Author's Note: Hi everybody! I'm so glad you guys are still with me here. This is just a filler chapter to get us to the next point. For that reason I'm giving you guys this midweek in addition to the new chapter this weekend. I hope everyone will enjoy the choices I have made, but not everyone will. Keep in mind that this story is HEA. Thank you all for reading!

Ch 6

I'm laying in bed and it's Friday morning. If you would have asked me last week, I would thought the most important thing going on this week would be the book launch later today. Now, I'm contemplating motherhood, and my husband hasn't spoken to me in 12 hours. He said he had to eat in his study, and it's been radio silence since then.

What am I going to do?

I can't do this without Christian. I need my husband. I can't raise a child without my husband, while still living with and loving my husband.

Maybe he just needs to process this. Christian doesn't except change well, and this is a major change.

I hope he can wrap his head around this fast, because I don't want to be forced to make this decision on my own.

I drag myself out of bed, dressing in professional but comfortable clothes because I will be very active today. I pull my hair back into a sleek ponytail, applying minimal makeup. In fact, I only apply concealer to the dark circles under my eyes.

I walk to the kitchen, and I see Sawyer waiting for me.

"Hey. You ready for a fun filled day?" I ask him sarcastically.

"Absolutely." he smiles

Gail emerges and asks me what I would like for breakfast.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna make Luke take me to my favorite bagel place. I think I need a little indulgence to get me through the day." I tell her. I may as well have one thing make me happy today.

I follow Luke out the door.

Here we go.

CPOV

"Grey." I bark into my office phone.

"Sir, this is Welch. I have the information you requested." I hear from the other side of the line.

"Good. E-mail it to me." I order and hang up.

I can't comprehend all of what Ana told me last night. A kid. A real life fucking kid. Some stranger named Ana the guardian of her baby. There is no way we could raise a kid. I mean Ana would be a natural, but me? I'm too fucked up to raise anybody, let alone a little girl.

Fuck! A baby girl.

I search my email, looking for one from Welch. I find it and open it, perusing what he found out.

I start reading a background check for Jessica Daniels. She seemed like a sane person, so why would she name a stranger to take care of her kid? Where's the father?

I don't find out much from the background, but I move on to the child's records. I made sure that Welch black out her name: I want info, but I don't want to know more than Ana.

The girl seems to be a typical, healthy baby. It says that her father is deceased as well. Again I don't pry more without Ana.

I search though all the documents that Welch has sent me, and I still feel like I have no answers.

I can't be a father. Ana can't take this child. She is only twenty two, she can't be ready to me a mother. Maybe I can tell her that we can talk about kids after five years if she wants to me a mom. Not that my mind will have changed by then.

Maybe I can pull some strings to assure the child will be placed in a forever home. I know that every child deserves to be adopted, and an orphaned little girl is no exception. I may not be able to give her the home she needs, but I am Christian Grey, and I am sure that I can find her someone to give her what she needs.

I hear my phone signal a message: It's from Ana.

Hey, hon. Just wanted to remind you about the launch party tonight. I hope you are still coming as my date. xx

Fuck! The launch party. I completely forgot. Of course I will go, but I'm dreading having to talk to people politely when I feel like my world is in an uproar.

I text her back

Hey, yourself. I'll be there. What time do we have to leave Escala?

Her response is immediate.

The party starts at seven. I have to be there by 6:30 to check everything. See you at home. xx

I think about going though the entire night with the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head, and decide to take control back.

Would it be possible for us to meet that lawyer today?

I guess so… do you want me to call him?

Please do. I'll make whatever work.

I sit there staring at the text screen, waiting for those little dots that tell me she is typing.

How long does it take?

I gasp when I see the dots appear.

Mr Jones has agreed to meet us at 3. I can leave then, and go home to get ready after. Is that fine?

Absolutely. I'll meet you there.

I look at the clock on the wall: 11:37. Good, this will be over in less than four hours.