Chapter 7

A/N: As always thank you to Carol for putting up with me

Carrick POV

"Don't fucking contact me ever again! I suggest you make yourself disappear."

I honestly believed I had dodged a bullet when my hand was forced into betraying my son. I had stopped thinking about what I had to do, until Christian became a father. It has just brought everything back up to surface. Everyone believes I am being an ass towards Ana and cold towards my grandson, but in reality it's me showing my guilt. I don't deserve to feel happiness or anything right now, because once my son finds out, I will be out on my ass and no longer involved with my family.

About a year and a half ago, I was representing a very dodgy man on a robbery case. What I thought was a simple open and close case, turned out to be more complicated than I would have ever thought. It turns out the case was fake. They just wanted to get to me to get to my son. They wanted to stop Christian's potential business takeover.

I know what everyone would think, just go to the cops or speak to Christian and get his help. The reality of the situation is I was left with no choice. They threatened to kill Grace and Mia and Elliot. I had a clear plan that has now ended in my son having a child that he had no idea existed, until recently. The guilt is eating away at me and after the phone call from that dumbass Kavanagh kid my life is now hanging in the balance.

The plan was simple, get Christian photographed doing something that could shed a dim light on his business. So that the company he was trying to buy would lose interest in allowing him buy it. Simple right? I knew Ethan was having financial troubles, as he picked up some bad habits in his time training to become a doctor. I told him all he had to do was be at the same place as my son and try and put him into a bad situation where his sister, who is a journalist, could take advantage of.

Of course, he didn't tell his sister anything about this. It was just going to look like she got the scoop of the year by being in the right place at the right time. Little did I know, he was going to drug a poor young woman that my son would end up having sex with and bringing a baby into this world.

I run out of my office and past my wife, as I'm going to throw up. I spent the rest of the night in and out of the bathroom. I eventually calm down, until I get an alert on my phone about Christian being involved in a bar fight, followed with pictures of him knocking that Kavanagh kid out cold. Fuck! I need to pack a bag and get out of here, as Christian will soon find out. If, he hasn't already.

Please, may God and my family forgive me for what I have done. I manage to avoid Grace long enough for her to be asleep. I decide to quickly pack a bag and leave a note to say I had to leave for a case. I hope my absence will help me not have to face what I have done. Before I head out, I go into Christian's old room where my grandson is now sleeping soundly. I kiss his little head and tell him how sorry I am for everything and that I love him.

CPOV

By the time Elliot left and I had spoken to my staff, Ana had fallen asleep. So, I guess making her feel good will have to wait until our date. Wow! Our first official date it's crazy, as we already have a child together and we've never been on a date. I'm going to take Ana out for the entire day tomorrow, and we're going to make up for lost time. I know we can't replace what we both missed out on, but I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure we never miss a thing again. I sent a message to Taylor before getting to bed to make sure Ana has clothes for tomorrow and to step up security for while we are out.

I'm enjoying laying in bed with Ana snuggled into me, but I still can't stop thinking about everything that happened tonight. I want that Kavanagh fucker to be taken out. I inwardly laugh at myself because I sound like some gangsta.

Ana seems a lot less stressed about it than I am, but I think she's just putting on a brave face. I'm fully aware of how I'm feeling, but something tells me that she is feeling worse than I am and I want to make it all go away.

Before falling asleep, I decide to send a text to my mother to see if she can cancel her plans for tomorrow, so Ana and myself can pick Chris up. I don't think we want to spend anymore time away from him. We can have a family day and then I will take Ana out for the evening, after Chris is asleep. I'm sure Mrs Jones won't mind keeping an eye on him while we go out to eat. I know Ana will be happier having a family day together rather than be away from Chris.

I must've fallen asleep and not realised it as I awake to my hand down Ana's panties rubbing her. I can see her head flung back and she looks so sexy and happy.

"MMMM baby, not that I'm not enjoying watching you like this, but how did this happen?"

"You were touching me in your sleep, and I was enjoying it too much to stop you. I helped guide your hand to where I needed it and here we are. Faster, please."

Fuck! This so sexy. I love that she knows what she wants and is willing to make it happen. Watching her come was so euphoric for both of us. I guess now I know what she looked like when we had sex, and I made her come. Well, I hope I did. Shit, thinking about that night will just ruin our morning. I need to snap out of my train of thought quickly.

"Your turn, Christian." I hear as Ana pulls me out of my thinking.

"Baby, I would love nothing more than for you to please me but we have to get showered and ready, as we are going to pick our son up."

I see the panicked look on Ana's face as she believes something is wrong. Shit! I should use more words when explaining something. I'm so used to using little words as possible to get my point across to people, I need to change my shit.

"Baby, don't worry I texted my mother asking her if she could cancel her plans, as I want to have a family day with my woman and our son."

"So, I'm your woman now, am I?" She asks as she jumps out of our bed.

"Fuck yes! You are baby."

We share a shower, in which I get the best hand job ever. Fuck me! She is an addiction I never want to be free of. After a very quick breakfast, we're on our way to pick up our little boy. I must admit I'm overly anxious to see him. I don't think Ana and I will want him to be away from us too much. I don't even get a chance to open Ana's door for her, as she's out of the car before I even get a chance to take the keys out of the ignition. I guess Momma bear is feeling his absence the most.

Ana waits for me at the front door as she rings the bell. She is practically bouncing up and down. The door swings open and Ana runs in before giving Gretchen a chance to move out of the way. I never liked her anyway, so I don't worry about Ana's lack of manners at the moment. As I reach the kitchen, I can hear my boy making all kinds of noises, and I know he's happy to see his momma.

I give my mother a kiss on the cheek to greet her and thank her for having Chris, but I can sense she is worried about something. But, I forget about that once I hear my little man cooing for me with his hand opening and closing. That's how we know he wants you, when he does that with his hand. I can't believe he will be six months old in a month's time on my birthday. I could not ask for a better birthday.

I start to think of all that I have missed and all that I could still be missing, thanks to that fucker. My inner thinking is cut short when I feel Ana kiss my cheek, and she tells me to stop over thinking as it's giving her a headache. I love the way she calms me and makes me feel whole.

"Christian, I think Grace isn't feeling so good today. I know we had a family day planned, but how about we stay here for a while and maybe introduce Chris to being in the pool. I was going to wait until he was six months old to do it, but I figure as the pool here isn't public and it can be heat controlled, he might enjoy it. Of course, we would need some stuff."

I guess it's not a bad idea as the weather is nice and would be fun for the three of us to have a first memory together. I text Taylor and ask him to pick us up everything we need. I tell my mother the plan and it seems to lift her spirits. The day goes really well, but I can't help but want to question about where my father is. But, I will be honest it's nice to not have his bullshit around.

Ana and I say goodbye to my mother and head back to Escala. I've got an outfit waiting for Ana, as I plan to take her out for dinner. Chris will be asleep. I know Gail and Taylor won't mind keeping an eye on him. Apparently, parents shouldn't feel guilty about living lives outside of the home. So, I read in a baby book to him before we leave. I've decided to wine and dine Ana tonight and hopefully get to spoil her.

Ethan POV

So, this is what I'm now reduced to, staying in some flea bag motel while everyone I know lives happily ever after. Ok, yes...no one will be feeling bad for me, since I've done wrong. But, am I really the big bad wolf in all of this? I've fucked up my whole life, all because I turned to medicating myself due to long hours and being in a very stressful environment. I should feel sorry for myself, right? It's not like I forced Ana to have sex with a guy. I didn't pray to the universe for her to get pregnant. Why the fuck am I taking all of the blame in this?

I bet Carrick Grey is playing happy family, right now. While, my entire family believes that I'm some drug using rapist wannabe. Well, I'm not standing for any of this! I'm going to tell the world what that so called Dad of the year has done. Why should I be the only one to go down for all of this?

I'm not sleeping well, which I think is making me go a little crazy. I think this motel is filled with hookers and all kinds of shit that is loud. All I keep hearing is women obviously faking it and doors slamming all night long. I'm not too concerned about what's going on around me. My room has not been affected and I'm pretty safe for the most part. I finally start to feel relaxed, when I hear a door being kicked in. Oh, I feel sorry for whoever's room that is happening in. I never realised it was my room until I was grabbed out of bed.

"What did I tell you, you littler fucker? I told you to get as far away as you can. Not stay outside of the city. I guess you being easy to find made things easier for me. Boys grab him, bag him, and let's go."

Before I realise what is going on, I'm in the trunk of a car. Fuck! I guess now I understand the phrase "AND I FELT THE COLD CHILL OF DEATH UPON ME". I know I'm not going to make it out of this alive.