Christian's Pov
"Teddy".
I hear a gasp from my mom and I can feel Anastasia's eyes boring into my head but this mini me I am watching on the TV has occupied all my thoughts. Teddy? Who is he? Why I say 'Teddy'? Is Teddy his name? How do I know his name? Guess I can tell who he is, but I don't want it to be true. No, I am not a father material. I can never be a father material. FUCK! All the color drains from my face, realizing that If he is my son, which I don't doubt, I mean not from the looks of this little one; I surely will fuck up his life sooner or later. But! There is always a 'but'. Why do I have a son? Why do I even get married at first place? I feel so helpless. Who will answer my questions? Mom? Flynn? Taylor? Who? I feel all the control slipping from my hands. I don't know whom to trust with all this. But something in my subconscious tells me that 'Anastasia' can't be that person. Appearance can be deceptive right! From the corner of my, I see Grace dart towards the TV, switching it off. What the hell? Anastasia is still standing on the spot, neither moving nor stopping herself from staring me. Lifting my eyes to her, I feel a jolt, electricity between us. As if some force pulling us towards each other, right on cue Anastasia takes two strides towards me and sit on the bed near me; much more near than my liking , but she's my wife. Right?
"You remember Teddy". Her eyes hopeful.
Though I don't want to acknowledge anything she say to me, but she has this uncanny ability to make me feel calm with her voice and I find myself answering her question.
"I don't know. It's the first word that came to my mind when I saw those picture". Taking a deep breath I prepare myself for what's coming next. But she says nothing, just nods her head. A single tear rolled down her cheek and my hand automatically lifts to her face wiping the tear away. Her soft skin, cold soft skin trembles under my touch and more tears fall from her eyes. It pains my heart. Whoa! My heart? When do I start talking about my heart? I quickly pull my hand away. Away from the unknown feeling that start expanding in my heart. Urghhh...not this heart again.
"Is he? Is he... I mean...". I am afraid to ask the obvious. Taking pity on me, I guess, She said making my world stop.
"Yes. He is your son. Our son". Emphasizing on 'Our' she pulled out her phone from the jeans pocket. There's a v formed between her brows while she is looking for something on her phone. Then she smile, I guess this is for the first time she has smiled, since I am awake.
"Here".
She hands me her phone. Reluctantly, but intrigued I take it from her. Now it's turn to gasp. There's a picture of me and the same boy from the tv. I have lifted him up in my arms. His one hand around my neck and other resting on my chest. He is kissing my cheek and I have a goofy grin on my face. I am actually laughing in the picture, I can feel this is more than just a laugh. This is more of 'I am the happiest person in this world laugh'. I can't believe this is me. Did I change this much in last 16 years? What's bothering me is that his hand is resting on my chest and still I am laughing like a loon. Suddenly I remember that it doesn't hurt when Anastasia's hands were there earlier this morning. Why? This all is so confusing and thinking about them is giving me a worse head ache.
Noticing my uneasiness Anastasia swipe on her phone screen revealing another picture where I am bent over my knees to the level of this boy, where we both are staring at the camera and again with this ' I fucking own all the happiness of this world smile'. Is this my life now? Do I always smile like this, now?
I take in the whole photo, having a clear look at this boy, who indeed is a mini me. Same copper curls, nose and lips curled into the same smile. His eyes blue. Blue.. the most beautiful shade of blue I have ever seen. I snap my head to Anastasia's realizing something. He is our son. Anyone can tell.
"Blue eyes". I say and Anastasia smiles a sweet lazy smile with twinkling eyes and my world stops again. She really is beautiful. Young, petite with brunette hair.
Stop there Grey! You don't know what made you marry her and have a child with her. You fucking can't remember 16 years of your life. You can't trust anyone easily, especially this beautiful Anastasia. Control yourself! But how? My need of control evaporates near her. I have noticed this twice now, in the last half an hour. Just a simple gesture of squeezing my hand and rubbing my knuckles with her soft fingers made me relax when the doctor was in here earlier. If anything is making me feel out of control at this moment, it is, her eyes, her eyes filled with sorrow, her tears. Why do I feel this way?Why the fact that I have a son doesn't bother me much as it should? And why all this is so difficult to articulate. It's then I realized that Grace is nowhere to be seen. When does she left? Maybe giving us some privacy. We are married right?
Hey guys! Hope ya all doing well. I know length of my chapters are short but I'll try to write longer chapter when I'll get time.I promise. Also I intend to write this story in Christian's Pov. Do tell what do you feel about it and otherwise too.
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