christian is a few feet away, crouched down to the floor with his arms opened wide, trying to coax him to walk into his arms.

"Come on Teddy, you can do this, son. Come over to Daddy." Christian looks at Teddy with a hopeful gleam in his eye. He really wants this to happen.

Teddy lets go of the table. He has a big grin plastered on his face, obviously pleased he hasn't fallen down yet. Then he frowns and his expression changes to a look of determination… just like his father.

"Come on Teddy Bear... you can do this! Go to Daddy." You only hear my voice on the video, but since I'm also in charge of the camera, you don't see me.

Teddy looks back and forth between his feet and Christian. Then you see it, the moment he decides to go for it.

Very slowly, he extends his foot in front and he does it. He took a step! He then rests one hand back on the coffee table and stabilizes himself.

Christian is quietly encouraging him. "That's right, Teddy, come to Daddy, big boy." His arms still extended out to him, making a path for Teddy to follow.

Teddy frowns again with a look of resolve and takes six more steps until he falls into the safety of Christian's waiting arms. Christian wraps his arms around him, stands up and throws Teddy into the air in celebration.

They both have their thousand megawatt smiles plastered on their faces. Christian looked so proud.

~o0o~

"They should have knocked you down." Phoebe turns to Teddy as she sticks her tongue out at him..

"They never should have taught you how to talk," Teddy replies deadpanned.

Oh, brothers and sisters!

We move on to the next video. It's the first time Teddy met Phoebe in the hospital.

Phoebe was already in the room with me and my Mom. My Mom grabs the camera and starts taking videos of Phoebe then points it to me.

"Get that way from me Mom! I look awful." I'm pale as a ghost in an ugly blue hospital gown, IV tubes hooked up everywhere and my hair is a mess. We see Christian walking into the room with Teddy resting on his hip. Teddy is wearing the "I'm a Big Brother" pin Mia bought him. He looks so cute.

Christian's face falls at first when he sees me; the IV tubes really bothered him.

"Stop with the worrying, Christian. I feel fine," I tell him before he can speak.

He leans down and kisses my lips softly then sits Teddy on the edge of my bed.

"You must be gentle with Mommy. Do you want to give Mommy a kiss?" Christian asks our little man.

Teddy nods and gives me a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek. It makes my day.

"Would you like to meet your baby sister, big boy?" I ask him. He smiles and nods again.

Christian gently scoops Phoebe out of the hospital bassinet next to my bed. The way he looks at her is beautiful, a combination of wonder and awe. He gently places her in my arms, smiling lovingly at me.

"Theodore, this is your baby sister, Phoebe Grace. You are her big brother. It's your job to always look after her and protect her," Christian explains.

Teddy nods and looks very serious. It's so adorable.

"Pheeeebeee my sista, Mommy," he proclaims with a big cheesy grin.

"Yes, she's your sister, Teddy Bear. Do you love her?"

"Yes, Mommy," he says as he holds her little hand.

~o0o~

"Mom... What is that sniffing sound I keep hearing on this video?" Phoebe turns to me and asks.

"Oh that would be your Grandma Carla. She cried the entire time we were in the hospital." My mother was non-stop waterworks for days.

"See Teddy, you do love me!" Phoebe teases.

"I was two years old Pheebs, I didn't know you well enough then." He laughs.

The next video is a family fishing trip. In reality, Christian was teaching Teddy to fish and I was in charge of Phoebe. Phoebe was going through her Disney Princess phase then and insisted on wearing her Cinderella costume all the way down to her clear plastic 'glass slippers'.

Christian and Teddy are so focused on the task at hand. Christian is showing Teddy how to hook a worm. Teddy frowns like his dad when he's in deep concentration over a new project. My men are so adorable together. Two peas in a pod.

"You must keep the tip of your rod high and your arm extended above your head to cast the line in an efficient manner. Once you get a bite, give the fish plenty of play to run with the bait. Then we'll reel that sucker in," Christian instructs. Teddy nods and the boys are off to the water to fish.

In the meantime, I have a four-year old Phoebe running around in her costume. She had boundless energy. Boundless. I bounced back to my pre-pregnancy weight pretty easily just keeping up with her.

"Mommy, this is boring." Phoebe pouts, crossing her arms in front of her chest, stamping one glass slipper to the ground.

"Baby girl, I'm sure there's some adventure Cinderella can find. I brought paper and crayons, do you want to draw?" You hear my voice as I operate the camera, zooming in on Phoebe

"I guess." She shrugs.

It's about five minutes later when you see the camera is focused again on Phoebe playing with something on the ground. "What have you got there, Cinderella?"

"Worms."

"You took the fish bait?" I ask in surprise.

"The worms needed exercise Mommy." The camera then zooms in on the ground where it's full of bait worms digging themselves back underground.

~o0o~

"I remember that day. Dad was crazy... He kept telling me to think like the fish." Teddy recollects, laughing.

"Son, as I recall, you caught a fish that day. I gave you sound advice."

"If you say so Dad."

"Ewe... I touched worms? That's disgusting!" Phoebe cringes.

Next video is Teddy's high school graduation. He looks so handsome in his cap and gown.

Phoebe was operating the camera for a while and has it focused on me and Christian. Christian has a huge grin on his face; I don't think I've ever seen him look so proud. I'm crying. My mom is crying. Grace is crying. Kate and Mia are crying.

We fast forward through the keynote speaker's address. We hear Christian's voice, off-camera, complaining that he didn't want to die of boredom listening to that hack. Nice.

The camera then pans to the stage where Teddy is giving his Valedictorian speech. He sounds so eloquent and grown up.

Next, we see him on stage when his diploma is handed to him. Afterwards, the graduating class throw their caps in the air.

~o0o~

"Jeez Mom, what's with all the women in our family crying?"

"Teddy was all of our firsts. First son, grandson, nephew... It was a very special day Phoebe.

"You look like a bunch of weepy saps," Teddy chimes in.

"Okay, okay, enough from the peanut gallery."

It's getting late, so we put the videos away. Christian brings out my birthday cake decked out with lit candles. There are a lot of candles there. I'm getting old. The three of them sing 'Happy Birthday' and I blow out the candles.

I've learned to treasure moments like this, just the four of us together... they are so precious.

We haven't even finished eating our cake when Phoebe decides it's time to open gifts. Much like her father, patience is not her strength.

The first gift I open is from Phoebe. It's a gift basket full of make up.

"Mom, you seriously need to step-up your make up inventory. You really don't have much."

"Thank you Pheebs. It's wonderful." I laugh to myself because I know this gift 'for Mom' is really for Phoebe. I hardly use any make-up and she plans on "borrowing", I'm sure.

Next, I get a gift bag from Teddy. I search through the tissue paper inside and find a Harvard zip-up hoodie.

"You always have to dress in work clothes, but I know you prefer this comfortable stuff." He smiles.

"Yes I do, Teddy. Thank you." He leans down and kisses my cheek. My sweet boy.

It's Christian's turn. Christian always gives me some completely over the top gift. Cars, jewelry, trips. You name it. I can't imagine how he's going to top the past few year's gifts. He hands me a box. I recognize the blue robin's egg colored paper and white satin bow. It's a gift from Tiffany's. It's larger than a jewelry box. I wonder what it could be.

I open the box. It's a simple Tiffany's silver picture frame. I flip it over to look at the picture mounted in it. My jaw drops. I'm completely shocked.

It's the photo he took of us at arms length during our honeymoon in our post-tickle, post-coital, post-confessional embrace. We look very young and so much in love. I tear up. I can't believe he remembered this photo. It's the most perfect gift I could ever get.

"I love it. Thank you." I whisper as the tears roll down my cheeks.

He takes the back of his index finger and gently wipes my tears away. He pulls me close into a warm embrace and softly kisses my lips. I caress his cheek with my hand and smile. I see his secret smile. He knows he did well. Very well.

It's time to call it a night. The kids go off to their rooms. Christian and I do the same.

I sit in our bed with the picture frame in hand, staring at the photo it in awe. It's the perfect gift. It means so much to me that he remembered it. I have a ridiculous grin on my face.

"Did you have a good birthday celebration, baby?" Christian asks as he joins me in bed.

"I can't imagine it being any better. Thank you for this photo and for being the best husband a wife could ever dream of."

"We could keep the celebration going…" he says in a low husky voice.

"You should be properly thanked for the wonderful gift," I answer back in an equally husky voice.

"I plan to be, Mrs. Grey." He wraps me in his arms and kisses me.