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Sins of The Father

Chapter 10

Meeting of the Mind

Ana's POV

Hunter is sitting on my side of the bed looking at my phone. "What's wrong?"

"Apparently Christian just landed," he says, handing me the phone so I can see the text message. I scroll up, reading each one. There are several that are only minutes apart. Christian's impatience on full display at me not answering right away. "He's asking when you can meet."

"Hunt-"

"We need to talk about what's going to happen in this meeting, Ana. Because I plan on being there."

Our afterglow of great sex has just taken a nosedive thanks to the notoriously perfect timing of Christian Grey. I swear it's like he knows and he is doing it on purpose. Will I ever stop wanting to kill that man?

"Hunter this is my work," I tell him. "You can't just come along and sit in on meetings with potential family members."

"Did you read those texts," he asked, taking my phone out of my hand to read them to me. " 'I just touched down. Now when can I see you? Why aren't you answering me? You are the one who wanted to talk. You always do this shit. Don't fucking keep me waiting like this, Anastasia. It is unacceptable.' That doesn't sound like work to me. That sounds like a threat to my girlfriend."

"That's just how he gets," I shrug it off. "He doesn't like being kept in the dark and wondering about what's happening when its concerning him. Remember, we know more than he does right now."

"I won't allow anyone to speak to you like that," he says. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him to calm him down.

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you. It's this asshole who thinks he can say whatever the hell he wants to you I don't trust."

"Trust me to do my job."

He sighs, wrapping his arms around me.

"I don't like it. I'm not happy about this, Ana."

"I know."

…..

After breakfast, I explain to Christian my needing to go to work for a few hours. He was happy enough to stay around the house and keep Nora company.

I replied back to Christian's hostile texts and gave him the address of the DCFS building I work out of. The fact that he didn't question it made me think, he already knew what I did for a living now. I don't think much of it. It's not like I've kept it a secret. I'm sure Mia or Elliot must have mentioned it to him at some point. The way they mention things about him to me. I don't know why they feel the need to do that. His life is no longer my concern and I'm sure he feels the same way about mine.

...

Sasha and I wait anxiously for his arrival at the medium sized conference table in my office.

It's so like him to keep us waiting. It's his way of showing dominance over any meeting he attends. Rarely did he ever make a scheduled meeting on time at GEH while I was with him. If he made it at all.

Most times he was too busy out on the Grace with me or we were up in the air in a training helicopter teaching me how to fly it.

The memory of me being a little too reckless at the controls has escaped the dark corner of my mind I kept it in and has made its way to the forefront of my thoughts.

"What the fuck, Ana," he yelled when I whizzed us past the south side of Escala.

"What," I asked him, sounding much too unaware of what just happened even for my taste.

"You damn near crashed into our building."

"I was a mile away from it," I told him. "The readings told me so."

"Ana, I fucking saw what Gail had on the dinner table," he yelled at me. My giggle only pissed him off more. "Give me the damn controls."

I pouted when he flipped them back over to where he was sitting. The grin that played on his lips let me know I didn't really piss him off. I was following the set course after all.

I smile at the memory before catching myself and burying it once again in the recesses of my mind.

"Are you sure he's coming," Sasha asks me now, checking her watch.

"Trust me, he'll be here," I tell her and no sooner than I get the words out than his profile fills my office door.

My eyes automatically find the ones that are already trained on me. He is more muscular than I remember him to be and it fills his suit out very well. His face is fuller and it now has stubble when before he preferred himself to be clean shaven. His hair is still the same brilliant copper but it is much shorter than it used to be. No longer in a mess on top of his head. His eyes are the same magnificent gray and still just as haunting to look at as he stares at me.

My mouth goes dry, but I still manage to swallow the little bit of spit that had accumulated before I saw him. I want to speak, to acknowledge him, but it's like I'm sucking on cotton. I reach for a glass of water and sip it instead.

Luckily, Sasha steps up to the plate and bats for me.

"Mr. Grey, thank you for taking this meeting," she says getting up to shake his hand. "My name is Sasha Kinkaid, one of the lead social workers here."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Kinkaid. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I have no idea what this is all about," he is speaking to her but he is still looking at me.

"I will be more than happy to explain it, Mr. Grey. Please have a seat."

He sits in the chair directly across from me while Sasha takes her position back at the head of the table.

"Anastasia," he greets me. There's so much more behind the simple calling of my name and its written all over his face.

"Hello, Christian," I finally find my voice.

"Mr. Grey," Sasha cuts right to it. "Are you familiar with the woman by the name Leila Williams?"

Upon hearing her name, Christian diverts his attention over to Sasha, giving me a reprieve from his glare. I take the moment to get my thoughts in order.

"Vaguely," he says. "We… dated… briefly a long time ago. What is this all about?"

"I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but Miss Williams was found dead in her apartment two days ago."

"That's terrible," he says, looking over at me for confirmation of her death and I nod to the accuracy of it. "I am saddened by the news, but as I said, I haven't had any contact with her in quite some time now."

"Mr. Grey, Miss. Williams has left behind a son of five years old."

"Jesus," he says. I know this is hitting him completely out of left field and he has yet to put it together.

"Mr. Grey," Sasha clears her throat before she continues. "We have reason to believe that you may be the next of kin to her child. We have reason to believe that you may have fathered him."

"What the fuck did you say," he asks her before turning to me. "Is that what you called me for? You think it's mine? That I'm some bastard child's father?"

"Mr. Grey," Sasha calls for his attention again.

"Yes," I tell him, interrupting her. "Christian, I do."

"How the hell could you possibly think that? You know better than anyone how impossible that is."

"It's not impossible, Christian. You are not the most…," I pause, remembering to tread lightly with the information around Sasha before I continue. "You are not the most interested in the ins and outs of pregnancy prevention when dealing with your… dates. You leave it all up to them. We both know Leila wasn't the most stable of the bunch. She could have easily stopped taking her birth control at some point while you were… dating."

He runs his hands through his hair. A sign that he is at least realizing the possibility that what I'm saying could be true.

"If you recall, I wasn't the only man she was with. Have you ruled out all the others?"

"No."

"So, I'm the only one you're speculating against? Typical."

"Mr. Grey," Sasha starts to break in, but I interrupt her.

"It's a valid speculation. He is your twin. The same hair. The same eyes. The same mannerisms-"

"So what."

"She named him after you. His name is Christian Williams-"

"None of that proves a damn thing," he says, standing up to pace. The knowledge of a little twin in existence has him feeling strange.

"No, Mr. Grey, it doesn't. Which is why we are asking that you submit to a DNA test."

"Absolutely not," he tells Sasha, stopping in his tracks to look at her like she just offended him.

"Mr. Grey, I am sure you can appreciate that a child's life hangs in the balance of figuring out who his next of kin is."

"I appreciate it quite well, Mrs. Kinkaid. But it has little to do with me, as I am not him."

"Christian, you can't be serious."

"I am serious, Anastasia. Leila and her spawn has doesn't have shit to do with me."

"Then take the test. What harm will it do other than letting us move on?"

"Why summit myself to that shit? I already know he's not mine. Once word gets out I'm cooperating with this, every woman I've ever came in contact with will start hitting me up for DNA of their kids. I have enough I have to worry about. I don't need to include woman coming out of the woodwork with bastard kids that are not mine, including this one."

"I'm telling you, there is no way he isn't yours."

"Fuck that shit," he says, pacing again. His steps are more measured this time. "I can't believe you called me for this. This is un-fucking-believable. This is so much like you, its un-fucking-believable."

"Why don't we try to calm down," Sasha tries in vein to regain control of the meeting but her efforts go on deaf ears where Christian and I are concerned.

"What else was I supposed to do," I ask him, all but ignoring her.

Christian runs his hands through his hair again in a pissed frustration. He is doing everything he can to process this information quickly.

We all take a moment to calm down.

"Where is the boy now," he asks me.

"He's been living with me for the last two days."

"With you?"

"I was called in to help by the hospital nurse that was treating him."

"Hospital? What's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Grey, we are not at liberty to say. That information is reserved for the next of kin," Sasha answers, but I'm sure my face is telling him all needs to know. That some type of trauma was involved. He walks closer to the table. I watch as his knees go out from under him. Thank God, his chair was pushed out to catch him.

"I just couldn't leave him to foster care," I tell him.

He looks at me and the expression on his face is one so intensely sincere, I have to look away.

"I'll have my lawyers contact you. We can go from there," he tells Sasha.

"Does that include the DNA test," she asks.

"You will have your test," he tells her. "Now, if you will excuse us, I would like to speak to Anastasia, alone."

"Oh, Mr. Grey, as Ana's supervisor, I'm sure whatever questions you have I can answer them for you."

"This is of a personal nature, Ms. Kinkaid. Our business has concluded. I've agreed to your terms, now I would like you to agree to leave us alone."

His matter of fact statement that was all but rude and most definitely short with Sasha has flapped her. I want to laugh at the expression on her face. I'm sure its reserved for something that would be stuck under her shoe after she accidently stepped in it. Christian pays her no mind. He is waiting expectantly for her to leave since he has already dismissed her. She does leave. Her heels are tapping furiously on the wood as she sashays away like no one else can.

As her footfalls fade, Christian's glare at me intensifies.

"You were going to wait to come to Seattle to tell me this," he asks.

"I didn't want to do it over the phone. I didn't know you'd be so willing to come here."

"And was the little boy going to be in tow? Were you going to present him to my family while we went through the wedding rehearsals?"

"Of course not, Christian. I planned on bringing him with me, but it wasn't for any other reason than I couldn't leave him behind. I admit, I didn't handle this well. I didn't know what else to do."

"You have a nasty habit of not handling things well."

"That is a low blow and it has nothing to do with this. Leila is gone and a little boy I believe is yours needs someone."

"And you think that someone is me? What do you expect me to do? Move him into the penthouse? Be a father to him?" He spits the word father out like its poison.

"Yes, that is what I expect you to do. If you are his dad. Why wouldn't you?"

"You can't be fucking serious. I'm not a father. How the hell do you expect me to be anything close to that?"

"Christian-"

"Enough," he yells. "Goodbye, Anastasia."

"Christian wait."

...

Christian's POV

"Christian wait," Ana calls after me, but I can't wait. If I look at her another minute, if I am in that room with her another minute, I'm libel to fuck her right there at that table she's siting at, whether she wants me to or not. I'd do it just on the strength of me being so pissed at her for getting my hopes up about this damn talk she wanted to have with me.

When I first got the call, I thought that was the one I'd been waiting for. I thought she was finally ready to stop hiding and to talk about all the shit that went wrong between us. The shit that is still between us.

Seeing her sitting there, I nearly stopped breathing. Her hair was styled a bit different. It was a little lighter in color and shorter in length then how I always picture her. But fuck, she was still my Ana. Still so innocent looking and beautiful. Her eyes still the same pools of blue that I often found myself drowning in.

It was like the past few years didn't happen and I had just seen her yesterday. That it had been only a few hours since I held her in my arms and made love to her.

The connection was just that strong.

The time and distance has done little to weaken it.

But seeing her, I also knew she was nowhere near ready to face the truth about what she was feeling in that moment or obviously, about what drove us apart.

All that became clear in the first five seconds of looking at her. The feelings we still share were written all on her face and I'm sure all over mine.

But she wasn't ready to admit a damn thing. I knew the instant she grabbed for that water glass, she was still hiding from me, from us.

She ran to that glass of water. Still two years later and 3000 miles away, she is still fucking running from me.

"FUCK," I yell, sliding into the back seat of the rental Taylor is now maneuvering though the streets to my apartment. I lean back on the headrest and close my eyes, thinking about the bombshell Ana just dropped on me. I open them when I feel Taylor eyeing me in question. This impromptu jet setting across country to talk to my Ex has him curious. "Leila fucking Williams," I tell him and he frowns like he just tasted something rancid, remembering the stress she caused his beloved Gail when last we all saw her, I'm certain.

"Sir," he asks for further explanation.

"Later," I tell him, taking out my phone. I was going to call my lawyer to make this shit go away. If Leila's crazy ass name is attached to it, I want nothing to do with it. Who the fuck knows what cock 'n bull story she convinced herself of when she got pregnant. But the fact that Ana is so convinced has me taking it seriously. She's right. I rely on my subs to handle birth control. Foolishly, I believe that like me, the last thing they want is a pregnancy coming out of our fucking, including the one I just fucked before I hopped on the plane to come here. Instead I throw my phone down on the seat next to me. "FUCK."

What if this kid is mine? What the fuck am I going to do with it?

Author's Note:

For those of you who have lost your Mojo for the story. Well, I haven't lost mine. My "mojo" is just getting started LOL.

Shout out to the ladies of the Playroom of the FSoG Sisterhood Facebook group who are making this story so much fun to write while at the same time giving me hell about it.

And to the rest of you that are still enjoying the story, thank you for reading and reviewing.