One Bad Night | Ana & Taylor & Christian

One Bad Night

Ana Pov;

     Not long after Christian's temper tantrum, Mrs. Jones makes an appearance in the kitchen. My head springs up out my hands at the sound of her footsteps, part of me hoping it was Christian coming back to apologize, but it's just Mrs. Jones. I internally scold myself for being so stupid. Those footsteps were far to light to be Christian. I should've known better. "Sorry for interrupting.....I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She apologizes, awkwardly holding a tissue out towards me to wipe my face off with. I accept the tissue from her and dry my tears, whispering a mumble that I hope passes for, "Thanks." I have to remember my manners. It's not her fault Christian is an asshole. He's just overwhelmed. I remind myself. He'll come to his senses. He'll learn to love this new part of our life together. He'll love our little blip just as much as I do. Or will he? "Ana dear, I heard what happened with Christian. If you want to talk about it I'm here." Mrs. Jones interrupts my thoughts, offering me a small sad smile. "Thanks, Mrs. Jones. Right now I think I just need to be alone." I sniffle and she hands me another tissue from inside her pocket. I wonder does she carry tissues around all the time or did she get them when she noticed the turn in Christian and I's conversation? "Okay. Just let me know if you need anything." She goes to clean up Christians leftover dishes from our unfinished meal together and I push my plate over to her. "You can take mine too. I'm not hungry anymore." She looks like she's about to argue, but before she can get a word in I shuffle off in the direction of the bedroom. I try to ignore the growing pit of nervousness in my stomach as I change into one of my 1930s style nightdresses. The silverish-grey one that only falls a few inches above my knees to be exact. What to do now? My subconscious is tapping her perfectly pointed fingernails on the counter, waiting rather impatiently for our next move. I check my phone for any calls from Christian, but there's nothing, just as I suspected. I take a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, waiting for Christian to magically appear to talk this through with me. I exhale and toss my phone onto the bed, accepting the fact that he's not calling anytime soon. I decide to move into the living room to wait for him. I flop down on the huge couch and stare in the direction of the doors. He wants to play games? That's fine, I'll wait out here all night for him. I wait and wait for what seems like forever, but there's no sign of Christian. How did things go so wrong? The past few days with him have been perfect. I was more happy than I've ever been and now.......Shit. What if he doesn't come back? What if he wants a divorce? No, he won't do that. He can't. Not after everything that's happened he can't possibly be leaving me alone in this. But he is..... I look around and see that I'm am totally and completely alone in the big room, staring at the closed doors, waiting for someone who probably isn't even coming back, and that's what finally sends me over the edge. I start full on sobbing into my hands, big loud chocked sobs, until finally there's no more tears and I'm left curled up into a pathetic little ball in the middle of the couch.

     Hours later, I hear a new set of footsteps coming towards me. This time they're much heavier, obviously not Mrs. Jones. I force myself to stop crying and sit up at once, only to feel my heart drop again when I realize the man standing in front of me is not Christian. It's Taylor. "Mrs. Grey, do you mind?" He asks, gesturing to the spot next to me on the couch. I shake my head and scoot over to give him plenty of room to sit down. "Mrs. Jones came to see me earlier. She explained to me your situation. She was worried about you, but she didn't want to bother you by coming to check on you." He pauses, watching my reaction, but I just stare blank-faced at him, unable to form a response at this point. I have no energy left. "Anyway... I decided to check the security camera to see if Mr. Grey had returned yet and I saw that you were in here, so I thought I should come check on you. I don't mean to intrude. I know it's not my place, but I was...worried about you." He looks up at me briefly and clears his throat. "That's very nice of you, Taylor. I'll be okay. I just wanted to wait out here for Christian. I'm sure he'll be back soon. He's just upset." I explain, brushing him off. "Mrs. Grey are you aware of what time it is?" Taylor asks. I look around for my phone to check, but then I realize I left it in the bedroom. "No....." I pause, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What time was it when I came in here? It must not be much later than that. "It's just a few minutes past one in the morning." He informs me. One? Christian's been gone longer than I thought. "Oh." I mumble, finally taking the time to notice Taylor's no longer wearing his day suit and has changed into sweats and a T-shirt. I don't think I can recall ever seeing Taylor look so.....unprofessional? This night has been just full of surprises. "Mrs. Jones also mentioned you didn't eat your dinner. Is there anything I can get you? I'm not much of a cook but I'm sure I can find something." He offers. "No, that's okay, Taylor. I'm not hungry." I don't want to inconvenience him. It's already bad enough that I've got both him and Mrs. Jones worried about me. "You really should eat, Mrs. Grey." He looks at me, his expression filled with concern. "It's not just you anymore." He reminds me, and my eyes immediately look down to my hand that's been pressed to my waist almost nonstop since I discovered I was pregnant. Oh right....Blip. "Okay, I guess I could eat something." I bite my lip and he smiles reassuringly at me. "Good. I'll go find you something and be right back." He disappears into the kitchen, leaving me to wait in my spot on the couch. I notice a box of tissues sitting on the couch near where Taylor was sitting and I pick them up, using them to wipe my eyes and blow my nose a few times. He must've brought them with them. Poor Taylor. This goes way beyond his job requirements, yet here he is, taking care of me when he should be sleeping. I hear him clanking around in the kitchen, obviously and unfamiliar with the location of things in there and I start to giggle.