A.N: Hey guys! Welcome to my very first story! Just to let you know, please don't judge my spelling or grammar as English is my second language! Enjoy! -Kat X (BTW: "Je t'aime toujours" is French for "I still love you")

Christian P.O.V:

People trust me with their happiness; they shouldn't. That's how I broke her heart. That's how I made her leave.

"Maybe I shouldn't do this..."

"Shut up!" I say to the nagging voice in the back of my head.

And all breath leaves my body as I see her get out the car. She's just there. Were just a little bit apart.

I need to see her. I need to see my child.

Ana P.O.V:

As I get out the car and walk towards the nursery I can sense someone watching me. I turn around and quickly scan the carpark. No one. I must be tired...

As I walk into the reception, my mother runs up to me, "Dear God, Ana, honey, how do run around this much? I think I should go to the spa or something after that!" We both laugh.

I haven't laughed much since he said he didn't want our child.

No, I haven't laughed at all. "ANA! Ana, honey. Earth to Anastasia!" Mom startles me from my thinking.

"Sorry, mom, I was just... thinking..." I give her a tight smile.

"How's York?" She asks, a fake smile now plastered on her face. My current boyfriend, York, is her conversation changer whenever she knows im thinking about... him.

Which is always.

"Fine. Let's go get Kalen." I say.

"MOMMY!" I walk into the nursery room and a small, copper-haired, grey-eyed toddler runs up and hugs me. "Hey Baby!". Mom comes in from behind me "Where's my grandson?!" She says, laughing. "GRAMMIE!" he laughs. She picks him up "God, You're getting heavy!".

I laugh. Kalen looks at me, still laughing, "Home, Mommy, Please."

Then it hits me. It has a couple of times before. How vunerable he looks. How like... him he looks. How much he looks like his father.

How much that hurts.

I cover my face with a phoney smile. "Sure, hunny."

It's 6.30pm when the doorbell rings. Kalen is in the livingroom watching TV, im cooking dinner. Finally, York's home...

Christian's P.O.V:

Her. Ana. Her scent intoxicates me. Im submerged in it. Im happy. Im drowning in her.

I look at her.

"Were going to Seattle!?", She asks, laughing.

"Yep." I reply, "You ready?"

She nods at me.

She's Smiling.

She's Beautifull.

She's Mine.

I wake up. Sweat pouring from my forehead.

I turn and look towards the right side of the bed.

It's empty.

Like my heart.

I miss her so fucking much.

It actualy hurts.

I lie there thinking about her until sleep catches up to me.

Ana.