A/N: I wanted to post something to celebrate Christian's Birthday and I couldn't get this off my mind. I usually post when I'm almost done with the entire story so bare with me on the updates. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

E.L. James owns the characters of Fifty Shades, I just get to play and use my own plot for amusement!

Chapter One

{Christian}

Present Time

"Sir, I think we've found something." Barney and Welch barge into my office.

Papers are scattered everywhere across my desk at Escala and mugs of coffee are littered on every available surface. Gail always tries to sneak in here to clean up but I'm always pushing her out so that something doesn't get moved or lost in this organized mess I've created in my home office.

"What do you have for me? Did you find her? Did you find my family?" I shakily ask. I've been running on caffeine and rarely leave this room.

"We aren't a hundred percent sure but it's the best lead we've had all year. We've sent our P.I. down to check it out and confirm our suspensions." Welch answers.

"Where are they?"

"Montana, Sir. A little town called Great Falls." Barney says. "They are with the nephew who is retired from the military."

Montana? My parents and grandparents have a place around there. How could she be right under our nose and not know it?

Barney passes me the grainy black and white photos of a woman and child entering a Mom and Pop shop. She has a hat and sunglasses on to shield her face but when I look at her from head to toe my body gives off that tingling spark whenever she and I are in the same room. It's her. It's the woman who has turned my world upside down for the past two and a half years. As I examine each photo I take notice of the man beside her. The one who is continually touching her and my child as if they belonged to him.

"TAYLOR" I bellow and he appears in the room within seconds. "Call and get the jet ready, we are headed to Great Falls, Montana."

"Yes, Sir." He responds and whips out his phone as he makes his way out the door.

I leave the office and head to my bedroom which has gone untouched since my world fell apart. Walking into the closet, I start to find some clean clothes when I catch a glimpse in the mirror. I look so ragged. My beard is filled in as I haven't bothered with it in months and the dark circles under my eyes show how I haven't been sleeping. How can I? I've lost the two most precious things in the world.

Deciding that I don't want to scare them, I grab for my jeans, polo shirt, boxers and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. Grabbing for the shears and razor, I step into the hot steaming shower and start to groom my body and rid myself of the beast that has consumed me for so long.

After a very long, hot shower I step out and put on my clothes before looking into the mirror again. Looking back is the man who once had it all but foolishly sent it away thinking it was for the best. I just hope she will forgive me. Forgive for everything that I've done. I hope that I haven't ruined everything. The man looking back at me is slightly different from two years ago. After everything I've been through I'm definitely a changed man.

"Don't worry baby, I'm coming to bring you home."

{Two and a half Years Ago}

Taylor pulls up to the busy restaurant. His judging eyes have me feeling uneasy and almost make me want to rethink my plans. Putting the car in park Taylor turns off the Audi and whirls around in the driver's seat to face me.

"Sir, I'm pleading with you. Please reconsider what you're about to do. I don't think you've thought about the affects this could have on Mrs. Grey and your child." He pleads.

"I'll take that into advisement, Taylor." I try not to show my annoyance for him trying to change my mind again for the millionth time. "She'll understand once everything comes out, why I had to do this. She'll probably even appreciate it."

"Just remember that somethings that are said can never be taken back, no matter if your intentions are honorable."

Tired of the same song and dance, I quickly open the car door and walk into the restaurant before Taylor has a chance to get out of the car. I don't need another lecture and would appreciate for both Flynn and Taylor to keep their opinions to themselves.

This is why I don't like to be too friendly with the staff. I have Ana to thank for that.

The flirty hostess takes me to the table I'd requested in the middle of the packed restaurant and she stays a little longer than necessary. After ordering a bourbon, I sit back and wait for my beautiful wife to arrive. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me and I thank the heavens that she fell into my office that rainy day.

The noisy restaurant quickly come to a halt and then mummers start. Looking up, I see exactly what caused the pause. My extremely feisty, gorgeous wife and mother of my baby walk in. She is glowing, and the pregnancy is bringing it out more along with her feistiness. I never thought I'd find a feisty woman attractive, much less fall in love and marry one, but the moment she told me that she wouldn't sign my contract I was hooked for life. She is the most challenging woman to be in my life and puts me through my paces more and any business deal I've ever been through. Sometimes our arguments aren't fun, but I find that the way we banter back and forth is such a turn on. The other day I tried ordering for her at a restaurant because she had to have another bathroom break and when she came back she not only put me in my place, but she also gave our waiter an earful. I fight the smile trying to break free from thinking about that dinner. Ana is truly one of a kind, and I'm a lucky bastard to call her mine.

We've only told our security and Flynn about the baby for now. I'm hoping this problem that we're facing will be over soon and once we find out the sex of the baby then we plan on making an announcement to the world and family. I know our families will be ecstatic and now that I've gotten over my panic, I'm overjoyed becoming a father. I wasn't at first, but once I settled down and heard Ana and Flynn out, I knew this is what I was meant to do. Especially with Ana by my side.

I watch as she talks with the hostess and get a heavy rock in the pit of my stomach. The sunny sky is now turning to gloom in my gut. Ana approaches the table in the middle of the room and people are starting to recognize us. We are usually shown to a private room or corner to keep out of the public eye but not today. Today I needed this to be public.

She has a breathtaking smile on and it makes me feel like shit.

"Hey baby." She comes over and I make no move to get up from my chair. All the years of manners have just been thrown out and my mother would slap me upside of my head for this.

Ana gives me a curious look then bends down to give me a kiss. Just as she reaches my lips, I quickly turn my head and give her my cheek. I notice that some people have their phones out and are taking pictures and videoing our interaction.

"Christian?" Ana gasps and a hurt look graces her face.

Showtime Grey.

I gesture for my wife to take a seat but still make no move to help her in her chair. Her small four-and-a-half-month pregnant bump gets my attention. I swear her body changes every day and it takes all my might not to touch her.

Focus on the bigger picture, Grey.

She orders a lemon water and we give our lunch order. As much of a prick as I'm about to be, she needs to eat before I follow through with this.

Ana tries to hold a conversation with me the entire time, but I've only responded with short, clip responses. After she's taken her final bite, she places her fork down with a clatter and throws her napkin across the plate.

Here we go.

"Christian, talk to me. What's wrong you're not being yourself today?"

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I place my napkin over my uneaten plate and steel my face to my worried wife.

I'm sorry baby, please forgive me!

"I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?" She scrunches her face in the most adorable way.

Taking my finger, I wave it back and forth between us.

"This."

"W-what?"

"This. We are not working."

Her eyes are frantically roaming all over my face, but I keep stoic. Never showing any weakness. My heart is breaking right now as I watch her whole demeanor deflate and tears spill down her cheeks. Her hormones have been all over the place lately and I hate to be the cause of them right now.

"I was having doubts the morning of our wedding but thought it was just nerves. I really wish I'd listen to Flynn about being engaged longer instead of rushing things. It was my bad."

The silence is deafening and I'm not sure how many minutes pass before she speaks but it felt like hours.

"Is this some kind of joke? Christian, this isn't funny."

Don't make me have to get nasty, baby. Just get mad then storm out.

"There's no joke. I want out. This isn't something that is appealing to me anymore. I liked my old lifestyle better." I shrug like it's not a big deal and toss back the rest of my drink and signal for the waiter for another. She sits there in shock as I take another sip of my newly poured drink as I try my damnedest to appear bored with this subject.

"Isn't appealing anymore? What the fuck that's supposed to mean?" Her voice raises, and I see people taking more notice of us. I knew this might be harder for her to be blindsided. We've been so happy lately and there haven't been any warning signs for this to occure.

I'm sorry baby. This is the only way.

"Vanilla. It's just not enough now. I tried, but I'm not fulfilled. Elena was right in that I needed way more than you could ever give me."

Please forgive me for saying that horrible woman's name.

"So, tying me up and whipping the shit out of me isn't enough for you!" She spits back and now I know we've drawn a crowd. I'm pretty sure the meter maid heard her.

"Anastasia." I growl in warning. "Watch yourself. I know that this is shocking but remember who you're speaking too." The lump in my throat only gets bigger and the acid in my stomach is burning my esophagus.

Just walk out, baby, then it can be over, and I don't have to keep going.

Her tears have flooded down her face and I think that she's about to get up and leave, but then something crosses over her face. A look of resolve, almost. Like a lightbulb moment going off. She looks around the room and sees that all eyes are on our table. Ana furiously wipes her cheeks with the backs of her hands. Her face hardens as she faces me again, and the glow she always has is missing. There is a fire that has been ignited in her that I've never seen before. I can handle her feisty side but this is something else completely. Maybe this wasn't the best idea to do this in public.

"You know what? You are nothing but a coward! You hide behind your expensive cars, helicopter, yachts and position in the community but you're a coward." She spews. "We went to six sessions with Flynn before we set a date to get married and you were the one who lead the charge on when it should happen. You!" She points her delicate, perfectly manicured nail in my direction. "Now, here we are not even six months later, and you want out." A look of resolved flashes over her eyes. "Fine, have it your way."

She goes to stand, and I can see her struggling to straighten up because her body is shaking. My instincts say to go to her and embrace her trembling body, but my mind is telling me that this is all part of my plan.

"You truly are the heartless bastard everyone talks about. Today has shown me that. You are and will always be that poor, hungry little four-year-old boy whose mother died and left you alone. You let your first four years dictate the rest of your life. Yeah, you had it rough, but there are others out there in the world who had it a lot worse than you did and look what you did with it. Most people don't land families like the Grey's and end up on the streets. Not some three-story mansion with private schools and luxury vacations. Instead of fighting for a better way to overcome it you decided to let a pedophile use and abuse you, just like your dead mother let her pimp do to her. All that money in your bank account along with a decade of therapy and still you can't get a clue or come to terms with it. Ask yourself, after six years with that evil woman were you able to be touched? Feel loved? Have meaningful relationships with people your age?" She's ticking a finger off on each argument and making my head spin as she puts me in my place. No one has ever spoken to me this way before not even her. "The answer to all those questions is a big fat NO! She taught you how to keep secrets, be a whipping boy, and isolate yourself from your family so that you only had her to rely on. For a smart man you sure are a dumbass."

My chest is burning at her words as if she's the one poking cigarettes to the spots on me and I want her to stop but I'm frozen in place. I've never heard her speak like this before. Especially about my dead mother. Shit, she just aired out all my dirty laundry that only a few people know about.

She looks around the room that has all her attention. This isn't how I pictured my plan working. This isn't what was supposed to happen.

"Yes, that's right people. Your Golden Boy of Seattle hangs out with a pedophile and has a business relationship with her." She turns her attention back to me and my lungs refuse to let air in. "Just remember when the time comes, and you want our life back, I won't be here. You remember this day and think about how badly you fucked up. You once said that you don't give second chances, well neither do I."

Oh, FUCK! She reaches for her purse and shrugs it on her shoulder. I pray that she leaves quickly and the stabbing in my chest will ease. My hand automatically touches my chest to check to see if I've actually have been stabbed because the pain is brutal.

I need to stop this, to tell her that this was some stupid plan and it blew up in my face. I need to right this wrong. It was never supposed to turn out like this.

"I hope you continue to live a miserable life, Christian. That is exactly the way that you want to live, wallowing in yourself misery and 'poor is me' mentality. But just remember that the universe has a way of righting the wrong. What you put out is what you get back. One day, maybe not tomorrow or next week but one day this conversation will bite you in the ass. Just remember, what goes around comes around, Mr. Grey."

She turns to leave on her heel and I reach out to stop her. I can't let her leave. She is my whole world and even if this is an elaborate plan to keep her safe, the thought of her walking out of here without me is soul crushing.

Tightening my grip on her and pulling her back towards me has her off balance so I stand to catch her. A gob of brown hair whips around and a hand crashes against my face make me release her. Fuck, I don't think I've ever been hit like this before.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me again! You just lost that privilege to ever touch me." She seethes and corrects her shoulder strap.

Say something, you dipshit, before there's no going back.

Something catches her eye on her hand and she forcefully yanks off her engagement and wedding rings off her finger.

Oh god baby, please don't!

"Here, I'm sure the next dumb brunette will love to have this." She sinks them into my tumbler of bourbon with a splash. My voice is still mute like it was when I came home from the hospitals with the Grey's. "I'm sure your little side piece, Looney Leila will be happy to meet your needs once she's out of the nut house. But let me tell you this one little thing, Christian. I am enough, maybe it's you that's not enough for me."

Ana marches out and I'm left looking at her rings at the bottom of the glass. What the fuck just happened? It was supposed to be a light argument letting people see us and question if we're together to give us a little more time to find the prick whose targeting us. Not this marriage ended fight.

The noise of people whispering brings me out of my thoughts and I see a mixture of judging eyes along with some sympathy ones. I don't need them. I need my Ana, the love of my life. A hand touches my upper arm and I feel a burning sensation. Looking at the culprit I see it's the little hostess. Shoving her hand away, I grab the tumbler of bourbon and pour the rest of the liquid on the table then snatch the rings out. Placing the wet items in my pocket, I make my way to the front door where Taylor is waiting. The restaurant can bill me.

"Get the car Taylor!" I growl as we walk out onto the sidewalk. He leaves to retrieve the Audi and I try several times to call my wife. After six times I give up and climb in the back of the car when Taylor pulls up.

"Where is she?" I demand.

"Not sure, Sir. Ryan was with her, but she took off in the car and left him at the curb."

"FUCK! How in the hell did my four-and-a-half-month pregnant wife overpower a six-two man? Tell him to find her or find a job mopping floors!"

I ring her again and the line picks up. Thank god!

"Hello?" I hear on the other line.

"Who the fuck is this?" I yell not recognizing the voice.

"Oh, I just picked this up after a woman threw it out her window…" I hang up not listening to the rest of her annoying voice.

After tossing the phone in the seat next to me, I rest my hands on my face and try to gather my thoughts and catch my breath. She left. She left and thinks that she's not enough for me. I thought that telling her those things would send her running out and not explode into this earth shattering public scene.

What have I done?

"Take me to work." I tell Taylor.

She needs some time to cool off and I'll give her a few hours, then go home and tell her everything. She'll understand once she learns about the threat and then we can put this behind us.

"Yes Sir." Taylor says begrudgingly. I know he wants to beat the shit out of me right now and I don't blame him. He and Flynn both warned me about putting her into this position and I didn't listen.

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