Different turn of events when Christian finds out Ana is pregnant. No Jack Hype. first few paragraphys are from fifty shades of freed.

"I'm pregnant."

His brow furrows with incomprehension. "How?"

I blink at him. How . . . how? What sort of ridiculous question is that? I blush, and give him a quizzical how-do-you-think look. His stance changes immediately, his eyes hardening to flint.

"Your shot?" he snarls.

Oh shit.

"Did you forget your shot?"

I just gaze at him unable to speak. Jeez, he's mad - really mad.

"Christ, Ana!" He bangs his fist on the table, making me jump, and stands so abruptly he almost knocks the dining chair over. "You have one thing, one thing to remember. Shit! I don't fucking believe it. How could you be so stupid?"

Stupid! I gasp. Shit. I want to tell him that the shot was ineffective, but words fail me. I gaze down at my fingers. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Sorry? Fuck!" he says again.

"I know the timing's not very good."

"Not very good!" he shouts. "We've known each other five fucking minutes. I wanted to show you the fucking world and now . . . Fuck. Diapers and vomit and shit!" He closes his eyes. I think he's trying to contain his temper and losing the battle.

"Did you forget? Tell me. Or did you do this on purpose?" His eyes blaze and anger emanates off him like a force field.

"No," I whisper. I can't tell him about Hannah - he'd fire her. I know.

"I thought we'd agreed on this!" he shouts.

"I know. We had. I'm sorry."

He ignores me. "This is why. This is why I like control. So things like this don't come along and fuck everything up."

Thing . . . little Blip is not a thing. "Christian, please don't shout at me." Tears start to slip down my face.

"Don't start with waterworks now," he snaps. "Fuck." He runs a hand through his hair, pulling at it as he does. "You think I'm ready to be a father?" His voice catches, and it's a mixture of rage and panic. And it all becomes clear, the fear and loathing writ large in his eyes - his rage is that of a powerless adolescent. Oh Fifty, I am so sorry. It's a shock for me, too.

"I know neither one of us is ready for this, but I think you'll make a wonderful father," I choke. "We'll figure it out."

"How the fuck do you know!" he shouts, louder this time. "Tell me how!" His grey eyes burn, and so many emotions cross his face. It's fear that's most prominent.

"Oh fuck this!" Christian bellows dismissively and holds his hands up in a gesture of defeat. He turns on his heel and stalks toward the foyer, grabbing his jacket as he leaves the great room. His footsteps echo off the wooden floor, and he disappears through the double doors into the foyer, slamming the door behind him and making me jump once more.

All I am left with is the silence - the still, silent emptiness of the great room. I shudder involuntarily as I gaze numbly at the closed doors. He's walked out on me. Shit! His reaction is far worse than I could ever have imagined. I push my plate away and fold my arms on the table, letting my head sink into them while I weep.

Oh god how am I going to fix this. I moved from the counter table top to our bed. Our now very lonely bed.

I decided not to sit in this massive home by myself maybe Kate will have some answers to my now frenzy questions. I haul myself uncomfortably from the comfy surroundings of the bed . Its 22:04 on the alarm clock I'm only wearing a silk night robe and my blue lace matching underwear and bra. Oh Christian would not be impressed if he saw this but I have no time to change. I have to get to my old apartment have a quick reassuring lecture from Kate and get back here before Christian returns and has time to notice I've been missing.

I turn the keys through the door thanking myself ever so great fully for keeping them for such emergency's

"Kate! Are you home I know its late but.. I need you" I bellow as I come through the door .

"Ana?" Ethans voice calls hoarsely from my old bedroom. He's standing shirtless in boxer briefs rubbing his eyes adjusting to the invader that is me. I feel slightly uncomfortable here. I know he's a friend but I'm standing here in front of this half naked man barely dressed myself under my robe and there's tears streaming my face. Vulnerable is not the right word.

"Oh Ethan I'm sorry where's Kate?" I sniffle while also pulling my silk pale pink robe tighter shut.

"She's in Elliots, Ana are you? Are you crying?" he asks in slight shock.

"Oh Ethan" That does it the wall I was holding up for those brief few minutes comes crashing down.

"Hey its kinda freezing out here.. Come on?" He turns on his heels and invites me into my old bedroom.

We talk for a considerable length of time and I'm pretty sure that Ethan is under the complete impression that my fifty shades is a selfish prick.

"Come here Ana don't cry it'll all be better in the morning" I'm lying on my side facing away from Ethan. I feel a warm friendly hand wrap around me. He's comforting me. I'm emotionally and physically exhausted. I let myself drift only for a few moments I vowed to myself. I was wrong to.

A weird shadow awakes me and a sharp intake of breathe. I lift my head slowly adjusting to my surroundings. Its still dark.. Oh no…I'm in Ethans arms.. Oh no he's half naked.. Oh no.. My robe's come undone in the time I was asleep.. Oh no.. And Christian is standing at the foot of the bed taking in all of the same information. Oh Shit!.

"Christian.. Its not.." I don't get too finish

"Don't even dare tell me its not what it looks like Anastasia.. I think its exactly what it looks like" Christian snarls.. waking Ethan.

"Please" I whisper. He turns on his heel and head's for the door. I make a dash after him leaving a confused Ethan sitting on the bed.

"Don't follow me Anastasia. Don't come home." He says calmly and seriously.

"But we'r going to have a baby" I whimper.

"How long has this been going on for? How am I to be sure that's even my baby? No Anastasia we are not going to have a baby what we're going to have is a very messy divorce" and with that last statement he leaves.