Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story reflect those in E L James's Fifty Shades Trilogy, therefore they remain her property. The plot and themes in this story are those of the author. The author is in no way affiliated with James. No copyright infringement intended.

Hope you enjoy this chapter. I originally had things planned out a little differently, but I changed my mind at the last minute!

Much, much more to come!

:)

"Ana, I'll sit here all night if I have to." I sniff loudly, wiping my nose again with the back of my hand. "I'm not leaving you when you're like this."

I shift from the floor, crawling over to the counter to grab some toilet paper to wipe away the stickiness on my cheeks, left from my tears. My legs are numb and tingling from sitting in one position for a considerable amount of time. I have no idea how long I have sat here for; long enough to calm myself down and stop blubbering like a baby, though I think I've probably just ran out of tears. Long enough for my stomach to start growling, echoing throughout the room.

"I heard that." I roll my eyes as I turn to face the door, wishing him to leave me alone. "Baby, you know what happens when you roll your eyes at me." God, what is he psychic?

I reach out and unlock the door. Opening it slowly, Christian turns to look at me. He had he back up against the door almost in the same position I was in - all curled up and scared. He quickly scrambles to his feet, standing in front of me.

"Food?" His voice breaks and his brow lowers. I hate seeing him this way: scared, upset and tired. I know he has cried, I can see it from the red around his eyes.

I nod my head walking past him heading in the direction of our closet. I feel him staring at me as I change out of my pencil skirt and blouse, throwing on a pair of old sweats and vest, though he never says a word. It's almost as if he's a ghost. Scooping up my clothes from the floor I feel a sharp pain tug through my stomach. I wince and double over, grabbing my stomach as the pain spreads. Concentrating on my breathing I manage to ride it out, and in seconds it's gone. Reverting back to an upright stance, I worry it'll come back but it doesn't.

Christian follows me as I lead the way back to the kitchen, walking gingerly. The sharp spasm in my stomach has left me a little shaken, though I recall reading somewhere in one of the many journals Christian has made me read, that these are normal if they're few and far between. 'Your body's way of adapting to the process of pregnancy; preparing for the transition from woman to mother.' He's keeping his distance, following from a few feet.

I settle into one of the barstools and watch him gracefully slide across the kitchen over to the refridgerator, opening it to see what leftovers Mrs Jones has kindly left us.

"Spaghetti?" He questions holding up a blue container. I screw up my news to it, the mere sound of it making me queasy.

He rummages a little further. "Chicken?"

I widen my eyes and nod my head lightly until a feel a little bile rise up into my throat. I hold my hand up to my mouth to stop myself from throwing up. Christian takes a step closer to me, placing the dish on the counter. I hold up my hand to him, stopping him from coming any closer - somehow I don't think he would appreciate my vomit all over his shirt. When it goes back down I'm able to take a deep breath, a sure fire way to cool me down.

"No chicken."

"Is that Blip talking?"

I nod my head, concerned that if I try to talk the whole kitchen will need a deep clean from the attack of Ana's projectile vomit. Gail would definitely not appreciate that first thing in the morning!

"Ana, it'd be easier if you just tell me what you want." He closes the fridge door, having exhausted all the suitable options.

"What if we don't have it?"

"I'll send someone to get it."

"Can't we go?" I sit back in my stool, resting my forearms on the counter. For the first time I'm looking him square on, eye to eye. Scared grey to concerned blue.

"Do you know what you want?" He rubs his eyes before resting his head back down on his hands, leaning across the counter.

I nod my head enthusiastically at him, grinning. I guess when you get a craving for something you need it there and then!

"Okay then, I'll get my jacket and keys. Do you need to change first?" He stands upright, heading towards his study.

"No, I'll just grab my shoes." I slide off the stool and make my way to the bedroom. I slip into my converse and throw on one of Christian's sweaters; it's miles too big for me, but the wool is soft and comforting, that, and it smells of him.

As I make my way over to the foyer Christian is ready, jacket on and keys in hand, with his BlackBerry to his ear.

"No we'll be fine. I don't know. Taylor, just take the night to yourself, we will be fine. She'll be fine with me." He hangs up sharply, pushing it into his pocket. "You ready to go?"

I smile at him as we step into the elevator.

"I didn't exactly think we'd end up here when you said you knew what you wanted." He turns to face me from the drivers seat of the R8. I didn't tell him where I wanted to go, instead telling him to just drive, in circles if need be, until I see it. A McDonalds.

"What? It's what the baby needs, who am I to argue with that?" I grin at him. The atmosphere between us has evaporated slowly, but I'm not letting this go. He should tell me, not keep secrets from me. I will get it out of him eventually. Hopefully sooner, rather than later.

"Well, whatever my wife and child want, they get." He reaches over and strokes my stomach through his sweater, looking me in the eyes. I know this is his way of apologising, but come on Grey, I need to hear the words! "Drive-thru or eating in?"

"Drive-thru. Can we eat in the parking lot? I don't really want to go home just yet."

"Of course. Whatever you want." He smiles weakly; damn Christian, it was just an argument. Anyone would have thought I'd announced the eighth plague to the world!

"Well in that case I want a Big Mac, double fries, a large milkshake and a coke!" I giggle.

"Is that enough?"

"Hm, maybe. If not then we can always go through again!"

"Would Mrs Grey like a diet coke to go with her meal?" I watch him as his mouth rises into a smirk.

"I'd better, gotta keep an eye on my weight."

After pulling into the drive-thru and stunning the server with the size of our order, Christian settles the car into a lone bay at the back of the parking lot. It's directly under one of the street lights, meaning that I can at least see my food before shovelling it into my face.

I unwrap my burger and admire it lovingly before taking a huge bite out of it.

"Oh my god, this is heaven!" I slump back into my seat, revelling in its heavenly goodness.

"Way to break a man's heart." Christian mumbles as he takes a bite from his own burger.

"Baby, look at me." Swivelling in my seat so I can see him clearly. I place my burger, reluctantly, back into the bag. "Christian, what happened before, I didn't mean for it to get that... heated."

"Ana -" he turns to face me, but I interrupt him, raising my hand to silence him.

"No, Christian. I guess it must be hormones or something, but I shouldn't have just stormed off the way I did. I just got so angry and upset."

"Why?"

"Because you're keeping stuff from me. I know that you're probably thinking, in that thick skull of yours, that it's for the best, to not upset me anymore, but it's not! Please, can you just tell me who it was? Please Christian, who sent you the picture?"

He throws his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

"Christian, just tell me. Was it her?" He rolls his head over to look at me, the rest of his unchanged. His eyebrow is raised, full of confusion. "Is it from Elena?"

"Fuck no! God Ana, you really think I'd take anything from her? After everything she's done?"

"I just needed to know. I mean it's a bit suspicious, first I hear your Mom all pissy talking about her, then I see new artwork in your office and you won't tell me who it's from! What else am I supposed to think?"

I push back against my seat, still facing him.

"Ana, it's wasn't Elena. I swear to you. I swear on Blip's life, it wasn't her. I haven't seen or spoken to her since I told you I wouldn't." He stretches his hand out over to me. I take it, slipping my fingers into his.

"I believe you."

"I love you Ana. Both of you."

"So are you going to tell me who sent them?"

His mouth opens, on the verge of telling me, when the car phone blares at us. I roll my eyes as he shrugs, proceeding to answer it.

"Grey."

"Sir, Welch has contacted me. They have made progress. They've been able to identify the access code being used to reach the database at Grey Publishing." Taylors voice echos throughout the car. I turn to face Christian, watching him rub his face with his hand. Just the thought of all this trouble is making him upset and frustrated. I want nothing more than to crawl across the car and surrender myself to his lap, but I know I wouldn't be able to do it, not feeling as hungry as I do right this minute.

"So, who's number is it?" Christian barks back into the intercom.

I reach into my bag and grab a handful of fries, shoving them into my mouth.

I almost choke as I hear Taylors reply, feeling as if I've been punched dead centre in the gut by Mike Tyson.

"Jack Hyde's sir."