Thank you all for your favs and follows. It has been noted that not all of you are happy with Ana revealing to Frankie that Christian is his father. Also, some of you are not happy that Ana did not "go off" on Christian for showing up at her house and Carrick for bringing Christian to her house. I would not have Ana "go off" in front her child. My husband and I have NEVER argued in front of our children and we've been married for almost 17 years. As always, all characters belong to E. L. James and all mistakes are mine.

Well, the shit is about to hit the fan and I needed more time with my son before I revealed to my family, especially my mother that I have a son. Mom is frozen in her spot on the porch.

"Mom, are you ok?" I hear Mia ask. Mia is the last person I need over here, now.

"Christian, what are you doing here? Daddy?" Mia looks between my mom, dad and I as Ana steps out from behind me.

"What's going on? A-Ana…"

"Hi, Mia."

"ANA! What are you doing here?" Mia ask, gathering Ana in a massive hug.

"I live here."

"No way! You're our neighbor?" Ana might as well designate Mia a room, in her house, especially when she finds out Frankie is her nephew. Mia adored Ana. They became close while we were dating. Mia even stayed with Ana, one summer, while we were still at Harvard.

Elliot will be happy Ana is back too. No one loved pestering Ana the way Elliot did. He views Ana as he does Mia and he's almost as protective of Ana as I was. He's in New York on business, but I make a mental note to call him tonight to let him know what's going on.

"Christian, did you and dad know Ana lived here? We have so much to catch up on. Oh, I'm so happy to see you. Can I sleep over, tonight?"

"Mia, Ana and Frankie are just moving in. She still needs to unpack…." Dad starts saying.

"Who's Frankie?" Mia asks.

"Me. I'm Frankie." He says stepping from behind Ana.

"Oh my! Aren't you a cutie." Mia says getting on her knees to look at Frankie.

"Ana, are you babysitting?"

"Uh, no Mia. Frankie is my son." Ana tells her.

"You have a son? Oh wow. He's so handsome. Hi Frankie, I'm Mia. Your eyes are the same color as my brother Christian, and your hair is…your hair…." She stops and looks up at me.

It would be funny if not for the gravity of the situation. However, you can see when the lightbulb goes off in Mia's head.

"Frankie, this is my daughter, Mia. She's your father's sister and your aunt." My dad tells her.

"Hi, I'm Franklin, but you can call me Frankie." He says extending his hand to Mia.

"Oh, what a cute little gentleman you are." Mia says engulfing him in a hug. Poor kid.

We hear a throat clear and turn back to mom still standing in the doorway.

"Is anyone going to invite me in and introduce me." Mom haughtily asks.

"Grace." My father says sternly and she knows exactly what he is saying by the tone of his voice.

Ana walks into another room and comes back a minute later with a broom and dustpan. "Oh, Ana dear, thank you for cleaning that up. I'm so sor…." Mom is cut off by Ana pushing the broom and dustpan into her hands.

"There's a garbage can on the side of the porch." Ana says as she turns away and walks back into the house.

I can tell that my father wants to laugh, but if he does not want to sleep on the couch tonight, he'll hold it in. The look on Grace Grey's face is priceless.

"Frankie," My dad says, "that lovely lady there, sweeping your mom's porch, is my wife and your grandma."

Mom cleans up her mess and empties it into the garbage can, as instructed by Ana. The look on her face is anything but pleased. I don't think I have ever seen my mom with a broom in her hands.

"May I come in?" Well, wonders never cease. Grace Grey does have manners. They just need to be pull out of her.

"I guess." Ana says. "Please close the door behind you."

~xXx~

We're all standing in my foyer as Grace closes the door.

"Well, who is this handsome gentleman." She says smiling down at Frankie.

"Frankie, this is your grandma, Grace." Carrick says to him.

"Hi." He says as he walks up to her and extends his hands.

She gets on her knees and hugs him while kissing his cheeks.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet boy. You are so handsome. I am so happy to meet you." She says as she holds his face in her hands.

"Well, this was not how Frankie was supposed to be introduced to you all. I planned for everyone to come to my office, at noon, tomorrow." Carrick says.

"Ana is the new District Attorney and her office is in the same building, around the corner, from mine." He says proudly.

"Well, since you're all here, why not come into the living room." I am just ready to get this over and get Grace and Christian the hell out of my house. Also, the living room is the only fully unpacked room besides our bedrooms.

"District Attorney? Wow, Ana that is impressive." Grace says giving me a smile as fake as the white of her teeth.

"Yes, apparently I know how to behave well enough to get accepted into Harvard Law School and pass the bar."

The slight grimace lets me know she knows Christian told me what was said. No longer able to meet my glare, she diverts her attention to Carrick.

"How is it that this is our first time meeting our grandson? Christian did you know about this?" She asks.

Let's hear if mama's boy tells her everything. He clears his throat and looks at me. I roll my eyes and begin to speak.

"Oh, yes Christian knew. Didn't you, Christian?" Just then, Dani comes in and I ask her take Frankie outside to swim.

"Yes, mom I knew. It was the day before graduation and you and I had just had our conversation about my trust fund and starting GEH." He says.

Realization dawns on her face as she looks at him, then looks over at me.

"W-Well, why didn't you tell us Ana was pregnant?" She asks.

"Because when Ana told me, I was not very receptive. I was still reeling off the conversation you and I had and I said some very mean things to Ana."

"Oh, Christian. You and your quick temper." Grace says.

"I told her that you were right about her only wanting my trust fund and to be a trophy wife. You told me Ana and I needed a break, mom. You said that is the only way you'd consider giving me money from my trust fund. You said I needed someone who knew how to behave in public. I told you Ana was not like that and you said her dad probably raised her to get what she could from someone with money."

I gasp when he mentions Ray. I didn't know Grace felt that way about me. She was always nice and kind to both Ray and me.

"Mom, I can't believe you said that about Ana and Ray. I thought you liked them. Why did you use Christian's trust fund to make him break up with Ana?" Mia asks with tears in her eyes.

"I-I-I think you misunderstood what I said, Christian." Grace stammers as her eyes shift to everyone in the room.

"Grace, I'm very disappointed in you. Our parents didn't raise us to be snobs." Carrick says to her.

"I'm not going to sit here and let you all point the finger at me. I didn't hide a baby from you all these years." She says rising to her feet.

"I TOLD HER TO HAVE AN ABORTION, MOM! I also told her if she had the baby I would sign over my rights."

Mia gasps as she places her hand over her mouth. The tears start pouring down her face.

"Look, I think we've overstayed our welcome. Let's all go home, rest and get together, as planned, at my office on Monday." Carrick says diffusing a tense situation.

"Can I stay, please?" Mia asks.

"Mia, Ana and Frankie need time to themselves." Carrick says.

"No, it's alright. Mia, you can stay. I'm sure your energy rivals your nephew's energy." I tell her.

"Can I spend the night? I can run next door and grab some clothes."

"Sure." I laugh at her.

"I'll be right back." She bolts out of the room and out the front door.

"You'll never get rid of her, now." Carrick says hugging me.

"I'm going to go say good bye to my grandson. Can I stop by tomorrow and take him for breakfast?"

"He'll love it, Carrick." I tell him.

Then there were three, I think to myself and Christian, Grace and I are left in my living room. Grace breaks the silence, first.

"A-Ana, I…"

"You can leave my house." I say as I walk towards the front door to open it for her.

"Please close it as you see yourself out." I tell her as I walk towards my kitchen. I hear the door close as I begin putting away more of my glasses in the cabinet.

I hear footsteps getting closer to the kitchen.

"Ana, can we please talk for a minute?" Christian asks me.

"No, but you can follow your mommy and leave my house." I tell him with my back still turned.

"Please, Ana. I have some things I need to say to you."

"And you're under the impression that I give a fuck what you need, let alone give two shits about what you want to say." I turn around and stare at him.

"Ana, I just need you to understand that…"

"I just need you to understand that I give no fucks. You never have to talk to me, ever again. As a matter of fact, Carrick can be the go between if you need, or want to see Frankie."

At that moment, Carrick enters the kitchen to see Christian and I in a stalemate.

"Why don't we take a minute to breathe and calm down." Carrick says removing the glass from my hand.

"Christian, why don't you go say goodbye to your son. I told him we'd take him for breakfast, tomorrow morning."

He finally relents and walks out back.

"Ana, I'm sorry that today turned out the way it did. I should have called you first to see if it were fine for me to bring Christian over."

"No, Carrick it's fine. I knew they were going to have to meet eventually."

"I had no idea Grace and Mia would stop by, today. I knew they were talking about baking cookies to bring over and welcome you to the neighborhood, this morning." He smiles.

"Carrick, if Christian wants to see Frankie he needs to go through you. He has no need to contact me for anything. You, Mia, and Elliot are welcome here anytime."

"I understand, Ana and we will not overstep. We will go at your pace." He says as Christian makes his way back into the house.

"Well, I guess we'll go as I have to take Christian back home. I'll see you tomorrow, sweet girl." Carrick says as he kisses my cheek.

"See you tomorrow." I tell him walking him to the door. I open it in time to see Mia bouncing up the steps with her overnight bag.

"Mia, don't get in the way and don't get on Ana's nerves." Carrick tells her.

"Goodnight dad. Bye Christian." Mia says as I close the front door.

~xXx~

"I have never seen that much hate in any one person." I say to my dad.

"Christian, how did you expect Ana to react towards you, or your mother?"

"I didn't expect that." I say shaking my head.

"I have no clue who that Ana back there was." I say raking my fingers through my hair.

"Christian, a lot has happened since you last saw Ana. How exactly did you expect her to receive you, or your mother?"

"Did you expect her to run to you with open arms and forget the hurtful things you said to her? You hurt her, broke her heart. You were absent, from her life, during a time when she needed you the most. You missed her pregnancy, the birth of your son, his first step, his first words, first birthday, potty training."

"What do you want from her?"

I have nothing to say as I take in what my dad just said. I would be upset with me, too. Placing my face in my hands I shake my head.

"Give her time, son."

"Time to what, figure out how to poison me and make it look like an accident?!"

"Don't be so dramatic, Christian." He says laughing at me.

"I'm glad you can find the humor in this, dad. Ana hates me. Did you see the way she was looking at me? I was afraid she was about to throw that glass at me."

"I'm sure she would have if I hadn't come along." He chuckles making me roll my eyes.

"Now, I have to tell Randi I have son. I'm not sure how that is going to go over, especially since she does not want children."

"What?! Randi does not want children? Why?"

"She does not want to mess up her bought for body." I tell him as he pulls in front of Escala.

I have never heard my dad laugh as hard as he's doing, now. He is gasping for air.

"Usually, it's Elliot who amuses you. I'm so happy I'm able to make you laugh in his absence."

"I'm sorry, son. Well, good luck with telling your fiancé about your son." He says patting me on the back.

"I'm heading home to deal with your mother."

"Yeah, good luck with that." I tell him.

Walking into the lobby, I'm stopped by the front desk manager with a package. After signing for it, I make my way to the elevator. I glace down at the package and see it's yet another package for Randi. She has no problem spending my money, though she has her own trust fund. She and Ana are like night and day.

Me having money made Ana nervous. She hated me spending money on her. She could cook and would prepare some of the best meals. I still have not found anyone's lasagna who rivals hers. She was always thinking of others and doing for others.

Randi does not cook and will not learn. She's used to people waiting on her. She's used to being spoiled and pampered. She will not lift a finger to help anyone.

I walk into the bedroom and see her putting away more clothes in the closet.

"Hi, babe." She says walking over to me and kissing my cheek.

"This package came for you." I tell her as I hand it to her.

"Oh, this is a little something I ordered for our wedding night." She says batting her lashes at me.

"I thought you already ordered something for the wedding night?"

"I did, but I saw this and liked this more."

"Randi, I need to talk to you. Please, have a seat."

"Christian, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

"Remember the girl we saw that night? The new District Attorney?"

"Yes, the rude chick who said her name was no one?"

"Her name is Anastasia, Randi. Ana and I used to date at Harvard. We dated up until graduation day."

"Ummm…. ok?"

"Randi, I'm a father. Ana and I have a son. I knew she was pregnant, but the day she told me I lashed out and told her to have an abortion."

"So, she had the baby without your consent? Can't we sue her? Does she want money for this child? Oh my god, is she blackmailing you? Can't Carrick have her thrown in jail? We need a paternity test."

"Randi, I had no right to tell her to have an abortion. Ana wants nothing from me. I met my son, today. He's my twin. He's so smart and such a gentleman. I don't need a test. I know he's my son." I say smiling to myself.

"We're meeting at dad's office, Monday to discuss some things regarding my son and visitation."

"Oh, well just let me know what time and I'll be there."

"Oh, umm, you're not really needed there. I can tell you about it when I get home." I tell her. I'm certain her presence would not bring out the warm and fuzzies in Ana.

"Uh, sure." She says.

"I have work to do, in my office" I tell her as I walk out the door.

~xXx~

A son? I did not sign up for brats. I don't want to have my own children. Now, this hillbilly wants to show up after all these years with some snot nosed brat. I'll be damned if she thinks she's going to come in and take my place, or take Christian.

"Well, we'll see about that Miss District Attorney. You don't want to fuck with Miranda Devereaux." It looks like I'm going to have to pay Anastasia a visit on Monday.

I pull out my burner phone that I keep hidden in a Louboutin shoe box. Christian's dumb ass has never been too concerned about my clothes, so I know he'll never look in here and find my phone

Hey babe, I really need to see you tonight. I may need you to take care of a little problem for me- R

Anything for you, baby girl. You don't even have to ask. Meet at our usual spot?- B

Give me half an hour. I can't wait to see you ;-)-R

No one will stand in the way of my happiness, not even an ex-girlfriend and her brat. I will be Mrs. Christian Grey and no one will get in my way. I will not share my throne, or net worth with anyone.