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Christians pov

Anastasia has been here all morning we haven't really talked that much. She's very unhappy I can tell. Her eyes are red and swollen like she had been crying. A weird feeling that I've never felt before when it comes to a women washes over me when I see her face in my mind. I feel guilty. I can't help the fact that I can't remember her. I'm not a husband. I'm a CEO and that's it. I do not have love for this woman. I can't… but maybe I can? What if I'm not the person I always thought I was? What if I can have a normal relationship without the dom/sub part… no I'm being ridiculous stop it Christian for godsake. I have to banish these thoughts from my mind as I know I can never change who I am. I'll just give her a cash settlement for whatever we agreed in the pre-nup. I wouldn't have married anyone without a pre-nup I may not be able to remember the last sixteen years but I do remember that I'm a business man. I and Anastasia Grey or whatever her last name was will just go our separate ways.

I'm sitting up in bed flicking through the channels waiting on Anastasia to return with some chicken soup for my lunch she's been gone for over an hour I knew I should just of sent Taylor I'm hungry, for the person who's supposed to be my wife and know everything about me she obviously doesn't know that I don't like to be waiting when it comes to food.

"Oh for heaven's sake!" I shout at myself frustrated that I cant find my blackberry.

"Ssh" A soft angelic whisper comes from the door. It's a little girl I wouldn't say she's anymore than two. She has beautiful soft curls and precious big blue marble eyes. She looks like someone I know.

"Hello can I help you?" She stays silent. "What's your name?"

"Ebe" she answers and starts to giggle it's a beautiful noise and a very familiar noise.

"Are you lost?" The child still doesn't speak and when I call for Taylor she whispers "a-son" whatever that means. He's not answering my calls so I decide I'll take the child out into the hall where her mother most likely is. Its only my fifth time out of bed but I think I can manage. I go to take the girl by the hand but she signals for me to pick her up. I note this is very odd behaviour for a child to act like this with a stranger but I dismiss the thought. The child named Ebe is lighter than air and she smells familiar aswel god this is strange. Im never really around children but yet this doesn't feel weird. When we get out to the hall way the child is smiling and doesn't seem upset to be missing a parent. Children these days. I get into the lift and descend to the first floor where I will leave the child at the lobby with the receptionist they'l know what to do. The elevator doors open into a mess there are police standing talking to my mother and father. Mia is pacing back and fourth while Elliot has his arms wrapped around a young teenager I don't see the teens face.

Whats going on.?

"Mommy!" the child screeches deafening my right ear drum. Well that solves that.

Anastasia stands there tears streaking her face as she strides straight towards us.

She grabs the toddler out of my arms causing pain to my ribs she crushes her to her chest and chest shaking sobs ripple through her body.

"Oh thank god my baby my little baby. Where were you?" she shouts as the sobs echo through the lobby floor.

"Daddy" the toddler says and points straight at me. This. Can. Not. Be. Real.

Anastasia looks up at me and in that moment I don't know what emotion is written across her face. Relief I see mostly relief.

"I don't know where she came from. I mean Phoebe she just walked into my room and I didn't know she was…"

"Phoebe doesn't know how to pronounce her name yet how did you?..." she trails off thinking and to be honest leaves me bemused as to how I did know the childs name.. My childs name? Oh god I have a child. In that moment I don't feel well and know I must return to my room before I faint and frighten the poor thing I turn on my heels and hear Phoebe screech for her Daddy.. Screech for me.

A silent knock brings me back from thinking about the little girl called Phoebe. Ana walks in looking glorious even with puffy eyes, she's a little too thin though and for some reason I don't like it.

"Are you okay Christian?" she asks quietly.

"That's a stupid question Ana" I don't know why I just called her Ana… It just slipped out. I can nearly physically see the happiness spread through her face and body. Then that grim look on her face washes over her and I know there's more unsettling news.

"Just tell me" I whisper pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"I need to know your okay before I tell you I wont have you dying on me" she can be quite demanding when she wants to be. I like that, but I still want to know whats going on and the more she tip toes about it the more mad I get.

"Tell me" I demand going in to Dom mode. That doesn't bother her. "Your making me worry please ju…."

"Ok, ok, You've met your daughter? Yes? And trust me she cant wait to see you again… but your going to have to meet your son before that…" she physically tenses when she says the word son. I have a son, and a daughter. Oh god we better not have an infant.

"What age?" is all I can manage at this moment in time.

"Nearly fourteen… his name is Theodore or ted, teddy and teddy bear for short… he looks just like you…" she shakes her head and comes over to me on the bed. I start to panic… I have children and they know me and I don't know them. Ive missed fourteen years of my sons life. How can I be a father? How can I love them without a heart.

Her hands reach out and grasp my face and I'm not afraid of her touching me her face is now inches from mine. I think she can sense the distress.

"You're a wonderful Father Christian, you love your little boy and girl so much it hurts you sometimes you'd die for them baby" she whispers that last bit and then presses her forehead against mine.

"You're coming home tomorrow and I wanted to see if you wanted to meet Teddy here first?"

"Ana… I'm afraid me not remembering will hurt them… what if they hate me for this?" I realise now that I'm afraid of being a father even though I have been one for fourteen years already.

"Teddy knows you can't remember… he just wants to see his dad to make sure you're real and alive he just wants to touch you and make sure ok?"

I agree even though I'm afraid I know I met Phoebe without fear but that's because I didn't realise she was mine until she was out of my arms. I feel like I'm four again. Vunrable.