Teddy and Family

By Cindra

Chapter 4

A/N: It's a four weeks since the babies arrived and Ana and Teddy have had enough…Happy reading through Ana's eyes this time…though it does foreshadow what I have instore for the next chapter…^^ Please tell me what you think! Thank you to all that have reviewed, Fav, or followed the story! I love you all!

Cin Xxx

Disclaimer: EL James and sometimes SMeyer (I love to play with her characters ^^) own it all I'm just having fun with the characters, but the OC ones and story idea are all mine.

Ana Pov

"Ella's source is amazing!" I'm looking at the detailed plans of turning Grey Meadows into Disney's Frozen Christmas. We'll have lights and ornaments exactly like the ones that they use at Disneyland, only ours are going to be solar powered. We've got artificial solar ice trees, inflatable and animatronic characters, and a snow machine. We've even got Marshmallow to guard the main gate and he's animatronic too! "We're gonna have a Frozen Christmas!

"Whatever your heart wants, I shall endeavor my best to make it happen. Even if it means enduring a Let it go light show for weeks on end." Chris is staring at the giant shipping crates that are taking up the hanger from the monitor in his home office and scratching at the back of his neck.

"Chris, we can hire some experts to set it up. This is not something that you and the guys are gonna be able to tackle." I set my chin on his shoulder.

"We can handle it. No one has gotten wind of the triplets and still think that you only had one baby. NDA or not someone would leak it and score a big paycheck in the process." Chris has his mind set and isn't gonna change his mind about it anytime soon.

"This project is gonna take a small army of people who know what they are doing and I seriously doubt that all of you men have clue one how to implement every stage of this design plan. We can't keep them hidden forever and I want to be able to go out with them and show them off at Grey House." Chris stiffens and turns to shoot me his Do-you-doubt-me one eye brow arched glare. Shit! Oh, well, it might turn out halfway decent. I mean, it's not like we're gonna be shot for a magazine layout. Chris would never let that happen in a million years.

"I run a multibillion dollar empire. I think that I can handle a ladder and stringing some lights up on my own house." He rakes his fingers through his hair. "Are you ready for the circus that us announcing the triplets is gonna entail? Teddy's was a nightmare and the bottom feeders wouldn't leave us be for weeks. This will be a million times worse than that and the last thing I want them to be called is the Grey Triplets like Teddy was dubbed Baby Grey. Mom has no problem coming here to give them their baby checkups and Dr. Greene has no problem coming here to check on you…"

"We can prevent all of that by giving an exclusive to Eamon and Ethan then they won't be able to cash in on the triplets, because the Seattle Times will have scooped them all. We can't hide them forever and Ethan is waiting for you to finally give him the green light to run it…" I have it all in place, but he's being stubborn.

"Why the rush, baby?" He goes to pull me into his arms and I step out of his reach.

"The walls are closing in on me. It's been four weeks, Christian! I need to finish shopping, a spa day, Sunday dinner at Grey Manor, anything! We can't hide them forever and I don't want to. I am proud of my babies and wanna show them off to everyone at work! I can't do that until you finally come to your senses and let Ethan handle it for us! Teddy wants to go to the park! See Santa! He needs his playdates with his friends! We need out of this fortress of protection!" Are you kidding me!? He's clueless! It's Christmas! We need to get out of the house!

"Ana, am I smothering you?" He shoots me his wounded puppy dog eyes. Oh, no, that's not gonna work, Grey!

"I wouldn't say smothering, but this shield of protection around us is stronger than Superman's Fortress of Solitude. Everyone who wants to see us has to come here…It's Christmas! Santa! Victorian Christmas! The Charles Dickens Festival! Cookiefest! The Christmas lights! All of that is going on and we're missing it, because you can't shake off the fear. Yes, we have three beautiful four-week old babies and a three year old who is patiently waiting for you to finally come to your senses. We love you, just please open the gates, lift the force field…" I implore with my own puppy dog pleading look.

"You were healing…needed rest…" He looks like I've slapped him and that's not what I wanted at all.

"Yes, I was healing and resting, but I'm nearly fully recovered now. I was given the green light yesterday to exercise, go for walks, get out…" I reach up and touch his cheek with my hand and he turns his head to kiss and nuzzle my palm. Nope. Not happening Chris. I take my hand away and step back again. I ignore the electric current that always happens when we touch. The tangible energy that binds us is a force unto itself, but I need to get him to ease up and let us have outings again.

"I know that we're missing a lot of our holiday tradition that's why I'm turning Grey Meadows and Estates into a Frozen and Disney wonderland. We'll still have the light shows…" He's being stubborn, but I will win.

"Mommy! Daddy! Ava, Soph, and Gabe got to go see Santa, the reindeer and trains, the cookies, and the lights! When's it my turn!?" My ace in the hole just crashed the party.

Teddybear, I owe you big time. I scoop him up into my arms. It's wonderful to be able to pick him up and not wince in pain again.

"Mommy's negotiating with Daddy, Teddybear." I kiss all over his face. He's been making cookies with Gail and Soph and has the sugary evidence all over his adorable bow shaped mouth.

"I can bring Santa here…" Chris starts, but Teddy isn't having it. He wriggles out of my arms and is standing there mirroring his Daddy's pissed off look to a T.

"No! I miss all of my friends! I haven't been to the park in forever! There was a Christmas party today and I missed it! The big tree lighting! Santa's village! Cookiefest! Seeing the lights! All of it! You wouldn't let me go with Ava, Gabe, and Sophie! Uncle Logan and Nana Ella caught the baddies! Let me play with my friends! I have my Uncles and Aunt Sam to keep me safe! This is all because of the babies! They've ruined my life!" Teddy is having one of his rare tantrums, but I don't blame the little guy at all, his Daddy has taken paranoid protection to the extreme. He's had enough and now he's letting him know it.

"Theodore Raymond…"

"They have! I can't do anything with anyone, because you don't wanna let the sharks with cameras see the babies! Well, they see me all the time and I survived! Just because there are three doesn't make a difference, we all have our shadows to protect us!" He's stomping his little Chuck Taylors all around Chris's office.

"Teddy, it's not the babies fault that they've been too little to have an outing yet, but now they can." I try and scoop him up again, but he's in a full blown snit.

"Well, I'm not the babies and I've missed everything!" He's folding his arms and sulking exactly like his daddy. God, I hope that Jason is getting all of this, it's just too adorable for words. He's not acting out to be a brat, he's just reached the end of his patience.

Chris is doing his best not to smirk and I know that he's not angry about this outburst either. He's patiently waiting him out. "Are you finished?" He arches a brow at our son.

"No! I wanna sleepover at Nana Grace and Grandpa Cary's until you come to your senses! They'll take me to see everything! We didn't even go to Aspen and get our trees and it's all because of the babies!" He shouts and then goes to race back out of the office, but his Daddy is faster and scoops him up.

"I hear you. I heard your mother. Yes, we'll get all bundled up and go check out everything that you've been missing. " Chris has him so they are looking eye to eye. "Can I show you something or are you gonna continue with your snit?"

He gives Chris his best this-had-better-be-out-of-this-world glare, but says nothing.

Chris goes to kiss his forehead but Teddy turns his face away to bury it against his shoulder. "I'm sorry, buddy."

"Teddy, that's enough. He's trying to make it up to you, now give him a hug." He's had his snit, it's time for him to forgive his Daddy.

"Look, Teddy. We're going to turn this place into a Disney Frozen Christmas." He gets him settled in his lap as he sits down and shows him the plans on his desk.

"We get to have the lights like at Disney?" He's not convinced and his brow is wrinkled in a V like I do when I call bull shit to something Christian has said or done.

"Yep, see those big crates in the hanger? It's loaded with lots of stuff just like at Disney. We'll even have a giant Marshmallow to keep watch over the gate that moves. Along with Olaf, Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Sven, Grand-pabbi the works…." He's showing him the artist renderings that came with the plans.

Teddy's taking it all in, but he's like his father and when you cross him, he tends to make you work for it to get back into his good books again. "Who's gonna put this together? Disney people?" He voices his concern and is looking up at his father with doubt.

"The guys and I are gonna tackle this…"

"Uncle Elliot and his guys?" He arches one brow, so like his daddy that it's scary.

"This is gonna be a family project for the men, while our ladies go to Franco's and get pampered at Oasis and have a girls day…"

"That's a lot of stuff…" Teddy looks at the artist renderings and plans then at his father and it's clear that he has no faith in anything that Chris is telling him.

"We've got this, buddy. Trust me." Chris kisses the top of his head and he allows it. Good sign.

"Okay, Daddy. But today I want Santa, reindeer, trains, and lights…" Now he's back to his serious face.

"Why don't you two go take a Daddy and Teddy day together while I hold down the fort here and I'll touch base with the girls about our girl's day plans?" I'm not really up too all that Teddy is determined to do today and the two of them clearly need this bonding time together. Besides, I want to see just what kind of disaster this Project Frozen could turn out to be.

"Ana? I thought you wanted a family outing?" Chris furrows his brow and is shooting me a confused look.

"Yes, lunch at Grey Manor. Taking in the light show in Belleview. Little things to start with at first. I'm not up to tackling the list that Teddy has his heart set on, but you're perfectly able to and need some quality Teddy and Daddy time." I counter and look at my watch, it's nearly noon. "Take him to lunch at IHOP and then tackle the nursery first so that he can see the reindeer and trains. Then Santa. Seattle Center. Pikes Place. We still need to do Toys for tots, Gail has the list. That should be fun. The Zoo is basically a dusk event as it has to do with Christmas lights. You can end the day having dinner then take him up in Charlie Tango, before landing back here and bedtime."

"Ana, we can leave the zoo for an outing with all of us. You want family outings and we are gonna do family outings. Today will be the Reindeer, Santa, and the trains. We'll bring back dinner and then I will take him up in Charlie Tango to see the lights. Toys for tots might be on the agenda for today, but we'll see how the day goes. It'll get done, as will the holiday lists for the charities. While we're gone make the call to Ethan for the exclusive then get with Ros, Dante, and Andrea so that they can be ready to fend off the feeding frenzy that this is gonna cause. You say you're ready, so we'll reveal the biggest kept secret in Seattle to the rest of the world. Why, they're so obsessed with us boggles the mind. It's not like we're royals, just highly successful at what we do. Then again it's been this way since we hit our teens and you and the girls discovered the wonderful migraine that is social media." He gets to his feet with Teddy, kisses me, and then the two of them leave his office to get ready for their afternoon outing.

I look down at the signature of the artist and gasp. Nessie C?! Bella's daughter painted these renderings and then helped with the artistic design with who must have been Alice? They're the old family friends of Ella?! Their Halloween Spooktackular Haunted Experience is the go-to place for Halloween and people come from all over the country to see it. I've no doubt in my mind that this is just as detailed if not more so from the massive containers in the hanger. I'd ask her to hire them to set it up, but Chris would go postal.

Edward and my Babe have this insane rivalry going. All because of a certain book series that shall remain nameless that has characters with our likenesses doing naughty things. They're nothing like us in the least and I blame it all on the internet, Google, Instagram, Youtube….the media…our lives have been out there and she just took it and spun it into one hell of an adult fictional story with a movie franchise.

The only thing that saved her from our wrath is that disclaimer in the beginning stating the necessary legal jargon that got her fanny out of the legal fire.

We're equals there is no Dom/Sub anything. No red room of pain. Just two who are star-crossed, soul mates, and have known each other nearly all of our lives. Chris has faded scars from the fire, but was never abused in any way. Ella isn't? How did she write it? Oh, yes, a crack whore, who died of an overdose…That's complete and total bull shit. I guess, its pure luck that she named her character Ella.

She had to have attended our events to get the details so exact with our family members. Well, mostly, Mom wants to rip her hair out for making her out to be the worst mom ever. She says it's not fair that Grace and Gail get to be glowing characters and she's an absentee mother going on her fourth husband and married the scum of the earth for her third. Frank Lambert is her original character. Though, Momma's maiden name is Lambert, so there is that. Ray's my Daddy from day one.

Jose…well, she got him so wrong…yes he's a photographer, but he doesn't bat for my team. Far from it. He's been in a loving partnership with his high school sweetie Paul Clayton, a resident ER doctor at Seattle Grace. Paul's parents do own a lucrative Hardware empire so they got some of that right. Jose's also an architect/ interior designer and Gwen's right hand.

He, Paul, Ros, and Gwen have a chain of clubs called Calliope's all over the States and world. Drag queens are a hot commodity these days and the girls are something to watch. Gia, as he's known at the club, loves to raid my closet and drags me and the girls off to shop until our feet fall off. He's our own personal stylist and has been since we were in kindergarten. Alicia 'Alice' Hale does all of the wardrobe for the girls at the club. Gwen and Jose designed the clubs themselves and Elliot built them.

I suppose all of that growling from our parents and even Chris to watch what we put up on social media has come back to bite us all in the ass. The internet does have its drawbacks and it can be used in all manner of ways to make your adult lives miserable. We were the princes and princesses of Seattle, born or adopted into affluent families, who were always in the public eye. We also loved social media and used it foolishly as teenagers or young adults tend to do.

Anyway, ever since the series came out they've had this rivalry to end all rivalries with each other. It hadn't really bothered him until Edward bought the Seahawks before Chris could even make a bid for them. Edward's calling card is what drives Chris crazy. He makes a huge donation to every single one of our charities as a consolation prize. He's done it every time Chris has lost a deal to him.

I settle myself in his chair behind his desk and read the instructions that were included with the plans. There's a number for the Disney engineers and they are expecting a call to come set this up. I plug the flash drive into the USB port on Chris's laptop and I'm rewarded with a computer generated rendering of what it's gonna look like when it's all finished. There's the number again flashing on the screen with NEEDS PROFESSIONALLY ASSEMBLED! In Shouty capitals under the number. I pocket the drive and shut down the computer and take the sheet with the number. If Chris sees these it'll be like someone has questioned his manhood, but I'll give them a call to have them all on standby. I can't help but think of the possible not so pleasant outcomes this massive undertaking could cause. Like extended hospital stays. Broken bones. Cuts. Bruises…concussions…I shudder at the thought.

Chris doesn't hire teams to set up events for nothing…and yet he thinks that he can handle this? Uh, I don't think so, but I'll humor him and then bring in the experts to fix it into a Disney Frozen Christmas extravaganza.

I take out my phone and text the girls and Jose for our girls day and then I'm off as my babies are paging me from their baby monitor.