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It's been four days since I last saw Christian. I thought he'd have put up more of a fight, or at least try to contact me. Maybe I did the wrong thing, maybe I sent him right into her arms. I'm sitting in the hospital bed, one sitting with one leg tucked under my behind with Olivia lying in front of me squirming. We have all of our stuff packed and are waiting on Grandma Grace to come and pick us up. I lift Olivia up and hold her close to my chest, my nose on top of her head - inhaling her pure, cleansing baby smell.

"I miss your daddy Olivia; I miss him so, so much." I say softly. She starts fussing so I stand up and pace the room with her. She isn't hungry and I just changed her - she's obviously feeling my anxiety. Eventually she settles back down and I place her into the car seat with a blanket over her. There's a small timid knock on the door and I look up to find Grace leaning on the door frame.

"Hi Ana."

"Oh Hi Grace." I give her a sad smile.

"Darling, I have to warn you. There is a ton of paparazzi camped outside. The news of Christian's affair broke today. They were questioning why he wasn't coming to the hospital and managed to get the nurses to give them information. Carrick and his legal team are trying to figure out who talked to the press."

I close my eyes and pray that the nature of his affair doesn't get out.

"Have you spoken to Christian?" I ask, concerned.

"Carrick spoke with him. He's only concerned about you and the children. Taylor and Sawyer are waiting out in the hall to escort us to the car. The press is having a field day with this!"

"Jason Taylor, Luke Sawyer - you both better get your butts in here." I shout, knowing they are just outside. They quickly enter the room and are both blushing. Taylor tries to mask his obvious embarrassment with an awkward cough and adjustment of his tie.

"Mrs. Grey." Taylor says with a nod.

"Taylor, how do you suggest we proceed, security wise?" I say looking at my tiny baby girl - who already has soft chocolate-brown waves in the little hair she has, and the gorgeous patented Grey pout.

"Place a blanket over the top of the car seat, so that the flashes of the cameras don't scare Olivia, and so they don't get any pictures of her. If it's alright with you Ma'am I'll carry the car seat. She'll be safe with me and Sawyer will help you and Dr. Grey to move through the crowd. Ryan already has the SUV waiting at the entrance."

Okay. I can do this. I reach into my purse and grab my sunglasses, put them on and say:

"Well, let's get this show on the road." Taylor and Sawyer both nod as I put the blanket over the top of the car seat and Grace gives me a sad but reassuring smile. Taylor picks up Olivia's car seat and we leave the hospital.

Moving through the crowd of photographers, all of which were shouting various questions at me, like I'm going to answer them anyways.

"Mrs. Grey is it true that your husband is having an affair?"

"Mrs. Grey are you getting a divorce?"

"Why hasn't Mr. Grey visited you?"

"Are you going to take half of everything?"

I couldn't move, neither could Grace - they were all around us, I couldn't see because of their flashing camera's but Sawyer kept his arms around us and kept pushing forward. Finally we make it into the SUV and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"This is freaking crazy Grace."

"I know Ana. I just wish my son didn't do this to you; you've given him so much. I... I'm so disappointed in him darling." Her eye's glisten with the tears she's trying to hold back.

"Me too Grace. I tried to be everything he needed; I guess I always knew I'd never be enough to keep him."

"Anastasia Grey, you listen to me right now, my son doesn't deserve you - not now. I hate to say this but ... you deserve more, more than this humiliation." tears spill from my eyes, everything hurts.

"I'm scared Grace ... how the hell am I supposed to cope with the media, running my company with two kids and a newborn? I'm all on my own in this now and it scares the shit out of me!"

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes tightly whilst looking into my eyes.

"You are not on your own. Never think that way, please Ana you have family to support you, we'll help as much as you need us too, we always will ... whatever you decide to do."

I know that this is her way of saying 'if you divorce my son we'll still love you' I just want to curl into a ball and hide until this all blows over.


I thought I'd treat you to another chapter since I am getting so many reviews and words of encouragement. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

- Susie. xoxo