Angela's P.O.V.
I wake up when I hear there is pounding down on the door and I think there is somebody there. Nicolas is not by my side and I look around, my girls are in my belly kicking about. I pull back the covers and get up, going to the bathroom to relief myself, I hear voices from below about me.
"She's sleeping, I will go check on her." I finish up and walk out of our master bedroom, I walk down the stairs but nothing could prepare me for what was in my living room. Looking around me, there was Clara, My Father Kyle, My husband Nicolas, and his enemy Christian Grey with his pregnant wife, Ana. "And here is my queen," Nicolas came to my side, and linked his arm around my very large body. Christian looked me up and down, as if I was just a memory to him.
"What's going on?" I ask as I am lead into the room.
"Angela, its best if you sit down." Clara informed me. I looked to my copper haired best friend, one who cut me deep in my chest as a child. But one who never left my side when I was raped as a child. She was here to protect me I hoped. My father spoke first.
"Angela, Clara, I have some news that I have been hiding for years." He took a long breath as if to ask for forgiveness. His pale brown eyes filled with tears. "You are not really my children." My jaw dropped as he sniffed and cried. Clara went to hug our father or thought of him as a father. Clara spoke. "I knew, I knew for so long, I tested mom and mines blood and knew from a young age" she looked to Christian, "If I test and yours blood, it would prove we are blood related. My brother from the same mother." She held her hand to him, to which he came to her, she wrapped him in a hug. He didn't pull back but he didn't touch her. He stiffened in her arms, but she pulled back shortly after. "I heard about what you don't like and I understand Christian, I'm a doctor and I am here for you if you need me." He nodded. Then he looked at me and his piercing grey eyes made me squirm under his glace. "What about her?"
"Her has a name Grey, it's Angela Megan Pratt, learn it." Nicolas barked as he referred to me. "And she is your family whether you like it or not." He rounded my side crossing towards him, but having my father and my sister in his pathway made it harder for Nicolas to get to Christian. "You are a guest in my house and I have no problem laying you down Grey, but you disrespect my wife like that again and I will take you down in one punch and take out your company the same way. Now say you're sorry."
The two men stood almost ready to charge, within those few minutes my home normally warm reached a cold state. Then I stood, with my big belly trying to take me down. "Christian Trevelyan-Grey, I'm Angela, I am your sister." He relaxed, but Nicolas did not.
"Nicolas I will not give birth with you in the room if you kill my own brother I have." As if it was fail safe, he relaxed and came back to me. He held me in his arms.
"But Angel, he Disrespected you."
"He wins this round, but he is mine to kill, not you. You have Alexander and Jessica your sister. Don't ruin this for me." He nodded against my neck,
"Fair enough, go hug your brother." I turned away, and walked to Christian, who looked deep within my eyes.
"You look like her, her face is within you." I nodded.
"I know, her twin, Clara and mine adopted mother reminded us daily." He pushed a strain of hair off my shoulder.
"If you had dark hair you would look like her. I am glad you both never turned to drugs or alcohol." He turned to my belly. Which at seven months, was massive. I wanted to be done with being pregnant. "May I?" I nodded he put a hand on my belly, normally I wouldn't want to be touched but he was there, and he gentle. "Ana remember being this big?" He smiled for a second. "Are you almost done?" He quizzed.
"No another eight weeks left in the cooker, I just wish the babies would come now." I would be running with a man having his hands on my body but his wife was standing there, I could pull back in which the thought of William Marks and his hands on my body, a shiver over took me, and I grabbed Christian by the wrists. "Stop!"
"What's wrong?" He looked at Nicolas.
"Shit Clara, grab her." Nicolas instructed Clara who put her arms around my body.
"Hey, what's going on?" She whispered in my ear.
"William…" I withdrew from Christian and the room.
Christian's P.O.V.
"I'm sorry I don't follow." Christian spoke calmly.
"It's the man who raped her as a child, she gets flashbacks what happens is we just deal with them as they come but she didn't run which is good." Clara spoke.
"She was raped?" Clara nodded as taking her sister in her arms who had closed her eyes and had just started walking her back to the chair she came out of. Watching the big woman sit in the chair she swung out towards looking at the city. I just touched her belly, the feeling of twins in her belly, I felt on push up into my hand, my nieces. My family. "I don't think I did anything to make her do that?"
"Actually you did Grey. Sorry but even having you in here sets her off, this is a lot for her." His growl was something I had to get used to, but at least I had Ana beside me. Who was for once quiet around us and around her new family. I wanted to say something to Ana who made her way to Angela. They spoke in hush tones I didn't hear them.
"How was she raped?" I asked to her father as well out loud for Nicolas to hear that I wanted to know about my uncle.
"Well when your Auntie Sophia died, I thought it was best to put both girls in counseling, sadly he picked Angela as his victim, Clara says he tried to put his hands on her and told me right away, and well Angela.." He trailed off as if he knew what was happening even without saying a word. "I blame myself daily, and I blame myself for letting you go Christian. I know the Grey's took care of you, but I think we could have helped you more. You and I were tight, even when you were born, you came out a huge mop of hair, and screaming. But I knew that one day you would be my son, sadly your mother, wanted money for you, and said the father of you some well off High school student wanted prove and she wanted the money, and she got it. But used it for drugs. She too was raped by her pimp." He looked to Angela, "but I won't trade you for anything."
I don't remember much other than trying to wake up mommy, but I thought about it, there I remember, His blonde hair ruffed in the wind as he spun me around, his twinkling brown eyes. Him calling me his boy. "Uncle Kyle where did you take me when it was us time?" Hoping he would remember what I would.
"Stanley Park, the place we spent most of your toddler year. Spinning you in the around, is that what you remember?" I nodded. He smiled, "if your mom didn't run off in the middle of the night, you would be…"He trailed off.
"Your boy?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered.
"What's my middle name?" I asked, wanting to know my full name.
"Your full name on the birth document is Christian James Banks. You had your mother's my late wife's maiden name. It was Banks. You also were the son of James Hardy, the quarterback of your mom's school. When she got knocked up she was around 20 I just had married your auntie. James had turned to drugs when he was younger, he and your mom would do stupid shit, and then one day he was there and the next he wasn't. That's when your mom got a pimp and well we got Angela." I tried to remember the other man, one I would call daddy but nothing. I was too young. "As far as I knew, as long as your mom had you in her care the Hardy family would give you money as far as you needed, clothes, food, whatever, but clearly she used the money for drugs and alcohol." I shuddered to the thought. "Christian, your mom made some fucked up choices in this world. But your here now and not putting you up for adoption was the best choice. I am sorry for her ending her life sooner then she should have was the biggest mistake. You know, you would talk full sentences when you were younger, and I looked into your file when you were adopted to the Grey's and it looked like you stopped talking. You and me, that hard work all gone. You even named Angela. You called her your angel." I started to cry. I don't remember but I knew at one point I would. I pulled my uncle in for hug.
"I hate her, I hate that selfish bitch, and I hate her pulling me away from you." I sobbed, I looked up and saw Ana coming to hug me too. I wanted not to cry like this, but this was the truth. I hated that bitch, she screwed up so many times I didn't want her in my life even if she was alive. Here was her brother in law who loved me like a son, who knew what it was like with her.
"I know son, I know Christian, I hate her, but now, I love you, I always thought of you, and I wanted to reach out to you sooner, but I didn't think you would remember us. I didn't want to cloud your mind with doubt and confusion. That won't be fair for you." I cried.
"Didn't you ever talk to Carrick?" Ana asked Uncle Kyle.
"I did, after your mom passed I asked if I could adopt you, and he said no, that I should have stepped forward sooner and I pleaded saying that I didn't know. Sadly he was pretty dead set on keeping you, so we let it go. And I wish we didn't, I see you and your beautiful pregnant wife and I am happy I did let it go. Sometimes we just have to thank God for unanswered prayers." I held on to my uncle for a few more minutes. I didn't want to let go. I didn't want to let go of my past, the little bit of normal life I did have before a drug and stung out mother I had.
Anastasia's P.O.V.
I ran over to Angela in her grey chair and watched her move, I had to ask her. "What happed when she was younger?" She looked at me then looked back out to the city, I had to look with her, noticing the cars and busses zooming past, I wanted her to open up to me. She and Christian may not get along but I wanted to make sure her and I did.
With her thumb on her lip she looked out at what was happening around her, and she closed off the room so she could look at what was happening outside of her bubble.
"I don't like men touching me." She spoke after about five minutes. "He put his hands on me, and I didn't say it was ok." Her thumb moved from her lips to her belly, and rubbed her growth.
"Can I touch you?" I asked. She glanced at me, "please?"
She pulled her focus to the window again, Nicolas sat beside her. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
Her hands rounded her belly again and again, as if she couldn't get over how large her body had become. "Just thinking about what life would had be like with a brother, maybe somebody to protect me from my rapist or Bunny's nags." His tan hand linked around her hand. Her rubbing baby Buddha belly stopped.
"I take it you had a rough childhood too?" I asked. She looked from her fishbowl looking to draw towards me again.
"Too?" She questioned.
"Yes Christian was molested when he was a teen." I spoke calmly. She turned back to the window shook her head.
"I was not only raped at five, but I was also bullied by my step-mother, she even thought I was encouraging my therapist, she never believed me or the doctors who did the rape kits. And the icing on the cake?" She pulled her shirt open to show me a scar on her chest. "My sister took a kitchen knife at seven years old and cut me so deep I almost died on the bathroom floor. Rough childhood doesn't cover what I went though." I wanted to rock her in my arms like a baby. She had more of a cross to bare than Christian, I looked to Christian, who was in his uncle's arms crying, and I looked to Angela, who looked as confused as I did. I would touch her belly soon, the belly that houses my baby nieces. I pulled myself to my feet and walked to my husband and wrapped my arms him, I wanted to make all the demons go away but right now, we had to make the tears stop.
Ok I know I am doing this backwards. SO SUE ME! But the write up I had for this is gone, phoof! gone! So I am rewriting most of the from memory! lucky most of this was on my phone so like a few chapters you see posted are from my phone. lucky! anyways I think I will update every body like this until I get to the Night terror and then move on from that. This is from my original story, I hope you like it. I did when I was writing it, I wanted a cross over for so long. now that it is here I want nothing more then you all to read it and tell me what you think! thanks again.