02/18/2018- I was going to continue it in January, but I got caught up in things, so it didn't happen. Anyways, thanks for all the support I've got, I really appreciate them. I also wanted to say that I've finished this story over my break (from posting) and also a couple more. Again, if you've got anything to say, feel free to do so, even if it's rude or mean or criticizing, I just want to know. I've got plenty of comments that are considered bad but I will let them be, and accept your opinion, even though I won't agree to all.

Before you all get worked up on how unrealistic everything might appear to be, here's a proclamation: this is a work of pure fiction, all mistakes are mine.

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This is a short story inspired by many stories that I've read. You might find familiar elements, and I'd like to give credits to every story that inspired this one, but I just can't remember, it's too long ago. So I'd like to thank everyone who's stories contributed to form this one.

It's one of the rare times that I will be writing in first person, but I am switching to third person in the third chapter, because I just don't think I can do well in first person. Just a heads-up to you all.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Good morning, wife." Waking up next to my lovely wife, mother of our kid, it is such a blissful feeling, a feeling that I never thought I'd ever feel. She's really here, in my arms and murmuring my name with her eyes still closed. The morning light shining through the window and the thin window shades that I put on this morning, she looks like an angel, my angel.

"Good morning, husband." She snuggles closer to me as she gives me a peck on the lips. I smile against our kiss, pulling her closer as if that is even possible.

"Did you dream of me?" I ask playfully, it's starting to be a thing every morning to tease her, I think her giddiness is rubbing off on me the more time I spend with her.

"Hmm. What do you think? Did you dream of me?" She doesn't open her eyes, but I know that she is now fully awake, because her hand is starting to roam around my body as it starts to explore, feeling my skin burning underneath her long slender fingers, traveling from my navel to my chest and up to my lips.

"You tell me, Mrs Grey. When's the last time I sleep in?" I remark, knowing full well that the only few handful of times that I've slept in are when she's with me. "I'm in the best state when you're with me. I love you, unconditionally; don't you ever doubt my love for you."

"Ditto, Mr Grey." She opens her baby blue eyes, the same pair that I fell in love with the first time they looked at me in my office just a few years ago.

You see, my life hasn't always been that smooth, perfect and happy. Before her, I was a mess. When she came, she left because she couldn't take the sadist side of me; and that was only the first time. Fortunately, she came back to me and said to be my wife. Unfortunately, I was left alone again. I thought I couldn't live a day without her and I didn't. The night I kicked her out in my drunken state only because I couldn't accept the fact that I'm going to be sharing her.

That was not the worst because she came back, but not for the reason I dreamed of, she was only back to show me something that I had been dreading of, her medical report.

"Penny for your thoughts?" My thoughts are disturbed by Ana's sweet, angelic, soft voice next to me. I smile at her for using my phrase. "You look lost in thought, and, you think too loudly, Mr Grey." She says, tracing my cheekbone down to my jaw with her slim index finger, my smile grow bigger.

"So do you, Mrs Grey." I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

"What's occupying your mind?" She purrs, playing with the hem of my shirt, dangerously close to my stirring cock.

"What usually does." I wink climbing on top of her. "What you do to me, woman." I smile, my lips hovering above hers. I can feel my face split by the grin on my mouth when her hands exploring my bare front as she slides her hands under my shirt, working its way up to my sternum, then spreading across my bare chest.

"I'm sure I am capable of a lot of things." She purse up her lips as she pulls me down. A groan slip out from deep down her throat, I chuckle at the effect I have on her, the effect that I still have and proud to have on her.

A scream from the baby monitor breaks us apart, before she could even get my shirt off my head. Both of our head snap towards the monitor as Ana starts to get up from beneath me. Just the mere thought of my baby boy having a nightmare send shiver down my spine.

"I'll go, Ana." I say, getting out of bed, shrugging on a shirt and putting on a pair of shorts. "I'll be back." I give her a peck on the lips and head to my baby's room.

I am slightly surprised to face no resistance when I tell her that I am going instead of letting her go. In my opinion, I find yesterday night very exciting and energy consuming, because she was exhausted when I pulled out of her. Both of us are sated last night and thoroughly fucked, adding onto the fact that it was already one in the morning when we finally fell asleep, it's only fair to let her rest. She's been through too much.

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Three years ago

No, this can't be true, it simply just cannot. I paced back and forth in the kitchen after receiving the news. I didn't want a kid simply because I didn't want to share Ana, just yet. I may not have told her before, but I do envision my life with her as a family with children running around in our backyard. Her news only came out in the wrong time, I didn't think that the timing could be better. I knew I had to accept it but I just couldn't put my mind to it.

A look at her, she was in despair, made my heart wrench. I couldn't look at her because I didn't want to say anything I would regret, so I marched to the elevator and walked out of the penthouse, only wanting to get some air.

I want Flynn, desperately.

"John, I need you. Please call me back as soon as possible." I croaked into the phone, praying that he would call me back even though I knew he was on vacation with his family. Fuck, family. That word again.

The bar that I usually went with Elliot was still noisy like it always had been. Walking in, I immediately ordered the strongest shot they have, then got a bottle of brandy to walk to the corner to try to cloud my head with alcohol and wish that I would wake up to find myself next to my girl and everything was just a nightmare.

When I got home, it was already after midnight, but Ana still got up to clean me, tidy me and put me to bed. If I was sober, my heart would be soaring high in the air, but if I was sober I wouldn't get this treatment either.

I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow, I just knew it because I couldn't even feel it when my side was empty and cold. It was until the next morning that I realized that I had slept through the night without my wife next to me.

I really couldn't remember what I said to her last night in my extremely drunken state, I was sure that it wasn't anything good because she was nowhere to be seen, not even in the house.

"Taylor, show me the video from last night, when did she leave?" I tried to keep my voice calm and collected like when I was in the boardroom, but I just couldn't it was too much for me to accept. I couldn't lose her, not for the second time; and who knew if she'd be back this time or not. Most importantly, she was my pregnant wife.

"Sir." He said, following me to the surveillance room.

"Did she bring anything when she left?" I murmured to myself, hoping that she wasn't going to leave him for good.

Taylor fast forward the clip to the part where I stumbled back home, waving to dismiss him and then to my bedroom. The image of Ana showing up in front of the bedroom door to help me made my eyes water.

"Just skip to the part where she walked out." I snapped, not wanting to stare at the empty living room while my mind wondered to what might have I said to her.

"Sir." He nodded as he continued to fast forward. "Here," he said, pointing at the screen, "she left at around three in the morning. She left everything here, took her phone and her car but left everything behind." He explained as he checked to see if her phone was still in Escala.

"Where is she now?" I demanded him to track her down.

"Sir?" Taylor looked away from the screen hesitantly, for the first time, he didn't do what he was told and I thought of firing him but that would do me no good.

I just sighed and let it be, she never liked me tracking her anyways.

.+.

A year ago

"Mr Grey," Gail called from the kitchen, "dinner in ten?"

"That'd be nice, thanks, Gail." I replied, returning to the brandy on my office desk, the computer opened beside me and with piles of unread mails, but I wasn't at all bothered.

I was meant to be clubbing with Elliot tonight after dinner and he said he was going to be introducing me to a new girl, maybe someone I could hit and play with. His gesture felt like what Elena would do back then, but who was I to say no to a submissive.

"Elliot, I can't make it tonight. Raincheck?" I stared at the document in front of me and muttered into the phone.

"Come on brother, didn't you crave for a sub for a long time already?" I was almost positive that he was whining, it wasn't like him but I wasn't in the mood to comment on anything either.

"No, Elliot, I'm not going. You go with Katherine." I never liked his wife, and hated her more when she didn't believe that Ana wasn't the kind of girl to just get pregnant on purpose. "Have fun tonight." I said as I hung up on him.

"Taylor," I called the instant I put down my phone, my food still in front of me untouched.

"Sir?" He showed up right away, just like I expected.

"When did you put this on my desk?" I asked, the document was found sitting on my desk just when I got back from my office.

"I believe it was Sawyer who placed it there." He answered courtly.

"Sawyer? Why? When?" I asked immediately, he was the CPO I hired for Ana, and now that she had been gone for a year, and his actions were more than suspicious since I wasn't asking for him to do much.

"It's better to hear it from him I guess." Taylor shrugged, looking away, averting his gaze as if he was hiding something.

"Are you hiding something from me?" I asked, irritated because I knew my staff and my family all loved my wife, so did I. Taylor went silent, which just proved my suspicion even further.

"With all due respect, sir." He started, wanting to explain badly, but I wasn't in the mood for it.

"Save it, Taylor. Leave." I ordered with a sigh, never thought he would be siding with someone else other than me.

"Sir, Mrs Grey is here." He turned back immediately after he started to walk away.

"What?" I whispered to myself, but he had already left to his quarter. "Taylor," I called, I had to know everything, "do you know about this?"

"Yes. Mrs Grey asked me to not say a word."

"You work for me, Jason Taylor, not Anastasia."

"But she's your wife."

That caught me off guard. Just half a year after she had left me, after my family turned their back on her and I did nothing to correct them, I started to accept subs. Why didn't I think of how she wasn't divorcing me, why didn't I think of her words about her actions if she decided to divorce.

"I can't fucking believe you, Luke." The sound made me forget what I was about to say to Taylor. It was only a year and I couldn't even wait for her for a damn year when I vowed to love her faithfully.

"Good decision to leave Teddy with Claire." He sighed and said to himself, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

I didn't know where they were but I knew they were close to my study, I could feel them. Unable to contain my curiosity, I stepped out of the office, in spite of Taylor's warning not to show myself.

"I told you to keep it from him." I could hear Ana's angry voice from down the corridor, she was still chiding him. I bet he deserved it.

"He deserves to know don't you think? He's still your husband." I heard Luke sighed.

There I thought they were talking about someone else, but hell, it was me.

"Husband." She scoffed. "One that moves on just as fast as he proposed."

Shit, is that how she thinks of me? I thought to myself, damn I really fucked up big this time.

"Ana," he called her by her first name, even though it was all she insisted, no staff dared to call her that on my behalf. Moreover, his tone, it was a tone to warn her and to tell her to tone it down.

"Okay, okay, I will see him and I will stay chill." Ana said, and I believed she would be giving him a glare and an eye roll.

She turned and walked towards my office, when she looked up, she halted and gasped.

She saw me and I was suddenly speechless. She didn't make a sound, she just stared. The only syllable I could utter out when I found my voice back was,

"Ana."

It's short and each chapter is going to be short, it's unlike me but... Idk why I'm saying this.

How was that (the chapter) though? Should I continue? What are you expecting?