𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ▸ Ana asked Christian how bad it could be, and so he showed her. Leaving Christian, Ana finds herself alone and running from the man who bruised her backside yet owns her heart. But Seattle is a big place, and Christian isn't...
Christian's almost instant support when I told him about the baby stunned me. I had expected anger, possibly even him asking me to get rid of it. But wanting it, and not trying to pressure me into anything when I was uncertain, had been the last things I'd anticipated. And I couldn't help but love him for it!
I was glad he'd given me the chance to voice my fears about being pregnant at twenty-two, and his responses had been comforting. Having a baby, his baby, didn't have to mean the end of my dreams and ambitions. While I certainly wasn't with Christian for his money, he'd made a good point when he reassured me that because of his wealth, many of the more challenging aspects of being a younger parent wouldn't be an issue. I could take time off work and not have to worry about breaking back into publishing when I wanted to return. And he had his own plane, for goodness sakes - the three of us could go wherever we wanted. The three of us. Thinking about a little boy with Christian's smile, or a girl with his eyes was making me melt. I must have fallen asleep in the back of the car while I was thinking, because the next thing I knew, I woke up in an empty bed, faint sounds of the piano echoing through from the main room.
I knew Christian played. He'd played the first night I'd stayed here. The night he'd taken my virginity. Then it had been sad and melancholy. This time was different. The song sounded sweet and soothing. I put on one of his TShirts and was padding down the hallway to the great room when I realized what I was hearing. It was a lullaby.
There, illuminated by a single floor lamp beside the piano, sat Christian Grey, crying but with the sweetest smile on his face, playing a song to soothe a baby. I sat beside him, and I knew then we were going to be parents. Together.
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"Oh, God!" I lurched from my side of the bed toward the bathroom, making it in time to heave over the edge of the bowl. Nothing came up, so I was soon sitting on the side of the bed feeling like hell. There was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Ana?"
"Come in Gail," I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy.
"Mr. Grey asked me to bring you a light breakfast and to let you know Dr. Greene will be here in an hour."
Of course; because I needed to have a house-call from Seattle's top obs/gyn on a Sunday morning. "Did he say anything...?" I checked.
"No. But he did give me a list of foods that are not to be served for the foreseeable future. Soft cheeses, pate, raw fish and the like." Gail was smirking. "He seems very pleased?"
"He's over the moon," I said with a giggle. "I didn't tell him you knew before him."
"Don't worry, Ana. I'll look suitably surprised when he tells us," she promised.
With a cup of tea and some toast on board, I felt considerably better. After a quick shower and dressing in a skirt and top, I made my way out to the kitchen carrying my tray.
