I was awaken by a sudden turmoil in my tummy. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, trying not to puke on myself - though it did happen. After puking my soul out I got up and brush the after taste out my mouth. Without thinking I got dressed and went to Dr. Greene.
"Good Morning Mrs. Grey." She says sitting politely around her desk. "How may I help you today? I don't think today is your appointment."
"Uh-h no .. It's just that ...." I think I might be on for a death wish. "I think I'm pregnant" I finally say.
"Did you take a test?" She asks.
"No. But the symptoms are there." I mutter back.
I can't be pregnant not with what happened the last time when I was pregnant with Teddy. Christian and I talked about children but he still never sounded like he wanted another. Sighing I followed her to the operation room.
"Take off your skirt and underwear." She instructs.
I do just that laying back on the bed. She rubs the gel on my belly putting the camera inside me.
"Indeed you are pregnant. Congratulations!" She says rather happy.
"How far along am I?" I question really interested from when was I pregnant.
"A month." She mutters cleaning the gel off and helping me down. A month? I've been pregnant for a month. Mustering up all the confidence I can I mumble a 'thank you' and leave her office, getting ready to face Christian. On the way home I stopped to buy sweets for Sophie and Teddy since that's what they live for although Christian hates it.
I drove home thinking on how to pop the news to Christian.
"Heyy Christian guess what?? I'm pregnant hurayy !!" Seriously Ana? Groaning I park the car in the garage, dreading reaching inside. The outside is awfully quiet maybe everybody is still asleep. I check my watch. 8:39. Christian is up alright he never sleeps in. Using my key I pull the door walking inside to a frantic Christian.
"Where the fu- hell were you?" He asks anger evident in his grey eyes. I wince at the amount of pressure he put into that once sentence.
" Don't shout at me." I reply back getting angry myself.
"What do you mean don't shout at you?" He asks "You left without even a hey Christian I'm going and I'm not supposed to be angry." He starts pacing. Let me tell you that's not good. How am I supposed to tell him now? He'll be even angrier.
"Where were you?" His voice booms over the two storey house. Tell him.
" I went to Dr. Greene." I mumble walking by him to the kitchen. I know that it's rude but I can't bare to see his face and o tell him this.
"I know you don't have an appointment until next week so wh-" he starts.
"Because I'm pregnant." I cut him off.
He stops abruptly looking at me with wide eyes. I'm frightened he didn't just grab his jacket and go like the last time.
"Aren't you going to take your things and go now?" I ask shyly sipping on a glass of water.
"I'm not ecstatic for a child at the moment but how many times am I gonna tell you I won't run put on you like that again." He says tilting my chin up to meet his grey eyes.
"Well then we're having another child." I say trying to sound happy but he notices too quickly.
"Aren't you happy?"
I guess what else can I do .. Abort it. Hell no. I simply walk away towards our bedroom not ready to answer his question. After taking a long bath I brush my hair into a french braid staring at myself in the vanity mirror.. I'm pregnant. Holy fuck I'm pregnant... Again. Sighing I clean the hair from my brush and walk outside to the living room.
"Christian" I call.
" In the study." Mrs. Jones replies from the kitchen. What?
"You're back?" I ask confused ..
"Yes. Mr. Grey insisted we came back because of your current condition." She says with a smile.
"I could've handle myself. I'm not dying you know."
Anger swims through my blood as I storm to his office. Without knocking I step inside seeing having a heated conversation on the phone.
" I don't really care ...my families lives are at stake here...send the footage... Yeah thanks." He hangs up placing his head in his hands. All my anger subsides as I see him in this state.
"What's wrong?" I ask sitting in his lap. His body gradually relaxes as I sit in his lap.
"It's nothing Ana. Have you eaten yet? " he asks trying to change the topic. I won't fall fool for his tricks again.
"Don't do that Christian." I reply shortly.
"Do what?"
"Shut me out." I argue sitting up. He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not" he says sighing.
"Who was that on the phone? Welch?" My families life is at stake here. The line repeats itself and that's the only thing I can think of at the moment. Something is wrong and he doesn't want to tell me because I'll become worried
"Yes that was Welch." He answers shortly not wanting to he into details but I want details.
"I heard what you were talking about so you could just explain to me why exactly what's going on."
"I don't want you-"
"To get worried" I finish for him. Christian always does that tries to hide thing from me because he states that it will only make me worried but in reality he's just trying to keep control of everything.
"Its not that," pulling his hand over his face in a frustrated manner his grey eyes locks with mine. "Don't make this into something that it is not."
Twisting in his lap I turn around to face him fully. His eyes are dark but not from lust, anger. I guess I'm going to be an addition to that anger Mr. Grey, with a sigh I calculate my words together and begin my speech. "Look Christian, I know you don't want me to get worried and that's understandable; especially in my condition but I need to know. If I know what I'm up against I can protect myself better than walking around guessing who's going to come for me or Teddy. This is serious and I need you to consider everything before you actually make a stand, think about what I just said."
He stares at me his eyes wide and apologetic. "I'll think about it." Was all he said before lifting me off his lap and walking with me back to the kitchen.
