Leaving Yesterday Behind

Chapter 10

Anastasia's POV:

I see Christian holding my pregnancy test of which I thought I had hidden deep inside my closet. I immediately rush over to him and put a soothing hand on his shoulder. He jumps at the touch and looks at me with red eyes. I wrap my arms around him as he does to me. He continues to sob and I gently pat his back. 

"Are you okay? Why are you like this?" He doesn't lift his head and mumbles something. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry." I pick his chin up and caress his temples.

"Why? You have been the most supportive husband ever. You stood by me after the whole Hyde incident." I look at him with a confused look. Why does he think that? 

"I was such an ass. That moment where you told me you were pregnant, I got so mad and blamed it on you. I should have handled it better." He looks so embarrassed and guilty. "I should have been there when you found out you were pregnant, I should have been a better husband and protected you from Hyde." He shakes his head. "There are so many things that I wish I could have experienced with you. And I wasn't there." 

"I don't blame you for not being there. We both fucked up. We both should have handled it better." I held his hands and kissed his knuckles. "We just need to work on communicating better." I feel so bad for making him feel this way. He had done so much for me and this is how I return the favor. I put my head on his shoulder as he does on me. We both silently cry for a while before being interrupted by Mrs. Jones.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, someone is here to see you."

I untangle from Christian's grasp and we walk hand in hand to the elevator. I suck my breath back in as I spot him. I stumble and try to pull Christian back to our room. He cannot know what I was doing last night. He will get so mad. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Christian looks at me with a confused face. I pull him to the bathroom. 

"What are you doing? We have a guest over there!" 

"He--he could be a serial killer!" I try to come up with an excuse and it's the serial killer one that pops in my head. 

"A serial killer? The fuck are you talking about?!" He waves his arms in the air. "Why the fuck would Sawyer, Taylor, and Mrs. Jones let a serial killer in our home?" He puts air quotes around the words serial killer.

"Well-- you... you never know!" I stammer. "He could have put a mask." I awkwardly laugh.

"I don't have a fucking clue what the hell you are talking about." He storms off to the entrance of the penthouse. I hear a loud gasps and laughs. I wait a while before walking down the corridor and poking my head out to peek. I silently laugh as I see my husband's shocked face and his twin's happy one. At least he isn't as drunk as last night. I observe as the two of them stare at each other for a while. But then Christian had to ask that question:

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Ana." Christian's face goes from shock to anger. I watch as his fists curl and his nails dig into his palms.

"Why?!" He says through gritted teeth. 

"Maybe because she helped my yesterday...?" Dylan, Christian's twin answers while frowning his eyebrows. Christian looks down to the floor then at me. Shit. He excuses himself and storms over to me. Withing seconds, he is dragging me to a room.

"Christian, I can explain." I say, trying to reason with him.

"Of course you can! You have an excuse for everything!" He yells at me. "You never tell me anything! How do you expect me to react when I fucking find out you were with a man last night?"

"That isn't fair."

"Life isn't fair, Ana. Get used to it." He harshly says. "And the fact that you also went out alone, in the middle of the night, without a phone or Sawyer is unbelievable! Honestly, you should know better!"

"Know better?! I have done everything to be the best wife that you could ever dream of!" I respond. "You... you, on the other hand, have done nothing to support this relationship. You need to get your shit together."

"I have done nothing? Need to get my shit together?!" Fuck, now he's really mad. "I work 24/7 Ana! I am doing everything to provide for you, me, and this baby!" He leaves without making another remark. As soon as I hear shouts, I run as fast as I can to the living room. There, I see Christian dragging Dylan by the collar of  his shirt.

"Christian! What the hell are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? Getting this son of a bitch out of our home." Dylan tries to fight back, but he is no match for the man yanking him out. "Ever since he has tried to be involved in our lives, we have been fighting non-stop! It's bad for me, for you, for the baby, and more importantly, this relationship!"

"Christian, honey, you are so correct, but I'm going to talk to him first."

"Ana, if you dare--"

"And we are not discussing my right to who I can and cannot talk to." I grab Dylan and bring him to the elevator. With my back turned to my spouse, I smirk, happy that I left him speechless.

"At least take Sawyer with you." I look back at him and put a hand on my hip. "Please. That's my only request."

"Fine." I nod for Sawyer to follow.

"But he will stay at least ten feet away from me."

"Fine." He says imitating me. I step in the elevator with both men behind me. I smile at Christian and he returns it as the doors close.

Sawyer drives us to a small café around the corner. He drops us off before going to park the car a few meters away. Not waiting for either men, I walk over to an available table on the terrace and sit down.

Dylan sits in the chair in front of me and Sawyer a few tables away. 

"Okay."

"Okay what?" He asks with a charming smile.

"Spill. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Nothing important."

"Please. I worked as an assistant. I know when it's important."

"Fine. It concerns Christian." I lean in, curious about what he has to say. "You may not be happy to hear, but he and I have been meeting up."

"And I'm supposed to be mad at that... because...?"

"No, I wasn't sure if you would get mad. I know he hates it when you don't tell him things."

"I wouldn't say that." I'm not going to talk about our problems to a man whom I met yesterday, and may I precise drunk.

"This may come as a shock to you. But it's something I really have to get off my chest."

"Okay, shoot." 

"I-- I know something about Christian that you have no fucking clue about."

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