How can life take such a turn? We were so happy going about our new found love and tackling the challenges of marriage. I love blip already and I've only known of his existence for 6 hours.

I just got home and I knew the backlash from Christian would be explosive, but I didn't think he would storm out. I don't feel like I should remain here without him. Where should I go? Maybe I should head to Kate's or maybe I should call Ray. I can't seem to make a coherent thought, I'm running on autopilot. I run up to our bedroom and grab a duffle bag and fill it with my original Walmart wardrobe and rush around the house trying to find an answer to who knows what.

I grab my keys from the front table in the foyer and drop my phone to the floor shattering the screen into oblivion. I really shouldn't be driving in this state, but I have got to get out of here. I rush to the garage and hope security has fucked off and decided to let me go. I squeal my tires out of the garage, I' m really lucky I don't cause an accident or take out a pedestrian. I drive like a maniac to Kate's. Her car isn't in sight, but let's pray she left the key under the doormat. Thank fuck Kate is so predictable. Now I can stay in my old room and figure out a plan of attack.

I don't even take note of the place I just take my stuff to my old room and crash into the bed like an emotional teenager and just sob. Why it is Disney movies have taught us when a crisis is at the front to throw ourselves at the bed?

After a decent amount of time of sobbing I rush to the bathroom to throw up all the contents of my stomach. Looking in the mirror I notice how pale I am, I sure as hell hope I don't get sick with all this fucking stress. I splash some water on my face and peal my clothing off from the day and crawl into bed. Tomorrow better be fucking better, I can't deal with this shit.

I wake up feeling disgusting, and to incessant knocking on the door. I take my time getting up and slowly creep into the kitchen. I really don't feel like facing anybody so I peek out the peep hole in the door and see Taylor. Well of course my loving prick of a husband doesn't come to find me but his fucking henchmen. Well you just dug yourself deeper ass wipe.

I open the door a crack while keeping the chain locked and look at Taylor with the biggest bitch face I can accomplish while feeling extremely nauseas.

"What Taylor?"

"Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey sent me to bring you home. He apologizes profusely and feels terrible about the way he treated you. So if you'll come with me maa'm."

"Fuck off Taylor. He didn't come to do his dirty work himself and he didn't mention anything about blip here, you tell Mr. Grey to go fuck one of his subs and leave me the hell alone. I don't need that idiot. I didn't need a man for all of my life and I don't need one now." I subconsciously rub my nonexistent belly that my baby is growing in. I will protect you blip forever, don't worry.

"I understand Mrs. Grey"

How did that work. Taylor never backs down. He must be just as pissed at Christian as me. As that thought comes to mind I rush to the bathroom and throw up for what feels like hours. I cuddle the toilet for a good hour after throwing up just to feel the cool of the porcelain. Why is it when I throw up I like to cuddle something cold even if it's probably a disgusting breeding grounds for germs. In this moment I'm very thankful that Kate and I decided to purchase the cushioned shower mat.

I must've fell asleep because the next thing I know my hair is being brushed from my face and someone is trying to coax me out of my restless sleep. It's definitely Kate I can smell her perfume which makes me gag and pull myself up to the edge of the toilet seat to throw up the bile in my stomach. God that shit burns.

"Ana, oh my god, sweetheart, what's going on? Oh god I should call a doctor? No I'll drive you to the hospital? Shit, I'll just call an ambulance!"

I manage to get out between the now dry heaves, "No…. Kate, don't worry about me it's just the flu."

"This is not just the flu honey, because if it was then Christian wouldn't have called Elliot to ask if he had seen you, and you would be at home with him being mister I know what's best, in control, stick up his ass self. So what's going on, I walk in here to you passed out and a toilet full of vomit. Please tell me how to help."

"Kate I'm fine, honestly…"

"Bull shit Ana" Kate goes to grab her cell phone to call Elliot.

I grab her hand to stop her, but she's already called him. What's the point at least she's not calling the hospital or forcing me to the car. I only hear her side of the conversation, but I know how Elliot is responding.

"Elliot Baby, I found Ana… Yeah she was curled up beside the toilet passed out. She says she has the flu but there's gotta be more… she's really pale and skinny…"at that she shoots me a glare "Can you just come over. I'm worried about her, but she refuses medical help... Okay Laters baby"

She come back over to me and starts rubbing my back. "Ana, do you want some water? Or Tea?"

All I do is nod my head at that and at that she leaves the bathroom to go to the kitchen. Not even a minute later she returns with the water and tells me she's got the pot of water on for me. I must've dosed off again because the next thing I know the knocking at the door has returned. Seems like people like to interrupt my sleep. She looks at me concerned and then goes to get it. Feeling better when I cuddle the cool toilet so I don't even bother moving. In comes Kate, Elliot and Grace all with concerned looks on their faces. Oh fuck now everyone will know if Grace is here. Grace must've shooed the other two out of the door cause she crouches down beside me and feels my head.

"Darling, what's happened?" she's eying me with her doctor/ motherly eyes. Oh how I wish she was my mother.

"I'm okay Grace, really" Be strong Ana, don't let her onto what I'm actually feeling.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that right? What's going on? Why are you at Kates? And why have you been throwing up?

I just break down not being able to face anything right now and especially not Christians amazing family. Oh boy am I fucked.

Grace cuddles me and shushes my tears. She grabs a tissue from beside me and wipes away my falling tears.

Between the tears I'm able to get out the facts "Grace I really screwed up….. I missed my shot (Hiccup) and we aren't ready…. He left me…. He's such an ass hole…. He doesn't want him or me…. Or I guess possibly her….. oh what am I going to do… I can't get rid of him or her… I love them to much…."

The tears just keep coming. Grace calls to Elliot to come pick me up. I try to convince her to just leave me, but she just says I'm coming with her to the Bellevue. I guess it's better than the hospital and I can stay away from Christian. Yes it's his family's home, but he never visits. I try to stand, but I definitely don't have enough strength to do that and I begin the waver. It's a good thing Elliot caught me. He swoops me into his arms and carries me out of the bathroom. He sets me on the couch where Kate had a blanket ready for me. She wraps it around me and thank goodness she did, I didn't realize I was shivering. He scoops me up again and maneuvers the front door and down the steps to the car. He places me in the backseat and Kate slides in beside me with Elliot driving. Grace must've came in her car because she pulls out behind us. The drive to Bellevue goes by very quickly, of it seems that way. The next thing I know is I'm being scooped out of the car and up the front steps to the guest room up-stairs near Grace and Carricks room.

Grace brings her medical bag and shoos out the other two.

She starts to check me over. Temperature, heartbeat, pulse. She's looking at me confused at the thermometer beeps and reads a normal temperature. She reviews my heart rate and pulse and decides to question me.

A million thoughts are running through my head, what am I going to tell her? I can't tell her the truth.. She's a doctor she's going to know no matter how I cover it up. I see her lips moving but I can't decipher what she's saying. Pay attention Ana.

"Ana…. Ana. Honey are you Ok? I'm going to get you some water"

Relief washes over me a few seconds to myself to figure out a plan. Nothing is coming to mind. Maybe I should just let her figure it out. Oh Christian will be so pissed, but can go to hell. His family will figure it out. I won't tell her anything unless she asks if pregnancy is an option. Grace returns with some water. I chug it like I have never had water in my life.

"Ana Darling, I want to feel your stomach. You said the flu, but you don't have a temperature. Maybe you have an appendicitis or something along those lines. Have you had any stomach pains or cramping?"

I just shake my head at her. I wish she was my mother. She's so loving and caring. She starts to push on my stomach, tapping in spots, and pushing in other. I can tell the wheels are turning in her head.

"Honey, did any of that hurt" I shake my head at her. She pauses then proceeds to ask the question I was waiting for. "Sweetheart, Could you possibly be pregnant?" I begin to Sob. Grace grabs me and pulls me in an embrace. She shushes my tears and rocks me side to side. I can't form words, but I know she knows the answer now thanks to my not to subtle reaction.

What am I going to do?

AN:

Hope you enjoy my first fanfic story. I'm a college student so there won't be a set schedule to uploading. I am doing this to practice my writing and to get some of the stories out of my head. PM me if you have any ideas or tips for writing. I am open to your thoughts and suggestions.
xo-Monti