Christian is the first to wake the next morning. He stretches his arms and legs before he rises from the sofa and takes a few steps over to the bed he's shared with Ana for over twenty one years. But last night she shared it with their frightened daughter. He looks down at his girls and feels the calm wash over him. They are both sleeping soundly. Ana is lying on her side facing the middle and her hand is rested over her baby bump. Their two little miracles. Phoebe is lying on her side facing away from Ana. Christian gently brushes her bangs away from her eyes and watches her as she calmly breaths in and out in her sleep, feeling satisfied with himself in his decision to let her sleep in his room. She would not have been okay on her own last night. The sight of her white as a sheet face from just a few hours ago is still burned into his brain. He shakes his head and tries to push that haunting image aside.

Christian's focus is rerouted to the baby monitor as it comes alive with the sound of his baby girl's voice. "Mommy" she calls sleepily. He quickly retrieves the baby monitor from its spot on the side table next to the sofa and mutes the volume again, looking over at the girls to make sure their sleep wasn't disturbed. Ana stirs for a moment, but then settles once more in her sleep. Christian lets out a sigh of relief and leaves the room to take care of Natalie.

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Natalie's POV

I'm hungry, and I want juicy, but Daddy says I can only drink water at night time. I drank all of the water in my sippy cup and now it is all gone. I feel yucky stuff in my diapy and I don't like it. "Mommy" I call out. I need Mommy to change me and make the yucky stuff go away. I know that when I call Mommy or Daddy they will come and get me. They take good care of me. Sometimes I need to say Mommy or Daddy a few times before they come in here for me, but not this time. Daddy is already here.

"Daddy" I squeal and throw my arms up in the air. He has a big smile on his face. I like when Daddy smiles.

"Hey Sweet Pea." Daddy picks me up and hugs me, and then I hear him make a mad sound. I hope Daddy isn't mad at me.

"Daddy, I need diapy"

"I know" he says to me, and he's not smiling anymore. Is Daddy mad at me? "Come on Baby, let's get you cleaned up."

He kisses my head and then has me lay down on my bed. Mommy uses the changing table, but Daddy uses the bed. I reach over and grab my Ariel doll. I don't like being changed, especially when my diapy is yucky. I don't think Mommy and Daddy like it either. They make stinky faces while they are wiping me. Sometimes Mommy sings to me when she changes me, but Daddy doesn't. Daddy does it fast and he's always happy when he's all done. I'm happy when he's all done too. Sometimes he tickles me or blows raspberries on my belly. That always makes me laugh. When he's done he picks me up and blows raspberries on my belly. I squeal and laugh and he does it again and again and again. I love Daddy.

"I wove you Daddy"

"I love you too Sweet Pea." Daddy hugs me again. I love Daddy's hugs.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

"It's not time for breakfast yet. Do you want some cheerios?"

I nod my head up and down fast. Daddy puts his hand on the back of my head and kisses it again. "Okay. It's still very early, so we can get you dressed later."

"Yah" I cheer. I like my pajamas. They have Ariel, Jasmine and Belle on them. Daddy carries me into my closet and we find some slippers. I point to the pink fuzzy ones because I like those ones. I sit on the floor and hold my foot up for him to put one on, and then the other.

"Alright, let's go." He picks me up again and carries me. I like when Daddy carries me.

"Daddy, I wanna see Mommy" I tell him. I love Daddy, but I love Mommy too.

"We can see Mommy later" he whispers. "Mommy's still sleeping."

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Phoebe's POV

I wake up and look around for a bit. This isn't my room. This is my parents' room. Why am I in here? I plant my hands on the mattress and sit up. I look around and wonder what time it is. My head hurts. I bring my hand up to the side of my forehead and cover part of my eye. Wow, my head is really pounding. What's happened to me?

"Good morning, sleepy head." I hear my Mom's voice as she walks out of her bathroom. She closes her silk robe across her stomach and ties it. I don't ever see my Mom in lingerie. It's a little disturbing. Maybe that's why Mom and Dad never let us in here. Now that I think about it, I do remember coming in here during the night and I think Dad was wearing boxers. Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I close my eyes and keep my hand on my head. "Honey, does your head hurt? Let me get you some medicine."

Mom disappears in her bathroom for a few seconds and then comes back with two pills and some water. I take the pills and gulp down the water, anxious to relieve this nagging headache. "Thank you" I say to her. I finally look at Mom's face and she's smiling, but it's her worried mother smile. "Mom, I'm sorry I came in here. I know it's against the rules."

Mom puts her hand on top of mine and attempts to relieve my guilt. "Honey, its fine. You needed us. Your father and I are here for you, whatever you need."

"Yeah, but, sleeping in your bed?" I shake my head. I can't believe I slept in here. Mom and Dad have never allowed that.

"Sweetheart, you were so frightened. Your father and I didn't want you to be alone. Your father slept on the sofa over there. In fact, I think we both slept better knowing you were right here, and we could help you if you had another nightmare."

I'm so confused right now. Is that what happened? "I had a nightmare?"

"Yes, you tried to talk to us about it. You said you saw Rachel." I look away from her and try to remember. "Do you remember what you saw?" she asks me.

I look away from her and a vision comes to me. It's like I'm reliving it again. It is dark in my bedroom, and I wake to a figure standing just a few feet away from me. I lean up on my elbows to get a better look at the figure. It is a young woman. The moonlight coming in through my window is shining down on her hair which is blond. As I continue to stare at this woman I am stunned in my spot. I can't move and I can't speak. At first I think she's a ghost, and I'm curious to see what happens. I'm also a bit frightened by it. She doesn't say a word. Flashes of light flicker in my room like lightning has struck nearby, and it allows me a peak at her facial features. Oh my God, it's Rachel! And she's in my room. The next thing I know she has a gun pointed at me. "No!" I scream and cover my face. My mother tries to comfort me, but I don't welcome the touch. "No, please don't" I say to her.

"What's wrong" I hear Dad's voice.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, it's me" Mom says to me. I open my eyes and I look into hers. She looks as frightened as I feel. "It's okay, you're safe, I promise."

I can't catch my breath. I think I'm panicking. I feel Dad sit on the bed next to me and he gently places his hand on my back. "Breathe, Honey" he says softly. I do what he says and take a few deep breaths in and out. I'm sure I sound overdramatic but I don't care. I have to catch my breath and this is the only way I know now. "That's good" he says again with a soft tone.

"I'm sorry" I say when my breathing is calm. Mom and Dad look at me as if I have two heads.

"What are you sorry for?" Dad asks me.

I reach up and dry a tear I have failed to notice escape. "For having a nightmare, for freaking out, and then coming in here crying like some baby…"

"Hey" Dad interrupts me. "You are not a baby, alright?"

"I'm not even allowed in here, and I just woke up and realized that I've slept in here."

"Phoebe, stop, okay?" Dad interrupts me again. He seems angry now. He sighs and I think it's to calm himself down. He has to do that with me a lot lately. "Yes, we have rules in this house, but if protecting you means having to bend them then we're certainly going to do that."

"Dad's right" Mom says. "Baby, you've been through something so horrible that nobody should ever have to face. And it scared you. We don't expect you to just get over it. And we certainly don't expect you to get through it on your own."

Dad is rubbing his hand up and down my back now and they are both staring at me, waiting for me to what? Scream? Cry? Lash out? I honestly don't know what to do or say. I just continue to stare ahead and work on my breathing. I also have to work hard to avoid crying. Mom and Dad are being so great right now. I hate that they have to coddle me and worry about me. Dad's hand has moved into my unruly hair filled with split ends. "Would you still like to get your hair cut today?" I almost forgot that I had asked him to take me. I nod since I can't find the words to answer his question. "Okay" He kisses my head and takes a few steps away from the bed to make a phone call. I hear his side of the conversation as he makes an appointment for me. Mom keeps her spot on the bed and takes both of my hands in hers.

"Please don't feel bad about this, Phoebe. Dad and I want to help you. You need to let us do that." I nod again and notice the pained expression on her face. I don't like seeing that. I have to say something.

"Thanks Mom. Maybe when they find her, maybe then it won't be so scary."

Dad puts his blackberry away and walks back over to the bed. "It's all set. We need to be there by noon. That gives us plenty of time for a nice big breakfast."

I can't help but smile at that. I actually am a little hungry. And I know my eating makes Dad very happy.

"And what do you plan on making us for breakfast?" Mom teases Dad. I can't help but smirk as I watch him for his answer.

"Well, my dear Anastasia, if you plan on actually eating an edible breakfast, I suggest you take charge of the cooking while I take charge of rounding up the troops and setting the table."

I continue to smile in the presence of their teasing. Dad was never good in the kitchen. He sometimes would help Mom out, but most of the time he would be in charge of getting the table ready and getting us ready, clean hands and faces and all. While Mom was recovering after having Natalie, our weekend meals consisted of oatmeal or cereal for breakfast, instant mac and cheese or peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, and reheated meals that Mrs Taylor had prepared for dinner. I don't understand why Dad never attempted to learn to cook. Maybe he just likes my Mom cooking for him. They continue their playful banter and I can't help but smile. Mom and Dad catch me and I see a glimmer of hope in their eyes. Hope for me?

"Is that a smile I see on our daughter?" Dad asks Mom as though I couldn't hear him.

"Yes I believe it is" she answers him back.

"I bet I can make that smile even bigger" Dad says, and I know I am in for it. Before I can get away he is tickling me under my ribs. I am deathly ticklish, so the laughter that leaves my mouth cannot be helped. He continues his relentless tickling and I laugh so hard to the point where there are tears in my eyes. Mom and Dad are laughing too. I'm grateful that for just a few minutes I can forget about this horrible experience that is Rachel Wilson.

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Christian's POV

Phoebe and I arrive at the salon and are greeted by Julio Desantis, the gentleman that will be cutting her hair. I had requested him since he has a fantastic following, not to mention he is gay so I know he won't try to pick up my daughter. He takes Phoebe's hand into both of his and plants a kiss, causing Phoebe to blush.

"Pleasure to meet the lovely young Princess Phoebe Grey. Come, we will make you even more fabulous."

"I'll wait right here, Peanut" I tell her before I find a seat in the waiting area. I pull out my blackberry and access my email in hopes that there is news on the search for Miss Wilson. If I felt comfortable leaving Phoebe's side I would go out there and look for her myself, but I need to stay close to Phoebe in order to ensure her safety and stability. I cannot believe she was apologizing for freaking out over a nightmare. I am all too aware of how frightening nightmares can be, so I completely understood her reaction to it. I have Ana to comfort me anytime I have one, and Phoebe needs to know that she has the both of us.

I frown when I see that they haven't found Miss Wilson. Why the fuck is it so difficult to find one person? Where could she be? There has to be somebody helping her.

I turn my attention to another email from Welch. He wants me to watch an interview that was televised last evening with Kelly Larson, the girl that helped Miss Wilson bully my daughter and access school records. I send a text to Randall to bring my iPad to me. Randall had driven us into town and has been waiting in the car. Less than five minutes later he is in front of me with my iPad case. "That will be all, Randall." He retreats back to the car while I fire up my iPad and use the link that Welch had sent me. I use my ear buds to listen to the interview. Once in a while I glance up to make sure Phoebe is okay. She and Julio are deep in conversation and she seems to be enjoying herself. Good. She doesn't need to be thinking about this shit. I listen to the interview and begin to understand why Welch wanted me to see this. Miss Larson seems to be playing the shocked ex-best friend card. Oh sure, she's shocked that Miss Wilson did this. But she doesn't seem believable. It is a bit overplayed if you ask me. As I continue to watch her facial expressions and over exaggerated commentary, it is becoming more and more obvious that she knows more about this than she is letting on. I'd bet my next business venture that she knows exactly where Miss Wilson is hiding.

I stand and turn around to make a call so that Phoebe and the clientele don't hear my conversation. I thank Welch for sending me the link and order him to look into Miss Larson's activities for the past couple days. As I've suspected, he's already done that and has some information that could help locate Miss Wilson. This seems positive. I make another call to Taylor and fill him in. Even though Taylor and Gail have weekends away from our house and our problems, he'd insisted on being filled in on anything that has to do with this case. He cuts the conversation short and tells me that he is on it. He hangs up on me. Taylor never hangs up on me. I pull my blackberry away from my ear and just look at it, stunned. Normally I'd be fucking pissed at him or anyone hanging up on me. But I'm not, because I know that he is true to his word and that he is on it.

"Dad" I hear my daughter's voice behind me. I turn around and she is standing before me with a relaxed smile on her face. Her hair is still long but very healthy looking. It is obvious that she's had a few inches taken off and Julio has also cleaned up her bangs that are pushed to the side and shaping her face.

"You look beautiful, Sweetheart" I say to her and can't help the smile that grows on my face. Obviously bringing her out for a haircut was a great idea, anything to get her mind off the shooting and Miss Wilson. I decide that I should let my men handle the search while I take care of my family.

Julio walks over from behind her and I shake his hand. "Thank you, Desantis"

"A pleasure, Mr Grey, Mademoiselle" he kisses Phoebe's hand again. Phoebe's smile hasn't left her face.

"Thank you Julio" she says to him before he walks away. She looks back at me as if looking for my approval. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, Julio did a great job." I put my iPad away in the carrying case and bring it over my shoulder. "The day is young. Is there anywhere else you'd like to go?" She hesitates for a moment. That can only mean one thing. She's afraid I'm going to say no. "Phoebe, tell me" I say impatiently.

She bites her lip, another thing she gets from her mother. "Can we visit Sawyer?"

My face falls, and her eyes drop and focus on the ground. I'd rather not take her to see Sawyer. It's probably too soon for that. I know she feels guilty for him taking a bullet for her. On some level I also feel guilty. While it is his job to protect my daughter, my family has become very close with Sawyer. The same goes for Taylor and Gail.

"Please Dad, he saved me. I wanna see him."

I can't say no to her. I want to, but I can't. I nod and reach my hand out for her shoulder, guiding her to walk out of the salon with me. Randall is waiting outside with the car so we don't have to walk too far. I open the back door and Phoebe sullenly climbs in since I haven't answered her yet. I climb in the back with her and pull the door shut.

"Randall, take us to the hospital" I order. Phoebe's head pops up from her sulking and I meet her gaze. I take her hand in mine and smile at her. "Are you sure you'll be okay with seeing him?"

She has to think about it for a moment, and then she nods. "Yes. I need to do this."

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Phoebe's POV

When we arrive at the hospital, we are directed to the ninth floor which is the ICU. I'm not an adult, so they probably won't let me see Sawyer. I start to sulk at the thought. I really want to see Sawyer. I need to. I just feel so guilty that he is in this situation, because of me. Now that I think about it, maybe he doesn't want to see me. I didn't even think of that. What if seeing me just brings back bad memories for him of being shot? I can't do that to him. Dad starts to walk toward the elevator and I pull on his sleeve to stop him. He looks down at me confused.

"What is it, Peanut?"

"Um, maybe this isn't such a good idea. What if they don't let me see him?"

Dad turns his body and leans down so that only I can hear him. "It's all taken care of. I sent a text to Brooke from the car and she got permission from his doctor."

"Really?"

"Yes. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I think it over for a moment. Am I sure? Dad sees my reluctance and he leads me over to a nearby bench. We sit and he puts his hand on my back.

"Phoebe, they don't allow children in the ICU for several reasons. One of the reasons being it's not exactly a cheery place to be. And it can be a bit scary. You need to know that when you see Sawyer, he's doing okay, but he's hooked up to machines with many wires." I nod to let him know that I understand. I've been in the ICU myself, and I've spent enough time with Danny in his ICU room. He's always hooked up to an IV, but not countless machines. I've never had to see anyone like that. I'm sure it's dreadful. "So I'm going to ask you again, are you sure you want to do this?"

I think it over for a moment, and then I nod. I really want to do this. I owe Sawyer my life, so I can certainly put aside my fears and pay him a visit. Dad and I stand and walk to the elevators, his hand still on my back.

When we arrive at Sawyer's room, Brooke stands from the chair she's been occupying from the side of his bed and walks over to us. She envelopes me in a hug and I return it. I start to feel even more guilty. Why is she hugging me? I'm the reason her boyfriend got shot. I don't think I could ever be so gracious. She pulls out of the hug and looks at me.

"How are you doing?"

I nod. "I'm doing okay" I tell her. I don't know what else to say. I look behind her and see Sawyer in the bed. The tears start to come ferociously and I can't stop them. Seeing him like this just kills me. "Come here, Sweetheart" he says to me as he lifts his arms. I slowly walk toward his bed as I take in the sight of the wires and machines around him. This is just too much to take. "It's okay, come here" he says to me gently. I do what he says. I sit on the bed and allow him to hug me. I'm nervous about hugging him back because I don't want to hurt him. "It's okay, I'm okay, I promise" he says to me. And I can't help it. I start to cry into his shoulder. He comforts me by rubbing my back and shushing me. "Shhh, Sweetheart, it's okay." He continues to comfort me and then I feel Dad behind me. He sits on the bed behind me and puts his hands on the sides of my waist to pull me away from Sawyer. I reach my hand up to dry my tears. I hate crying. Brooke puts the box of tissues in front of me and I take a few to dry my tears and blow my nose.

"I know this looks bad" Sawyer says. His voice is a bit hoarse but I don't care. He's alive and he's talking to me. "It's not as bad as it looks, I promise."

"How can you say that?" I ask him. There are so many wires and machines going that could make your head spin.

"Because it's true" he says to me with a smile. How can he smile at me in a time like this? Unless he's just doing this to placate me. I'm starting to get really tired of people doing that. "The doctor was here a little bit ago. I came here in critical condition, yesterday I was upgraded to serious condition, and now I've been upgraded to stable condition. In a few hours they're going to be moving me out of ICU and into a regular hospital room."

"Really?" I ask him.

"Yes, really. How are you doing? Are you okay?" he asks me as he takes my hand.

What? "Me, you're asking about how I'm doing? Sawyer, you were shot!"

"I know, I was there, remember?"

"Don't joke around with me" I admonish him, and he just laughs at me. "What, what's so funny?"

"You remind me so much of your mother" he says. "In a good way, I promise." I hear Dad laugh as well. I start to get angry. They are making fun of me. "Hey, what's with the scowl? You should take it as a compliment. Your mother is truly one of a kind and one of the most exquisite and most fascinating women I know."

"Careful, that's my wife you are talking about" Dad says with a hint of jealousy. I look at Brooke and she raises and eyebrow at Sawyer.

"I did say 'one' of the most" he says to her. He takes her hand and plants a kiss on the back of it, earning himself a smile from his girl. Things start to calm down in the room as we have light conversation. We then start to talk about his recovery. I hate that he has to stay in the hospital for a week and then he'll need to have physical therapy. He won't be able to work for us for quite some time. I start to pout, but Sawyer tells me to keep my chin up. "Hey, I'll be back before you know it."

An hour into our visit, the doctor comes in and tells us that we need to leave. They are going to move Sawyer into a regular hospital room. We say goodbye to Sawyer and he insists on giving me another hug. I cannot believe he has no ill feelings toward me. It's my fault that he's in this situation. I start to feel a little better after our visit. I'm so glad that Sawyer is going to be okay. He's my bodyguard but I really do love him. I've known him all my life and I cannot picture my life without him in it. Dad puts his arm around me and we walk out of the room together. Brooke kisses her man goodbye and she joins us.

"Phoebe, before you go, I was hoping you could pay Danny a visit."

I instantly start to worry. I was supposed to volunteer on Thursday, but I myself was a patient instead. "Is he okay? Did something happen?"

Brooke smiles at me. "Yes, he's doing just fine. But he heard about what happened at the school and he's really worried about you. We told him that you'd be back for your regular volunteering hours, but I think a quick visit from you today would go a long way."

I nod and look away from her. Danny is an eight year old kid, and he's worried about me? How did he even hear about this? Dad walks with me to the other side of the ICU where Danny's room is. I stand in the doorway and see that his mother is with him. Danny is sitting on his bed and he's coloring. I step into the room to make my presence known and I'm met with his big blue eyes. "Phoebe" he says excitedly. His mother smiles and seems happy to see me too. I walk over to the bed and take him into a hug. He squeezes me tight. "Hey Champ" I say to him with tears in my eyes. That is my nickname for him, because he truly is a champion. I'm so glad to see him, and I'm just so moved by his concern for me. I pull out of the hug and sit on the bed with him.

"I made this for you" he says to me and shows me a drawing. "That's you and that's me." He drew two figures holding hands. The taller figure is a woman with long brown hair and pink lipstick. The smaller figure is a boy with a navy blue baseball cap. He's a Seattle Mariners fan.

"I love this. I'm going to hang this on my wall." This little boy's heart is as big as they come. It kills me that he is stuck here in this dreadful hospital room fighting this illness. I am reminded of why I've decided to volunteer, and possibly study medicine. I want to do anything I can to help patients like Danny. "Thank you" I say and smile brightly at him.

His blue eyes meet mine and I can see how proud of himself he is. His smile then fades as he asks me a question. "Were you scared?"

He is referring to the school shooting. I have to think about how I am going to talk to him about this. I'm not prepared to deal with what happened, but I need to put that aside for now, for Danny.

"Danny, Honey, now's not the time" his mother says.

"No, that's okay." I look back at Danny and muster all the courage I have to get through this. "Yes, Danny, I was scared. I've never been anywhere near a gun, and hearing gunshots around me was really scary."

"What did you do?"

"Well, my boyfriend Trevor, he was there with me, we ran and hid from the person that had the gun."

"The newspaper said that some people got hurt and some people died. I'm glad you didn't die. That would have made me really sad."

I put my arm around Danny and hug him. With everything that he facing right now, he was worrying about me. This kid is amazing.

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Christian's POV

While Phoebe is visiting with Danny, I decide to check in with my men to find out what is happening with the search for Miss Wilson. I am pleasantly surprised when I hear that they have located her and have contacted the authorities.

"Where was she?" I ask Markson. He has been leading my men in the search for the past several hours.

"Your theory was correct, sir. Miss Larson seems to be involved. Her grandparents had passed a few years ago and their boat hasn't been in use. We were able to locate the boat and found Miss Wilson hiding inside." I nod and listen as he continues. "She won't get away, Sir. We have the boat surrounded and authorities are just arriving now."

"Very good. Keep me posted."

I tuck my blackberry away and see Phoebe walk out of Danny's room. She sees me and walks toward me. "Did something happen?" she asks me. She immediately thinks the worst. I smile at her, hoping it calms her fears.

"It's good news, Peanut. My men have found Miss Wilson." I watch as my daughter's expression changes from fearful to relieved. "Authorities are closing in on her right now."

Phoebe gasps with relief and throws her arms around my waist. I return the hug, feeling fucking relieved myself. Rachel Wilson is being captured by authorities as we speak, and that is one step toward my daughter moving on from this horrific nightmare.

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