50 Shades of Family

My Son

??? POV

Ever since theyadopted him, I have kept tabs on the Grey's. Most biological momswouldn't be sitting behind a computer looking at the picturespaparazzi get of a family strolling or stalking her son's new family,and it didn't start that way. Kenneth doesn't know me, and I alwayswanted it to stay that way. 

Not anymore.

When I got the phonecall that my sister had practically killed herself, not once did itcross my mind what would happen to my son. I knew he would go intothe system and at the time I knew that was what was best for him. Iwas young and couldn't deal with a child, and I know the fatherwouldn't be up for it. I left Kenneth with my sister, told thefather, and he begged me to keep the child, but it was too late. Ididn't want him back, but seeing him with...them.... I need myson.

The Grey's have ruined my family, for sure pissed me off, andI want them to pay. I never officially filed papers giving up myrights as a mom, I can take him back. I will get him back.

Iscroll through the pictures of Anastasia with her baby and mine outand about the other day. I actually happen to run past them that day.I scroll down further and see Christian shuffling Kenneth into ablack car being driven by Taylor. The more I look at Kenneth, themore my heart smiles and the bigger my plan gets. Maybe we canconfront the family tonight.

Some of the last pictures I see isof a charity event Dr. Grace Trevelyan-Grey and Carrick hosted attheir house.

It's a picture of Christian and Anastasia with thekids. Ana and her daughter Phoebe are standing in the middle inbeautiful floor length, and mid thigh length, formal dresses withJuliet dressed up on the teenage girl's hip. Christian is standingbeside his two daughters, Teddy on the other side next to his mother,and Kenneth, dressed in a tux like the other men in the family, isstanding next to his new father. Christian has a big, warm,possessive hand on my sons shoulder. Such a happy picture.

Itmakes me sick.

I glance over at the related images and see morepictures from the big event. I click on them.
First one is of Anaand Christian, nothing special there. Next to that one is one of allthe men in the family; well I say men, but they really aren't.Christian, Carrick, Teddy, Kenneth and Phoebe's boy toy, Alexander.

Yes, I did my homework.

Kenneth seems to be the only onewith a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He doesn't fit into thatlife style. He doesn't belong with them. He needs to be here, home,with me.

The next picture is of all the women in the family, plusthe helps daughter. Ana, Grace, Phoebe, Juliet and Savanna, orSamantha, or Sophia. Whatever.

I know her name, but I just don'tlike the idea of her.

I've had my fill of Grey people, or peoplesome how related to them. I pick up the phone and dial one of my veryfew memorized numbers.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hey, it'sme." I say and I can hear his breath catch.

"Long time, nosee, baby. What's up?" His gruff voice says. I smile. It's been awhile since I've heard that sound and I miss it.

"I found ourson." He gasps. "You'll never believe who adopted him."

((Who's POV was this?"))