I was going to wait to put this up but do to a family issue I am stuck in a house alone taking care of my nieces and I figured hey I have a lot of chapters written already so why not? Here is the fourth chapter I hope you guys really enjoy this and tell me what you think!

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Knocking on the door woke me from my nap with Emma looking down I saw she was still sleeping so I went to go answer it. I took a sharp breath when I saw that it was Christian. What was he doing here? I knew I wanted him to reach out but I was scared he would lash out on me again like in his kitchen. I knew Christian would never intentionally hurt me but this time I wasn't so sure if he even loved me at all so maybe he wouldn't control his anger. Stepping aside I let him into the room. Turning towards him I saw him searching the room relaxing when he saw Emma on the bed.

"She's down for her nap Christian. She'll be up in about 30 more minutes." Nodding he turns towards me with no ounce of emotions in his eyes.

"Then I guess we should talk Anastasia. Why would you keep her from me? Did you think I would abuse her the way my mom let her pimps do to me? Did you honestly think I wouldn't love my own child?" Asking him to lower his voice I realized what he said. Oh god Christian thought I left him because of his past? I knew Christian would never abuse a child ever.

"Christian please don't raise your voice Emma needs her nap and of course not. I know you would have taken care of her! I didn't want to ruin your career Christian! I didn't want you to be pressured in to taking care of her if you weren't ready. You told me time and time again you weren't ready for kids I just reacted on the spot without giving myself a chance to really think things through!"

"Fuck Ana... You know you are stupid right?" Shocked at the name he just called me my eyes fill with tears. Christian was not one to degrade people unless he was really angry. But the truth was I am stupid very stupid for what I did. I ruined his memories with his first child. Memories he could never get back. Seeing me start to tear Christian doesn't even move to comfort me and I start to bawl. I knew he was angry but I feared that he may even hate me.

"Ana please stop crying this isn't about you anymore! This isn't about us anymore! Why are you the one crying when YOU broke me? When you took that child away from her father. Fuck Ana." Shaking his head Christian sits down on the sofa. Realizing he was right I immediately stop crying none of this was about me. Right now this was about Emma. Sitting on the floor across from Christian I clear my head so that I can concentrate on what's important.

"Look you're right this is about Emma. I brought her here so that she could have a father. I wanted her to meet you and you to meet her. I need you to be in her life. She needs a dad. I don't know how we should do this but I think a good place to start would be to just hang out with her and get to know her." Christian scoffs no doubt at the "get to know her" comment. No father should have to get to know their child it just isn't right. Looking around I see Christians face register with disgust at the hotel room. It wasn't the Hilton for sure but it was all I could afford with my budget. Instantly he pulls out his phone no doubt telling Taylor to book us a better room. I smiled to myself because I loved that deep down he still had some type of compassion even if it wasn't for me.

Pulling us from our awkward silence was a tiny soft crying. I looked to Christian to see worry flicker across his face. "Don't worry she just woke up she's just a bit cranky." Getting up I walked to the bed to pick up Emma. Rubbing her tired eyes she looks up at me. I smile and sit her down next to me on the floor. Christian just stares at her while Emma looks towards him.

"Hey you're the man who was yelling at my mommy today!" I stifle a laugh as Emma pouts at Christian. God was this little girl like her daddy. She was very independent and smart. Even at 5 years old she had such a good sense of right and wrong. Christians looks at her with amusement in his loving eyes. I knew already that he was falling in love with his daughter.

"Yes I am sorry about that I didn't mean to scare you." Emma still pouting shakes her head and walks up to Christian. Shocked he looks towards me asking me with his eyes what he should do. Shrugging my shoulders I just look at him with a smile.

"You didn't scware me but you can't ywell at my mommy. That's not nice okay?" This time letting myself laugh I pull Emma towards my lap. Christian just stares at her and laughs loudly. My heart skips a beat at this sound. Oh how I have missed that sound all these years.

"Okay I won't yell at your mommy anymore how about I make it up to you with some ice cream?" Emma instantly jumps up clapping her hands and turns towards me waiting for permission. Laughing slightly I stand up.

"Alright baby girl let's get you dressed and we can go get some food first then ice-cream after okay? You know you have to eat before any sweets." When Emma starts to whine I give her a warning look and she instantly listens. She was a sweet girl but still a child and she knew I meant business. I was loving mom but I was strict as well. I wanted her to grow to be the best she could be. After we got dressed we headed out with Christian. Surprisingly Taylor wasn't waiting outside for us which kind of concerned me. Should we really be eating out with Christian without the proper security with us?

Pulling up to the café across the street from the hotel room I take Emma out of the car. Walking to a nearby table Christian turns towards me. "What would you guys like and don't worry I can pay for this." Rolling my eyes knowing better than to argue with him right now I ask him to please get us two grilled cheeses and water.

Once we sat with our food I could already see Emma getting cranky and I prayed she wouldn't throw a tantrum right now. "But I want soda! Momma you never let me have soda I want soda now!" Turning my chair to face Emma I gently grab her chin to make sure she understood I was being serious. "Emma Grace Steele if you start this right now I will take you back to the hotel and you will be on time out do you understand? I am the adult not you and I said no soda now behave I am not playing young lady." Releasing her I am pleased to see her quietly eating her food. Sighing and rubbing my head I turn towards Christian.

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Seeing Anastasia reprimand our daughter shocks me. I never pictured Anastasia as the strict type. I always thought that was me in our relationship but it was nice to know Emma has had structure and rules in her life. Emma Grace Steele? Why didn't she use Grey? Emma's name should be Grey the thought pisses me off. My daughter doesn't even share my last name but I see Ana used my mom's name which makes me smile. God my mom I know she would be devastated at what Ana did but she would be even happier to know she has a granddaughter. Grace has been waiting for a grandchild from me for a long time. Breaking my thoughts Emma grabs my hand causing both Ana and I to gasp in shock.

"Hey mister do you have a name? Mommy I don't think he has a name." Giggling Emma turns towards Ana as they both laugh I smile but really feel like crying. I know it sounds pathetic but I love this girl so much already. "No Emma my name is Christian Grey." She gasps and looks at me.

"Gray! Like my eyes! I have gra-hey mommy look he has gray eyes just like mine!" Panicking I looked towards Anastasia who just shakes her head at me. I relax my shoulders and laugh it off. "Yes honey like our eyes."

Tearing up I look down at my lap trying to get myself together. My heart flutters at the thought of my daughter having my eyes. Looking at my baby I knew I needed to find a way to keep this child in my life forever.