To everyone that reads my other story Fifty Shades Further, I promise that I have not given up on it; I have just hit a writer's block. It'll pass and I will get the new chapter posted within a week. This came to me about two weeks ago when I was in class and I haven't found time to write it until now. It's just going to be a sort story—no more than two or three chapters—but I love Kate and Elliot and I just thought this was a good idea.

Happy reading :)

Kate's POV

After Elliot and I were married, we jetted off to Phuket, Thailand for the most amazing honeymoon either one of us could have ever asked for. The island was absolute paradise and we spent almost the whole time either in the four poster bed with white sheets or on the white sand beach. We stayed in a private villa and had our own little beach all to ourselves. It was the best honeymoon a girl could ask for. We made love in the sea, in a hot tub the villa provided us, and on just about every surface inside the villa. I can't help but smile whenever I think about it.

We were gone for a little more than two weeks. Not long after we came back, however, Elliot's grandfather had a stroke. We sat in the hospital for hours with all the Greys, including a couple of Mr. Trevelyan's friends. Ana, who was very pregnant at that point, sat in those uncomfortable chairs like the rest of us despite Christian's insisting she go home. We sat and we sat in silence almost the entire time. I held Elliot's hand. He needed me that night, especially after the doctor came in and told us Mr. Trevelyan had passed away. It was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. Grace and Mrs. Trevelyan broke down right there, both collapsing to the floor. Grace had Carrick right there to console her, but Mrs. Trevelyan…she's lucky she has the grandsons that she does. I stood with Ana as Elliot and Christian helped her off the floor and both held her as she cried. I held Ana. She was very hormonal and was crying as hard as Grace. I didn't cry. Not really. I've never been one to express strong emotion, but I was very sad. Theo was a great man.

From there we had the funeral to get through. Elliot was a wreck. He really loved his grandfather. Theo was closest to Christian, but loved all his grandchildren just the same. I felt really sorry for Ana and Christian. She was due in two weeks and should have been really excited and she should have been resting, but instead she helped with the funeral arrangements as much as we would allow her, and more importantly, he helped get Christian through it all.

When the funeral was done with, Mrs. Trevelyan moved in with Grace and Carrick for a bit while the estate, which was in Theo's name, was cleared. She eventually moved back in despite Grace not wanting her to be alone, but Mrs. Trevelyan simply said that she only wanted to be in a place that was filled with memories of the person she loved more than her own life. Grace let it go.

Then started what Elliot and I called 'the waiting game'. Ana was overdue. She was huge and flustered and tired and angry and overdue. Elliot, Mia, Ethan and I had a bet going as to when she would finally pop. I won. It happened on a Saturday morning. Elliot and I were making mad, passionate love in bed before going to get breakfast when Grace called. Elliot ignored it and never lost his rhythm. When Grace immediately called again, Elliot answered.

"Hi, Mom," he said. He listened. "Okay, we'll be there soon." He hung up the phone and looked at me. "You won the bet," is all he said.

We finished making love and then went to the hospital. We went in to see Christian and Ana before going to the waiting room. She was sweaty and looked like she was about to vomit when we walked in. Christian looked worried sick, especially when Ana did vomit. We left them to have some privacy and went to the waiting room where Grace, Carrick, Carla, Bob, Mia and Ethan were already seated. Ray showed up not long after that. We sat down and waited…and waited…and waited. Fourteen hours later Christian walks into the room wearing blue scrubs looking exhausted, relieved, and emotional. But above all of that, he looked extremely happy.

"Ana had to have an emergency C-section," he starts. We all gasp. "She's fine. Tired, but fine. So is our son. He was born about fifteen minutes ago and weighs seven pounds nine ounces. He's beautiful. We've named him Theodore Raymond Grey."

I look over at Ray and see tears coursing down his face. That was really great of them. Ray didn't have to be Ana's dad, he chose to be, and he took amazing care of her. I'd say he loves as much as Christian, which would be hard to do.

Grace throws her arms around Christian first. She's crying. All the grandparents are, and Mia. She hugs Christian next. We all hug him. When he gets to me I can see the dried tears on his cheeks. I had no idea Mr. Mogul could cry.

He gets our attention. "Listen, I know you all want to meet him tonight, and I don't blame you, but it's late. Ana and I think it would be best if just the grandparents met their first grandchild tonight. Everyone else can come back in the morning. I think we all need some sleep."

Mia whines loudly and I don't blame her. I want to meet him! But then again, Ana must be beyond exhausted. Elliot and I say our good-byes and head home. I moved into his apartment before we got married, and Mia and Ethan now occupy the one my dad bought for me. They seem to be going steady, but I have a feeling their relationship will crash and burn.

We get home and immediately fall asleep. Waiting around all day is exhausting. The next morning we were up and out back to the hospital to meet our new nephew. Elliot was really excited, maybe even more than me. Elliot loves kids. We went to an Easter party for my office and he instantly started playing with my coworkers' kids. He was amazing. We haven't really discussed having children yet, but I know we'll have one.

When we arrived back at the hospital, we all but ran up to the maternity ward. We were the first ones to arrive. Ana was still fast asleep, but Christian was in the chair next to the bed holding a little blue bundle in his arms. He still looked tired, but he looked so utterly happy staring down at his son. Elliot gently knocked on the door.

"Hey, bro. Are we too early?" Elliot asked quietly so as not to wake Ana.

"No, come on in," he replied.

Christian stood up and we walked in the room. He handed Theodore to me and said, "Kate, meet your nephew."

Oh, we are so having a baby, was my first thought as I gingerly gathered the little boy in my arms. He was so sweet. Looked exactly like Christian even at less than a day old. I had my fun holding Theodore before handing him off to Elliot who just smiled down at him. Elliot it too amazing. I thought he would immediately start cracking jokes, but instead, he kissed his nephew's head and hummed a gentle tune to him.

That night, we started talking babies.

"Do you want one?" Elliot asked me as we drove to lunch from the hospital.

"Want what?" I replied.

"A baby."

"Yes." I didn't hesitate. I do want a baby, especially if Elliot is going to be the father.

"Good. Me, too," he smiled.

"What? Now?" Oh no, I don't want babies now.

"Oh, no! No, not now. In the future."

"Yes, baby, I want a baby in the future." We drove the rest of the way to lunch with stupid grins on our faces.

Teddy is now eleven months old and it's the future.

It's the future.

I'm pregnant.

I found out officially this morning. I began suspecting when my period was late. I was almost certain when I started feeling sick in the mornings, but now there is no denying it. I went to the doctor this morning and I have photographic evidence that there is a baby in my belly. I can't wait to tell Elliot!

I know a lot of women will do something special for their man when they give them the news, but not me. No. I don't want Elliot to suspect anything is out of the ordinary. I want to catch him completely off guard. Tonight is going to be like any other night except for Elliot is going to find out he will be a father in seven months.

I am making tacos for dinner. I really tried to learn how to cook before we got married and I'm still learning. I'm not as good as Ana yet, but I'm a hell of a lot better than I was. Elliot is easy to cook for. He'll eat just about anything, but he really loves simple foods. I know Christian and Ana eat really well courtesy of Mrs. Jones—I mean Mrs. Taylor—but Elliot would much rather come home to see tacos being laid out on the table than risotto with lobster and truffles.

He'll be home soon and I'm so excited I can barely even stand still long enough to make the tacos, but I manage. I have just laid the last bowl on the kitchen table when I feel my husband's strong arms wrap around my waist. I smile, turn around and plant a kiss on his ever-so-soft lips. He smiles his big boyish smile and I all but melt in his arms. I love this man so much.

"Hey, baby. Good day?" he kisses my neck.

"Yeah, I had an excellent day. How about you? How was your day?" It was excellent because I'm pregnant!

"Pretty shitty. Two guys quit on us today."

"Oh no! On the big project?" Grey Construction has been commissioned to build a brand new state-of-the-art, ecologically sustainable condo complex just outside the city limits of Seattle. He and his crew have been working their asses off doing twelve to thirteen hour days sometimes six days a week. My poor baby has been so tired, but if he's lost two guys on that project, it'll get them back a couple of days.

"Yeah. And unfortunately I can't afford to replace them. No one else on any of the other crews knows how to assemble fucking solar panels and construct decent irrigation systems. I'm just glad to be home for the weekend." He puts his face between my breasts and nuzzles.

I giggle. "You hungry?"

"Starved. Tacos?" he asks, removing his face from my cleavage.

"Yes, tacos."

"Sounds delicious, baby."

We sit down to eat and I have to try my absolute hardest not to smile too much or tap my fingers against the table. He can't suspect anything, but I'm just so fucking excited! Well, he would never suspect anything while he's eating…

"So did you hear about Teddy?" I ask nonchalantly.

Elliot frowns and looks up at me, mouth full of taco. He swallows. "No, is he okay?" Elliot loves that little guy.

"Yeah, he's fine. This is good news."

"What is it?"

I look him dead in the eye and keep the straightest face I possibly can. "He's going to be a cousin," I say.

Elliot's reaction is everything I could have hoped for and more. His eyes grow to the size of our dinner plates and his jaw all but drops onto the table. He just starts and stares at me for the longest time. I briefly think he's freaking out, which in turn makes me freak a bit, but then he whoops so loudly I think my eardrums will burst. He gets up from the table and rushes over to me. He lifts me up out of my chair so my feet are dangling a foot off the ground and holds me tight. He gently sets me back on the ground before he kisses me so sweetly, so passionately. I can feel the tears on his cheeks. He pulls back to we can come up for air. He is smiling from ear to ear. I haven't seen him this happy since right after I said 'I do' and he was able to kiss the bride. I dry his tears with my thumbs and smile at him. I love this man do much.

"Wait. Just to be clear, it's you who's pregnant, right?" he asks.

I laugh. "Yes, it's me who's pregnant."

He buries his face in my neck and I wrap my arms around his deliciously broad shoulders. I love this man. I love this man. I love this man. Eventually he lets me go and we finish our dinner, both with the most ridiculous grins on our faces. Elliot helps me clean the kitchen and we head to bed to make love.

Two hours later we are breathless but still smiling. I get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Elliot calls after me as I leave the room. I don't answer and I know he won't follow. I go to my purse and grab the picture of our child, only seven weeks of age.

I walk back into our bedroom and snuggle up into Elliot's arms before handing him the picture. He looks at it and smiles.

"That's him?" he asks.

"Him?"

"Him."

"You think it's a boy?"

"I know it's a boy."

"You thought Teddy was a girl."

"Ah, but this time, you see, I've got the father's intuition," he whispers in my ear.

"Oh do you now?" I giggle.

"Yes, Katherine, I do." He kisses my hair.

We go to sleep that night naked and wrapped in each other's arms with the picture of our future child next to the bed.