Chapter 1.

Christian's POV

He was kissing her like he'd never kissed her before. And she was kissing him back. It was intense, carnal, passionate, yet tender at the same time. His hands traveled up her glorious body, over her perfectly shaped hips, her smooth tummy, reaching up higher to cup her breasts as his thumbs teased her nipples. She threw her head back in ecstasy.

"Oh, Christian," she mumbled almost incoherently. He continued to stroke her breast as his other hand reached lower to the apex of her thighs.

"Christian." More urgent now. Desperate. He continued stroking her, kissing her with reckless abandon.

"Christian!" She yelled, unable to control herself anymore. Fuck, he was getting hard.

"CHRISTIAN!"

I opened my eyes as I bolted upright, awakened from my wonderful dream. Beside me, Ana was sitting up with her knees bent, resting her weight on her arms straightened out behind her. She was breathing heavily as she stared at me with a panic on her face.

"Ana, baby, what's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to smooth her hair away from her eyes. God, she was so beautiful, even with her sleepy eyes and beadhead. I let my hand drift down her cheek lazily as I gaze at her.

"Christian, I think my water just broke." Her voice quavered a little.

I froze.

"Babe, I think its time," Ana said quietly, her voice a little more confident now.

"Are you sure?" I whisper, my gaze locked on hers. She nodded.

"Time to go meet Blip!" She whispered excitedly. Suddenly, she squeezed her eyes shut as her back arched and she grunted in pain.

Shit, I didn't want her to be in pain. I'm not ready for this! Blip wasn't due for another week yet! I should have been prepared. I thought we had more time. I hate that I don't have control over this. I just rake my fingers nervously through my hair as Ana clenches my other hand like her life depends on it.

"Honey," she said between puffs. "Now."

Suddenly, I spring into action. I grab my blackberry off the nightstand and hit the speedial.

"Taylor," I say. "Please wake Luke and Gail. Ana is in labor. We need to get to the hospital right away. Please get the car ready, and have Gail come up here to help Ana and get her things ready."

"On it, Sir," Taylor says as if he hasn't just been woken at 3 AM.

I rush back over to Ana, who's still huffing and puffing with her eyes squeezed shut. "Okay baby," I say gently, trying to stay as calm as possible, like we talked about, "Taylor and Luke are getting the car ready to go. Mrs. Jones will be right up to pack a bag for you. Let me help you change into some sweats, please?" I squeeze her hand lightly. She opens her eyes for a millisecond and nods at me, whimpering in pain. I feel a pain go through my chest. Shit. I wish I could do something to stop this. But I quickly go to the closet and pull out a fresh pair of panties, some yoga pants, a sports bra and a soft gray tshirt for Ana to put on. As I'm pulling her shirt over her head, Gail knocks on the door. "Come in!" I shout, a little too loudly. Gail quietly steps inside the room with two duffel bags slung over her shoulder. They look full.

"Gail, what do you have in the bags?" I demand.

She smiles at me. "I've had these packed for weeks, Mr. Grey. Just in case." She winks at me.

Despite myself, I smile at her, a deep sense of gratitude washing over me. It's a strange feeling. "Thank you, Gail." She nods. "Will you follow us out to the car please?"

"Of course Mr. Grey," she replies. I nod at her and turn to Ana, who is still sitting on the bed, but her feet are hanging over the edge, almost touching the floor. I kneel down to eye level with her. "Alright baby," I say. "This is it. Are you ready?" She glances up at me, and I can see all the fear and excitement in her eyes.

"Yes," she breathes back and holds her arms out so I can lift her off the bed. I cradle her in my arms and practically fly down the stairs and into the elevator, followed closely by Gail.

When we reach the ground level, Taylor has the car parked right outside the door waiting for us. I lay Ana down carefully in the backseat with a pillow behind her head, making sure she's comfortable. I turn to Gail, taking the bags from her and thanking her profusely. I think she has tears in her eyes, though its hard to tell in the dark. I'm not at that point yet. I'm so worried for Ana. She's in so much pain. I wince as I hear another small cry come from the car. Sawyer takes the bags from me and puts them into the trunk. I get into the back next to Ana with her feet in my lap as Sawyer climbs into the front passenger seat. As soon as his door is shut, Taylor switches gears and we zip off into the night.