Anastasia
A/N: Hey Everyone who is subscribed to this story, these three chapters were posted again because I went through and corrected some errors, no major changes to the story so its not necessary to reread if you don't wish to!
CPOV
I roll over again, it's 2 am and Ana fell asleep nearly 5 hours ago. She's lying on her stomach and I can see her spine through the thin fabric of my shirt. Could what my mother said be true? With a huff I throw the duvet down and go to the main room. Lifting the lid I sit down on the wooden bench and start to play my piano. After playing a few classical pieces a new song pops in my mind. I start the chords of Sophie by Eleanor McEvoy. I'm about half way through, right where the lyrics say 'how did things get this bad?', when I hear Ana behind me. I move over to make room for her to sit down beside me while continuing to play. We both sit in silence until the final few chords finish.
"I didn't know you knew that song." She says to me.
"Yeah there was a girl in my piano lessons, Julie I think, and she liked that song so we all learned it." It's silent for a minute. "How do you know it?" She doesn't answer. I don't even feel her look at me, we're both just looking at the piano keys. "I talked to Gail," I say looking at her, she doesn't look back at me. I sigh defeated, "She told me she didn't make you a lunch that day, or any others." I try again and see a tear slip down the left side of her face. It breaks my heart. She slowly turns to look at me, and after a moment she softly says,
'I'm sorry Christian' before leaning forward into my chest. I wrap my arms around her and just hold her. Shh I hum as I rub her back soothingly while she cries. "We can talk about it in the morning." I say as I pick up her fragile body and carry her to our bedroom. Pulling back the covers I gently lay her down and cuddle in next to her, holding her until she falls asleep. It's almost 4 in the morning before I fall asleep. I wake with a start and notice Ana's not beside me. I all but run to the main room and kitchen to ask Gail if she has seen Ana. She points over to the couch where I see her flipping through television channels. My body sags in relief to see that she's still here. I walk over and sit next to her. Should I talk to her now or should I talk to her after breakfast? If I talk to her now maybe she'll be more likely to eat breakfast. I'll talk to her now. "Ana," I start, "About last night..." I don't know how to continue. I decide to just go for it. "Ana, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" Her eyes, about to release the tears she's holding back, look at me.
"Christian, I don't want to talk about it." She looks back down twiddling her thumbs.
"Ana, I just want to help, to stop whatever is making you feel like you have to do this to yourself—" she stands abruptly.
"Do what Christian? I'm fine! I'm not doing anything to myself!" She says raising her voice and I'm taken back.
"Ana, don't be ridiculous! You're not eating for God's sake, and you're lying to me, please Ana. Talk to me!" I explode now standing as well and we're facing each other. I see in her face that she gives up, that she knows I know.
"No Christian. I'm not talking about this with you." She says resignedly. Running my hands through my hair I sigh knowing that she won't give in.
"Fine, if you won't talk to me, then talk to Dr. Flynn, this Wednesday. I have an appointment you can come then and talk to him then." I try desperately. She considers it for a minute and finally agrees. She doesn't seem angry anymore so I pull her into a hug and she comes willingly. "Will you join me breakfast?" I ask carefully, doubtfully. I feel the heavy breath of her sigh and then a small nod of her head. Thought I think she's just trying to placate me, it makes me happy that she has agreed. If it means she'll eat even a little then I'm thankful.
We make our way to the breakfast bar. Mrs. Jones places bacon, toast and eggs in front of me, then asks what Ana would like.
"Just a little oatmeal please." Gail nods and prepares it. Ana just picks at it eating approximately only half a cup. She looks at my silently asking if it's enough. I give a small, sad, smile and she gets up. "I'm going to get ready for work." I nod. I hate Mondays, it sucks having to spend all day working after spending two days at home with Ana. I quickly finish my breakfast, thank Gail, and get ready for work. Twenty minutes later Taylor is opening the door to the Audi for me and I'm sliding in the seat.
"Thanks Taylor." He nods politely.
"Sir." And just like that we're on our way. I briefly wonder what Ana's doing, If Sawyer got her there safely, if she'll eat lunch. Probably not, hopefully Flynn will be able to help, because I'm at a loss for what to do. I decide to send Ana an email once I get settled in my office.
To: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Your beautiful face...
Date: May 6 2013, 9:12 AM
From: Christian Grey
...filled my head the whole way here. It's distracting me from starting my work Mrs. Grey.
I'm sorry about this morning, forgive me?
I have an appointment with the good doctor this afternoon, I'll be home later.
Christian Grey
Distractedly in love CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Her response is almost instantaneous.
To: Christian Grey
Subject: My face? Your face...
Date: May 6 2013, 9:13 AM
From: Anastasia Grey
...has been a beautiful distraction for the last hour and 13 minutes.
Yes, I'm sorry too, forgive me?
Okay see you after.
Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP
To: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Work...
Date: May 6 2013, 9:15 AM
From: Christian Grey
...Get to it.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
To: Christian Grey
Subject: Work!
Date: May 6 2013, 9:16 AM
From: Anastasia Grey
Yes Sir.
Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP
Oh Ana. The rest of the day passes quickly and soon, much to Taylor's dismay, we are jogging the few blocks to Flynn's office. Today's just a quick 30 minute meeting. "Christian, welcome!" He stands to shake my hand as I enter. I sit in the brown leather chair across from his desk and fold my ankle over my knee. "So Christian how are you? How's Ana?" I feel myself frown and I can tell Flynn's caught it. Curiosity flashes on his face as he waits for my answer.
"Ana's... fine." I say. "Actually, I'm worried about her." I go on to explain everything that happened at my mothers and the week before and last night, "and I was wondering if you could talk to Ana on Wednesday? She's agreed to come if that's alright with you." I finish.
"Yes that's fine, I've been wanting to talk to her again actually about a comment she made before consenting to marry you." This has caught my interest, my eyes snap up to him.
"What comment?"
"She said something about not being enough for you. I asked her why she didn't think she was attractive and never got an answer." Ana doesn't think she's attractive?
"But I tell her all the time how beautiful she is!" I say outraged.
"I know Christian, don't worry, we'll sort this out Wednesday." I nod and stand. Shaking his hand we say our goodbyes and I walk down to the front of the building where Taylor has the car. He starts the car and all I can think about is getting home to my beautiful Anastasia.
A/N: I've decided to make this more than a two-shot! I hope you like it! Next up: Anastasias point of view! Read and review please