All characters belong to E. L. James. Story line is mines :D

The pain is searing, ripping through me, and all-consuming, I feel like I can't breathe.

Keep strong Ana, just put one foot in front of the other, quickly.

"ANA! GOD DAMN IT WAIT!"

I'm running to get to the elevator, but seven and a half months pregnant and in heels it didn't take long for him to catch up with me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. I looked into his eyes; pools of liquid steel, that glittered dangerously. I couldn't really see him as my tears were blinding me. He reached his hand out and placed it on the side of my swollen belly, and rested his forehead on mines. I raised my hand up to his face, trailing my fingertips over his sideburns.

"Ana, I love you baby. I love you so much. Please? I ... I'm so"

I closed my eyes, sucked in a deep breath, exhaled and tapped into a pool of strength I didn't know I had within me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and fought to get the words out. I could feel my heart, break and splinter with each syllable that passed my lips.

"You know how much I wish that was enough."

Tears are streaming down my cheeks and there's no point in trying to stop them from falling. Christian reaches over to me, cupping my face in his skilled hands, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

"Christian, I don't understand why? Why wasn't I enough?" my voice broke, and a sob escaped my throat.

"Baby, please let me explain, she means noth..."

I shot my hand up telling him to stop with his classic cliché excuses. I let out an ironic laugh, whilst shaking my head in disbelief.

"You don't get it Christian. I couldn't give a shit if 'she' meant nothing. Fact is whilst I was at home consoling your daughter because her 'daddy' wasn't there to tuck her into bed last night. She wouldn't go to sleep, Teddy couldn't sleep because Grace was making so much noise, and I ended up having to take them both into bed beside me. Grace cried so bad, I had to comfort her; Teddy was so disappointed that you couldn't take him out back camping like you promised. I had to explain to him that you didn't have a choice, you had to stay in the city to work this weekend, but actually, you let your son and daughter down BECAUSE YOU WERE OUT FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN"

"Ana. Baby please, you know I can't survive without you. I'm begging you please don't leave me."

"Well, you should have thought about that before fucking some other woman! I don't want you in our home. You can stay here with your submissive whore. I'm sure she'll keep your nightmares away."

He flinched at my words but I was beyond caring if I hurt him.

"Luke" I yelled. I'm pretty sure that he was in Taylor's office.

"Yes Ma'am?" Luke asked as he approached. I'm pretty sure he heard everything but ever the professional he tried not to let it show. Luke and I had gotten pretty close, so I could tell that it was taking all his self-control not to knock Christian out. Luke's like the big brother I never had, and means a great deal to me, especially as I trust him with the lives of my children.

"Luke, please take me home. I need to get home for Grace and Teddy. At least they have one parent who gives a shit."

"Ma'am"

"Ana, I'm coming home tonight; and it's my fucking house too. You can't tell me not to come home. You don't have the right to keep me from MY house or my children."

"I DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT? I'VE JUST WALKED IN ON YOU FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO TELL ME I DON'T HAVE THE RI..."

I clutch my stomach as I feel warm liquid gush down my legs, oh no. It's too early. It's way too early. No, no, no, this can't be happening. I grab Luke's arm and reach for his hand as a steel band tightens around my stomach.

"Luke, the baby... she's coming. Oh god, the baby's coming, it's too soon."

"It's okay Ana; I'm calling for an ambulance okay. It's going to be okay just keep breathing. You need to stay calm."

Luke leads me over to the sofa and helps me sit down. Christian is still standing, just staring at me, his eyes wide with panic. I am sitting trying to concentrate on keeping my breathing even when another contraction hits. I yell out in pain which snaps Christian out of whatever daze he was in, he comes over and kneels in front of me

"Ana baby it's going to be alright, help's coming just hold on."

I'm riding the contraction out and gritting my teeth. Once the pain subsides again I find my voice. I am in agony and absolutely terrified for my baby, but I don't want him anywhere near me. It's his fault that this is happening.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me."

He stands up; his jaw taught and gets his blackberry from the breakfast bar. I presume that he's calling Grace.

"Mom ... you need to get to the hospital, Ana's gone into labour. Where? ... Great… alright. I'll see you in a few minutes then"

"Ana, my mom's just around the corner, she's coming to help us okay. She'll be here soon."

"Well, you should probably get your whore out of the house then!" I said with as much venom as I could muster. Luke walked back into the great room and sat in front of me. Tears were drowning me, I couldn't speak. I just grabbed his hand as another contraction hit. I squeezed as hard as I could as the pain started to subside.

"Wow. I didn't think you had that much strength Ana. You know I really need the use of my hands for my job, like for shooting a gun."

"Sorry Luke, but it really hurts. This isn't happening. It can't happen! What am I going to do if ... if."

"Enough of that talk. You and the baby will be just fine Ana."

I just nodded in agreement. Grace and the ambulance arrived at the same time. Grace accompanied me in the ambulance as I didn't want Christian anywhere near me, but I suspect he is following behind with Luke.

"Ana, can you tell me what happened, before your waters broke?" Grace asked. I just looked from her to the medics and back again, and shake my head. She takes my hand and holds it till we get to the hospital.

I am in private side room and have a monitor strapped to my stomach, and an IV on the inside of my elbow. Grace has patiently sat waiting for a moment to be alone. The nurse makes some notes on my chart and tells me to give them a buzz if I need anything, then leaves.

"Ana darling, what happened?" Grace asks quietly. She is sitting on the edge of the hospital bed holding my hand in both of hers, stroking the back of my hand with her thumbs. I take a deep breath and try to say the words, but I can't get them past the lump in my throat. I'm just about to speak when there's a soft knock on the door and the nurse peeks her head in.

"Mrs. Grey, your husband's here."

Christian walks into the room, his hair sticking all over the place, probably from running his hands through it repeatedly. I give the nurse a quick smile that doesn't touch my eyes and she closes the door, going back to her duties. I can't look at him. So I look to Grace,

"Grace, will you please get him out of this room. I don't want him here."

"Ana please, I'm sorry okay! I fucked up, like always. I'm begging you please don't shut me out. I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." both of his hands are in his hair

Tears are falling down his face, as they are on mine.

"Sorry? For what? Doing what you did or are you just sorry that you got caught?"

"Christian, I think you better go. You being here is spiking Ana's blood pressure and she doesn't need any further complications. I don't know what's going on with you two but maybe it's best if you wait in the family room down the hall."

He looks utterly desolate, and looks to his mother once again.

"Keep me updated, I'll be in that room if you want to talk Anastasia."

"Don't hold your breath."

I close my eyes and sob. Grace sits back down beside me and rocks me back and forth. Another contraction hits and she helps me through it. Telling me to breathe, and reassuring me. It passes, but they're getting closer together. Shit. I keep forgetting how much this hurts.

"Ana, I understand if you don't want to tell me what's going on but don't worry, I'll stay with you okay. I'm not going anywhere darling" she says as she strokes her hand up and down my back rhythmically, I sob into her neck and nod. I take a deep breath as she sits back and looks into my eyes.

"Grace, I don't even know where to start. I don't know what to do."

"Oh Ana, sweetheart. Just start at the beginning."