No more secrets Chapter 10, a fifty shades trilogy fanfic

Chapter 10

APOV

I really don't like to dance, but dancing with Christian is quickly becoming my new favourite pastime. He moves so gracefully, gliding across the floor, it's easy to follow him, and this song, these lyrics, are screaming everything he means to me. We're not promised tomorrow, so I'm going to love him, like I'm going to lose him. We continue to dance, gently swaying back and forth, while looking into each other's eyes and smiling a secret smile.
We're both so content, he's holding me close, and I'm playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. I know the night hasn't necessarily gone smoothly, but no one has been physically assaulted by Christian, and Taylor has not been sent on some arbitrary mission to deal with anyone, so I am classing this as a win. I know Christian well enough to know when he's reached his limit, and having Cooper here, along with other men, is bound to bring out Christian's possessive side.

Christian has me practically attached to his body during our dance, it's like we're one instead of two. I think he's being part possessive, part show off at the moment, but I am loving every second of this. I think Christian has hinted about us being in a relationship about a million times tonight. I'm not sure if anyone has caught on, but he just can't help himself, and he is just too darn adorable. I shocked myself earlier when I went all sex kitten in Christian's bedroom. I can't believe I did that, but I couldn't control myself any longer, and he brings out a side of me that I had no idea was even there. What is it about this man that has me acting this way? I'm caught up in this magically moment, dancing with Christian, but then I feel him tense and quickly look around us. As I follow his gaze, I realize all too late what is going on, and all of a sudden, I hear screaming. I don't have any time to react when I hear loud bangs. We fall to the ground, I feel pressure, and everything goes dark, pitch black.

CPOV

"NO! ANA! BABY!" I'm screaming as I hold her limp body close to mine while we lay on the dance floor. The pandemonium is over, but the lighting is out and the Coping Together guests are running from the scene so it's still a congested mess. I don't dare take my eyes off of her, I know Taylor and Sawyer will take care of anything. Everything happened so quickly, but I know Taylor had his gun aimed at the shooter, while Sawyer ran towards Anastasia and I. Sawyer tackled us to the ground at the same time I threw myself on top of Ana. Both of us men ended up on top of Ana to cover her, though Sawyer was trying to cover us both. I don't know why she's unresponsive now. Oh god, did we hurt her, or was she shot, or... I don't want to think beyond that point.

"Ana! Baby, please wake up!" I beg her, frantically searching her body for any signs of injury, but I can't focus. Why is she not responding to me?
I continue to call to her, begging her to wake, but it's coming out a jumbled mess so I don't even know what I'm saying. I don't give a fuck how loud and incoherent I'm being, I just need my girl to wake up and show me those big beautiful blue eyes I love so much. I'm in so much pain seeing her unconscious, I need her to wake and relieve me of it.

"Christian, let her go." I didn't even realize my mother is now on the floor with us.

"No." I grip Anastasia tight so no one can take her from me.

"Come on, son." She gently tries to coax me. "I need to check on Ana,"

"No, mum, I wont let her go, I can't." I sound more like a scared child than a powerful man.

"Please, Christian, listen to me," My mother continues, but I tune her out.

I feel my dad and Elliot grab me, pulling me away, while my mom takes Ana from me. Instead of fighting against them, I weakly fall into Elliot's arms, sobbing. This is the first time I've cried since I was four years old. I can feel Elliot's body tense, and I know he doesn't know what to do because I've never initiated affection like this, never hugged him before, but I need him.

"She's going to be okay." Elliot finally responds, but the uncertainty in his tone cases me to lose whatever control I had left. I don't know if it's because he's unsure of where to touch me, that his touch isn't bothering me, or if it's because he's unsure if Ana will be okay, but my mind chooses the latter.

"I can't lose her, Lelliot, I just can't."

I feel more arms around me, and realize my father and grandfather have joined us. I need to be with Ana, I need to check on her, so I remove myself from their hold. They try to pull me back, to keep me away from Ana, but I'm not letting them keep me from her any longer. My mother is still on the floor with her, and Ana is still unconscious. The way my mother looks up at me makes my heart stop.

Oh god, no. Please, no. Don't say it. Please, god, don't let this be happening.

"Mom," Is about all I can croak out as I sink to my knees. "Please tell me she's okay." I beg her.

"Christian, Taylor has called an ambulance for her. They're on their way." She avoids answering my question as she tries to reassure me.
An ambulance is good, right? Or maybe not, does that mean she's been shot? She's alive, although injured, that's why we'd need an ambulance, but she's not waking. What if she never wakes up? What if the ambulance doesn't make it here in time? Oh god. My hair is being pulled within an inch of it's life right now by both of my hands.

"You need to breathe, Christian," I hear my mother's stern voice bring me from my thoughts, "Calm down, sweetie, okay? Ana was not shot, but I'm guessing that she banged her head when she was tackled to the ground. She needs to go to the hospital so they can check to make sure everything is okay."

Oh thank god, she's going to be okay, or is she? Did she bang her head too hard? Will she wake up? I can't help overthinking the possibilities.

"Mr. Grey," I look up hearing Taylor. "The police would like to question you about the events that took place tonight."

I didn't even realize the authorities have arrived. When I look around, I see them everywhere. Sawyer is being questioned, along with a few witnesses.

"No. No, Taylor, I can't deal with that right now."

I never wanted my staff to see me vulnerable, but right now, I don't give a shit. I'm a mess, all my hard earned control has flown out the window, but I don't give a fuck about anything in this moment, not even what happened to the shooter, all I care about is Anastasia. Taylor nods, understanding as he sadly looks down at Ana. I know he has a soft spot for her, but it's more of an avuncular vibe. I'm holding Anastasia tight, she feels too cold so I take my tux jacket off and place it over her body to keep her warm.

"Wake up, baby," I plead with her, stroking her face.

I lean down to kiss her when she does respond.

"Please, Anastasia, show me those big beautiful blue eyes that make my heart melt."

"Christian, the paramedics have arrived," My mother announces, and asks me to move aside so they can get to Ana, but I can't move.

"Come on, bro." Elliot helps me to stand when I show no signs of moving.

Before I leave Anastasia's side, I place my lips to her forehead, giving her a gentle kiss. The paramedics get to work right away. I can't see what they are doing to her, and I can't see her well with them in the way, which only increases my anxiety. It's not long before they have her on a gurney, ready to wheel her away, to take her from me.

"Where the fuck are you taking my wife?!" I shout, trying to get out of Elliot's hold. I'm literally five seconds away from laying him on his ass if he doesn't let me go. I know he's only trying to help, but he's keeping me from my Ana. I'm sure he will forgive me if I do, due to the circumstances.

"We need to take her to the hospital, sir," I know that! "You can ride along with your wife in the ambulance if you wish."

I'm not sure why he's referring to her as my wife, but Elliot has released me so I don't put too much thought into it as I rush to Anastasia's side and hold her hand.

"I'm here, baby." I assure her as I follow the paramedics to the ambulance.

In the ambulance, the paramedic in the back with us is asking me medical questions, regarding Anastasia, as well as her health status. If she's allergic to any medication, any know allergies, her blood type, if it's possible she could be pregnant. I'm so thankful in this moment that I know everything there is to know about her, and I know damn well she's not pregnant. I'm still unsure why he's referring to her as my wife, but when he places a temporary band around her wrist with a handwritten Anastasia Grey on it, I can't help but stare at the words. I know this wrist band is temporary until she's admitted to the hospital, and it will be easy to clear things up once we get there, but seeing her name with mine is oddly comforting.

It doesn't take long for us to arrive, and as soon as we enter the hospital Anastasia is rushed off somewhere behind double doors, while I'm asked to wait in a waiting area. I can't just sit here so while I'm waiting I organize for her to be put in a private room. I'm given paperwork to fill out on behalf of Anastasia, but before I do, I call Taylor. I know my family wont be too far behind us. Before the call rings once, Taylor walks in, my family following shortly after him, along with Sawyer.

"What's going on, son?" My father asks, "Has anyone said anything?"

"No, dad, nothing. We just arrived, and I wasn't allowed to go back there with her, I was told to wait." I shoot my mom a pleading look.
Without saying anything, or a second glance back, she rushes off to find out what's going on. Now, more than ever, I love her being a doctor.

"Why don't we sit?" Dad suggests, "I'm sure everything will be okay, son, and your mother will check on Ana."

I nod and sit between my grandfather and Elliot.

"Son, everything is going to be okay." My grandfather assures me. "My little Ana banana is going to be fine, she will be kicking our butts before you know it."

"She's mine," I mumble with what little possessive energy I have left. "Not yours, gramps."

"Well, I know she's your girl, son, I think the entire universe knows that by now."

I nod, then I finally begin filling out Anastasia's paperwork that is still in my hands.

"So you want to tell me when this all started?"

I know it's a mixture of curious and keeping me distracted, however, he's right, the secret is undoubtedly out now.

"Well, I think things have been changing with us for a while now," I begin, continuing to fill out Anastasia's paperwork to double distract me. "Yesterday I kissed her, and I freaked out about it, but we sorted it all out, and now we are together."

"About bloody time, son. I was almost losing hope for the two of you ever figuring it out for yourselves."

"Wait." I pause shortly after filling out the paperwork. "You knew that we had feelings for each other?"

"Kid, the whole world knew. I think you and Ana were just slower to catch up to everyone else, not wanting to admit it to be true."

Before I can reply to gramps, I hear my name being called.

"Mr. Grey?"
I glance up, standing and waiting for the man in scrubs to continue.

"You may see your wife now. She-"

"What room?!" I snap, interrupting him.

I rush through doors, after he tells me her room number, and quickly make my way to her. As soon as I enter, I stop and stare at her. She looks so tiny and fragile laying in that hospital bed, still unconscious. I'm not sure how, as I didn't feel myself moving, but I'm at her side and holding her hand in an instant.

"She has a concussion from hitting the floor so hard." My mother, who I hadn't even notice was in the room with Ana, tells me. I feel like shit. This is all my fault, I threw her down, and having Sawyer on top of us didn't help.

"They mentioned you requested a private room so they will move her soon." My mother continues.
She gives my free hand a gentle squeeze before she leaves the room to give me some privacy.
...

APOV

"NO! ANA! BABY!" Why is Christian screaming?
Please, someone help him, my heart can't take hearing him this hurt.

"Wake up, baby," I hear Christian pleading, and can feel him touching my face.
"Show me those big beautiful blue eyes that make my heart melt."

I try so hard to open my eyes for him, but I can't, and soon the darkness takes over.

I feel like I'm floating, moving but not.

"Where the fuck are you taking my wife?!"
Me? Is he

I feel someone hold onto my hand. I know that touch anywhere, it's Christian's hand on mine. It instantly comforts me.

"I'm here, baby." He confirms my thoughts.
I start to feel more tired and sleep takes me once again.

I can feel a lot of movement, but I no longer feel Christian's touch.
'Christian.' I try to call out for him but my voice wont work.
'Christian.' I try and fail again.
Where is he?

CPOV

"Mother, for the millionth time I am not going home, I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying here with Ana."

She's been trying to get me to leave since I started snapping on the hospital staff. Her last argument was she would sit with Ana while I wait in the waiting area, and she would call me the moment Ana woke, but fuck that, I'm not leaving. If the incompetent staff of this hospital knew how to do their job, I wouldn't have to go off on them.

"Alright, Christian," She finally surrenders, I can hear a hint of annoyance in her tone. "There is never talking any sense into you."

I raise my brow as she walks out, heading back to the waiting area where the rest of the family is waiting. I don't want Anastasia's room crowded so I told them I would let them know when she woke. I know my mother thought I couldn't hear what she said, but is she really all that surprised? This is me we're talking about here. Taylor has brought Anastasia's bag, as I requested, so she has been changed out of the hospital gown and into her own pajamas.
Someone knocks on the door, and with Taylor standing guard, I know it's either family or permitted hospital staff.

"Hello, Mr. Grey." Anastasia's doctor greets me as he walks in with a nurse following.

"Do you have the paperwork, sir?" The nurse asks me while the doctor checks on Ana.

I nod towards the counter where I put it, trying not to scowl at her. I know she's not the one who pissed me off, saying Anastasia couldn't wear her personal pajamas, but they're all the same. If this one fucks with me, or Ana, she'll suffer just like the last one.

"Thank you, Mr. Grey," The Doctor says as he accepts the paperwork from the new nurse. "I will personally make sure Mrs. Grey is well taken care of."

Shit! Did I write Grey on her paperwork? I know I was going to correct them when we arrived, I guess I can now, but I don't.
The nurse returns with Ana's official hospital band, and there, in bold letters, reads ANASTASIA ROSE GREY along with all her information they need.
After the doctor and nurse leaves, I run my finger along her wrist band, across her name, across my name.

"Anastasia Grey." Yes, that rolls off the tongue very nicely.
Usually the thought of any type of serious relationship or commitment would freak me out, but this feels right, it comes so naturally and it sounds so good.

APOV

'Christian.' I call out because I can no longer feel him with me, but I receive no answer.
All of a sudden the lights are turned back on.

I'm standing in the middle of the empty dance floor, and I quickly look around, but I'm alone at the event. Nobody is here.
'Christian?' I squeak out this time, more worried than before.
'Turn around,' I hear a familiar voice demand.

I quickly turn around, and see him holding a gun, pointed at me.
What the hell is going on?

'You betrayed me, bitch, you said you never felt anything for him.'

'What are you going on about?'

'Shut up you lying whore! You're fucking him, aren't you?! Do you enjoy it? I'm going to make you pay.'

Before I can say anything he pulls the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
I jolt awake in a bed.
Where the hell am I? What is going on?
I am immediately calmed when I realize Christian is sitting in a chair next to me. His head is laying on me, and he's holding one of my hands, but my other hand is in his hair.
I take in my surroundings and realize I am in a hospital.
Holy shit, the gunshots were real! Am I hurt? I don't feel any pain other than a headache. Is everyone else okay?
Before I can panic, Christian lifts his head up, and those stormy grey eyes are looking at me.

CPOV

I didn't even realize I fell asleep until I felt a jolt wake me. When I lift my head, Anastasia snaps her eyes to mine. My baby is awake? THANK FUCK!

"Baby," I go to apologize for what I've done, but that's all I'm able to get out. She has no time to say anything, before my lips crash onto hers. I kiss her so desperately. She moans and opens her mouth for me. This is turning far more erotic than I intended.

"Ana, baby," I hold her face between my hands when I pull my lips away from hers. "How are you feeling?"

"After that kiss I feel hot." As I look at her, she does look flushed. This causes my dick to twitch. I know, given the circumstances, I shouldn't be feeling like this, but she just brings it out of me no matter where we are.

"Christian, what happened? I heard loud bangs, everything went dark, and I couldn't find you. Christian-"

"Shhh. Baby, you need to stay calm."

"But is everyone okay?"

"Everyone is fine. The family is all waiting outside to see you."

"Oh I'm so glad everyone is okay," She says relieved, placing her small hand over her big heart. "Are you okay?"

"I am now."

"What do you mean? Where you hurt?" Her eyes frantically search my body.

"Physically no, but emotionally... I couldn't take it, seeing you like that, and you just wouldn't wake no matter how hard I tried to wake you."

Anastasia wipes my eyes. I didn't even realize I was crying again, but I don't have much time to process anything when she pulls me back for another kiss.
We are snapped out of our little bubble when the doctor returns to check on her.

"Well, Mrs. Grey, it's nice to see you awake."

Ana shoots me a look as if to say 'what the fuck, Christian?' so I guess I will have to come up with a quick explanation for the Mrs. Grey thing.

"Everything is looking well," The doctor says as he checks her over, "How do you feel?"

"I feel okay," She tells him, "My head hurts a little."

"That's normal, I'll have the nurse bring you some pain killers."

"When will she be released?" I demand to know, I despise hospitals and I want her home with me.

"Unfortunately, we'll need to keep Mrs. Grey here overnight for observation."

The doctor answers a few more questions, does another round of checks, then he leaves us.

"I almost told him I think I lost my memory."

"What do you mean?" I panic thinking she has.

"Oh, I don't know, I mean, I must have forgotten my wedding because he was calling me Mrs. Grey." She jokes.

I run my hand through my hair, chuckling nervously, as I try to think of a legitimate reason to give her. Those eyes, and that smile is enough to knock any man off his game. Fortunately, I am saved by the nurse bringing in Anastasia's medicine.

"Is there anything else you need, Mrs. Grey?" The nurse asks Anastasia.

I smirk when Anastasia glances at me then back to the nurse.

"Would you tell my family they can come in now, please." She must know they are worrying about her.
She needs to rest, but she's always thinking of others before herself.

"Of course, Mrs. Grey."

Anastasia bites her lip, but I don't miss that she's fighting a smile, and I know it's because of the surname being used for her. Soon the door bursts open with the Grey's and Trevelyan's piling in. They all practically attack her, and Mia, who is now hysterically emotional, wont lay off Ana.

"Give her some room to breathe, Mia."

Mia backs off, only to fall into my arms as she cries. Oh jeez, I don't know how to deal with women when they act like this. It's clear Anastasia is fine, so why is Mia still crying? Thank fuck my mother takes Mia from me so she can calm her down. As I look around, I feel the love of my family for my girl.
I am so happy in this moment that I actually forgot why we are all here, until Taylor's frame fills the doorway, reminding me of what happened.
The anger is back in an instant, when I remember what that fucker tried to do to me and my girl. Taylor nods for me to follow him. Since Anastasia is awake now, and doing well, I give her a kiss telling her I'll be right back before I get up. I know she's safe with my family, so I leave the room to deal with this mess.

"What is it, Taylor." I begin as soon as I step out and close the door behind me.

"Sir, there are detectives wanting to speak with you and Ms. Steele about what happened." Hearing someone refer to her as Ms. Steele again irritates me for some unknown reason, and I have to stop myself from correcting Taylor. Now, for the first time ever, I actually loathe her last name.

"I will talk to them, Taylor, but not Ana, not yet. She's recovering and needs to rest."

"Sir, " He waves the detectives over.

"If you'll follow us, Mr. Gr-"

"No." I stop him from continuing. I don't want to be too far away from Ana.

"There's an empty conference room you can use across from Ms. Steele's room." Taylor quickly steps in, knowing why I refused.

"Mr. Grey, I'm detective Graham Humbert," He begins once we're in the privacy of the small conference room used for the doctors to speak with family members of patients. "I just have a few questions to ask you about the events that took place this evening,"

"Can you make this quick, detective?" I snap, glancing through the glass on the door. Anastasia's room is visible from where I'm standing.

"Of course."

We go through what happened, and I give him as much detail as I can recall, but I can't really say much as it all happened so fast.
The detective is about to leave when I ask him one last question.

"What happened to the shooter?"

"Mr. Rodríguez was pronounced dead on the scene, Mr. Grey."