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Sugar Daddy

Chapter 10

Little Blip

Christian's POV

I can't fucking believe she has the nerve to show up here.

That was my only thought as I grabbed her by the arm and forced her out the door of GEH.

I was beyond pissed. I thought she would take the hint when I refused to answer her many attempts to get in touch with me during the day. I should have known she would show up here.

Once again, I've thought too much of her. I wasn't expecting her to be standing in the lobby. The girl has no shame.

Admittedly, when I first saw her I was pleased. All those old feelings of wanting her that I have been trying my damndest to suppress came crashing back full force. But then my anger took over and I welcomed it. Its better than feeling the sting of her betrayal.

"I'm pregnant," she said.

Of all the fucking things. Of all the fucking schemes I imagined coming out of her mouth when she asked me to hear her out, that one I didn't see coming.

She just fucks me up every single time I see her.

Not that I believe this shit. I don't believe a word that comes out of her mouth.

But the more I think about it the more I realize it could be true. I took her word that she was on birth control and not once did I bother to use a condom.

It was beyond careless.

I take my hand and wipe the thin layer of sweet that has accumulated on my upper lip as her words sink in.

Shit! What if she is telling me the truth this time?

"Christian," she continues on. "I am going to have our baby and you are going to help me whether you want to or not."

And there is the goddamn gold digging ultimatum.

"Fuck!" Is all I can spit out.

I refuse to believe this shit. No way in hell am I going to be a father.

I am pissed off at her coming over here telling me this shit in some last-ditch effort to get who the fuck knows what from me now.

It's the last fucking thing I want to deal with, but she isn't giving me much choice.

"Let's go," I tell her, dragging her over to where Taylor is waiting with his SUV.

"Where are we going," she asks me.

Her legs are moving quickly to keep up with me.

"First, I need to know if what you are telling me the truth about being pregnant, because I really don't believe you are. Second, if you've gone and gotten yourself knocked up, I need a paternity test done," I tell her.

"Right now?"

"Hell yes right now," I bark at her. My patience is wearing thin. "You are not going to saddle me with a kid that isn't mine just because you've been slutting and gold digging around with who the fuck knows."

"Wait a second," she says, yanking her arm away from me. "We can't do a paternity test this early. It might hurt the baby."

"How convenient for you," I accuse her. "But I'm not giving you a damn penny until I have proof that this baby you are supposedly carrying is mine."

"Christian, I didn't come here for any more of your money. I came here trying to do the right thing-"

"By making demands on me."

"By telling you something you needed to know. This isn't about us. This is about our baby. I am just trying to do the right thing for once in my life and think about someone besides myself."

"You are a piece of fucking work, you know that?"

"Fine…that's fine," she says. She hides it well, but I know I've hurt her feelings. Like I should give a fuck. "I already told you, I don't expect you to believe me."

"Good. Then let's go get the paternity test," I demand of her.

"Forget it."

She puts her hands up in surrendered frustration and starts to walk away.

"Where the fuck are you going," I call after her.

"To my apartment," she responds over her shoulder. "I'll call you when the baby is born. You can have your paternity test then and not a minute before. I'm not risking the baby over your crap."

I can't fucking believe this mom of the year scam she has going on right now. If she was really pregnant with my kid she'd be bending over backwards trying to prove it. She'd have just hit the gold diggers jackpot.

I pull at my hair in frustration, getting into the back of Taylor's car.

I don't know what to believe about this latest bomb she just dropped on me. I'm struggling under the weight of it. There are too many damn factors to consider: Is she even pregnant? Is it mine? What the fuck am I going to do if it is mine? If she is even pregnant.

One thing is for damn sure: She is not about to saddle me with some damn kid. This is her shit. She needs to deal with it.

I take out my phone and call my lawyer. I pay his ass enough, now it's time for him to prove he's worth bankrolling.

"Mr. Grey, to what do I owe-"

"There is a woman I've been in a relationship with," I tell him. "She's now claiming she's pregnant. I want nothing to do with her or that kid. Do whatever you have to do to make this shit go away. Her name is Anastasia Steele."

I give him no more information than that as I hang up on him.

Taylor clearing his throat gets my attention.

"What," I say to him.

He clearly overheard the exchange with my lawyer. Judging by the way he is gripping the steering wheel and the slight push of the gas pedal. I can tell he is not at all happy with me right now.

"It's not my place to comment, Sir."

"Damn right it's not your place," I tell him.

As pissed off as I am, I may just fire his ass if he opens his mouth about this current fuck- up I'm in.

Goddamnit. She is determined to ruin my life.

…

It took some effort on my part to finish the dinner Gail had prepared for me.

I spend the rest of the evening in my home office with a bottle of bourbon, contemplating ways on how I can get out of this mess with Ana.

Just when I thought she was out of my life, she comes right back in again. This time she bringing a special form of baggage. At least eighteen years worth if she's telling the truth.

No way. No fucking way am I putting up with her for eighteen goddamn years. No fucking way is this kid mine. How the hell do I know she's telling the truth when she says I'm the only man she's been with. So, what if I took her damn virginity. I don't know who she's been with since then.

I go back and forth with it all night with no resolution.

Finally, drunk off my ass and having enough of it, I throw the empty bottle of bourbon against the wall and go to bed.

My sleep is riddled with nightmares, but its nothing new.

I'm that four-year-old boy again hiding under the crack whore's bed from her pimp.

"Where are you, you little bastard?

The sound of his footsteps make me so afraid I wet myself. He finds me, like he always does. He grabs me by the arm and yanks me out from my hiding place.

"Mommy! Mommy help me!"

I cry for the crack whore but she doesn't come. She never comes.

I wake from the dream screaming in pain. I can still here the sizzle of the cigarette being put out on my chest.

The smell of burning flesh makes me sick. I head to the bathroom to put water on my face in an effort to calm down.

The dream has shaken me to the core.

If that baby Ana is carrying is mine, there is no way in hell I'm letting him to be raised by that gold digging slut.

I've finally made up my mind.

...

Ana's POV

"How did it go with Christian," Ethan asks as soon as I open my apartment door.

"About as well as I expected," I tell him.

"That bad, huh?"

"Worse," I say plopping down on my couch. "He didn't believe a word I said and then the minute he realized it might be true, he demands a pregnancy test right then and there. He was practically dragging me off to see some doctor."

"No doctor would do a paternity test right now."

"With his money and influence? He just might find that one."

"Damn."

"I know."

"What did he say when you refused?"

"I didn't refuse. I told him I would call him when the baby is born to have the test done then."

"Good. That will give him a chance to let it sink in."

"Not good. He just thinks I want money. I don't think the idea of actually being a father to the baby ever entered his mind and if it did, it's not in a good way."

"Give the guy time. It's not every day you find out you're going to be a daddy with a girl you want nothing more to do with."

"Always the voice of reason," I say to him put out. I was about to tell him where to go when the doorbell rings. "What now?"

"Anastasia Steele," the person asks of me.

"Yes."

"You've been served," he says, handing me a legal size manila envelope.

I take it back to the couch, open it up and read it.

"Ana, what is all that," Ethan asks me.

"There from Christian, "I tell him of the papers. "He's filed a restraining order against me."

"You can't be serious? Why the hell would he do that?"

"I guess he didn't like me showing up and GEH. I guess he doesn't want me showing up again. It says we have to go to court."

Ethan takes the forms from my hands and reads them.

"This is bullshit," he says. "And here I was defending the guy."

"Maybe I should call him."

"No, you can't. You have to leave him alone, or risk breaking the restraining order."

"What is the point of it? I'm not harassing him. I told him I wouldn't even bother him again until after the baby is born."

"I don't know, but it's a jack-ass move. You are carrying his kid and he pulls this. I don't know what his motivation is to go that far. Obviously, he just wants this all to go away."

"A baby just can't go away. Maybe he just needs time to process it. He just found out."

"Getting a restraining order doesn't sound like he'll be coming around to the idea soon, Ana."

"No, but I don't want to raise this baby alone Ethan. He deserves a great dad."

"You won't be alone. You'll have me. And the baby will have us both. He will be just fine."

"Yes, she will," I counter with a tease.

"Another blue-eyed beauty in my life? I like the sound of that."

"Well good because if she is anything like her mother, she is going to be a handful."

….

I groan, pulling the covers from over my head. I thought I was going to get to sleep in this morning. The baby had other ideas and for once, I am starving.

I go and raid my fridge, but come up with a lonely yogurt sitting way in the back under the light bulb. Next to it is a carton of milk. I sniff it, gagging from the smell before putting it back in the fridge.

I hear Ethan's knock and rush to the door.

"Yes, my hero," I say to him. He comes in empty handed and I look past him thinking maybe he left the food outside. Nothing. "Where's breakfast?"

"At the restaurant and that is where we are heading," he tells me. "Get dressed."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I say, going to find something to put on.

I settle on a sundress since its warm out.

"There she is," he says, checking me out. I spin around to give him a better look. "HOT."

"You lie," I tell him. "But keep it up."

...

Christian's POV

"Where is she," I ask Sawyer, before he can even acknowledge that he's answered my phone call.

I sent him over to Ana's place early this morning and he's just informed me that she went out in the company of some fucker who lives in her building.

"They just sat down at Manhattan's Grill," he informs me.

I show up just in time to see Ana and some blonde enjoying themselves in the lounge area of the restaurant.

"It could be a boy, you know," I hear him tell her.

I can't believe this asshole knows she's pregnant. He obviously knew before I did. The thought of her sitting with him discussing what is supposed to be my child angers me to no end.

Whatever the hell my plan was on the drive over here, it is all shot to hell now as my temper takes over and I stalk up to them.

The fact that she is sipping on a goddamn cocktail pisses me off even more, but I hide it well as I confront her.

"Are you fucking drinking alcohol, Anastasia," I spit at her. So much for hiding it well.

She turns her head at the sound of my voice.

"Christian," she says my name. I have completely taken her by surprise. She looks at her drink on the table and then looks at me. "It's a virgin Cosmo."

"And what business is it of yours anyway," the blonde comes to her defense.

"Another victim?" I gesture to him with my head, never taking my eyes off Ana. "Are you conning him too. Is he the one that knocked you up?"

"No, that honor goes to you," she comes back at me.

"What are you even doing here, man," the blonde continues to address me. "She is court ordered to stay away from you, but that works both ways, you know?"

That got my attention.

"What the hell is he talking about," I ask Ana.

I refuse to speak to this idiot, but I do sympathize with him. Not too long ago I was under her spell. I don't know how much money he has to offer her, but I would have given her the fucking world if she would have just cared for me a little bit.

"The restraining order you filed against me," she explains. "I got the papers yesterday."

"And now here you are in her face today," the blonde boy interrupts her. "Who's really stalking who?"

"Ana, I never told anyone to file a damn restraining order," I tell her.

"Well, someone did," she says.

"Shit," I say to myself out loud, remembering the conversation I had with my lawyer.

"Full of it," the blonde says to me. I've had just about enough of him. I finally turn in his direction.

"Christian, please don't make a scene." Ana stands up to stop me.

"Then get rid of him," I tell her. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm not going anywhere and neither is Ana."

"Its okay, Ethan really," she tells him. "I'll go with him. You stay and enjoy your breakfast. We'll talk later."

I raise an eyebrow at him for winning this pissing contest. Not that I still want the prize.

We both watch as she walks out. I move to follow her.

Fuck, she always has a way of making me follow her.

"Was all that really necessary, Christian," she starts in on me once we are outside. "How did you even know where I was?"

She eyes Sawyer sitting in his SUV before I can answer her.

"That's just great," she says, starring at him.

"I need to know if you are really pregnant," I tell her.

"Of course, I am. I had a doctor to confirm it."

"How far along?"

"I don't know," she sighs. "I need to make an appointment to see the OBGYN."

"Then let's do it now." I lead her to my car.

"Its the weekend," she reminds me.

"It doesn't matter."

"What about the restraining order?"

"That was a mistake done by my lawyer. I'll take care of it. Now come with me."

She thinks it over for a moment while I wait impatiently.

"Fine." She gives in. "If it will get you off my back."

I smirk at her. She has no idea of how much on her back I will be if this baby is mine.

….

"Who was the boy," I ask, as we sit in the exam room waiting for Dr. Green.

Ana already gave urine and some blood work. We are waiting to see the baby on sonogram.

"Ethan? He's a good friend I met while in school. He's also Kate's brother."

"That's just fucking great. So, are you fucking him too?"

"Well, you don't have to worry because I am no longer fucking you.'"

"Anastasia-"

"Look, Christian can we please not start," she asks of me. "I know that you are pissed at me, but I'm not going to go through this experience we are about to go through with you being like this. Can we put it aside just for a little while until we do this?"

I nod in agreement.

"Well you are definitely pregnant," Dr. Green comes in to confirm. "Let's take a look so we can see how far along."

Ana lays down while the doctor squirts gel on her belly and searches it with the sonogram probe.

"There it is," she says.

Ana and I both squint at the grainy image. We can't see a thing until the doctor points him out.

"That little blip," Ana asks.

I can hear the excitement and the amusement in her voice. I smile before I can help myself.

"Yeah, that's all he is right now," the doctor says. "It looks like you are about 10 weeks along give or take."

"10 weeks," I repeat, trying to remember when and where we were when we had sex 10 weeks ago.

"Do you want to hear the heartbeat?"

Ana and I both nod our heads.

She flips a switch and the room fills with a swooshing sound that makes Ana smile even harder.

"Sounds good," the doctor assures us.

She goes on to say other things but all I can hear is the swooshing of that tiny little heartbeat and all I can see is the little blip on the screen that is growing in Ana's belly.

Our little blip

I know in my heart he's mine. Deep down, I've always known.

"I'll give you both prints of the image," the doctor says, cleaning Ana up. "Is there anything else you need?"

"When can we have a paternity test done," Ana asks her. "Is it safe to do it while I'm only this far along?"

"That won't be necessary, Ana," I tell her.

She looks at me slack jawed. My sudden 180 degree turn has her confused.

"Good," she the doctor says. "Because it would not be advisable."

I nod.

"Now, your bloodwork is fine. Your iron is a bit low but it says here that you started on prenatal vitamins,so that should bring it where it needs to be. I can give you a list of foods. There are things you need to avoid."

"That won't be necessary doctor. I have a cook that is well versed," I tell her.

"Terrific. See my nurse on your way out. She has the prints for you."

"Thank you, Dr. Green."

…

"Christian, I really need that list of foods," Ana frets, as we sit in the back of Sawyer's SUV looking at the sonogram picture. I'll have someone pick up my car later. "I need to know what to eat. I can't remember everything my doctor told me over the phone."

"Gail will prepare your meals."

She sighs. I know she wants to argue, but she says no more about it.

"What made you finally believe me about the baby?"

I shift uncomfortably at the question.

"You may be a lot of things that I hate Anastasia," I tell her. "But the one thing you aren't is a…whore."

Images of my crack whore mother comes flashing into my mind at the mention of the word.

"Well, that's something at least," she says, faking a laugh.

Sawyer pulls into Escala and opens Ana's door to help her out.

I escort her to the elevator.

"Christian, why are we here?"

"You haven't eaten," I remind her. "I had Gail stay over and prepare you something."

We ride the elevator in awkward silence. The zing I still feel for her hits me full blast in this tight space making me roll my eyes at myself.

All these weeks I've spent trying to forget how this felt with all the woman I fucked in her place. It only takes 5 seconds with her in a damn elevator to blow it all to hell.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I look at her. She stares back at me with her eyes wide and that bottom lip captured in her mouth.

Before I can take a step toward her, the elevator opens up letting a cool blast of air in, bringing me back to my senses.

"You really didn't have to go through the trouble," Ana tells Gail, as she sits at the breakfast bar.

"No trouble at all, Ana," Gail says to her and I wonder when did they get on first name bases. I guess Ana spent more time here than I realized. "I am just finishing up."

"Oh God," Ana groans, when Gail puts the plate in front of her. She covers her mouth to keep from throwing up. "What is it?"

"Liver and onions," I announce. "I insisted that she make it. Its very high in iron."

Ana looks at Gail who shrugs apologetically. She warned me when I texted her that it wouldn't be the best thing to offer Ana at this stage in her pregnancy but I wouldn't hear of it. The doctor said she and the baby needed iron and this is it.

"I'll give it a try," Ana tells Gail. "Your cooking is always amazing, but please don't take offense if I run to the bathroom."

"I completely understand," Gail assures her.

...

I smile, pleased as Ana takes the last bite of her liver and then scrapes the juice from her plate. Its good to see her eat.

For the baby, of course.

"That was really good," she says, surprised.

"I'm glad you liked it," I tell her.

"So, you worrying about my iron levels," she asks tentatively, trying to gauge my mood. "Does that mean you will be a part of the baby's life?"

"You told me I didn't have a choice, remember?"

"I'm sure that lawyer of yours told you that I can only get you for child support. It takes more than that to raise a baby. I don't think I'll be much good at it, Christian. I will try my best, I swear I will, but I just think I'm going to screw it up- screw the baby up."

She whispers that last part and it softens me for just an instant. Just long enough for me to formulate a new plan.

"I was prepared to take the baby away from you if it was mine," I confess my old plan to her.

"Christian-" she starts to panic. She is well aware that I could do it if I wanted to. I wouldn't stop until I succeeded.

"But when I saw you today, the way you looked at our little blip on the screen and how you were when you heard his heartbeat..."

I stop to take a breath. Because this new plan I've just come up with is downright insane.

"I don't know if I would be any better at parenting, Ana," I continue on. "The idea terrifies me."

"We could do it together," she says, hopeful. "Balance each other out. A baby needs both parents."

"I think so too," I agree. "But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to agree to be my wife."

"I...Your what?"

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