Chapter 2

Christian's Pov

My head is aching, a lot and the pain is unbearable. I want to move my hands, I try, but nothing happens. I try to open my eyes but my eyelids are very heavy. What the fuck is this? I can hear the faint sobbing in the background. Who's this? Grace? Mia? Who? This is so hard to process and I am at the edge of unconsciousness. Darkness prevails over me and everything seizes.

I can feel someone pressing her lips ever so lightly on mine and her hands are brushing my cheeks. My nostrils are filled with the sweet aroma. But who is she? I want to open my eyes but I can't. I try so hard, but..

"Fuck". Whoa, I am able to speak. I chuckle in my head, of course I am.

I feel someone taking a sharp breath and before I can articulate something, she places her hands on my chest and I lost it all, though it isn't burning, like it always do but she can't touch me. With all my strength, I try and thank fuck for that I am able to lift my lifeless hands. There's no energy in them but with all my inner strength I push the lady away.

"Get off me".

I shouted, making her step back. She gasped and that's when I open my eyes to meet the crystal blue, for like seconds I find myself mesmerized by her eyes. Tears are running down her face. It took some seconds more to finally have a clear view of her face, the blurriness fades away and I see Taylor holding her from her elbows and supporting her as she might fall. My head starts to throb and I close my eyes again. Fuck. Why does it hurt so much? What has happened? Why fucking can't I remember anything.

"Mrs. Grey. Are you okay mam?". Taylor voice, full of concern for this young lady... wait Mrs. Grey. Who is she? What she's is doing here? You ought to be kidding. Right? Mrs. Grey?

Ana's pov

My heart has shattered into thousand pieces. Does Christian really don't remember me? Please tell me this is not true.

"Mrs. Grey, are you okay mam?" Taylor asked me.

Okay.. OKAY! Do I look okay. My husband has just pushed me away and you are asking this. I risk a glance over him and his eyes are closed. Oh God no! I rush towards him, taking his hands in mine, squeezing them tightly.

"Christian, open your eyes baby. don't leave me alone again." I dread the thought of Christian going into coma again.

He pulls his hands away from mine, his eyes burning into me.

"Who are you?" His voice is croaky and I feel I am dying. I am unsteady on my feet again and this time Grace has come to my rescue holding me tight.

"Grace! he...he.." I am finding it difficult to explain between my sobs. But before I could say anything, Christian bombards Grace with his questions.

"Mom, what happened to me? why I am here? and most importantly why Taylor is addressing her as Mrs. Grey?".

Grace gasps loudly, her hold tightens around me. The doctor enters the room clearing his throat. He smiles brightly at Christian.

"Good morning Mr. Grey. We were going to bring you out of your induced coma later this evening but I guess you had your plans. Welcome back!".

I try to compose myself, pulling my inner strength together to act strong for my family, my kids, MY CHRISTIAN. Wiping my tears, I stand straight, out of Grace's hold and taking a long stride, so that I am standing by Christian's bed now. His eyes never leaving mine.

"Thank you. But when I am getting out of here and why my head is paining so much".

Oh my fifty! he's in pain. I dash towards him holding his hand in mine lightly squeezing it, trying to calm his nerves. It always does. But I am not sure what to expect today. I prepare myself for his outburst accepting him to pull his hand away again, but he doesn't this time. I see him visibly relax under my touch. Relief flooding my body.

"I want you to answer my questions Mr. Grey". Christian nods his head.

"What is your full name?".

"Christian Trevelyan Grey".

"Good! What do you do?".

"I own GEH. I am into mergers and acquisitions".

I relax. He is remembering everything now.

"Which year we are in?"

"2008".

What?

This can't be happening. NO! I want to shout and cry and thrash everything in this room. I am losing it, losing my control and calm.

"Christian what are you saying? It isn't 2008. It's 2024". I exclaim and right on cue, Christian jerks his hand away this time, out of my hold and sits straight in his bed, looking here and there wildly. What is he searching for? He reaches over to the bedside table, picking up the tv remote and flicked it on. He searches for a news channel. Oh! He is making sure of the year we are in?

"FUCK!". Christian says harshly.

I try to stifle my sob, but in vein. Tears run down my cheeks and I don't bother to wipe them away. My world has just come crashing down and I couldn't care anymore. Grace rubs my back in order to comfort me but nothing can give me solace now.

" , you hit your head multiple time on the edge of the stairs while falling and you'd swelling in your brain as a result and this might be a consequence".

Just nodding his head, Christian lays down on his bed, his eyes locked with mine. His mind is running wild, I can tell. His expressions mirroring mine, eyes fill with fear and pain. Doctor is talking to Grace, telling her about his treatment and everything they need to do for now, as Christian is awake now.

Christian's Pov.

How can this be possible? I fucking forgot 16 years of my life. Fuck! Where is Taylor? I can't trust anyone else now I guess. He has been my confidante from years now. Not that I don't trust my mom or my family, but he knows everything about me. I want to sleep and when I wake up I wish all of this turns out to be just a bad dream.

"Tell me Grace that this is some sort of a joke. It's just a nightmare and when I'll wake up this all would be gone." This little lady is whispering to my mother, leaving me wondering who is she? Mrs. Grey? I can't deny the attraction I feel towards her, but who is she? she definitely looks like my taste in my Subs. Oh God no! She is my sub? Has she been there when I fell from the stairs? And now she's stuck playing the part of my girl friend. But ? Has she lied to Grace about our arrangement, which of course she had to do. But why become my wife? She deserves to be punished for this and in hell like I am going to listen to any of her excuse. Girl you are in trouble! I smirk.

"Ros Bailey, the COO of GEH has just conducted the press conference to release a statement on Christian Grey's well being". I open my eyes to see the Tv is still on, but I wasn't paying any attention to this earlier. " She has confirmed that he is out of coma and his injuries are far better than before. We'd like to remind you that 3 weeks ago Mr. Grey was rushed to the hospital around 4 pm. Details about what happened has been kept a confidential so far, but Mrs. Anastasia Grey has rarely left his husband's side in past three weeks". What the Fuck! My eyes dart to this Anastasia... Anastasia... A beautiful name for a beautiful lady! Argh... What I am thinking? My mom and this Anastasia both are looking at the screen, holding each others hand. I turn to the screen again, my jaw hitting ground trust me. A picture of me and Anastasia, where we are looking into each others eyes, seems like a wedding pic. Me in a black tux and Anastasia in a beautiful white dress. Seriously? How can I ever marry? She's beautiful and sexy and all those things I could ever want, yet...? I am married? I mean for real? I can't believe my eyes. Next is the picture of me helping a little boy with copper hair into the back seat of a car. My car? What the hell? My heart swells up with some emotions that I can't put my finger on.

"Teddy". I wishper.

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