I'm in the doctors office, and I'm pacing the patient room I'm in. I'm here because of all the vomiting and nausea I've been having. I know what this is. But, I'm too afraid to say it aloud.

I've been gone from Seattle for six weeks. And for the last six weeks all I've done is bask in the independence. Every thing with Christian was so quick. One day kissing the next day making love. It's like there was no in between with him. All or nothing. And, if I'm being honest, I miss him. I've got my ticket back to Seattle. He informed me that on the day I left that Elena had spilled wine on herself and was fixing herself in the bathroom. He did remind me they were business partners. I explained to him that it hurts me having her around. I want to punch her in the throat if I'm being honest.

We have spoken every night since I left. We've been able to grow our relationship with the distance. Strange, right? I haven't told Christian anything yet. I want to be sure. He is going to freak the hell out. A little over six weeks ago, I recall throwing by birth control he put me on across the room. That wasn't that smart was it? I had forgotten to take a few days worth beforehand and I figured, hell what's the point?

I want to have a concrete answer as to what is going on with me, so I'm at the doctor then headed to the airport. Mom's always seem to know. She made the appointment with the OB-GYN and here I am. She said I just looked different. I just started feeling shitty about two weeks after getting here.

While I've been here, Mom and I delved into some of my issues. For a woman who has been married so many times, I'm glad she can give some real good insight. She basically told me to quit making so many assumptions. She said I never let him explain completely what happened, I just left. Without going into too much detail, she also told me that leaving his home after the red room incident was also childish. It hurts, being called childish. But, it's what I needed to hear.

After six weeks of being on my own, Christian and I have really been able to communicate. With our slight age difference, I'm surprised he's been so patient. I just want to assume the worst and he has just sat by with more patience that I thought possible for one person. Mom made sure I understood how to communicate better. She's really helped me. She explained this whole going back and forth was doing nothing but harm to me and my relationship with Christian. She basically told me to chill out and not to assume the worst.

It's easier said than done, but I assured her I would. I'm leaving the appointment with a new concern: being pregnant. Oh great. I bet Mr. Wonderful is going to love this. My phone buzzes and it's my mother texting me. 'Just make sure you talk with Christian. He loves you." She knew this first hand as he has called and spoken to my mother. He was beside himself when I left, to which I still feel guilty over. She explained how I have my father's temper and her flair for the dramatic. She has told me time and time again that a man doesn't do something he doesn't want to or out of obligation. "Men don't operate that way, darlin'" I recall her saying quite a few times in my head.

I've taken the taxi to the airport and again in check in am upgraded. This time, I'm much more excited about it. As I'm waiting the the first class waiting area, I open the laptop and am surprised I have an email from him.

To: Anastasia Steele

From: Christian Grey

Subject: You

Anastasia,

I'm excited to see you tonight. Taylor will be picking you up from the airport and bringing you to dinner with me. If that's okay with you. I love you and look forward to having you back in my arms tonight. I have a surprise for you.

Yours,

Christian Grey

Oh, do I have a surprise for you as well.

To: Christian Grey

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Tonight

I, too, am looking forward to being back with you. I love you too, Christian. In case I lose my nerve, I just want you to know that I'm grateful for the space you've given me for these last weeks. I've missed you terribly. No more running or assumptions. It's just us. I look forward to dinner and I'll see you soon.

Love,

Anastasia Steele

I put the laptop away as I hear my flight being called. I stand and reach for the ultrasound in my pocket. Our blip. Now, he's not going to happy. But, I just need to communicate and not run at the first sign of trouble. I need to grow up, especially now.

Hours later the plane lands and I'm oh so ready to get off this plane and see Christian. I look around the terminal and I'm not spotting Taylor. But, there's Christian. He's sex on legs. MMMMMMMM. Six weeks have done him good. Looks like he's been working out, for sure. He has his signature slacks with a button down and jacket on. Good thing I remembered to at least put on a dress.

He's quickly next to me and kisses me passionately. Like I'm the only person in the world. And I melt.

"I thought you said Taylor would be picking me," I ask playfully, he slides his hand into mine and I smile.

"Change of plans. My meeting got out earlier than expected and I wanted to be the one greeting you after your trip," he says, animatedly. This is the Christian I so easily fell in love with. Let's just hope he'll maintain this mood after what I have to tell him.

We escape SEA-TAC and he gathers my belongings and puts them into the back of the Audi SUV. He opens my door for me and immediately put on my seatbelt. I'm a ball of nerves. Holy shit.

"Are you okay Ana?" he asks.

"Wha-yes I'm fine," I'm chickening out and this is something I cannot just chicken out of. 'No more running' my subconscious reminds me.

He plays some soft music and we're off. It's only about 7pm in Seattle on a Friday evening. I love this city. I've missed my home. He reaches for my hand and I intertwine our fingers, giving him a reassuring look. He smiles back at me, a relaxed smile. With us, it's always been so complicated. He told me he's been seeing Dr. Flynn 3 times a week to try and get over some of his issues as well as understand mine better. It seems that it has been working. I let out a sigh and enjoy the ride to wherever we're going to eat.

It's not long and we're pulling up to Escala. I look at him confused.

As if reading my mind, he says, "It's a part of your surprise."

I smile. This man amazes me at every corner. Lord knows I don't understand how he could still want to be with me, let alone be so patient with me.

"I've been waiting for you to come home. Had some time to think," he begins letting me out of the car. We're at the elevator and he continues. "I want you in my life Anastasia. Just you and me. I do not want to lose you again. I'd like it if you'd move in with me." He hands me a small box. I open it and it has a pin on it for me to get into the penthouse.

I smile up at him. "Yes, of course." I whisper and he leans in kissing me again with renewed passion. The elevator dings and we must come apart. He leads me into the apartment and I notice a table with white linen adorning it. One simple candle in the middle and dinner set out for us, still steaming from its freshness. I smile at him and he pulls out my chair for me. This six week separation has done wonders.

He joins me across the table and we begin in silence. He pours wine and I immediately tell him no thank you. He looks at me funny for a moment but does not pry. I need to tell him. I just agreed to move in with him. What in the hell?! I take a bite of my sirloin and it melts in my mouth.

"Christian, I have something I need to tell you," I say, fear sweeping over me. He notices my change in mood. I don't know how to say the words. So, I walk over to him and hand him the ultrasound picture.

The next few moments he is silent. His face is an array of emotion. He just stares at the picture. His next words I did not expect.

"Its-is it-is the baby mine?" he asks, shock emanating from his voice. "We haven't since…" his voice trail off, looking at me. A tear escapes the side of his face. "You are keeping it, correct?" he asks.

Now would be the time for me to muster some kind of answer.

"Conception was right before the incident with Leila. The week prior I had stopped taking my birth control as we had broken up. And yes, I am keeping this child," my words are straight to the point. I still do not know how he feels about this.

He sighs as if he's been holding his breath, awaiting my answer. There is no other option for me Christian.

"I love you," he whispers and grabs my waist and puts me in his lap. "I'm scared shitless here. But, I love you. That's all that matters right now."

This is not what I was expecting. Holy crap. No yelling or kicking me out? No saying I did this on purpose or something? Wow, he really has had time to talk with Flynn.

"You-we're, I mean you're okay with this?"

"I'm pretty shocked here, Ana. That's for sure. But I want you. And baby here. We can make this work, please don't leave me again," he whispers that last part.

I get off his lap and lead him into the bedroom. He looks at me confused and I give him the 'trust me' look. I have him sit on the bed and I straddle him. He communicates much better physically. My actions have taken a toll on him, as well. I need to reassure him, the only way I know how.

"Never, Christian. I'm sorry for all the pain and hurt I put you through by leaving. I just found all this out this morning and wanted to wait to tell you in person. I know it's a lot. I'm still processing a lot of this myself. We can do this, together," I think that's the most I've spoken in awhile.

He grabs my face and brings it to his. "Marry me, Anastasia," he murmurs between kisses. "You've told me everything I need to hear. Everything I could possibly want to hear and more. I want to do this right. I have loved you since you stumbled into my office."

I'm taken aback. Never would I have thought he would ask me that or have this reaction. We have awhile to process this and now we can do it together.

After a moment, I moan yes to him as he begins touching me, rubbing his hands up and down my legs. All I know is that I want him. I'm only ever going to want him. And baby blip here. He stands and I wrap my legs around his waist. He lays me down and slips off my dress and underwear quickly. He quickly rids himself of his clothing and he is positioned at my entrance, awaiting some sort of approval.

I reach up and kiss him. "Make love to me Christian, make me yours again." And he does. I've got everything I need or could ever want in this man.