I do not own fifty shades of grey or any of the characters, products and companies mentioned below.

A/N: I've seen the movie and was quite pleased with Dakota's portrayal as Ana. She made her seem so naive yet willful, strong and humorous.

I wanted to look at certain aspects of their lives that weren't highlighted by the book, like career progression etc.

Chapter 2: ENTERING PARENTHOOD PART 2

21 weeks

Christian POV

My palms are sweating, so are my armpits, my head, the back of my knees, my thighs... hell, I am a walking bucket of sweat.

"Taylor, if we do this again next week –" The fucker just looks at me, shakes his head and continues driving. Isn't he supposed to be on my side?

"What the hell, Christian?" My wife says. She's on the opposite side of the car, staring directly at me with those hypnotizing eyes that got us into this 'situation' in the first place. That or the lip. "You're the one who asked for this in the first place."

I want to argue but I just couldn't find my voice. Let me just sulk here and die of a nervous breakdown. Today we find out the sex of our baby. I've been trying to prolong the days and not think about what is about to happen. I am well-aware and actually loving being a father, but knowing that the baby's gender will make all these all too real.

"We wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you." She's mad. Of'course she's mad. During our visit last week, she was practically dancing in the clouds, eagerly anticipating the gender announcement of our baby. But when Dr. Greene asked us if we wanted to know, a sudden feeling of fear came over me. To make the long story short, I had suggested 'delayed gratification' and wanted his/her sex to be a surprise. Ana of'course knew that it had been the nerves. She also knew that we'd be back in a week, when the fear of the loss of control would overshadow the fear of knowing. "Delayed gratification, my ass," she mumbles.

I take her hand in mine and try to console her with my pouting. While grown men pouting are a peeve of mine, my wife loves it. She says it makes me seem human. My love gives me an annoyed look, before shaking her head and smiling.

"It'll be fine, Christian. All we want is a healthy baby, remember?"

You mean a healthy baby boy! I kiss her hand, and I notice that's it's as clammy as mine. Jesus Christ, the 50% possibility of having a girl is making me weak in the knees. I've gone to church for three straight days, just to ask the Lord to give me a son. If He wanted to do an Almighty banter by giving me a girl, I prayed to be totally accepting of it even if deep down, I wanted a son so badly. I obviously understand boys better and knew how their brain wires work, but girls? Uh, no. They're precious, sweet and gentle and you'd want to keep them holy for the rest of their lives. If we do get a girl, I suggest we convert to Catholicism and send this one to the convent, away from Daddy's karma.

"Do you remember when we made this baby? Possibly the exact date, position and who came first?"

"Where are you going with this, Christian?"

"Extensive research suggests that date, time, diet, positioning can affect the gender of the baby." I read it on various websites last night, when I couldn't sleep out of anxiety.

She gives me a quizzical look. "It was on our honeymoon so it must've been great sex."

"Don't we always have great sex?"

"This baby was born out of great sex regardless of the gender." She looks away, probably annoyed by my inquisition. I notice her gently caressing her stomach, and how it immediately makes her smile. Christ. I feel like such an asshole now.

I place my hand gently on top of hers. "You're so calm about this. I'm jealous." I motion her hand to rub her stomach, trying to feel the curve of our baby's body.

"You say you want a boy, but I girl wouldn't change anything."

"Having a girl would be frightening, but she'd still be a part of you and me."

"Just imagine," she closes her eyes as her smile widens. "A beautiful and sweet angel with big grey-eyes, looking at you lovingly." I know she's trying to pacify my feelings about this, but Lord, please let our child be a boy.

I am glad that Taylor's men had clear out the area upon our arrival. Nothing irritates me greatly than the paparazzi these days. Somehow they got wind that Dr. Greene was Ana's obstetrician and has been hounding her ever since. Thank God the good doctor knows how to honour her NDA.

"Well Mr. Grey, that didn't take you long." The good doctor happens to be observant too. I give her a displeased look, something she's gotten used to, I'm sure. "Gratified yet?"

I inch forward, towering over of her."That I am. Thank you for agreeing to come in such short notice."

"From you Mr. Grey, a four hour notice is like a lifetime. Please close the door."

After leading Ana inside, I make sure I bang the door enough to make it known that I didn't like her snarky reply.

Ana gives me "the look" that make all men turn into boys – squinted eyes and a hard-pressed jaw. "Do not test my patience Christian." Her face softens as she greets Dr. Greene. "Thank you for this, Dr. I know how inconvenient it must've been for you to accommodate us."

I want to butt in and say something about monetary compensation, but Ana's hard grasp on my waist stops me.

"You're most welcome, Mrs. Grey." Dr. Greene gives her a sincere smile, but her eyes reach me, the smile turns into a scowl. "Before we get started, please take a seat."

The consultation went by smoothly, I've already asked her plenty of questions last week but I never seem to run out of them. I am an anxious first-time father, what do you expect? I ask if it is true that deep penetration does lead to male children, making my wife cover head in shame, possibly. Dr. Greene says that it will increase the possibility of having a boy, making my stomach do a somersault.

"If deep penetration is the secret concoction to making men, then expect an all-male brood, Ana." I wag my eyebrows, teasing her. I know she secretly prefers to have a girl because "they're easier to deal with." Not.

I see her almost shrink and descend her seat with her head looking the other way.

"Any more questions?"

"I seem to be gaining a lot more weight since Ana got pregnant."

"I am an OB-GYN, not your dietician." She rolls her eyes, but all it does is annoy me. Don't sass me, lady. "But emotionally involved fathers-to-be tend to usually adopt the eating habits of their wives."

Ana gently pats my back, and a part of me is brimming with pride. Yes my son, I am your emotionally involved father who loves you and mommy a great deal.

"Now, if there are no more questions, would you please follow me Mrs. Grey?"

The physical assessment SOP seems to have lasted forever, because I am getting impatient as fuck. The women are in their own bubble, ignoring the mess that I am. I may have torn various Obstetric reading materials to allay my anxiety or as Ana calls it, 'misplaced ADD.'

A little while longer, Ana finally lies down on the table, looking as beautiful as ever. How a woman can look more gorgeous every day, I do not know. I give in to the urge of kissing her perfectly plump lips. She takes my hand and kisses it too. "Daddy," she whispers. I feel my knees buckling at the sound of that. Daddy. I'm going to be a Daddy.

The sound of my baby's heartbeat turns me into a puddle of mush, per usual. I'd never get tired of hearing that sound. It eases my anxiety knowing my baby is safe and protected lovingly by the most beautiful woman in my eyes.

All of the sudden, I find myself kneeling beside the bed, with my wife's hand in mine. I am leveled with her eyes, and she's looking at me with sincerity and adoration. "Thank you," she mumbles, as tears pool her eyes. All I can do is grasp her hand tightly and cry a little. I have never felt this way towards a human being before. My wife, my greatest love, I've made her a mother.

It takes me a while to get up and compose myself. Dr. Greene must've felt like she was intruding a moment, because her eyes are looking up. "We're ready," I say, with conviction.

24 Weeks

Ana POV

"Just a few more hours," my husband says, as he sashays towards the bar table and takes a bottle of wine.

I just nod in agreement. Looking out the window, I see the entire area still blanketed in snow. This is all fascinating to me – the stillness of outside, and how anxious we feel just sitting inside. January in Canada is extremely wintry, but I find the tension inside this room to be hot enough to burn trees. Just a few more hours, I repeat in my head.

My husband takes his place on the couch, sitting close to me. One arm is over my shoulder, and the other holds a glass of liquor.

"Celebrating already, mon amour?" He kisses my forehead, and I can feel the ice on his lips. I can see that my little knowledge of French amuses him. Take note, our son has to learn to speak French.

"Non. It's Dalmore 1969. You never see this often, I thought I might like it." He shakes his glass a little, and I can see that his lips is pressed in a hard line. "I wanted to wait for our son before I sign this deal." He sounds almost apologetic, trying to appease the immediate loss of what remains of my anonymity. While I am quite known to a number of people, this worldwide business venture will increase my recognisability. It also helps when said arm-candy happens to be pregnant.

"You're a businessman, Christian. You have to do these things wholly. You are responsible for quite a number of people, and you're helping them right now."

He takes on big gulp of his drink before setting it down. "I am father and a husband too. This may affect yours and our little boy's life." He takes my hand in his and starts drawing circles with his thumb. "You know, ever since I knocked you up, I've been busier than ever. This baby is a lucky charm."

"He's loading up on his inheritance."

Christian laughs. Ever since the media got wind of my pregnancy, they've been talking non-stop about baby Grey's net worth. I am holding a billion dollar baby in my womb, as they say. I still am particularly annoyed by Star Magazine's article aptly entitled "The Golden Snatch." Christian went thermonuclear when that article came out. It was absolutely crass and tasteless.

"On a serious note, after this deal is done, PR wants me to do an interview, before we announce the Solar City deal. And then I'm all yours!" He opens his arms and cheekily wiggles his eyebrows.

"When are you never mine?"

He gently cups my face, lowers his head to mine, and kisses me until I am out of breath. I am always hungry for my husband's kisses and tongue is always in resonance with mine.

A few hours and about three second-bases later, a letter enclosed in a manila envelope arrives. "CONDFIDENTIAL! For Mr. Christian T. Grey" is written in bold letters. He meticulously opens the envelope, careful not to tear it up.

"It's done," he whispers. He hands the paper to me as he proceeds to the bar once more.

GREY ENTERPRISES AND BLACKBERRY LIMITED AGREE TO $4Bn DEAL

Toronto, Ontario, Canada. January 26, 2012.

"Grey Enterprises and Holdings today announced that it has entered into a definitive agreement to acquire $4Bn worth of shares of the struggling Blackberry Ltd. (NASDAQ: BBRY), a Canadian multinational telecommunications company that designs, manufactures, and markets wireless solutions for the worldwide mobile communications market..."

On the bottom of the page is a picture of Christian shaking hands with someone who I presume to be Blackberry's CEO. I quickly turn the TV on and find CNN. On the bottom on the screen, juxtaposed on a red background reads "Breaking News: Billionaire magnate buys majority Blackberry shares". It doesn't seem to affect Christian, as he still continues to pour liquor on his glass.

Our phones ring almost simultaneously, no doubt from people who have heard the news. Christian just stares at his phone, frowns and gives me an remorseful look before taking his leave to pick it up.

This is going to be a long week...

26 Weeks

GREY ENTERPRISES AND HOLDINGS ANNOUNCE SOLARCITY PARTNERSHIP FOR FIRST-EVER ECOLOGICALLY SUSTAINABLE BUILDING

Grey Holdings and Enterprises announces its partnership with Solar City (NASDAQ: SCTY), a company that designs, finances and installs solar energy systems, performs energy efficiency audits and retrofits and builds charging stations for electric vehicles. The joint venture will allow GEH to build the first-ever ecologically sustainable office building in the world.

28 Weeks

ANA POV

"My dear boss, it seems as though your recent surge in popularity has made it impossible for me to leave the premises of Grey Publishing." For two weeks, we've been hounded non-stop by paparazzi and various media outlets. The fascination with my husband has transferred over to me and our unborn son. Vogue UK ran an article dedicated to my maternal fashion choices, and People Spain just named me one of the "faces to look out for 2012". Por que?

"Just stay inside. I'll come and get you."

Minutes later, one could see the commotion that is happening outside. The eagle has landed and he's coming to rescue me from the wolves. I could hear shouts of "What's the sex of the baby?" "Will the child inherit your company?" "What are you wearing?" and "I love you!"

Ah yes, my husband has a newfound legion of admirers. The weekly fanmail we receive doesn't escape my attention. He's basically reached CEO/rockstar status now. Newspapers have gotten a few of his half-naked shots from our honeymoon and have been running it on multiple sites around the world. Calvin Klein has reached out to provide his underwear and suits, but he gracefully declined. To make matters worse, showbiz talk shows have hired "body language" experts to study him. You don't need to be a genius to figure out that he doesn't want to be figured out.

Am I jealous? Perhaps. When you've gained 30 lbs over a matter of 6 months, and skinny, bikini-clad women are throwing themselves at your husband, you can't help but get angry. A blonde, booby pornstar made it known publicly that she wouldn't think twice if he asked her to be his 'fluffer' and even made a request for him to sit on her face. Christian has done a great job ensuring me that I am the only one. He went on a talk show a month ago and talked at great length about how much he loves me and our little family.

As Christian saunters through the crowd and into the door, genuine relief floods over me. His immediate reaction of'course is to grab my face and kiss me passionately. "I'm so sorry for this," and kissed me again. He bends down and give our little boy a few kisses too.

"Come on, Golden Torso, take me home."

He laughs at his new nickname, which I think he secretly loves. Ever being so protective, he drapes his arm on my waist, trying to accommodate the belly too.

The wolves came in packs and are purposefully blinding us with their cameras. I can sense Sawyer, Taylor and Reynolds pushing them out of the way, with Christian guarding me. I continue to look down, covering my bump with my coat. I can feel pushing from both sides, making my husband tighten his hold.

"Please let us through," I quietly say, but the commotion never stops.

"Mrs. Grey! When are you giving birth?" "Mrs. Grey who are you wearing?" "Mrs. Grey will be on Vogue?" The sounds are deafening. I move even closer to my husband's body, trying to escape the glares and the noise. "Make them stop," I tell him.

Out of the blue, an inquisitive reporter jumps over Taylor and pulls on Christian's coat, making me almost lose my balance. "Mr. Grey, what can you say about the incident proposals you've been getting?" He prys.

In his anger, Christian grabs the microphone and throws it on the ground. "Don't you dare disrespect my wife!"

As we reach our car, the paps close in on the vehicle, trying to block the road. Taylor isn't humoured because he just starts the ignition and honks like a madman. Fortunately, they were able to clear the way immediately and no one got hurt.

"Taylor, I need back-up for Anastasia," he says in an indignant tone. "Three more men Taylor, and I need the by tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Taylor could only nod. Man, I was quite content with having only Sawyer and Reynolds around, but even I feel the necessity of having extra protection. If we don't tighten the security, they might come for our son in the future.

Christian scoots towards me and places a hand on my tummy. "You and blip okay?"

"Yes. It's just been a long day." I try to shut my eyes and enjoy the peace whilst my husband keeps massaging my stomach. Blip decides that he's loving Daddy's touch as he somersaults in my stomach.

"Woah there junior." I can sense the gentleness in Christian's tone. A few weeks ago, he started talking to him and reading stories. In the morning, he reads him the Wall Street Journal. I wouldn't be surprised if our son's first word is "Dow". Blip has been reciprocating Daddy's efforts by dancing upon hearing his voice. He leans down and runs his nose down my belly. "I love you forever, I love you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby, you'll be." Our son responds my giving the strongest kick yet. Owww, slow down baby.

"He says 'I love you too, Daddy'."