I am rewriting the ending to the Fifty Shade of Grey Trilogy. Starting from when Christian walks out of the room when Ana tells him she is pregnant. I really didn't like how smoothly that all went down and feel Ana needs to grow a backbone especially now she is married. I've written a small paragraph so readers can get a feel for how I'm taking the story, the start is almost identical to what was originally written so it can refresh your memory on what happens, however I have changed Ana's feelings toward how Christian reacts.

"Christ, Ana!" He bangs his fist on the table making me jump, and stands so abruptly he almost knocks the dining chair over. "You have one thing, one thing to remember, shit! I don't fucking believe it. How could you be so stupid?"

"I'm sorry," I whisper, not sure why I'm apologising.

"Sorry? Fuck!" he says again.

"I know the timing's not very good."

"Not very good!" he shouts. "We've known each other five fucking minutes. I want to show you the fucking world and now... Fuck. Diapers and vomit and shit!" He closes his eyes. I think he's trying to contain his temper and losing the battle. "Did you forget? Tell me. Or did you do this on purpose?" His eyes blaze and anger emanates off him like a force field.

"No," I whisper, this is so much worse than I expected.

"I thought we agreed on this!" He shouts.

"I know we had. I'm sorry."

He ignores me. "This is why. This is why I like control. So shit like this doesn't come along and fuck everything up."

Now I'm starting to get angry, Shit like this, like our baby isn't a human being. Just another one of his business deals gone wrong. Tears fall from my eyes, from sadness and from anger.

"Don't start with the waterworks now," he snaps. "Fuck! You think I'm ready to be a father?
He looks at me with panic in his eyes.

"I know neither one of us is ready for this, but I think you'll make a wonderful father." I choke. "We'll figure it out."

"How the fuck do you know!" He shouts, louder this time. "Tell me how!" His eyes burn into me, I bite my lip and look down at the kitchen counter, unable to keep eye contact. Like a submissive, my subconscious shakes her head at me. "Oh, fuck this!" Christian bellows, throwing his hands up in defeat and stalking out of the room, grabbing his wallet and jacket along the way.

I stare at the space he departed from minutes ago, unable to comprehend what just happened. I knew it would be a shock, but to walk out on me like this? Where is he going? I lay my head down on the cool marble counter and breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth trying to overcome the sudden nausea that has presented itself.

"Mrs. Grey. Ana. I'm sorry to have overheard your conversation. Are you okay? Would you like something to eat?" I peek one eye open to find Mrs. Jones looking down at me in sympathy.

"Ugh," I groan, my head is throbbing and my eyes are heavy. "No, I'm really not hungry. Some Advil would be nice though, maybe some juice." Mrs. Jones nods and rounds the counter to fetch the pills and drink.

After quickly taking the painkillers I walk numbly upstairs to our room and sit on the edge of the bed. I pull my knees up towards my chest and let the sobs I've been holding in escape from my lips. I cry for hours, I'm blaming it on the pregnancy hormones. But as soon as I think of my little Blip it causes another round of hysteria. Somehow I end up under the covers, on top of a soaked pillow case, and as my sobs subside I hear some scuffling out in the foyer. It's unlike Christian to be noisy but I can tell it's him when I hear a muffled curse after a large bang.

"Baby!" Christian says as he stumbles into the room and unceremoniously flicks the light switch on. I squint my eyes against the bright light and do my best to glare at a very drunk Christian. "Why are you crying?"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mumble. I'm pissed. I am more than pissed. He leaves me in tears after yelling at me to go out and get drunk? "Where have you been?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even.

"Are you mad baby?" He asks, poking out his bottom lip like a two year old. How did I ever think that was a turn on? Right now I want to slap that look off of his face.

"Mad... Fuck Christian I am so much more than mad at you right now! I'll ask again, Where have you been? Because it wasn't here with me discussing our future together!" I growl. Obviously I've given up on trying to remain calm.

Christian flops himself onto the bed and looks at me with heavily lidded eyes "Just had to get some air … and some bour-bon." He hiccups. I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. "You look so good baby." Christian slurs running his hand up and down my arm. I huff and count to ten slowly to control my temper. This fool better not be thinking he is going to get any action tonight. After regaining some composure I turn to tell him off only to find Christian completely passed out.

I'm not sure if I'm relieved or not, a big part of me wanted to hash this out tonight. But I know whilst Christian is drunk it's not a good idea. I wrestle the tie off from around his neck and to the best of my ability, pull his jacket off. As I'm laying the jacket on the back of one of the chairs in our room I can hear it buzz, looking at the time I see it's 12:30am. Who would be texting Christian this late? I pull his phone out of my pocket and gasp at what I read.

Elena: It was good to see you. I understand now. Don't fret. You'll make a wonderful father.

I blink slowly, hoping the words on the screen are not real. After a minute I realise what I'm reading is real and can feel the heat in my cheeks as I get angrier. I grab some stationary from my bedside table and write a note.

Christian,

You are so god damn unbelievable. I am FURIOUS! How DARE you take our personal lives and discuss them with Elena. I have nothing to say to you.

Your WIFE

Ana

I place the note on his beside table and place his phone down on top of it. He will read it when he wakes. I walk into our closet and grab a duffel bag, shoving different items of clothing inside. I cannot stay here right now. I know I won't be able to leave at least until morning because of security so I go up to my old room, taking the bag with me and crawl under the covers.

I cry myself to sleep.