And So I Ran - Complete

Chapter 40

"What the fuck do you mean she was pushed to the ground?" I was bellowing into my phone. All week the press had been relentlessly pursuing Ana. We'd hoped confirming my relationship with Ana at SIP on Monday would be enough, and they'd move on, but if anything, all it had done was spur the press, and the public, on.

Numerous websites had sprung up overnight about Anastasia Steele, as most of Seattle now knew her to be, and a local radio station had coined the term 'Grey-Steele' and was encouraging people to ring in their sightings of the one or both of us! So far, we'd kept things low key, both going to work and choosing to stay in of an evening, but the press was being relentless! Someone had managed to work out Mrs. Jones was my housekeeper and pestered her while she was attempting to do her weekly shop, scrutinizing the contents of her cart trying to establish whether Ana and I were living together. Taylor had hit the roof when he heard about that, and from now on Gail would be doing her shop accompanied by at least two security staff.

But now, apparently, Ana had been jostled and pushed to the ground by a swarm of paparazzi as she was trying to leave SIP this afternoon. I was at home waiting for her when Sawyer rang through with the news. This was getting out of hand, and I don't care who I had to pay, it was going to be fixed. I'd calmed down, marginally, by the time Ana arrived home. Knowing it wasn't healthy for her to stress out, and that she was already distressed enough by all the intrusive attention she'd been receiving, I plastered a smile on my face and met her at the lift.

"Hey baby," I said, pulling her into my embrace and kissing her softly. "Sawyer told me you got pushed over. Are you ok?"

I pulled back to see fat tears gathering in those beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm ok. I fell to my knees. They hurt at first, but it's ok now."

I look at the rips in her stockings and could feel my anger returning in full force. No one, and I mean no one, got away with hurting my girl. But my retribution would have to wait because this afternoon we had to prepare for an appointment.

"Why don't we take a shower? Dr. Greene should be here, soon."

That brought a smile to my girl's face. I followed her through to the bathroom, setting the shower and watching as she undressed, throwing her ruined stockings into the bathroom bin. I also disrobed and climbed into the shower behind Ana.

"We can't," Ana warned, referring to Dr. Greene's imminent arrival. I groaned, remembering Dr. Greene mentioning the dating scan Ana would have today would be a transvaginal scan.

"Sorry mate," I mumbled under my breath, willing my cock to deflate – no easy feat when a woman as beautiful as Ana was naked, hot, wet and soapy only inches away from me, using a loofah to sponge her slick, pert breasts.

Not helping, Grey I told myself, forcing myself to think about Grandma Trevelyn in her inappropriate swimsuit at Mom's last Labor Day weekend party. Just because my parents' had a heated pool, and the swimsuit still fit, was no good reason for her to wear it! Yep. That did the trick. I made a mental note to ask Caroline Acton to send my grandmother a few outfits suitable for this year's party. Including a new swimsuit!

My libido under control, for the moment at least, I grabbed another loofah, soaping Ana's legs and using the opportunity to inspect her knees. The skin was grazed, and one knee was a little red, but other than that she appeared to be uninjured. However, it was what could have happened that terrified me. Ana was carrying our child. Another incident like this could put her and our baby at risk – especially once she was further along. I suppressed a sigh. We'd be needing even more security.

Stepping out of the shower, we walked naked through to our closet. Mrs. Jones had always hung my clothing on one side of the plentiful space; as though she'd known someday there'd be a woman's clothing occupying the other side. It's like me, and my wardrobe had been waiting for Anastasia Steele to fall into my life and complete it. And now she had, our filled closet was one more indication of my life as it should be. Ana made me feel that way.