Baby Grey… Already?
A/N: Hello, my first FSOG fanfiction, I know it might be shitty but please rate and review, I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1 – The News
APOV
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! A BABY?! A BABY?! Christian is going to kill me! I'm twenty-fucking-two! Dr Greene told me a few minutes ago and I'm sitting in the bathroom just thinking about what to do. I'm apparently 4-5 weeks pregnant… What am I meant to do? "Mrs Grey? Are you okay in there?" Dr Greene gently knocks from the outside and I'm sniffing away in my own little world. "E-er, yes, hang on, one second!" I yell back, trying to clean up my face. I find Dr Greene standing in front of the bathroom door and I simply just break down in front of her. She guides me to her office and gently coaxes me; "Mrs Grey, honey, are you okay? Sit, please." I sit down in her office, opposite her with the desk in between us.
"What am I going to do?" I whisper, suppressing a sob. Dr Greene looks confused. "Christian doesn't want a baby yet. I know I missed the last couple of appointments, but after becoming a CEO things have just become too much and the appointments have either been cancelled or moved by my PA. God, I'm so scared!" I cry out, venting out to my OBGYN. She looks back at me sympathetically. I don't want your sympathy! I want to know what I am meant to do, Jesus! "Mrs Grey, I am really sorry, but I need to get to my next appointment. Take these tablets, and take a look at the leaflets about drinking, and a healthy diet and tell me if you get any symptoms that worry you. See you again in 4 weeks okay? Oh, and would you like a picture printed from your ultrasound?" She says gently. "Yes, thank you." I whisper back ever so quietly.
I step out of the building and see Sawyer with his SUV. He leaps out quickly and I pull my jacket closer to myself. "Where to, Mrs Grey?" he asks gently. "SIP." I snuggle into the back of my seat. I look out to the window, questions and thoughts running quickly through my head. I close my eyes. I'm meant to be happy and excited! But I'm not. What about my job? This is way too early. WAY too early. What about SIP? Christian and me? No. No. No. We'll be fine. He'll be fine. God I am so dead. Sawyer pulls up outside SIP, I leap out and head into the building hurriedly.
Hannah asks about Ray and how he is. I answer the same thing to everyone who's asked. "He's fine, thank you. He's much better." I give her a little dirty look, knowing that she moved my appointments to and fro on my schedule without telling me. "Hannah, next time you move my appointments please, please let me know. I can't cancel appointments with Dr Greene. Please." I say, gritting my teeth and sounding stressed. "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." She replies, flushed.
There's an email from Christian as soon as I log onto my email account and I start to panic already. Steele-I mean Grey, calm yourself, he doesn't even know yet! God, I can't even remember my name.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Missing You
Date: September 13 2011 13:58
To: Anastasia Grey
Mrs. Grey
I've been back in the office for only 3 hours, and I miss you already.
Hope Ray has settled into his new room okay. Mom is going to see him this afternoon and check up on him.
I'll collect you around 6 this evening, and we can go and see him before heading home.
Sound good?
Your Loving Husband
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
I type a quick response…
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Missing You
Date: September 13 2011 14:10
To: Christian Grey
Sure.
X
Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP
He fires back another email asking me if I was okay. No, baby, I'm not. I'm scared, for Blip, for me, and most importantly, of you, and for you. Instead I make an excuse saying I'm busy, and to see him at 6. I feel like total shit. I don't know what to say and when to say it. Tonight? After sex? Before sex? Ew, turn off Ana, come on. When he's asleep. What the hell am I going to do?
ooooOoooo
"Hi." Christian says warily as I get into the SUV. "Hi." I say back, mumbling. He frowns deeply at me. "Ana, what's wrong?" I shake my head as Taylor starts driving to the hospital. "Nothing." I should so tell him now. I could tell him, as Taylor is with us… Christian tries to probe again, "Is work alright?" I sigh, shakily. "Yes. Fine. Thanks." I say back sternly. "Ana, what is wrong?" His tone is far more forceful, and I give in and chicken out. "I've just missed you, that's all." You little liar. He grabs my hand, and his eyes widen. "Your hand is so cold. Did you eat today?" I blush, deeply, feeling the colours run through my cheeks. "Ana!" Christian scolds me, clearly annoyed. I haven't eaten because I'm scared to eat, because you're going to go bat-shit crazy at me when I tell you I'm fucking pregnant, Christian. He tells me, he might add 'Feed My Wife' onto the security's duties list if I don't eat. I tell him back that it's just been a weird day and I'm tired. LYING? AGAIN? Tell him! My subconscious growls at me. I am a coward.
"I might have to go to Taiwan." Christian blurts suddenly, awakening me from my reverie. "When?" I ask, sounding more worried than I should. "Later this week, maybe the next. I want you to come with me, Ana." I sigh heavily, and swallow. "Christian, I told you, I just want to work. Please, don't bring this up again." I coax him, breathing steadily, I'm sure I might break down anytime soon. "I just thought I'd ask." He mutters petulantly. "How long will you be gone for?"
"Not more than a couple of days. I really wish you would tell me what's bothering you." Oh God, what if he knows?! "Well, now that my beloved husband is going away…" He lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles gently. "I won't be away for long."
"Good." I smile weakly.
After leaving the hospital, we head back home. It's Mrs Jones' chicken chasseur, but I'm just not hungry. My stomach is knotted in a ball of anxiety. I pick at the plate in front of me and sigh gently. "Damn it! Ana, tell me what's wrong!" I gaze at him, feeling the tears pricking my eyes. "Please Ana, you're driving me crazy. I'm worrying about you." I swallow and get ready to tell him the news. It's now or never, Steele. I take a deep steadying breath and open my mouth ready to tell him.
Instead I chicken out and jump off the bar stool and run to the bathroom. I feel his footsteps behind me, his voice yelling "Ana! Ana? Come back!" I lock the bathroom door and weep loudly, howling, feeling my stomach twist and turn. "Ana! What's wrong? Dear God, open the door!" He shouts through the door. "No, I can't, I can't!" I yell back, words catching my throat as I sob loudly. Ana, you stupid girl, why didn't you tell him? My subconscious screams.
I close my eyes and am sat on the lid of the toilet. I hear the lock being fumbled with, and know immediately Christian told Taylor to take the lock apart, to be let in the bathroom to talk to me. "Jesus, Ana, what's wrong? What's brought this on? Is it work?" He bombards me with questions, and I feel the warm tears trickle down my face. He kneels in front of the toilet and I can't look him in the eyes so I look to the side. He gently cups my face and forces my head to look at him. "Please Ana, please tell me." I sigh deeply whilst he runs his thumbs under my eyes, wiping the tears away. "I can't Christian. I can't. I am so tired." I manage to get out, hearing my throat catch at every word.
"You can Ana, you can tell me anything! Please Ana, you're killing me." He begs, I can see the fear in his eyes, he pulls one hand through his hair, and tugs gently. "Christian, you'll be so mad when you hear this. I didn't mean for this to happen, it's all my fault, oh God, all my fault. All my fault!" What are you saying?! It's Hannah's fault! I sob, bringing both my hands to my face and putting my elbows on my knees, letting out heart wrenching sobs. "You're scared of me aren't you? Baby, just tell me, I know you're scared and worried, but please don't shut me out I need you to tell me, you're killing me!" He repeats again. I remove my hands from face and see the black smudges from my eyeliner are all over my hands. "Please Ana. Please." He pleads once again at me. "I need you to let me know what's brought this on, what's made you so upset!" he says, gently, trying to make me feel better, to tell him what's happening. I take a big swallow and a steady breath, cleansing my whole body. This is time. Now, Ana. It's now or never. He needs to know. It's his child. "I… I'm… I'm pregnant." I whisper. I feel more tears trickle down my face and see his face, gaping at me.