"Hannah, I need you to reschedule this list of meetings for the rest of the day. I'm heading out."

She points to an empty space on her desk for me to place them. "I can do that." She sets aside her lunch, reaching for the paperwork.

"When you're off your lunch break, of course. I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

She shakes her head, waving me off. "Multitasking." She says in a sing-song voice.

"Okay."

I smile and proceed to exit the building to see Christian holding the Audi R8 door open. My handsome husband looking hot and delicious as ever dressed in casual wear. White, clean button shirt and black jeans that hang from his hips. "Ana." He acknowledges as I take my seat in the car.

Shutting the door, he goes around and assumes the driver seat. He kisses my hand, then he rubs my belly. "...And who could forget our little Blip." I can do nothing more than giggle. Honestly, Christian makes our family feel like no other.

Today, Christian has planned a lunch/quality time with me. When I asked him why, he simply said "...Because I can and I will..."

Fifty, Fifty, Fifty. Will you ever learn?

"Christian." I smirk back. "Where are we having lunch today?"

"Somewhere special." He smiles his boyish grin.

"You really know how to keep secrets, don't ya?"

"Only when it means keeping you two safe." He turns serious but still manages to keep a ghost of a smile on his face. Whoa, gear change.

"Shall we go?" He patiently asks.

I nod. "Yes, we shall."

...

"You remember this place?" Christian questions as he walks me down the sidewalk with his hands covering my eyes, which we has been doing since he parked the Audi.

We stop and he removes his hands. I take a moment to adjust my line of sight. Windows, tables and people sipping what I assume is coffee.

"Look up." My ear tingles from his whisper.

Oh my... Portland Coffee House.

I can't help but blush and smile. Oh, how far me and Christian have come since we had our first date here. In my case... it was tea.

Christian scurries to open and hold the door. "After you, Mrs. Grey."

"Thank you, Mr. Grey."

"You choose the table and I'll get your usual. English Twinings, bag out, no sugar."

I nod and leave him to wait in line. I head to a window that luckily has a table, not a booth, near the back of the shop. Taking out my phone, I check through my emails and text messages for anything new from Kate. She and Elliot have gone away to Barbados for their little honeymoon getaway.

Christian appears and sets the tray down. He has also brought to muffins for us to eat. Reaching for my tea, I do what I always do: Place the bag in and swiftly remove it. I take a sip. The water is warm but not hot.

Christian immediately latches on. "I said for them to warm the water." Still puzzled, I ask him why.

He shrugs and says, "It might burn the baby."

"That's not true, Christian. I can assure you our Blip is protected. Surely... Maybe Dr. Greene can."

"Ana, can't a husband show some fatherly love? I'm already worried enough."

I sigh. "Perhaps." Oh my... Sentimental Christian.

We talk for what seems to be our definition of quality time. We hit all the major topics. First, middle and last names for our little Blip. Our parents positions on soon-to-be grandparents. Christian said Mia would like to be known as ''fun aunt Mia" and Elliot said he wants to be "Awesome, cool, uncle Elliot." This conversation evolved into our memory of Elliot and Kate's wedding which also hinted at Mia and Ethan's relationship. Then came the talk of Grey Enterprises and Grey Publishing. From his plans of finally getting green lit for 'Water Desalination', along with some ideas from Elliot, to my top selling authors and my future plans of maybe writing novels.

Soon, Christian thinks it's time we head home but before we leave, he decides to head to the bathroom. Checking my phone once again, there is nothing from Kate. Not even a simple 'Hello'.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I hear someone with a heavy, thick Irish accent.

"Miss?"

I turn to see what I can only describe to be a perfect copy of my husband himself... only with minor alterations.

His hair is much more darker than Christian's but tamed and styled. Eyes the color of bluish-gray mix. The same body build. And his facial hair... It's a fully grown out. I could never imagine Christian growing his stubble out. I also catch a glimpse of a wedding ring on his finger.

"Yes?"

"Did you happen to see a phone when you sat here?" Oh yes... The accent is full on Irish. Hmmm. What background does Christian come from?

"I don't think I have. Maybe you should ask one of the waitresses."

He turns and speaks to one of the workers. They exchange words and she walks away. The Irish man sighs and drops his head down in exasperation. I watch as he does something similar to Christian. He runs his hands through his hair! What the...! Walking to the exit, he looks anxious. Christian arrives back.

"Was he bothering you?"

I turn my head to him. "What?"

Christian focuses his gaze towards the Irish man and points to him. "Him. Was he bothering you?"

I shake my head. "No. He lost his phone in this coffee shop. I told him to go ask the employees."

"I see." His gaze is still. "Anyway, let's head home."

"Yes. I loved my quality time with you, Mr. Grey." In all honesty, no time on this earth will complete my fill of my Fifty.

He smiles his free smile. "What do you say to more quality time when we get home?"

"To that, I say... 'With pleasure'."

I reach to the side of me on the window platform that shelves my purse. I then hear something drop. My eyes look to the floor. A phone. An iPhone. Bending down to pick it up, I suddenly realize... This phone must belong to that man.

"Ana?" Christian's eyebrows furrow.

"His phone."

"What?"

"This is his phone. That man who just walked out."

"Come." He takes my hand. Outside, we glance feverly left and right looking for him. "Did he say what his name was?"

"No. He didn't."

"Well, what did he look like?"

I hesitate but state the obvious. "He...kinda.. looks like... you."

"Me?" His expression changes instantly.

"There!" I point to a huge crowd in the distance. I can just barely make him out sitting in a chair like the ones actors sit in. He even sits like Christian when he's patient.

Getting closer to Christian's twin brother, I notice there are cameras, lights and a movie crew. This Irish man is an actor? Huh. Go figure.

The writing on the many cameras reads the title of the movie.

"The Adventures of Max and Banks"

Christian releases my hand and walks up to the man. He presents the iPhone and gives it to him. They shake hands. Christian motions me to come over. "My wife is the one who found your phone."

"Well, thank you ever so much, Mr. and Mrs. Grey!"

He even smiles like Christian!

"Uh... You're very much welcome.. Mr-..?"

"Dornan. Jamie Dornan." He shakes my hand, too.

A woman with a clipboard rushes over to us. "Jamie, we need you in makeup now."

"Alright. Excuse me you two."

"It's no problem. We're just leaving ourselves." I say.

Jamie pockets his phone, thanks once again and heads on his way.

"And you said he looks like me." Christian taunts.

I scoff. "Well, if your hair was combed and you grew your beard out."

He laughs heartly. "Oh, Mrs. Grey. You are a trip."

...

While driving back, I observe the passing nature scenery. "Christian?"

He puts a hand on my leg. "Yes?"

"Do you know your ethnicity background?" I turn to him.

"Some, not a whole lot."

My curiosity flares up. "Like...?"

"Dutch for one. French-Canadian, Swedish and I think Irish was another one. Why do you ask? Is it because you said that Jamie Dornan guy looks like me?"

I nod. "Yes. I think we have may have met your duplicate twin! One of the author's at Grey Publishing wrote a novel on the 'Doppelgänger Effect'. Maybe I'll lend you a copy."

He smirks. "Now you feel we've met mine, who's to say we'll meet yours, Ana?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. We can only hope."

...

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