As expected, Fifty was livid.

"I want you in the house at all times," he growled into the phone as we dropped Kate off. "Don't even fucking think about stepping one foot out of that door until I'm back, security or not. I mean it, Ana."

I rolled my eyes, tilting my head to the side in aggravation. "Jack Hyde isn't going to show up at our house, Christian. That's not his style."

"Oh, really?" He snapped, his tone cold. "It's more of his fucking style to lure you out of the house, isn't it? Honestly, Anastasia.."

"Don't take that attitude with me!" I fought back, my anger escalating with my hormones.

"I have a right to!" He shot out. "A mentally ill girl and shows up to tell my wife that a previous stalker who tried to murder her and my child is out to get them again! What the fuck do you expect?"

I stayed silent, pondering this. Typical Fifty, replacing helplessness with anger. He's halfway across the world, and there's not a thing he can do about it. I felt my anger diminish quickly.

Oh, Fifty..

Christian took a ragged breath on the other line before speaking, albeit more softly this time. "Stay in the house, please. I'm going to see what I can do about this. I'll be home tomorrow. Expect to have me in our bed when you wake up."

"I like you in our bed," I mumble, playing with some lint on my sweatpants, my bottom lip poking out.

"I like me in our bed, too," I can almost hear him smiling on the other end. He let out a strangled sigh, an almost tired sound. "Keep Blip and yourself safe, Ana. And please, please don't do anything to put you two in danger. Listen to Sawyer, and let Gail look after you. I'll be home soon."

"Blip and I love you," I mutter shyly, glancing at the two guards, Gail, and Mia. Gail, Bennett, and Luke at least have the decency to pretend they didn't notice, but Mia let out a soft coo.

"I love you both," Christian responds softy. "I'll be with you shortly, Mrs. Grey."

"Can't wait, Mr. Grey."

"Oh, Ana," Grace rushes out and embraces me before I'd fully gotten out of my seat. I stifle a laugh and hug her back. Of course Fifty would call and inform them. I shake my head.

"Are you okay?" she stood back, looking at me questionably. "Blip?"

"Both fine, Grace," I respond, smiling reassuringly. "I'm sure Christian over exaggerated the whole ordeal. He usually does."

"Jack Hyde getting parole is hardly a small fret, Ana." Carrick speaks from behind Grace, his arm around Mia. He looks at me worryingly. "Can you tell me everything Lelia said, word for word?"

"Carrick." Grace scolds. "Can we get inside at least, please?"

"Yes.." he mummers distractedly, his mind somewhere else. "Yes, let's go inside."

I turned around and told Bennett to drive Gail home and wait for the two new guards and then come back with the car. Sawyer would stay with me.

After we were seated inside, Grace handed me a glass of Orange Juice and I smiled thankfully. Blip sure does love oranges; it's been my number one craving these past seven months. I told Carrick my story, and he listened intently. Nodding at the right parts, wringing his hands in his lap. When I finished, he gazed at the coffee table.

"There's no way Jack Hyde could have gotten parole, Anastasia." He looked up into my eyes. "No way at all. Christian and I made sure of that." He shook his head, clearly stumped.

"Well, he's done it. He's obviously holding Lelia to something, too." I respond, thinking of the only thing that ties Lelia to Christian: his lifestyle.

"Yes, and it has to do with Christian.." Carrick mutters, thinking. "I'll have to look into this one closely, Ana. Why don't you go home and get some rest?"

I take that as my cue to leave, standing up. Grace elopes me in another hug, and Mia kisses the side of my cheek. Carrick comes over and takes me by surprise by embracing me.

"We will figure this out, Ana." He promises. "This time before he gets to us."

And I believe him.

When Sawyer pulls up to the big house, I immediately feel my bones relax. The thought of my tub, a banana smoothie, Jane Austen, and a shit load of bubbles is exactly what I need right now. I stagger up the steps on the porch and into the hallway, placing my bag on the completely useless table with a few flowers on it.

"Sawyer, can you tell the new guards I'll meet them later?" I question, peering up at him. "I'm in dire need of a bath and a nap, and socializing isn't my strong point at the second."

He smiles. "Of course, Mrs. Grey."

I grin my thanks, practically dashing up the steps and into the bedroom. First things first: shoes off.

I groan at the feeling as I toss the damn sandals across the room, deciding I'm either going to get some maternity shoes or go around with slippers all day long. I check my BlackBerry one last time before standing up and wincing at the pain in my feet.

"Yes," I think as I waddle towards the bathroom, "Fuzzy slippers, indeed."