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I stir awake to the voice of Christian's voice. "Baby?" His hand is gripped firmly on mine and I try to squeeze his back. "Someone get a doctor! She's waking up!" He says with urgency.

I am able to open my eyes a bit more to finally get a good look at him. He is sitting in a chair beside my bed, his head is bandaged and he's not in his usual attire, but wearing a hospital gown. I recall the crash and wince. "Are you ok, baby? How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok, Christian. How are you feeling? Your head..."

"My head's fine."

"BLIP!" I exclaim.

"Blip's safe and sound in your tummy. The doctors checked the vitals when we got to the hospital and thankfully there are no signs of stress or trauma."

I exhale.

"I am more worried about you, Ana. You passed out on me in the car so I called the ambulance right away." His eyes are full of anguish and pain.

"I'm ok, baby. I promise. I'm just glad you and Blip are safe." Squeezing his hand reassuringly. He exhales and seems to relax a bit.

The doctor comes in to check in on me and tells us that he wants me to stay in the hospital for a couple of days to ensure everything is alright before they discharge me. I look at Christian as the doctor leaves.

"You sure do have a thing for hospitals, Ana." He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

I can't help but to stifle a giggle. "It would appear so, wouldn't it?" He's taking this better than I had thought he would've. Thank God! Angry Christian is impossible to deal with, especially in these circumstances. "Did Taylor..." My voice trails off.

"No." His voice is serious again. Shit. "The bloody truck jumped back onto the highway and they lost her. Fuck!"

"Her?"

"Apparently. Taylor said that it appeared to be a blonde woman under a hooded sweater. Whether it was a wig or not, we're not sure of. The truck was also reported stolen a few weeks ago so they aren't able to trace it to anyone. Yet."

His look scares me. Blonde woman? "Mrs. Rob..." I stop talking.

"I have my thoughts as well, Ana. Nothing for you to worry about. You just need to get some rest and get better. And stop biting your lip." I release my lower lip from my teeth.

"I don't want you worrying all by yourself. This isn't what a marriage is, Christian."

"I know, Ana." He holds my gaze. "When we got married I promised to protect you, but all I seem to have brought you is pain." It's almost a whisper and the way he looks breaks my heart.

"Not all pain is bad, my love." I try to lighten the mood. A smirk wipes across his face. Yes, success! "Does your mom know yet?"

"I left her a message, but haven't spoken to her yet. She is not going to be impressed that you are back in the hospital."

"Damn straight, Christian." We hear Grace's voice before she appears in the room. She heads straight to us and looks me up and down. She puts her hand gently on top of the one Christian's holding. "How are you my dear? Are you feeling ok?"

"I'm ok. Just a bit shaken up. I'm fine."

She looks over to Christian and sees the bandage on his head. "Darling, are you ok? What did they say about your head?"

"Just a few stitches. No biggie." Grace frowns.

"Stitches?" I gasp. "You didn't say anything about stitches!"

"It's like sewing clothes. Nothing to it."

"And you know anything about sewing clothes?" I ask in amusement. Grace can't help but laugh.

"She does make a good point, son."

"...or so I've been told." Christian says lightly. Wow. He really has learned to relax a bit more under stress. What's happened to him? Or maybe the question is, what drugs have they given him? I wonder if I can get the doctors to prescribe me some to keep on the side for his bad days.

Grace walks over to study our charts and nods as she scans the papers. "Ok, good. Vitals are all good, but I agree - stay here for a couple more days until they are a hundred percent sure you are safe to go home. Well, since I've seen that you are both ok, I will head home and tell the rest of the family not to visit until tomorrow. You need your rest." She stares at Christian. "Both of you, need your rest. No blackberry until tomorrow morning."

"Ok, Mom. I got it." He stands up and gives her a hug. "Thanks for coming."

"You're silly for thanking me." She gives him a quick peck on his cheek and blows me a kiss. "Glad you are both safe and sound." She walks out and Christian comes back to sit on the chair beside me. He takes my hand and stares at our intertwined fingers, but doesn't say a word.

"What is going on in that head of yours, Mr. Grey?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Grey." He looks up giving me a tight smile.

"That's not fair." I pout. "I am always very honest with my feelings."

"Always?" He raises one eyebrow and I see the corner of his lips curve into a smile.

"Usually."

"Usually?"

"Ok, fine. Sometimes. But I've been getting better."

"Yes you have, my love." He smiles. There it is.

"So?" I look into his eyes. "Spill it, Grey."

"I'm just realizing that you are not safe with me." He sighs. "From day one, I made a promise to protect you. Before the vows. Before the love. Before us. But it seems that the more in love with you I become, the more in danger you get. I can't help but think that I am the one causing you all this danger. I know that I wouldn't be able to live without you, but what if you're better off living without me?"

Oh, my poor Fifty! "There would be no me without you, Christian. I can't imagine myself without you. I don't want to imagine myself with you. When Charlie Tango didn't get to Portland and you went missing, it felt like someone ripped my heart out for those few hours. If you never came back, I would have rathered someone do that." My eyes start to water and when I blinked a few tears trickle down my cheeks. I throw my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Please never think that my life would be better without you. Ever! As much as I am yours, you are also mine. And now we have Blip. And I want Blip Two, Blip Three, Blip Four..."

"Whoa, baby. Two? Three? Four? One at a time, remember?" He pulls back from my embrace and searches my face for my reaction. Well, at least he's not thinking nonsense anymore.

"What? I don't want Blip to be an only child. It's lonely. And besides, we have this big gigantic house with all this room that they'll have so much space to run around." He gently caresses my face, wiping the tears off my cheeks.

"We will have as many kids as you want, Mrs. Grey. A whole soccer team, if that's what will make you happy."

"You make me happy." I kiss the hand that is still caressing my cheek. "It would make me happier if you got some rest and go to bed. I know you worry about me, but I worry about you too." He doesn't budge. "Please, Christian?"

"As you wish." He gets up from the chair and starts walking towards the end of the bed. Hey! Not even a goodnight kiss? Instead of turning left towards the door, he makes a right, grabs the curtain separating the other side of the room to reveal an empty bed. "This is where I'm supposed to be sleeping tonight."

"We're sleeping in the same room?" I can't contain my excitement.

"You don't think I would let some stranger sleep beside you when I'm in the same building, do you?" Control freak is back! My control freak.

"I guess not." I pause. "Wait. What do you mean by you're supposed to be sleeping there?"

"I'm thinking I can climb into your bed and hold you while we sleep. What do you think?"

"I think that's an amazing idea, Mr. Grey." I hold open the sheet and gesture him climb in as I have done before. He saunters over, climbs in and puts his arms around my waist. We are soon whisked into our dreams and the stressors of the day just don't seem to matter anymore.