I went to sleep alone that night.

The next morning, however, I awoke to two strong arms wrapped around me, hands placed protectively on my abdomen, Christian's face burrowed in my neck, and his legs tangled around mine. Pulling back slightly, I gently trace the dark lines under his eyes and learn forward to kiss his nose. He lets out a content sigh, and I somehow manage to untangle myself from his hold. Usually, an act like that would wake him instantly- my Fifty doesn't fancy sleeping alone- but as tired as he's been lately, he hardly notices; just mumbles something and flips over, his legs spread out.

I snort.

Bed hog.

Waddling down the stairs, I notice Gail isn't in the kitchen cooking and smile, remembering its Saturday. Shortly after Christian and I moved into the big house, I decided Gail could use a day off for some alone time. He was hesitant, commenting once again on how I've grown too close to the employees, but nevertheless agreed and that made Gail happy, which made me happy, which in turn, caused Christian happiness.

"Yes," my subconscious agrees sarcastically. "You're just all big happy people, right?"

I groan, remembering the disaster that was last night. Looking back with a clear head, I feel guilty about just giving him the paper like that. I really should have explained better, but the concept of explaining something to Christian is a lost cause.

I waddle towards his office, which holds the closest bathroom at the moment. Damn bladder. Blip has terrible positioning, let me tell you. As I pass his usually so-neat desk, a stack of papers catches my eye. Christian never leaves anything out in the open like that..

Curiosity killed the cat, but I'd rather not die with urine in my pants, so I scurry to the bathroom really quick. As soon as I'm out, I hurry back to his desk and sit in his chair, grabbing the small stack of papers and flipping through them.

Recent background check on a J.A.H.:

Currently has no permanent residential home. Nomadic. Saw on the streets of Seattle on the date of July 18th, 2012 around 8 a.m near Grey Publishing. Male, aged around 40. Baggy clothes and unshaven face. Said to be near 5'11 and commonly fit.

I felt my hands go slack, the papers tumbling to the floor. Fear gripped my heart, squeezing. He'd been watching me. At my own work, around the time I arrived. Around the time I'd been emailing Christian. How long did he know this? Surely not this morning. He'd have issued a whole entire SWAT team to get me back home if he knew then.

So it must've been sometime around Dr. Greene's appointment. It wasn't in the car, he didn't take any phone call.. He did seem a lot more tense when I came from my private session with Greene. Did he get a call then?

Oh, fifty. That would explain the moodiness, his anger. And I did nothing to help it. In my defense, he could have just told me, but that's beside the point now.

Hyde really is back, and I doubt he's searching for forgiveness.

"Hyde's coming for me, isn't he?" I question quietly as Christian hits the last step of the staircase. He turns towards me, still seated in his office, staring blankly at the stack before me. "He's back and he's coming for Blip and I."

Christian stalks into his office, and I brace myself for a lecture. Instead, he grabs my upper arms and pulls my lips to his.

"He won't get to you this time." He promises, pressing his cheek to my hair. "Not what I've finally realized what all I have to loose." He places his hands upon my ever growing baby bump. I cling myself tighter to him, squeezing my eyes shut.

Get a grip, I tell myself. You're stronger than this. You've beat him once before.

"Yeah," my subconscious agrees, being helpful for once. "It's that baby; hormones are a bitch."

Even so, Hyde knows my weakness. He knows the only way he can get to Christian's money is by going through me, and the only way to get to me is by going through someone else that I love. That's where being strong doesn't even matter, because I know I'd throw myself in gasoline with a lighter for my family.

"But you have to fight fire with fire," my subconscious reasons. I pull myself up a little straighter.

Yes, I agree. And Hyde will get what he deserves this time. I don't need Christian Grey to make sure of that one.

I'll do it myself.