Fifty Shades of Phoebe Grey

Chapter Eighteen

I cannot help the nervous bounce of my leg as I sit in the waiting room of Dr. Green's office. I knew my mother wanted me to get on birth control, but I didn't think she would make the appointment this fast. Sighing and looking at my phone once again I see that I still have two agonizing minutes before the official time of my appointment. I did not tell parker where I was going today because that would have been way to awkward for me to discuss with him. I know he is my boyfriend, but to me it is still weird.

"phoebe." I hear breaking me out of my stupor.

Standing slowly, I stretch my slightly sore limbs and make my way over to the frail gray-haired lady in pink scrubs. She leads me down a sterile white hallway that seems to stretch on for miles and into a tiny room. In the middle of the room is a doctor's chair that has the stirrups for a pelvic exam in place. My eyes go wide at the sight of it and the nurse hastily removes them. Seeing my panicked facial expression, she gently reassures me that I don't have to have an exam until I am twenty-o one years old. Relief washes over me as I sit on the crinkly paper covering the chair. The nurse pulls out a blood pressure cuff and motions for me to roll my sleeve up. Once the cuff is securely in place, she sticks the earpieces of the stethoscope into her ear and presses the circle part to my arm. As soon as that is finished, she jumps right into taking my temperature and checking my pulse. After that is all finished, she exits the room leaving me to look at the various diagrams of a women's anatomy. One in particular catches my attention but before I can stand up to get a closer look there is a knock on the door.

"Come in." I call out.

"Hello, phoebe, It is so nice to finally meet you." Dr. Green smile down at me.

"You to." I smile back.

"Alright so your mom tells me that you are looking to get on birth control." She says sitting down in her chair and positioning herself to be facing me.

"That is correct." I reply.

"Before we discuss any further, I am going to need you to collect a urine sample so we can run a STD check and a pregnancy test." She states getting down to business.

"What! Why? I question now terrified.

"Sweetie, the tests are just part of the check up to make sure everything is all good. Don't worry its routine."

Still nervous, I grab the cup from her hand and follow her down the hall to a tiny bathroom. Once finished I follow her directions and leave the sample in the collection basket on the waist high wooden stool to the right of the door. Back in the room I play with the dead skin around my fingers anxiously awaiting the results. It takes about twenty minutes before there is another knock on the door and Dr. Green enters once again.

"Your pregnancy test came back negative, so let's discuss the options that are available for birth control." She grabs a handful of multi-colored pamphlets off the wall.

"What about the STD tests you ran?" I ask hesitant to know the answer.

"Those take a while to come back. I will have those results at your next appointment." She answers handing me the pamphlets.

"oh, ok." I respond not knowing what else to say.

After discussing the multitude of options, I finally decide to get the arm implant. It is effective for three years and I don't have to do anything to make sure I don't mess it up. Dr. Green informs me that for the implant to be inserted I need to be on my period, so instead of scheduling my next appointment today I am to call as soon as I start.

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Knocking on the door I am greeted by one of Parkers lovely housekeepers. The petite red headed lady who appears to be in her late forties, early fifties opens the door for me. Walking into the massive marble floored living room I head straight for the plush black couch that is stationed directly in front of the perfectly sculpted fireplace. Parker won't be home from work for another two hours, but I don't care. He told me that I am welcome here whenever. I do not have a key and that's okay because his housekeepers will always let me in.
Looking around the room I spot the tv remote on the small black table to the left of the fireplace. Grabbing it I turn it on and make myself comfortable on the couch once again.  Putting it on some random channel it doesn't take long before I doze off.

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Parker's POV
Walking into the pristine front lobby of Mr. Greys building, I sigh wondering what this meeting he called for could be about. The elevator ride is short, and I find myself stepping into an immaculate white office with numerous young blondes dressed in their professional best. It doesn't take long for one to notice me and make her way over.

"Mr. Hanes, Right this way. Mr. Grey is waiting on you." She says urging me to follow her.

Looking at my watch I realize I am a few minutes late. Cursing to myself I prepare myself to do whatever it takes to make sure Phoebe's father does not rip my head off. Inside the conference room is a long mahogany table that can probably seat up to thirty people. At the head of the table sits the one and only Christain Grey. Beside him I am surprised to see his son Theodore. I try to hide my displeasure at the fact that he is here. To be honest Theodore and I have never gotten along. I met him earlier in the night of the same night I met phoebe two years ago.

"Parker have a seat." Mr. grey commands.

"May I ask why you called this urgent meeting?" I inquire.

"It has come to my attention that you are trying to introduce my daughter to some things that she has no business knowing about." He states folding his hands on the top of the table.

"Excuse me? Where the hell do you get that from?" I retort.

"I saw you take her back to your place the night of the fundraiser. I heard what was said." Theodore spits.

"That was you?!" I just about scream as I slam my fist onto the table.

"Boys!" Mr. Grey shouts gaining both of our attention.

Scoffing Theodore gets up and stomps out of the room like a three-year-old throwing fit.

"Now parker. Phoebe is my only daughter and I do not take to kindly to the thought of some hot shot boy coming along and introducing her to a lifestyle she knows nothing about. She is only eighteen she is still a child."

"With all due respect sir, she is not a child anymore. She lives on her own and has a job. She can make decisions for herself. I would never hurt her or force her to do anything she didn't want to do. You cannot go meddling in her life constantly. She has to learn things on her own." I reply.

"Tell me what your intentions with my daughter are." he states.

"Honestly I love your daughter. I haven't told her that yet, but I do. Yes, I may be a Dom, but I have not and will not force that on her if it is not something she wants." I reply.

"As my sons suspects, you have indeed introduced her to that lifestyle?" he asks raising his eyebrow and giving me a threatening glare.

"yes. We have talked about it." I say not wanting to tell him the full extent of her trying to be a submissive.

He doesn't respond after that he just runs his hands down his face before telling me to leave. I honestly have no idea if that conversation went well or not. Making my way back down to my car I am halted in my tracks by Theodore leaning against the door.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister." He seethes as he gets up in my face.

"Whether you like it or not I am not going anywhere. I would never do anything to hurt her and you poking your head in places where it doesn't belong is just going to end up ruining your relationship with her. I suggest you back off." I hiss through gritted teeth as I pull open my door and climb in.

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Walking through my front door I immediately notice the honey blonde curls hanging over the edge of my couch. Strolling over I find phoebe fast asleep under the Aztec patterned blanket that normal hangs over the back of the black couch. Pulling the blanket up closer to her chin I kiss her forehead before making my way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Normally one of my housekeepers would do this, but tonight I feel like cooking.

Going to the fridge I pull out all the ingredients to make some spaghetti. Following my late mother's recipe, I prep all the ingredients before depositing them into the large pot on the stove. Within a few minutes the whole kitchen begins to smell of delicious Italian food.

I am so focused on the task at hand that I don't hear the sound of feet hitting the tile as someone makes their way into the room. I jump slightly as someone's arms wrap around my toned torso. Once I realize its only phoebe, I relax and put my own hand over hers. Turning around I grab her face and slowly bring my lips down to meet hers. She quickly responds by deepening the kiss. We stay like this for a few moments before she pulls away and looks into my eyes with a look that holds nothing but love. She hasn't said it, but she doesn't have to the way she looks at me says it all.

"What's cooking good looking." She giggles breaking the silence.

"Spaghetti." I respond chuckling at her dorkiness.

"yummy, when will it be ready." She hums.

"In about an hour. The sauce needs time to simmer. It is my mother's recipe."

"I bet she is an amazing cook just like her son." She smiles up at me.

"Was, She passed away a few years ago." I say and watch her smile disappear from her face only to be replaced by a frown."


"Oh, I'm so sorry Parker. I-" I cut her off

"There is no need to apologize princess. She was very sick, she fought very hard, but it was her time and now she is no longer in pain. So, don't worry your pretty little head over this." I tell her while wrapping my arms around her and kissing her forehead.

As we sit at the table eating our spaghetti, we babble on about anything and everything. Part of me feels like I may have actually found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. While another part says that it is  still too soon to tell. Either way I am going to do whatever I can to make sure she knows how I feel about her and that she will always be safe with me.


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Phoebe's POV

Staring at him sitting across from me at the table I cannot help the butterflies that make themselves present. This moment right here makes everything feel like it is exactly how it is supposed to be. I have no fears or cares in this moment and nothing can ruin it.

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Except that.

Sighing I get up from the table and make my way over to my phone. Looking at the lock screen, I groan seeing that it is my father.

"yes dad?" I answer.

"Where are you?" he snaps

"At Parker's eating dinner." I reply not liking his tone of voice.

"Leave there right this instant. I do not want you seeing that boy any more. Do you understand me!" he yells into the receiver.


"What! No dad you do not get to tell who I can and cannot date. This is not fair. I am not leaving him." I shout back not caring about who many hear me.

"you will do as I say and that is final. You will not date until you are married. Got it!" he seethes.

Groaning I end the call successfully hanging up on my father and make my way back to the kitchen knowing just how serious he is about this and that he will not budge. As I walk into the kitchen parker looks up immediately concern crosses his face. He must have heard me shouting.

"Princess what's wrong?"

"let's get married." I declare without hesitation or doubt in my voice.

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So there's only gonna be a few more chapters. There will also be an epilogue. I don't know how many more to be exact but it will be over 20 and below 30. Anyways this chapter was a little rough. I started writing it then stopped cause something came up and when I went back to finish it I couldn't remember how I wanted the chapter to go. But hey I still managed to get it up in a decent amount of time for y'all.
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