A/N: This is my second FSOG fanfic. My first one didn't end up going in the direction I wanted so I ended up deleting the story. This time I have lots of plans and hope to make this one better. And before you ask, no this isn't a cheating story!

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,

Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won't bark

Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town."

I finish quietly singing Phoebe's favourite lullaby and look down at my two year old who is finally asleep in my arms. Every night it's the same, either Christian or I end up rocking her to sleep singing the same awful song, but it works.

I give my baby girl a kiss on her head as I lay her down in her bed and pull the covers over her. Creeping out of the room, I pull her door shut and take a sigh of relief. Checking my watch I notice it's only 9pm. A record. Well done Phoebe.

I walk down to Teddy's room and stick my head in making sure he's fast asleep and he is. Thank god. He's nothing like his sister. Teddy is quiet, shy and does as he's told and Phoebe, well she's none of those.

As I head downstairs I wonder idly what Christian is doing. He's in New York on a business trip and I miss him especially on an evening. As I don't like to bother him when he's away working, I resist the urge to text him knowing he'll contact me when he can. I make my way into the kitchen and pour myself a large glass of wine. Flopping down in the living room on the oversized, ridiculously comfy sofa, I flick on the tv and am lost in some reality crap.

Shortly after 11pm I decide to call it a night and head to bed. One last check of my phone shows that I've still not got any messages from Christian. I decide to text him. *Heading to bed. Wish you were here. I miss you. Ax*

As I crawl under the covers I turn the bedside night off and let sleep take over.

I'm woken from my dream of paradise by a figure climbing into bed.

"Mom?" Teddy stifles through a yawn.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I woked up." He announces as he climbs under the covers and pulls himself to me.

"I can see that."

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Yes but don't tell Daddy." I joke as I rub his mop of hair.

"I won't." He yawns again, before falling back to sleep.

Reaching over Ted, I grab my phone and notice a message from Christian.

*Miss you too, more than you'll ever know. Sleep tight. Cx*

A smile forms on my face as I put my cell back down on the nightstand and wrap my arms around Teddy and try to get back to my dream about the Bahamas.

At exactly 6:30 the alarm makes that all too familiar sound and without opening my eyes I hit it off. Stretching out, I immediately sit up noticing Teddy's not in bed. Getting up I immediately race to his room.

"Teddy?" As I reach his room I panic. His bed is empty. Teddy never gets up before half seven and would always wake me if he did.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs I let out a huge breath that I didn't realise I was holding. From my place in the entrance hall I can see my baby boy sat on a bar stool in the kitchen stuffing his face with pancakes, next to his daddy. A huge smile crosses my face as I stride towards my two favourite men.

"Mommy! Daddy's back!" Teddy mumbles through his mouth full of food.

I kiss his head and walk into my husbands open arms.

"So I see. You scared me, I didn't know where Teddy was."

"Sorry I didn't mean to. I just missed my little man."

"Did you miss me too?" I ask him, pulling back in his embrace, raising my eyebrows.

"I always miss you and you know it." He smirks.

"I didn't realise you'd be back today."

"I wanted to surprise you." He whispers in my ear, then nibbles on my lobe. I hit his shoulder.

"And you did just that."

"I love you Mrs Grey."

"I love you too. Now go make me a pancake." Christian laughs and makes his way over to start on my pancake as I take a seat in the stool next to Ted.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Teddy?"

"Why do I have to go to school?"

I hear Christian chuckle as I look down at my son.

"So that you can become clever like Daddy."

"But I'm already clever like Daddy."

"Well, yes you are. But you need to become more clever."

"But I don't like school." He tells me as he pouts.

"Why?"

"It's boring."

"Well learning can be boring, but it'll be worth it when you're all grown up."

"Can I go to work with Daddy?"

"I'm sure you can one day, when you don't have to go to school."

"Ok. Good."

"Dad. I'm going to work with you." Teddy tells Christian rather matter of fact as he puts my plate of pancakes down in front of me, along with some orange juice.

"Are you now? Well we'll have to see about that."

Just one cue, Phoebe starts to cry through the baby monitor.

"Who needs an alarm when you have that at 7 every morning." Christian mumbles as he rolls his eyes at his daughters attempt of waking up.

"She doesn't like mornings. I know how she feels."

"At least you don't cry about it." Christian laughs to himself.

"She always cries. It's annoying." Teddy nods in agreement with his father.

"I'll go then." I say as I get up to get Phoebe, leaving my pancakes unfinished. Knowing full well Christian is watching me, I roll my eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes, Mrs Grey?" He calls as I head out of the room.

"What if I did?" I shout back.