Christian opens the door for my most recent visitor.

"Is Annie awake?" I hear.

"Daddy!" I exclaim before Christian can answer. Christian moves to the side to let my dad in the room. "Dad?! What…why…" I start confused as to why he is currently in a wheelchair.

"Oh Annie! Don't you worry about me, but to put your mind at ease I was in a minor accident. I'm fine. How are you doing sweetheart?" Dad says, though he looks like he is anything but fine.

Christian excuses himself to make phone calls and to give my dad and me some privacy. Dad does most of the talking while I eat my soup. He lets me know that he is currently admitted into the hospital here as well. He tells me that mom has called him every day to check on me. When I asked if she was coming to see me, he let me know that she was just here to see me for my birthday. My birthday?! My birthday has already come! I didn't even think to ask anyone what day it was.

My dad leaves my room after he notices I can hardly keep my eyes open.

"…my fault!" is the first words I hear in a hushed angry tone as I am regaining consciousness. It's Christian. I try to stay still so that he doesn't know that I am awake. I can feel him pacing and possibly running his hands through his hair. It's odd how my body is so in tune with his.

"I shouldn't have walked out on her when she told me about the baby. She lost trust in me; that's why she didn't tell me she was being blackmailed and is now lying in the hospital bed not knowing who I am." What? He doesn't want the baby! No, he was so happy when he was talking to the baby earlier; he definitely wants the baby…I think.

I can't tell if he's on the phone or if he's just talking to himself. He sounds so tortured, and he blames himself for all of this. I should really stop eavesdropping.

I open my eyes. He's still pacing and not on the phone. I slowly raise the bed so that he'll know that I'm awake now. He's at my bedside in an instant.

"I'm sorry baby! Did I wake you? It's early you should be still sleeping", he says.

I look at the clock that reads 2:42am. "You should be asleep too. Why are you awake?"

"I don't need much sleep" is all I get.

"Well since we're both awake…can we talk…I mean, since we are always getting interrupted and haven't had a chance to talk…"

"You are so cute when you ramble." I know I am blushing a bright red right now but lucky for me the lights are low, so it's not too embarrassing.

"Uh, well, I wanted to know about the...um…baby. I mean, like, how far along am I? I stutter.

"When you last had a visit with Dr. Greene, which was 4 days ago, she said you were 4-5 weeks. By the way, Dr. Greene was one of the phone calls I made, while your dad was visiting, to see if she could come by in the morning to do another ultrasound before you are discharged. You are scheduled to be discharged tomorrow…well, today now, in the afternoon."

I nod in assent.

"So, you said earlier…it's a boy." I say seeking confirmation.

"Well, I don't know it's a boy, but I have a feeling…but I will be happy either way as long as he or she is healthy." He says smiling. And what a beautiful smile it is.

"Then my due date is in May, correct?" I mentally calculate.

"Sexy and smart; I'm a lucky man." He smirks. He's playing with me. I like playful Christian.

I want to ask him about his earlier unknowingly confession, but I don't want to ruin his mood; I also don't want him to know I was eavesdropping on his private thoughts. I will have to leave that for another time.

We haven't been talking long, but I'm starting to feel fatigue again. I also need to use the bathroom. I nervously ask Christian if he could help me to the bathroom; to which he happily agrees. Before I can protest, he has lifted me from the bed and is carrying me to the bathroom.

"Christian!" I yelp. This is totally unnecessary.

"Ana, it is my job to take care of you, and it is totally necessary". Oh, I didn't realize I voiced that last thought. "And don't pout!" he adds.

After I've settled back in my bed, thanks to Christian carrying back from the bathroom, I fall back asleep.

It's a little later in the morning when I wake, ready for breakfast. Christian, again, has a homemade meal prepared for me.

After I've finished my breakfast, I am introduced to Dr. Greene. We share pleasantries as rubs gel on my stomach. She apparently has been filled in on my situation regarding my memory loss because she repeats what Christian told me last night about when I went to her office last.

Starring at the screen with Christian holding my hand, tears start to rolls down my face. I can't believe that this actually happening…I'm pregnant! Of course, I already knew that, but actually seeing it for myself is makes it real. I didn't know how I would feel when I saw the baby, but I am glad it is all positive…for Christian's sake and mine. I love this baby already! I'm all over the place with my emotions right now.

"Ana, are you okay? I thought this would be a good idea…so maybe you can feel connected to the baby again…"

I raise my hand to stop him from talking.

"Christian, this was a perfect idea. I do feel a connection with the baby. It feels…real" I voice my earlier thoughts to him. He relaxes and wipes the tears from my eyes. We are lost in each other's eyes, when Dr. Greene clears her throat. Oh, right, we're not alone.

I'm blushing and Christian's smirking, while Dr. Greene starts to give me instructions and my follow up appointment.

It's almost time for me to be discharged when I realized I haven't asked another important question.

"Christian, where am I going to stay, if I don't live in Portland anymore?"

He looks at me as if he's waiting for me to answer my own question. Oh!

"So…where do we live?" I ask slightly blushing.

"Escala."

Escala is absolutely gorgeous, but I feel out of place here. It's so…huge! Christian gives me a tour of the penthouse.

"You have a library?!" I ask in shock and excitement.

"We have a library, and it is also your office." He tells me. I go further into the room. I run my fingers over the covers of the books…

"First Editions?"

"Of course." He says in his smug tone.

I continue exploring, running my fingers on the mahogany desk. I take seat in the chair behind the desk and just enjoy the feeling of this room, my favorite room in this palace, belonging to me…albeit overwhelming.

We travel through the rest of the penthouse in relative silence except for the occasional explanation of each room from Christian. I noticed he skipped a room. I wonder if I should ask about it. Why not, it's my home too, now. It wouldn't hurt to know what's in that room, right?"

"Ana, I don't think you're ready for this room yet. Can I please just show you another time….or let you remember on your own?" Now, he has definitely piqued my interest.

"Just open the damn door Christian!" I say a lot stronger than I meant.

He has a strange look on his face, and he's staring at me like he wants to say something.

"…please" I add because he's making me feel shy with the looks and the staring.

He runs his hand through his hair and takes the key to the room out of his pocket. It was like he knew I would demand to get into the room. He slowly opens the door.

OMG!