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Chapter 4 - Seattle

APOV

Gently the rain is trickling down the window of our Escala apartment. I always loved the rain. I find it calming. Rain also reminds me of my time in Montesano where I lived with Ray. I remember sitting in the nook of the window, with a book. The very fact that I could read a book or just stare out the window, without being yelled at was calming. But the fact that Ray was always there for me gave me a sense of safety.

Next to me, my more than attractive husband is snoring softly, while I've been lying awake for more than one hour, dividing my attention by silently staring at the ceiling and at the floor to ceiling windows in our bedroom. I actually really need to use the toilet. I've been postponing it, because I know Christian is instantly going to wake up, since he has his left arm tightly wrapped around my belly.

We arrived about ten hours ago in Seattle, where Christian romantically carried me over the threshold. A very wise thing to do, in our case, since in earlier times people believed that a bride who tripped over the threshold of her new home would irrevocably bring bad luck to her home and marriage.

After opening a ridiculously expensive bottle of champagne, which he had bought specially for today, we toasted to our marriage and our future together. He then carried me to our bedroom where we made love for hours.

I was worried that we would have a complete welcoming committee present when we arrived, fortunately they think we are returning today instead of yesterday. Very smart thinking Christian.

I am going to get used again in sharing this apartment with Taylor, Gail and Sawyer. Even though they have their own quarters, they still live here. I hope we can arrange something when we start rebuilding our house at the Sound. Because no matter how much I love Gail and how pleasant her company is, I don't want to worry constantly about bumping to someone when I'm in my own home.

I just want to walk into my own kitchen, grab something from the fridge without Gail asking me if there is something she can do for me. She doesn't have to serve me on hand and foot.

It makes me feel uncomfortable, moreover I'm quite capable in doing things myself.

Without releasing me Christian shifts and ends up with his head on my stomach. The beard now adorning his face which also makes him look even manlier than he already was, tickles. I have to stifle a giggle. He is facing me and he looks absolutely adorable. His hair is the usual mess though, what makes this so funny is his mouth. His perfectly sculptured mouth is due to his position pressed together in a cute pout. A little bit of drool is slowly making its way down to my stomach.

As carefully as possible I take my phone from the night stand and take a few pictures. Since I really need to use the bathroom, more now since his head is pressing down on my blather, I start brushing my fingertips through his copper hair.

"Good morning" I whisper while my fingertips keep massaging his head. I know he loves this.

"Morning baby…" Shit his voice sounds husky and utterly sexy. While he stretches, the duvet shifts exposing his taut muscular ass. The muscles on his back visible with every little move he makes. God, and he is mine!

Lifting his head, Christian sheepishly wipes the drool from his face and moves to place the sweetest kiss on my lips. His expert hands move to my breast, but before he can actually touch them I jump out of our bed and run to the bathroom.

When I return back to our bedroom I find my husband sprawled out on our bed, gloriously naked, with only his head covered with a pillow.

I can do two things, I realize when I'm standing by the bed, again watching my husband's fine ass. One, I can go to the kitchen and start with breakfast or I can crawl back with my husband in bed.

"This is not the time to overthink things Ana…come back to bed with me baby…"

"How did you know…?"

Throwing the pillow on the floor Christian lift his head and watches me amused. He simply shrugs and pats the empty place on the bed. "I just know my wife…"

I don't know why I feel so happy about this casual remark, but it really makes me feel happy…ecstatic even. Christian really knows me. I feel so cherished and loved right now that I feel the tears prickling behind my eyes. Blinking my eyes rapidly I push them away and as seductively as possible I crawl back into my man's open arms.

CPOV

"What do you think Grace is going to say about your beard?" Ana lovingly brushes her hands through my beard and smiles.

"I don't know and truthfully I don't care"

"Your mother hates beards Christian."

"Ana I couldn't give two flying fucks about what my mother thinks about my beard. Whose opinion matters to me is yours, my wife, who happens to like it…and actually I hate to shave, so this is a win-win." I shrug and look at my wife's beautiful face. Admitting she looks somewhat pale and tired, but I blame the jetlag. With her small hand clasped in mine, my thumb grazing over her knuckles, I gaze out of the window. My mind drifts back to the conversation we had yesterday right before we landed in Seattle.

Flashback

"Christian"

"Yes, baby." Her hands fidgeting. Her lip clasped between her teeth. That little 'v' present on her forehead. Worrying. My wife was worried.

"I know we agreed on doing a pregnancy test when we got back in Seattle…" Silence.

"Yes…Ana just say it." Her bluer than blue eyes, now apprehensively looking at me.

"Would you mind if we waited? A few more days…a week maybe?" She added quickly. Her eyes looking at the table.

"Why?"

I see Ana taking a few deep breaths, I know that my wife is struggling with something. Why is she so anxious?

I knew that she was afraid of my reaction. The outstretching silence. The constant fidgeting with her hands. I don't want her to be afraid of my reaction.

"It's okay Ana…tell me what you are worried about…"

"I don't even know Christian. I can't seem to figure it out in my head…how do you think I can put my thoughts into words?" She whispers looking out of the window.

"If you want to wait, then we will wait Ana…we will take this at your pace…"

"Thank you." Briefly taking her eyes from the window she looked at me. I didn't know what to make out of the emotions running through her eyes. Was it fear? Doubt? All I knew at that exact moment, was that my wife needed those few extra days. A few days I could manage. For her, I'd do anything…

I am taken out of my musings by the most adorable sneeze I have ever heard.

"What was that?"

Shyly she looks at me and shrugs. "I sneezed…"

"Are you cold?"

"No. not cold. I think I will have to get used to the difference in temperature…" In the meantime she is looking through her purse for what I assume is a tissue. Impossible to find anything there. Christ, she carries a bunch load of shit in those bags.

"Here" I say and offer her my handkerchief.

When she is finished I see my handkerchief disappearing into her purse.

"Thank you." Entwining her hands she leans her head against the leather seat and closes her eyes.

"Are you tired?"

"Just a little…" she replies with her eyes closed. "My husband kept me up the biggest part of the night" she smirks and playfully opens one eye.

"You look beautiful…I've never seen you wear this before. What's it called?" I ask.

Opening both of her eyes. The smile and playfulness have disappeared from her face.

"It's called a jumpsuit…" She fidgets with the fabric and looks back at me. "I've had it quite some time now…it was one of the last things Ray bought for me…" There is a small smile playing on her lips.

"I remember that day…" She muses. "Ray hated shopping, but he did that for me you know…he would wait patiently while I fitted every item, giving me his honest opinion…"

"What did he say when you tried this on?"

"That I looked like a grown woman, that I wasn't his little girl anymore." Her voice falters and she squeezes my hand. "I told him I would always be his little girl…and I promised him that I would wear this outfit when I had my first job interview and so I did…" I'm lost for words. I don't know what to say or do right now. She sounds so calm, but I know that she is fighting her emotions.

"You know, my sweet sixteen party…" she smiles and shakes her head. "My dad planned it for me…he was completely out of his depth…all those girls…and boys."

"That was sweet of him." I say.

"Yes, it was. Considering he was taking a high risk. I never enjoyed celebrating my birthday…"

"Why?"

Her head moves so freaking fast and suddenly that I honestly think she has hurt herself.

"My birthday was never celebrated Christian…I don't think my mother felt right to celebrate something that only brought her grieve, annoyance and burden…"

I meet Sawyers eyes in the rearview mirror. Shock. He too is fucking shocked.

"You never celebrated your birthday Ana? Never got any presents?"

"At first when Carla and Ray where still married I did…there where presents and cake…and my…Carla would buy me a pretty dress…" She shrugs and looks at me. "Everything changed when we moved to Vegas Christian…you know that."

Ana takes the handkerchief from her bag and wipes her nose clean. "Ray and I would always celebrate though…but just the two of us. He always made sure to order the biggest chocolate cake. He would buy me presents, mostly books…and then he would take me out to dinner or we would barbeque…it was perfect."

"Your birthday is in a few weeks…" I carefully remind her.

"Don't I know it!" She says flashing me a smile.

"What do you want to do?" Because I don't think she would want what I have in mind. If she doesn't like to celebrate her birthday.

"I don't care. My birthday is just like any other day…besides my birthday falls on a weekday…we'll have to work…" I suppress a snort. If she thinks I will let her birthday pass just because it falls on a weekday, then she is clearly mistaken. My wife's 23th birthday will be unforgettable. I know I can't make up for all those lost years, without celebrating her birthday…but I promise that from now one I will make it a mission to make all her birthdays memorable.

"Don't do crazy things Christian, and since you asked…the best way to spend my birthday this year would be with you…"

"We are here Sir…" Sawyer says and steps out of the car to open my door.

"There you are…don't you look beautiful." My mother gushes at the door. Her arms wide open to welcome …Ana.

"Christian…what happened to your face?" She says while looking me up and down.

"Don't you think he looks handsome?" Ana says smiling.

"Of course he does…" My mother quickly agrees with Ana. Of course she does. She loves her like her own. And secretly I think my mother likes my beard, it's just that she somehow needs something to rile me up.

I don't know why I'm surprised when I'm left alone in the hallway. My mother and Melissa have dragged Ana to the living room where they are firing different questions in her direction.

"Tell me Ana how was Greece? Was is warm…please tell me you made pictures…Ana can I spend next weekend with you guys?"

My dad comes smiling into the hall way. "Welcome home son…come on in. Your brother and Megan will be here shortly."


Since my mother, Melissa and Megan are sitting around Ana, there is nothing else for me to do then take a seat on the couch across from my wife. I think we did well in coming over to have lunch with my parents. Ana is smiling and she has finally some color back on her cheeks.

Anger flashes through me when I recall what Ana just told me in the car about not caring to celebrate her birthday. Her mother really is a piece of shit.

I know I never wanted to celebrate mine, even as a little boy…but Grace was adamant about it. A birthday was something that should be celebrated. At the time I didn't understand her…why would she want to celebrate the birth of a bastard's son? I understand it now…and frankly I'm glad she did.

I don't recall celebrating my birthday when I still lived in Detroit. I don't remember ever getting presents. The few good memories I have, even though very vague are about watching a cake getting baked in the oven. I remember my mother looking happy. Maybe it was my birthday that day. Maybe she decided not to get high and celebrate her son's birthday. Maybe, for once she put my needs first instead of hers. Maybe…just maybe.

APOV

I really need to get used to the bustle and noise again after having spent three lovely, relaxed and amazing weeks alone with Christian. I excused myself ten minutes ago to use the bathroom. I'm now standing in the hallway looking at the pictures. I notice that Grace has added more pictures. There are now pictures from Melissa too and even several from Christian and me together.
"Hey"

"Hi Megan… are you all right? You look pale…"

"Actually I'm not all right Ana…do you have a few minutes please?" God. What's wrong with her? She looks so nervous.

"Sure…" Grabbing my elbow she pulls me into the bathroom and closes the door behind her.

"Megan…what's wrong…did you and Elliot have a fight?"

"No, but I'm sure we will be."

"Why?" I've never seen Megan look so scared before. Her face is pale as a ghost and before I know it she is sitting on the floor sobbing. Her face buried in her hands.

"Megan…sweetie…talk to me please…"

"I've messed up Ana… God everything is a mess right now…"

"What is Megan… you are talking in riddles…"

I slide next to her on the floor and clean her face with Christian's handkerchief. "Ana…I think…" She doesn't get the chance to finish her sentence. She starts crying again. Her hand has a steel grip on my hand.

"Megan…calm down…are you sick?" I whisper and brush the hairs from her face.

"I…I think…I'm pregnant…" Her eyes, huge but full of fear are now looking at me. Gauging my reaction. Well, shit no wonder she is such a mess.

"You think?" I shift to sit more comfortably. I think we'll be stuck here for a while…that is until Christian comes looking for me.

She just nods her head and crumbles Christian's handkerchief in her hand.

"Did you take a pregnancy test?"

"I'm afraid…I'm so afraid Ana… what if I am pregnant? I mean Elliot and I …"

"Elliot loves you Megan…"
"I know…I know he does…he is the best…"

"Then what is it?"

"I'm afraid to what his reaction is going to be. I don't think Elliot is ready to have kids…neither am I to be honest. Ana…I'm 23 years old!"

"Megan…before you start worrying yourself with 'what if's' I think it's best to take a pregnancy test.

"Will you stay with me?" With trembling hands she takes a small carton box from her handbag…and then another one…and another one. She came prepared. Can't argue that!

"You can't say anything to anyone Ana…oh my God if I am pregnant Carrick will lose his shit again…" With the test clutched in her hands Megan starts crying again.

I carefully take the tests from her. "First take the test Megan…then we will figure out what to do next."

She completely ignores me and continues rambling. "And my parents Ana…you know my parents." Yes, I do. Extremely caring and sweet although very catholic, conservative and very, very protective of their only daughter.

"Just take the test Megan and with all due respect you are a grown woman, you and Elliot have been living together now for months, it's your life Megan."

Numbly she nods. Poor Megan. She looks terrified. Turning around to give her some privacy I face the off-white tiles of the bathroom. "Don't listen to me pee Ana…" Megan giggles and I giggle along with her. Geez, I'm nervous too.

In a much exaggerated manner I take both hands to my ears and start singing softly.

"Ana!" I hear Megan hiss.

"What?"

"You are scaring my pee with the singing…don't sing just cover your ears…"

"Scaring your pee? Gee thank you Megan…" I reply sarcastically.

I hear her nervous giggling. God. I would be terrified too. I hope that if she is pregnant, that Elliot doesn't flip. And I don't think Carrick would say anything if it where the case. I think he values his life and his marriage with Grace. Not so sure how her parents are going to react though.

I jump up when there is loud banging on the door. "Ana! Ana…are you in there?"

"Yes, we will be right out…"

"We? Who the fuck is in there with you?" Christian yells and I see the door handle moving up and down.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "It's Megan…just give us a few more minutes Christian…please…"

"Are you sick Ana? Because if you are sick I will force this door open…"

"I'm not sick Christian…please…ten minutes…go back to your parents and your brother."

"My brother is looking for Megan…he went to the boathouse…"

"Go and find him and tell him she will be back in ten minutes…will you do that for me?"

"Fine Ana…ten minutes…"

A few seconds pass and there is another knock on the door. "Ana?"

"Yes Christian?" I can't help my voice sounding annoyed but shit ten minutes, I only asked for ten minutes not ten days!

"Uhm…it's just that my mom won't cut the cake until you are both back…its chocolate…hurry…"

"Bye Christian…"

"Can I finally pee now?" Megan asks exasperated.

"You still haven't peed?"

"Excuse me Mrs. Grey…but I can't pee when your husband is standing on the other side of the door."

"Just pee already Megan…"

"So now we wait?" I ask an anxious looking Megan.

"Yeah…" She squeaks. Her eyes darting from the test laying neatly on the sink to me.

"How long?"

"Five…" She clears her throat. "Five fucking long minutes."

"Relax Megan…" She looks at me as if I completely lost it. Honestly those words sounded better in my head.

"I can't relax Ana…" She hisses while the tears starts falling from her eyes. "Elliot isn't ready for kids…he told me so. He is so immersed in his job."

"Come here" I pull her against me and cradle her head with my hand. "You will see that it will turn out right in the end…"

We both jump up when we hear the alarm from Megan's phone go off. Holding me tighter she whispers in my ear.

"You look Ana…please I can't look…"

"Megan…"

"Ana, please…"

Turning my head I peak at the three tests. Oh shit. Oh shit…this just got real…all three tests are positive.

"Ana…?"

"Megan…you are pregnant…" I whisper.

I expected her to cry, yell, faint. Hell I expected everything. However, she only whispers a faint okay in my ear and detangles herself from me. Turning to the sink she takes the tests and throws them in a bag. She washes her hands and starts redoing her make-up. What the hell is happing to her?

"Megan…do you want me to get Elliot?"

"No…" She answers shortly.

"Megan, you are going to tell Elliot right?"

"Of course. Please don't say anything to Christian, I'm sure he will hear it soon enough…"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you turn back time Ana?" She sneers.

"I'm sorry Megan…I just wanted to help."

"Well you can't…what am I going to do know Ana? I have no job, no money…fuck this is fucked up…I knew it was wrong to move in with Elliot without having a job and my own income…now nobody will hire me…" I don't know if she is realizing that she is talking out loud. Her eyes are fixated on the floor.
"Don't worry about money Megan…"

She snorts and her face turns towards me. Her eyes blazing with anger. "Well I do worry about money Ana, because unlike you I don't have a rich grandmother who left me millions…and I certainly don't want to become a charity case. Don't worry I'll manage to take care of my baby…" With that she turns around walking out of the bathroom. I'm stunned and her words hurt. Sure, she is in shock, but I only wanted to help her.

I quickly throw the empty cartons from the pregnancy tests in my bag and leave the bathroom. Before I walk into the kitchen, I put a smile on my face. Here we go.

"Hey there you are! Finally!" Elliot booms. "Cake! Cake! Cake!" he is slamming his hands on the kitchen counter yelling for cake. He is a little kid himself.

Christian is eying me closely. "You all right?"

"Yeah…I'm fine." But you are becoming an uncle because Megan just found out that she is pregnant and she is freaking the fuck out.

"Sis, where's Megan? I thought dickhead here told me that you were in the bathroom together? What the hell is that anyway? Why do chicks go to the bathroom together?"

"Megan isn't here?" I ask looking around in the kitchen.

"Elliot…I…I think Megan left…she was quite upset…"

"She has been acting weird for a few days now…" He brushes his hands through his hair.

"What's wrong with her? Did she tell you?"

"Just go and find her…she can't be far…I thought she was coming back in here, but apparently she had another idea…go Elliot please…"

I practically shove him to the front door.

"Ana…fuck what's wrong? You're scaring the fuck out of me here!"

"Elliot you can't drive…" Grace says sternly. "You've had too much to drink…"

"Come Elliot, I'll take you." Christian offers. He turns to me and looks at me with his intense stare.

"Will you be all right baby?"

"Sure…I'll wait here okay?"

"Love you…"

"Love you too… now go…"

Surprisingly either Carrick or Grace mention Megan's disappearance. Thank God for that! Instead Grace offers me her delicious chocolate cake which we eat in comfortable silence.

"How is Mia doing?" I ask because the silence is just too much. My minds is drifting off to Megan, and how she has to be feeling right now.

"Oh she calls every now and then." Grace replies smiling. "She sent me some pictures of the apartment she is sharing."

"Can I see?"

"Of course darling, let me get my phone…" Gracefully she stands from the chair and leaves the kitchen.
"Ana…" Carrick starts hesitantly. I lift my eyes to meet his. "Is Megan ill?"

"No" I shake my head to emphasize that she isn't sick. Just pregnant.

"Good." He answers relieved. He takes a piece of chocolate cake but keeps staring at me.

Just when Carrick wants to ask me another question Grace comes walking into the kitchen, smiling.

CPOV

"Ana, just tell me what that was all about" I demand. Ana is combing her hair while I'm pacing the room.

"I promised to Megan I wouldn't Christian, please don't make me break that promise." I can see that she is struggling to keep this away from me, so I don't press any further. We didn't have to drive very far before we found Megan, she was at the end of the driveway. We then almost had to force her to get in the car. She looked like shit, and even though Elliot begged her to tell her what was wrong, she didn't. She didn't cry, she didn't yell…nothing. She was staring blankly out of the window while I drove them to their apartment. Not knowing what the fuck is going on and why Megan was so upset is killing me, so I try again.

"Did my brother hurt her?"

"No"

"Is she sick?"

"No"

"Fuck Ana…"

Without uttering one word Ana comes walking up to me and firmly plants her hands on my chest.

"But she said something to you that upset you am I right?"

"Yes, but she didn't mean it. She was feeling…" Ana looks around the room, looking for the right word. "Out of control…the Megan I know doesn't have a mean bone in her body Christian…you know that."

"Out of control?"

"Please Christian…please…don't make this harder than it already is. They need to work something out. I'm sure Elliot will tell you as soon as he is ready…" Her face crumbles and she sneezes again. Fuck. Is she getting sick?

"Are you feeling sick Ana?" She laughs. She is laughing at me. Again.

"Are you asking me if I'm feeling sick because I sneezed?" She asks in this high pitched voice.

"You sneezed twice Ana. Once in the car and now again…"

"You're sweet Christian. But to answer your question, I feel perfectly fine." Pushing her hands through my pajama pants she squeezes my butt.

"How late are we leaving tomorrow for work?" She asks softly. I have to admit. She is good. She is really good. Her hands slowly moving to my front where she runs her fingers against my cock.

For a split second my mind goes blank and the only thing I feel are her fingers. She pushes my pants down until they are lying at my feet.

Without breaking eye contact she kneels down in front of me and starts licking my balls. "Oh fuck…"

"What time are we leaving Christian…?"

"You can't stop now baby…" I whine. She licks my cock from my balls to the purple looking head until she envelops her perfect mouth around it at sucks…hard.

"Oh fuck…"

"How late Christian…" Her hands are holding my ass. Her fingernails softly digging into the flesh.

"Eight…Eight o'clock…"

"We are leaving together for work at eight o'clock?" She hums against her dick. The vibrations shooting directly to my brain, craving for more.

When I don't react right away, she leans back and just stares at me. Amused. Daring. Cocky.

"Yes…yes you and me together baby…but please…you can't leave me hanging like this…"

A triumphant giggle escapes her beautiful mouth and she takes my cock back into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. "Oh fuck Ana…that feels good baby…" I flex my hips and start fucking her mouth.

One of her hands move to the base of my dick where she presses lightly. My hand finds her nipple which I start squeezing through the thin fabric of her night gown. She moans making the sounds reverberate from my dick to my brain. And just as I'm about to explode the shrill sound of my phone sounds through the bedroom. Ana tenses and immediately releases my dick. "Pick up the phone Christian." She is still sitting on her knees, her blue eyes urging me to fucking move. But I can't move…how in hell does she think I'm able to move? Fuck! I was so fucking close.

"Christian, that's probably Elliot…"

"Fucking cock blocking son of a bitch. I'd better be good…" I mutter.

"Grey!" I snap.

"Mr. Grey, I'm sorry to disturb you, but your brother is standing downstairs…probably intoxicated."

"I will be right there Sawyer…" I end the call and brush my hands through my hair, roughly pulling at the ends.

"It's Elliot, he is downstairs at the lobby. Sawyer thinks he's drunk."

"Well hellooo" Elliot slurs as he comes swaying into the great room. His shirt hanging out of his pants. He has a large damp patch on the front of his shirt and his knuckles are bloody.

"Elliot" Ana whispers. "What have you done?"

"If it isn't…the happy couple…" Squinting his eyes he looks at both of us. He then closes and opens his eyes a couple of times and shakes his head. "Fuck for one moment I thought there were four of you!" He holds three finger up in the air. "Two Ana's I can handle…" he hiccups and grins. "Two dickheads would be the death of me…" He sniggers at his own joke and makes his way to the couch bumping his leg against the table.

"Elliot what happened?" Ana is standing next to him with the first aid box in her hands.

"Get me something to drink little brother…not water…something strong…"

"Elliot what the hell happened" Ana asks again, her voice rising with every word.

"Fuck Ana…don't scream…it hurts my ears…" He touches his head and then clumsily points at his ears. "I have very sensitive little ears little sis…"

"Christian get me a wet cloth." Ana says while inspecting Elliot's hand. "Elliot Grey, I'm going to count to three and if you don't tell me what happened…" Ana is quiet for a while.

"Then what?" Elliot provokes her smugly.

"Then I will have to call Grace…"

"No…no…no you can't call Grace…promise me Ana…" He whisper-yells.
"I'm not promising anything until you tell me what happened that caused your hand to look like…like this…"

"I am going to tell you, just give me a minute… Ana…" Elliot drags her name out, annoyingly so.

"Now Elliot!" Ana demands.

"Demanding little thing you have on your hands Christian…" he slurs again. Sober Elliot is funny a drunk Elliot is annoying as fuck.

Ana slaps the wet cloth against his face making him look at her in complete shock. "Aw Ana…you hurt me…" He rubs his hand on the place Ana just hit him with the cloth and sits up straighter. That is, he is making an attempt.

Then my brother starts laughing hysterically. "Do you know how we called Grace when she started to count to three?" He is trying to focus his gaze on Ana, but he is failing miserably. He can barely keep his eyes open. "How did you call your mother Elliot…" Ana says rolling her eyes. Bad habit baby, but understandingly considering the circumstances.

"A MOMSTER!" He shouts.

"A momster?" Ana asks while trying to hide her smile.

Elliot is still laughing when he stops all of a sudden. Probably realizing why he is sitting on our couch.

"The cab driver was a real son of a bitch…" he starts and he looks with his droopy eyes to Ana.

"I was just having a drink …and he told me to get the fuck out of his car…" His voice falters and he coughs making Ana cringe.

"Anyway…" he holds his finger in the air. "The fucker threw me out…and I told him to business his own mind…" Ana giggles. He just stares at her frowning. "I told him to own his…"

"You told him to mind his own business…" I finish for him. "Fuck Elliot just tell us what fucking happened man…"

"He was a fucker…" He grins. "I tried to hit him, but I ended up hitting his car…and now I have a boo boo…" he pouts and then drops his head against the couch.

"Where is Megan…?" Ana asks softly while she sprays some disinfectant shit over his knuckles.

"Megan…Megan…my sweet Megan is sad Ana…and mad…let's not forget terrified…"

"Why is she mad Elliot?"

"Because…because I'm going to be a father Christian…can you believe that. I knocked her up…"

"What?" I boom.

"And you are sitting here, drunk out of your stupid mind, while your pregnant girlfriend is …where? Where the fuck is Megan Elliot?"

"Home…she doesn't want to see me…she wanted to leave…she even packed her bags…"

He leans back against the couch with his eyes closed. I've never seen my brother like this. Sure I have seen him drunk, but never the combination of drunk and utterly broken.

Ana is looking at me, tears brimming her eyes.

"Call Megan, Ana…tell her Elliot is here."

Ana leaves for the bedroom to get her phone. I walk to the kitchen to get Elliot a bottle of water from the fridge, hopefully to sober him up.

When I return he's fast asleep. Fucking Elliot.

Ana comes walking in with the phone in her hands. "Megan is worried about Elliot. She promised me she isn't going anywhere. Megan realizes that they need to talk." She sighs.

"I offered her to spend the night here, but she refused. She said she needed some time alone…"

"Let's go to sleep baby…" I say grabbing her hand.

"We can't leave him here…" She says. "Why don't we take him to one of the guestrooms?"

"Ana, my brother is completely drunk. There is no way in hell I can get him upstairs being like this."

"I suppose you're right." She admits sadly. "Come one let's sleep…" She says making her way up the stairs.

Sleep? Sleep? I don't fucking think so.

"I hate to disappoint you baby, but no sleeping…just yet…"

She lets out a squeal when I suddenly throw her over my shoulder and quickly make my way to our bedroom.

"Now where were we?"


A/N: I know you are all very curious to what that old lady told Taylor. That will be addressed in chapter 5. A lot of you have also asked if Ana is pregnant…well if I told you that…please have patience. Thank you for reading.

Take care!

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