It's been ten years since that fateful day that Ana met Jack Hyde and shot him in the kneecap however after a fifteen year prison sentence was served good behaviour got Jack Hyde out after just ten served. What does that mean for the Grey's?

POV will change throughout the story with an italic/bold heading letting you know who's POV it is!

Ana

Sitting out on the patio watching my nine year old son and seven year old daughter play really brings a smile to my face. It's been a long day at work and as the CEO of Grey's Publishing I work far more than I would like to, even in saying that I have to remember that I love my job.

The last few years have been perfect for Christian and I. We're not the same people we were ten years ago that's for certain, we've both grown not only our family but within ourselves too and I know that the only thing that hasn't changed is our love… and kinky fuckery.

Sometimes it's hard to think that I'm thirty two years old now. I have a great family, great friends, and just so much happiness and warmth surrounding me yet I sometimes feel like I'm still twenty one with Christian. He makes me feel so young.

I smile as Gail comes out of the house, one tiny hand in each of hers. My youngest children having just woken up from their afternoon nap being led outside to me by our nanny, former housekeeper.

"Hey babies." I smile as they tug their hands from Gail's and hurrying over to me. I lean down and pull them up quickly to my chest before showering them in kisses.

"They didn't believe me when I told them you were home already." Gail explains as she sinks into the seat beside mine.

My three year old twins are definitely Mommy's babies. Probably as I work far more now than I did when Teddy and Phoebe were this age, they were more Daddy's babies.

"Mommy came home early to see you both." I say quietly as they both suckle their thumbs quietly, they've not quite woken up yet but I know they'll soon be running around, chasing after their older siblings.

"You been working Mommy?" Amaya asks blinking her bright blue eyes at me sleepily.

"Yes baby, Mommy's been working but she's home now." I smile and run my fingers through her strawberry hair.

"Not going back?" Amelia asks her blue eyes hooking onto mine as I turn to look at her.

"Not today, and its Friday so Mommy's home for two more days." I smile as she snuggles back contently in my arms. "How have they been today Gail?" I ask, my three year olds are particularly clingy often crying for a long time after I've left for work and it kills me to have to leave them but apparently, according to the child psychologist Christian had visit us, it's what's best rather than mollycoddling them as I would prefer to do.

"I don't think they even cried for an hour today." She smiles, it's obviously a definite improvement and it relaxes me just a little bit more even though I know Monday's are the worst always.

"That's good." I reply. "Do you know what Trish is making for dinner?"

Patricia or Trish is our housekeeper and has been since Phoebe was about six months old and we had to decide between hiring a nanny or asking Gail to switch roles. Gail was only too happy to step up as our nanny leaving us to find the young former Mormon who had left her faith to become our housekeeper; she's not as young as she used to be seven years later though.

"I believe she said she was making a light chicken salad and thought to ask you if you wanted to sit on the patio to eat as it's so nice." Gail explains, she's always on the ball Gail and even now I still catch her mopping or hovering, it's ingrained into her and as Trish lives in an apartment not too far from us with every weekend off, Gail finds even more excuse to tidy up after our housekeeper is drive home by Taylor at ten pm every night.

"Sounds good to me." I smile, I love sitting on the patio overlooking the sound and eating here when the summer arrives is always a special treat with summer not sticking around very long in wet Seattle.

"What time will Mr Grey be expected?" Gail asks, it's strange that even ten years down the line Gail is still as formal as ever with Christian yet with me she's like a close personal friend.

"Five thirty." I say anxiously as I glance at my watch, he hasn't exactly been coming home in the best of moods these past few weeks and it's driving us all up the wall feeling like we have to tip-toe around him all the time.

"Have you found out yet what might be bothering him?" Gail asks quietly, she knows she shouldn't be asking and if anyone else was around she wouldn't but with me she's comfortable enough to ask anything, and I like that.

"Nope." I say, popping the P as I do. "I have tried talking to him but he just shuts me down, I talked to Flynn and he didn't even give anything away if he knows or not. It's really worrying me Gail."

"Worrying you how Ana?" Gail asks softly as my twins wriggle from my lap, I guess they're awake enough now to go and play.

I let them down and watch as they hurry over to their older siblings who seem to be playing a game of tag. I hope this doesn't turn into a fight between them as I turn back to Gail.

"I don't know but something is hurting him, he's being a right… bastard… to be around." I drop my voice when I say 'bastard' making sure there's no way the kids will hear me.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"None at all."

Christian

As Taylor drives me towards home I stare out the window. This day has got to be the worst in ten years, well possibly I mean some days just can't be compared such as Amaya and Amelia's births. The news I have will kill Ana I just know it, and I have to be the one to inflict that pain on her before it's in the media or she finds out from someone else.

There are very few people who know the news I have to tell Ana this evening. Taylor is one of those and I see him watching me through his mirror a few times, as if he's trying to convey some sympathy towards what I have to do tonight that will make my wife's world shatter around her. I just hope I'm strong enough to get us both through this.

It's been a long hard fight trying to avoid getting to this place. My father and I have tried everything in our power to stop today from happening but it just proved how fucked up the Justice System is in this country. We were supposed to have another five years before this happened and a lot can happen in five years, we were even prepared for five years from now.

As we head closer to home I feel butterflies in my stomach, my head is pounding from the stress and I know I'm going to have to try and get through our family dinner and getting the kids to bed before I can even hint to Ana that I have something I need to tell her. Of course, I don't even want to tell her but everything Taylor and I have discussed today will make it impossible to hide this from her and I also know she's going to hate it, fight against it all but she can fight all she wants, she won't win this one.

Taylor drops me off outside the front door before heading to park the car. As always on Friday's, due to Ana's insistence, Gail and Taylor join us for our dinner. It's nice in a way but I hate blurring the line between Taylor and I, he needs to have his head screwed on when out there protecting me and my family and love and friendship can get in the way of such things.

"Hello?" I call as I walk into the foyer, dropping my briefcase on the large round table in the centre before heading towards the kitchen.

"Mr Grey." Patricia nods her head and gives me a shy smile. She's a very lovely young woman, courteous, polite and professional but also friendly and we need someone like her around the house and I'm glad Ana liked her even though she is a brunette, she has been a splendid addition to the Grey Household for so long now, like Gail and Taylor, she belongs with us.

"Patricia." I nod in reply.

"Would you like me to fix you up a drink?" She asks wiping her hands down her apron, she always asks even though my answer has been the same every day for a few weeks.

"Hendrix." I reply to her. "Where's my wife and kids?"

"On the patio Mr Grey, you'll be eating there this evening I believe."

"Thank you Patricia." I say heading towards the back lounge where the doors leading out to the patio stand.

"I'll bring your drink out." Patricia calls even though I knew she would without informing me or me having to ask.

I step outside to see my wife running around the meadow with our two youngest children. Our little miracle babies. I still remember the shock we both went through when we found out she was having twins but then finding out they were identical on top of the very traumatic pregnancy was hard. Of course they're not as identical as most would believe. Amaya has the cutest little freckle just off her right eye, right on the crease that most would miss but her Mother and I see always. Then of course Amelia has a freckle just off her nose on the left. It's how we tell them apart as they have Ana's wide deer-like blue eyes and my copper hair.

"Daddy!" They both scream upon seeing me stood there just watching them, I didn't want to disturb their playing time but as they run as quickly as their tiny legs can carry them I can't help but grin happily.

They both run straight into my arms as I crouch down to catch them. They bury their faces in the crook of my neck and as I hold them beneath the knees and hoist them up as I stand to see Ana, Teddy and Phoebe heading towards us. I sigh, knowing that the smile on Ana's face won't be there later when I tell her my news. It's going to crush her.