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Christian Grey

Christian's POV

Sitting in my office working through a pile of paperwork I look over at the photos on my desk and smile to myself when I see not only my wife's smiling face staring back at me but the ultrasound sitting beside it. We never expected to get pregnant, we've been married for five years and we both agreed that while we wanted children at some point we'd just enjoy the time to ourselves... until y/n started getting sick and I came home to find her staring at multiple positive home tests as well as a letter from the doctor about the blood works she'd had done. As soon as we found out I went into full dad mode which y/n finds absolutely adorable much to my dismay, I had made lists of what we needed to buy and looked up every morning sickness remedy I could find until we settled for ginger tea and crackers. When it came time to buy things for the baby I all but dragged y/n round the shops myself, not trusting any of my assistants with this job. My baby was going to have the best of everything and I'd be damned if I was letting some random person picking anything out for my baby, boy was y/n pissed when I had stressed the my to her and in all fairness I had deserved the slap I received for that comment. Breaking out of my thoughts when my office door flies open I glare at my assistant at the sudden intrusion but it quickly falls when I see how flustered she is. "Line 2, y/n. A very irritable y/n at that." She pants out and I'm quick to pick up the receiver just in time to hear y/n groan in pain.

"Tell that bitch that I heard her and then get your ass to the hospital Grey! Your child is entering this world today and just like his father he's choosing the most painful way possible." Y/n grits out and I chuckle slightly at that making her sigh on the other end of the phone. "I love you but seriously, tell Mrs Snarky to fuck herself. This is the third time I've tried to call you now and each time before she was too busy talking to someone else to put me through to you. I know that you're a busy man but if you're in a meeting I need you to get out and get to the hospital because fuck me this hurts and I really need you beside me right now."

"I'll have her fired straight away my love I promise and I'm on my way. Have you already called Richard or do you want me to stop at the house to get you? I don't want you driving while in labour." I ask with a hint of panic in my voice which she notices and shushes me softly making me relax slightly.

"I called Richard as soon as the contractions started and we're on our way to the hospital now Chris." She tells me and I nod despite the fact that she can't see me making her chuckle slightly on the other end. "All I need is for you to come to the hospital and be there for our baby boy as he comes into the world. No panicking, no freaking out. I think that you're mo-oh fucking Jesus and Mary on the wooden cross I hate you!" She starts to comfort me but gets cut off by a contraction and I soothe her quickly as I grab my mobile already dialling her number before I put the receiver down. Grabbing my blazer I quickly slip it on before leaving my office as I wait for y/n to answer my call.

"Clear out your desk Ellen, you're fired." I say without stopping and she startles slightly but I don't give her time to answer before I'm running down fourteen flights of stairs to the garage where I slip into my car and speed out of it. Calling y/n again when the first one goes to voicemail she answers quickly making me smile as I flex my hand on the steering wheel slightly. "How close to the hospital are you and how far apart are the contractions?" I ask her and she chuckles slightly before I hear a car beeping in front of me making me chuckle as well.

"Right in front of you and every three minutes apart I want to say, now slow down before you kill yourself Christian." She demands and I reluctantly slow down, relaxing slightly at the knowledge that she's right in front of me. "I love you Christian Trevelyan Grey but you are never getting me into this situation again. I love our son, I love him more than I can describe but if you ever get me pregnant again I will cut your balls off and shove them up your ass. Do you understand me?" She threatens and despite knowing that she's being serious I get an odd thrill at the thought.