Teddy and Family

Chapter 20

A/N: Um…Bella is this your manuscript or Edward's journal? How will Ana react to that much Need to Know information? Read and find out it may just surprise you…This is just leading to the worst day ever! Oh, so much fun… ^^

Disclaimer: EL James and sometimes SMeyer (I love to play with her characters but with my AU spin on them from my other story. Sorry folks I don't do Cannon ever. Like, Love it, Hate it…you have been warned ^^) own it all I'm just having fun with the characters, but the OC ones and story ideas are all mine

Ana

They've finally gone and I feel zero guilt that I've ditched my family for the weekend. I'd already reasoned with Teddy and cuddled and fed my babies before Chris had gone all Alpha male on me. Bella's fixing us a pitcher of yummy Sangria while I happily fix us a Mexican feast to munch on while we work.

"This is Carmen's specialty, but I'm going easy on the amounts of liquor and wine in this and going more with fruit and orange juice. I've seen this knock members of my family flat on their ass and that's not what we're going for. We want mellow. Relaxation. Not drunk out of our minds." Bella adds the sliced fruit to the pitcher.

"Chris and I aren't really drinkers. The occasional glass of wine with dinner, but we've never been that crazy about getting blackout drunk unlike other members of our family who have no problem indulging." I put our enchiladas in the oven to bake. Then start on the nachos.

"I'll really go easy on the liquor then…" Bella's stirring her concoction.

"So, how does Edward feel about you continuing the Singer series using the male protagonist point of view? It doesn't take a genius to clue in that you're drawing from both of your lives. Did he have a journal or something for you to go by?" I have her laptop on the counter and am reading while I'm cooking.

Bella sets a tall glass of her creation beside me and starts in on making the tostadas. "He's been keeping a journal since he was a boy and has reluctantly allowed me to use his thoughts in Tony's point of view of the series."

I take a healthy sip and try to wrap my mind around what I'm reading. This isn't her manuscript more like the digitized version of his actual journal. Her book was based on fiction, right? I mean that's all myth and lore not reality. Isn't it? What I'm reading says otherwise. Her blood sang to him. He was willing to take out an entire classroom of students…I down the glass and reach over to pour me another one, as I fast forward to the rescue with the truck and the entire hospital scene. Carlisle?! No way! I go forward even more and what the fuck! Esme?! Rose and Jazz were gonna do what?! Well, at least Alice and Emmett weren't on team take out Bella she knows too much! This is fantastic! I reach for my glass again. I go back to where I skipped forward my eyes glued to the screen. You can't make this stuff up! Fuck we really are walking around in the fucking mist! Like in Percy Jackson or Harry Potter's worlds. Hell, does this mean that the Wizarding World actually exists too?! The thought is mind-blowing. Hope can see right through it, no wonder they were freaking out that day!

Bella stares at me in alarm when I down half of my second glass and nearly miss pouring the cheese over the platter of nachos. "Ana? You've drowned the nachos and the taco meat is all over your feet. Is everything okay?"

I down the rest of my glass and then reach over to pour me another, which I immediately down half of as I continue to read. This stuff is fantastic! Jasper was off the chain and Alice was firmly yet gently holding his leash, because they have a bond like Chris and I do! I was rereading the whole thing! Wow! Having to endure High School on rewind for decades would be like a living hell and to be able to hear everyone's thoughts even worse. He couldn't hear her? Unreal and she's his soulmate too! I was so glued to what I was reading that I didn't even notice that the Sangria had changed to tall glasses of ice water and I'm munching on soggy nachos.

Bella walks over to look over my shoulder and gasps in alarm. "Oh crap! I opened the wrong document!"

"Who the fuck cares this is fantastic!" I shove more soggy chips into my mouth.

"Aren't you even the least bit terrified right now?" Bella leans over to look at me.

"Why? You're the good guys, right? You're like my big sis and we've been friends for years! We're cousins! This doesn't change anything. Chris already suspects and your twins are little chatter boxes just like my Teddy and Teddy has a memory like mine and Chris's. He can't forget ever. Chris thinks that Edward cheats and always has using Jedi like mind tricks or hypnosis and he wasn't far off the mark. Try Vampire influence and mind reading. This is…I can't stop reading. Maybe it's in the bloodline to not let stuff like this freak us out. I love the supernatural, always have. This just makes me grin and wanna do a happy dance all around the kitchen." I turn around and give her a hug.

"You can hug me back, just don't break me." I snark and she gives me a gentle hug.

"I haven't yet have I." She rolls her eyes and before I can blink she's got the enchiladas out of the oven and then like The Flash she's got everything filled and topped in less than two minutes. She's muttering to herself and my mind isn't sharp enough right now to focus on what she's saying, but I did get. She's fine. Just like I was. Chris knows.

She does have a link like Chris and me, so she's probably talking to Edward. I blow her a raspberry and then go back to reading. "Show off."

"After we get some food in you, we'll wait a little while, and then go for a run on the treadmill to sweat some of that Sangria out of you." She sets a plate beside me and some really strong tea.

I sniff it and my nose wrinkles. It's Gail's hangover prevention tea, but I'm not drunk, just a little buzzed. I push it away.

"You've had nearly three tall glasses of Sangria. Indulge me, please and drink your tea." Bella slides it back towards me.

"Fine," I pout at her like Teddy when I force him to eat a veggie that he hates, but it's good for him. I steel myself and take a sip and shutter. This stuff is bitter and just yucky. "God, that's vile." I dig into my food, anything to mask the taste on my tongue. The screen in front of me blurs for a second or two, but I shake it off and focus.

"Did you at least eat breakfast and Lunch today?"

"I'm breast feeding my babies, so yes, I ate today." I snort, cross eyes and stick my tongue at her again.

"Eat and drink that or I take the laptop away." Bella growls, in her Mom voice.

"You're the one that put it in the Long Island Ice Tea glasses instead of a wine glass!" I hiss as I plug my nose and down the rest of the vile disgusting brew.

"I didn't think that you were going to chug it down like a guy sneaking milk or juice straight from the bottle or jug in the Frig!" She takes the laptop away and sets it on the other side of her on the breakfast bar. "Eat and drink some more water and I might let you have it back tonight."

"It tastes like Fruit Punch!" I grudgingly clean my plate and down another glass of water.

"That's what makes it so lethal. You can't taste the booze." She grabs our dirty plates and in record time my kitchen is spotless. Everything is put away.

Just watching her makes the room spin. I lay my head down on the cool marble of the breakfast bar and will everything to stop spinning. Maybe, I am a little more than buzzed.

Bella turns on the flat screen in the kitchen and there's a report of wide spread outbreak of the Norovirus in New York City. It seems to be hitting all over the country and it has Health Departments Scrambling to get control of the situation. "Aren't Hanah and Sam in New York this week for the Symposium?"

"Yeah, at the Marriot on Broadway. She and Clair were going to see Kinky Boots tonight. They've been taking in a new show every night this week." I sigh, the coolness feels good on my cheek.

"That's where the bulk of the people getting sick are...Something about it closing down Grey House NY…Schools…some really ritzy hotels in that area too…" I think she's reading the ticker.

I lift my head up and squint at the screen to get it into focus. Yep, more than buzzed. "Did you just say Grey House NY?" I try and get my mind to focus.

"That's what it said on the ticker." Bella frowns.

It takes a few tries, but I manage to unlock my phone. Houston St John runs our NY GEH branch and Austin his twin sister handles GP NY. Nothing shakes either of them nor do they get sick. Ros is in the Orient, not sure what country. Andrea is manning Grey House…I try and clear my mind, but it's all muddled and my eyes won't stay focused.

My phone rings and belts out Ros's ringtone, Sisters Are Doin' It for Themselves. I drop my phone, but Bella catches it and hits speaker for me. "Hi Big Sister, how's the Orient?"

"Ana, Hanah's down. Grey 2 is at JFK, so Andrea's booking you first class seats on a flight…"

"Wait, slow down, Hanah's what? I can't go anywhere I promised Chris that I'd stay home…First Class? Ros, everyone went fishing. Sam's in New York. I have no CPO…"

"Hanah's in the hospital and so is Claire with a severe case of the Norovirus, so she can't give the keynote tomorrow. You have to do it. Austin and Houston are down too. They're dropping like flies just like they were here all last month. GP is your baby. Chris will just have to suck it up and deal. What do you mean they all went fishing?"

"They took the Overindulgence out for the weekend. I'm here with Bella working on my book and proofing hers. That was the plan anyway…I'll need two first class tickets. See if you can find a flight where we can book the entire first-class section that way they won't lose their shit when they find out I flew commercial with no CPO."

"He's gonna lose it anyway. You have no choice. GP has to be represented. You are the CEO. Maternity leave or not, there is no other way. Kate just had EJ. The CEO or COO has to make that speech and you're more up for it then Kate, so you're it. Andrea will text you all the details. You've had your Flu shot, so you should be covered. Check out a show while you're there. Safe flight."

"Stay safe and kick ass, big sis."

"You too, little sister." She hangs up.

"Well, that explains why Alice insisted that I pack heavy even for a weekend. She was firm on my packing extra shoes too?"

"Shoes?" Why would we need extra shoes?

"Don't ask me. I just roll with it." She shrugs.

I raise my brows.

"I'd offer up our jet, but it's in the UK. You've got me and you're as trained as any CPO. My guess is it's either gonna be Untied, American, or Alaskan. Text Andrea and tell her that she if she can't buy all the seating in any of the flights that we'll be fine. Alice also packed wigs and glasses for me to take. We'll put them on and no one will have a clue."

"Should I text Chris?" I chew nervously on my lip. We were just having the whole we're a team, trust talk, but this is business. I am GP it has nothing to do with Chris, well, he's my silent partner like I am with GEH, but we don't ever step on each others toes.

"Ros made a valid point. You are GP. Emergency trips happen all the time regardless if you're on maternity leave or not. You can't even tell that you had them nearly three months ago and you're back in fighting form." Bella shot that idea down immediately. "He's had to drop everything and fly half way around the world before, right?"

"All the time until we had Teddy then only when he had to, now that we have the triplets too, Ros handles the travel. Gwen goes with her whenever possible. The two of them love to travel. Not sure how Chris and Ros are gonna handle it after the surrogate delivers Ros and Gwen's baby. Houston maybe?" I give myself the sobriety test right there in my kitchen and just pass barely.

My phone pings and I race over to grab it on the counter and nearly sprawl face first. Bella easily catches me and steady's me on my feet. "Crap! I'm gonna have to hit the treadmill hard before we leave. Hopefully, I have time to sober up before the flight."

Bella looks at my phone. "It's eight now our flight takes off at midnight. She's sending a driver. She's got everything set for us. We're going as Isabella Swan and Anastasia Steele?" She grins at me, wiggling her brows, and I giggle. "I've got ID to match that so I'm set. Jasper is always prepared for any and all situations. Everyone in the family has several ID's."

"I use Anastasia Steele when I'm traveling without Chris. It's protocol and a Black Amex to match just in case…god forbid they lose our stuff…it is a commercial flight…anything can will and does often happen…first class or not…" I glance up at her after texting Andrea back. I hope it made sense.

My phone pings immediately afterwards with an alarmed Andrea's text. Holy shit balls, Anastasia Rose are you sloshed?! That made zero sense! Can you even function enough to do this?! You can't get on a public flight buzzed out of your skull! Is Bella sober or are you both wasted!? :o Andrea

Nope guess not. I text her back, my face three shades of red. Hopefully that one was better.

What were you thinking!? Almost three Long Island sized glasses of Sangria?! You're a light weight! Can you even walk a straight line?! You turn into a teenager when you drink! I need coherent CEO Ana not Bitch Ana! :Andrea

I make a face at my phone and text her back that I'm just a little buzzed. It was mostly fruit juice and I can still walk a straight line as long as I don't run. Then ask if she texted Chris.

No, Ros told me not to. GP is yours. This is a GP matter and doesn't involve GEH. Hit the treadmill or the elliptical hard for an hour! I don't trust the Marriot with this bug going around so I've booked you and Bella at The Waldorf. William knows that you're coming and was chuckling that Chris had dropped the ball renovating Grey on the Park this winter. Though, he assures me that you and Bella will be in excellent hands. He was in a hurry because some movie is premiering tomorrow and the paps were circling like vultures for a money shot. :Andrea

Paps! Shit! I rack my brain to think of any movie coming out soon, but I've been in baby mode for weeks. Nothing comes to mind. "Bella, we're booked at the Waldorf, but we might have a bottom feeder problem. A movie is being premiered and the stars are staying there."

Bella's eyes widen as something clicks in her head, but she says nothing. "It's fine. We're seasoned at handling the sharks."

I shoot her a dark 'what are you not telling me' look, as I text Andrea back asking if we need to check in first or go straight to the Symposium.

With the time difference you'll have to head straight to the Marriot and give your keynote. Mr. K is there. He's been appraised of the change in plans and will meet you in the lobby. The only areas effected so far by the virus have been the conference rooms where they're holding the seminars for the writers. They assured everyone that the keynotes were safe to continue. Still unsure about it though. ~~ :Andrea

Papa K is there too. That makes me feel a little better, seeing as I haven't any idea what's going on. I text her to email me everything that I need to know including my speech. Hopefully, Hanah had Claire copy it back to Andrea. If not I'll wing it.

Like you had to ask? Are you insinuating that I'm getting rusty? :P It's all there. I've even made you a new speech. Hitting on all the key areas and for whatever you're being honored for that Hanah was accepting on your behalf. Wear flats! Heels and drinking are an ER trip in the making! Love ya little Sis. Safe flight. 3 :Andrea

"It never ceases to amaze me how in February you can be rewarded with Innovator and Publisher of the year." I text her back. Thanking her. Promising her a Girl Day and then lock my phone.

Then it hits me. I have no clue if anything is gonna fit! And panic sets in, as I can't do a keynote unless I'm wearing my sapphire blue Channel Power suit. It's like my security blanket, as Chris gave that to me back when GP was still in it's infancy and I was still wet behind the ears and scared out of my mind that I was gonna fail everyone who was counting on me to succeed. It's a classic and never goes out of style.

"What if nothing fits…?" I bit down on my lip.

"You look fabulous, Ana! Trust me everything will fit again!" She all but drags me back to my room and into my dressing area. "Strip! We'll take care of your nothing will fit attack first. Then focus on sobering you up, before we have to leave." She rifles through the rails and before I know it I'm all packed.

Everything fits if anything they fit better than ever before. My favorite suit is out. Bella thinks that skirts are so last season and pants show the men that it's the mind not the skin that's showing that counts. So the Armani pant suit is in and the Chanel is out. I'm sulking, but she told me that I'm passed needing a security blanket and need to be more confident in myself.

I hit the gym and sweat the junk out of my system. Down another shot of Gail's tea and then go get ready. Bella's making sure that the house is secure and erasing any and all CCTV footage of her showing off her enhanced skills. No need for Jason or anyone to have a coronary. It's not fair really. I'm a sweaty mess and she's fresh as a daisy. Hell, her sweat even smells like Shalimar. It's unreal.

When all is said and done and triple checked. We're ready just in time. I slip my Louis Vuitton flats into my carry on and stubbornly slip on my Louis Vuitton Ella's instead. I've had to run from the paps in these babies, it should be fine. I don't even feel buzzed anymore, as we head out to the car that's taking us to Sea-Tac.

Here goes nothing. Deep down I just know that Chris is gonna go mental, but a girl's gotta do what she needs to for the good of her company. Part of me is feeling even more guilty for not texting Sam, but for all I know she might be in the hospital with Claire and Hanah.

Sam's POV

(JFK-the next morning)

If I ever have to come back to New York it'll be too soon! It's like god's been raining down his wrath since we touched down. The weather has been icy and bone chilling all week. Hanah and Claire were just asking for it by taking full advantage of their freedom and shows every night. It's almost a relief that they're miserable in the Hospital, because they'll stay put. Next time I take Logan, Sawyer, Ryan, and Reynolds!

I glower at the loiterers until they take the hint and scram. Scurrying away from the luggage claim area hoping to get a money shot, after flight attendants posted on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook the pics that they snapped of Ana and Bella. They're wearing pixie cuts and cats eye glasses of all things. Like that would work, the face remains the same. A face mind you that was just on Time Magazine's front page as Person of the year. I've already had words with their office here and the two ladies are in boiling hot water with their bosses. Well, that and I assured them that Mr. Grey could always use an Airline under the GEH umbrella and that when he saw those pics that they should brace for the wrath of Christian Grey.

I'm not here to collect my naughty little charges for not giving me the heads up on their arrival. Oh, no, I'm here to teach them a lesson. Step one. Taking the luggage out of the equation and seeing how these two independent sisters of mine deal with that without having any assistance.

Ana will make a mad dash for the Brownstone that they have here in New York, but that's under renovation until late spring and everything has been safely put into storage. No help to be found there!

I check my watch. She needs to be at the Marriot in less than two hours. It's raining icy buckets. No driver. I took care of that, so it'll be a cab. Uncle Murry is doing me a favor, so it's not really breaking any rules. They'll be safe and secure and I'll be shadowing behind them.

The conveyor finally roars to life and in a minute or so their luggage appears. I load it up on my trolley and head off to find the perfect spot to watch the show. Ana's gonna go nuclear and GEH will be acquiring an airline to their portfolio.

I'll make sure that she sees me, but then blend in just to keep her guessing. My wrath is gonna be nothing compared to the guys when they catch wind of their weekend adventure to New York. I get that she didn't have a choice, but she still should have informed me.

The passengers are arriving from the gate and sure enough here come my charges. Let the games begin.