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Christian's POV

I look at the tiny, little pink thing. It wiggles around on the floor on it's back. I don't want it here. She didn't listen to me. The little thing starts making sounds. It looks like it's going to cry. A loud wail erupts from the tiny body. I just stare at it. My girlfriend pushes me out of the way and bends down to pick it up.

" Seriously Christian? You couldn't just pick him up?", she growls. She holds it's little head in one hand and it's butt in the other. She takes it out of the living room and into it's bedroom.

I didn't want it. I told her that I didn't want it but she didn't listen. Instead she told my family about it and they forced me to move in with her, to take care of it with her. I'm only nineteen. I'm not ready for it.

Ana's POV

I got pregnant at the beginning of senior year. When I told Christian, he freaked and accused me of cheating on him. I tried talking to him, telling him that I would never do that. I love him. He didn't listen to me. He left and didn't say anything else to me.

I went home and told my parents about the baby and they...Were so disappointed in me. They made me tell Christian's family. They said that the baby deserved all the love it could get. I couldn't argue that point. My baby did nothing wrong and it was Christian's family's right to decide if they wanted any part of being in the baby's life.

They made Christian move into an apartment with me. They forced him to be with me when I had the baby. But they can't force him to love our baby. He wants nothing to do with our son. He left the hospital literally minutes after I had him. I named him by myself, Finley Christian Grey. He may not want him, or love him but one day maybe he will. I always wanted Christian and I's first son to be named after him.

I kiss the side of my wailing son's head. We have a Christmas Eve party at Christian's parents tonight. I quickly feed the baby and change him into his outfits. It's blue with a top and bottom. The top looks like it has little suspenders and a bow tie. I put a little Armani hat on him and little blue mittens. I quickly slip a pacifier into his mouth and lay him in his bassinet. Hopefully Christian is getting ready. I slip into my dress and flats.

" Christian, can you please get Finn's diaper bag?", I call out to the living room. Five minutes passes and he walks in with the blue diaper bag. He looks into the bassinet and then leaves. I sigh and run a hand over my face. Why doesn't he want our son? Why do I feel like I've been a single mother these past three weeks?

I pull Finn out of his bassinet and gently put him in his car seat. I tuck a blue fuzzy blanket around him so he doesn't get cold. I kiss his forehead and then carry the car seat and diaper bag into the living room. Christian stands there with his coat on and keys in hand. He sighs and holds his free hand out. I look at it curiously. I don't have a free hand for him to hold. I have the diaper bag, car seat and my phone in my hands.

" Give me the baby.", he says. I look and see Finn is sleeping. I shake my head.

" He's sleeping, I don't want him to wake up.", I tell him. He rolls his eyes.

" He's not going to fucking wake up. I can get him into the car without waking him.", he growls. I hand him the car seat and glare. We make our way to the car. Christian locks the car seat into the base and then gets in the driver's seat. Christian speeds off to his parents house. He's going eighty on a forty five road.

" Please slow down. The roads are icy and we have the baby in the car.", I say. He rolls his eyes but slows down. We arrive ten minutes later.

" Should I leave the car seat or take it in?", he asks quietly.

" Bring it in. I don't know if your parents have a bassinet and he may want to sleep some more.", I stand next to Christian and see Finn wide awake. We get inside and Christian's mom runs over. She takes the car seat and pulls Finn out. Finn's legs immediately curl up to his chest. He lets out a little whimper and I have to control the urge to get him. Grace, Christian's mom kisses his forehead and then cradles him in her arms. My parents greet us and then coo over Finn.

An hour later, Grace announces she wants pictures. She takes pictures of everyone and then announces it's Christian and I's turn. We take a few awkward photos together. Then she asks Christian to hold Finn for a picture with his father, a generation picture. Christian has never held Finn before. I'm a little nervous as I put the baby in his arms but Christian seems to know exactly what to do. Finn's head rests in the crease in Christian's arm. His hand rests just below Finn's butt. The pacifier falls out of Finn's mouth and Christian quickly catches it before it hits the ground. I see the baby's bottom lip tremble. Christian doesn't notice and then the baby starts crying. Christian thrusts the baby into my arms.

I glare at him and the rest of the family stare with shock. They didn't know about Christian's attitude toward the baby. I gently bounce Finn up and down. I kiss the side of his head as he sobs. His diaper doesn't feel full and I fed him an hour ago. He shouldn't be hungry for about another hour. I hold my hand out to Christian for the pacifier. He hands it to me. I try to give it to him but he keeps spitting it out. I give everyone an apologetic smile.

I take Finn to Christian's old room. I quickly try to nurse him but he doesn't want that. I try burping him and nothing comes out. He just keeps wailing. I try to give him the pacifier again but he still won't take it. A tear slips down my face. I'm alone in all of this. Christian doesn't help with the baby and I'm exhausted. He cries all night and I'm the only one getting up with him.

" Please Finn, please stop crying. Mommy doesn't know what to do.", I whisper. Finn just keeps crying. I walk around the room with him for half an hour until he finally falls asleep. Soon I'll have to wake him again to feed him and I know he'll be cranky. I walk down the stairs slowly, not wanting to wake him. I lay him in his car seat and cover him with his blanket. Christian sits with his brother and is talking. I walk over and take the pacifier from him.

" Thanks for the help.", I growl. He looks at the ground and sighs. I know that after this night, nothing will be the same.

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