Fifty Shades Full Circle

Chapter 3

Christian's POV
"Andrea, I'm ready to go." I started packing up my Mac, the contract between GEH and GPC, and my blackberry. I signed the papers that needed my signature and closed my office. I saw Andrea waiting nervously for me.

"Andrea? Is there a problem?"

"Sir, I forgot to call Beighley about your plane, I just called her and she said that the plane can't be prepared that fast." She said, words rushing out of her mouth.

I am not pissed at all. I think it's a blessing that I'm not going to go to Georgia. I'm not ready yet. "It's fine, Andrea. Have Ros on the line." I said and she hurriedly dialed Ros.

"Ros." She said. "I can't make it to Georgia. Are you busy? Can you go? The expenses are all on me." I said. She sighed. "I can't, Grey." She said. "Bring Gwen with you. Just please. Go. This is an important deal." I said, pleading. It's you begging now huh. "Why won't you go? You're the one with the plane and the helicopter." She said, slightly fuming. "Andrea forgot to call Beighley." I said, my way of explanation. "That explains that." I heard her exhale. "You owe me one, Grey." She said. "Thank you, Ros." I said as I dropped the call.

"Sir, I already have their tickets and their hotel reserved." Andrea said. "I'm really sorry, Sir." She added. "It's fine." I said as I went out of the office and entered the elevator.
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I saw the R8 parked at the garage. I started the engine and zoomed away. I entered an address at the GPS and zoned out. I played my eclectic playlist and because there is no traffic, I immediately arrived at my home. My true home. I missed the view. The Sound.

I saw Sawyer running towards the gates. This place hadn't been receiving guests or people since that day. I rolled down my window. "Sir." Sawyer said. "It's fine, Sawyer. I can handle myself." I said as I exited my car and let Sawyer park the car.

I opened the lights inside the house and the memories rushed back in my head. It feels like being punched in the gut. This house clearly shows my life before Anastasia left. Anastasia. The house is still full of her. I walk upstairs to the rooms, my feet getting heavier with the devastating weight of loss sinking in.

I've always coped up when things happen, and I never cared whether these coping mechanisms are good or bad. I need something to ground me when my world is anything but stable.

I reach our room, and pushed the doors open, My breath rushed out of me. It's exactly how we left it. The bed sheets are rumpled. Pillows on the floor. Glass of champagne at the table. The sonogram.

Fucking shit. The sonogram. I walk slowly, as if the room is a scene of the crime, and I found myself on the floor. My child. My child that I will never meet. I'm now crying for everything that happened. My life, my child, my Ana.

Ana. She's gone. And she's never coming back. She left. Even if she promised she wouldn't. It was not her fault. It's your fault, Grey. It's your fault. It's your fucking fault...
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"Christian?" A familiar voice said. What happened? I looked around. The Sound. Crying, sobbing, calling for my fucking life. Drinking enough liquor to open my own bar. Crying, so much crying.

"What happened?" I asked as I sat up. Fuck. My head hurts. "You were found by Sawyer at the bar. Why didn't you tell me your flight to Georgia was canceled?" Mia said as she offered me Advil and orange juice.

"I'm sorry." I said as I drank the orange juice. "More?" She asked. I nodded. She poured orange juice at my glass.

"Good thing Sawyer was here." She said as she sat beside me at the bed. "Christian. Are you okay?" Mia asked, her dark eyes concerned and curious.