Begin to Breath Again.

Christian's POV

According to me I was saved twiced in my life. First when my mom, Grace, adopted me. Second when I met Ana. These were the points when I started breathing, really living my life. Grace paved my path to salvation and Ana saved me. Saved me from whom? Saved me from myself, my path of darkness. I started the so called art of living, the simple acts of life that people normally take for granted; laughing, crying, loving, joking, just enjoying and living in the moment. There were set backs; like a baby trying to take new steps I stumbled but I was never alone, I had support and love to help me back to my feet. I have come a long way indeed, almost to the point when I can calmly look at my two year old son destroying my newly written bussiness reports and contracts with his crayons. I am a father. A proud daddy to my son who is sitting in my swivel chair colouring the documents on my office table with reds greens and blues while blabbering to himself. I should talk to Andrea about getting it framed, I can add my sons's artwork to my collection along with the photographs of Ana and now Teddy; my family. It is quiet colourful even if its just scribbles, my son is quite the artist just like his mother. That thought brings a smile to my face. Wonder what she is doing now. Today is my daddy and son bonding day while mommy and aunts get pampered in the spa.

Wonder what got messed up now. I told Andrea not to disturb unless it is extremely necessary. Afterall its not everyday that I get to have my little man all to myself. I frown as I answer my phone.

'Andrea',

'Sir Ros wanted to know whether you have the contracts approved for the meeting tomorrow with the executives. She wants it now to go through it again with the legal department'.

'I went through it twice and made suggestions to revise, you can collect it and send to Ros now. If she wants we can disscuss further details tomorrow morning. Also bring me my coffee.'

'Okay sir'.

'What have my darling Teddy bear got here?' I ask my son while leaning down to kiss his head.

'Dadda...' my excited two year old shouts while now colouring his work of art in yellow.

'Dadda' he shout while showing the crayon covered papers to me.

He has coloured on some printed papers too, other than on the blank papers that I gave him... he was colouring on my newly written and revised contacts... while I looked on proudly! Oh where has my fifty shades gone!

'FUCK!' There goes my hardwork on the new contract. Hope Andrea has a copy. I run my hand through my hair while looking at the little boy who's looking at me with wide eyes, his lips already trembling on the verge of crying at my loud angry voice and stressed face.

'Oh Teddy Teddy!' I take him into my arms and rub his back soothingly.

'Andrea!'

'Sir, your coffee'

'Please leave it on the desk. Do you have a copy of the contract?' I ask hoping for an yes. If not I'll have to write the new terms again. That will take the night and my time with Ana will be cut. I try to calm myself by closing my eyes and counting. My little monster has just increased my workload.