Chapter 11

It's after 3:30 in the morning by the time I gain enough courage to go home. Kate leads me, still wearing her pair of lucky pajamas, to the elevator. She steps in with me and presses the ground floor button. I feel bad enough for leaving Sawyer behind, I'd hate to wake him up this late to come and get me on top of it. "It'll be okay, Ana," she says quietly. "You'll see."

I just nod numbly. I feel terrible. I can't believe I slammed the door in his face. Just because he was cruel to me, didn't mean I needed to be cruel to him too. I try to distract myself with thinking about the baby, but it does nothing but intensify my guilt. The elevator doors open and we step out into the parking garage below her apartment. It's brightly lit and completely empty, but it still sends a shiver down my spine.

We start walking towards Kate's car, when I notice the familiar R-8 parked a few spaces away. How long has he been here? I wonder. "I think I already have a ride," I tell her quietly. From here, I can vaguely make out his stiff outline through the tinted windows. He's not still angry at me, is he? My subconscious snorts at me. That's a stupid question, she tells me. It's Christian freaking Grey. Of course he'll still be mad at you.

"Call me if you need anything," Kate says pulling me into one last hug.

I nod. "I will." She heads back for the elevator and I slowly make my way over to the car. I prepare myself to do battle again. I don't want too, I'm beyond exhausted, but I'm not going to let him walk over me. I step up to the driver's window and look in. heart twinges. His head is tilted back against the headrest, and his eyes are closed, asleep. I can tell by the set of his jaw and the thinness of his lips that he's stressed out. Oh, fifty. This is all my fault… I don't want to wake him up, but I feel very exposed out here all alone. I suppress a frightened shiver and tap gently on the glass.

He shoots up in his seat and looks up at me groggily. He presses the lock on the door and the click echoes through the silent parking garage. I walk around to the passenger side and get in."Hey," he whispers hoarsely, watching me warily.

"Hey," I whisper back, biting my lip.

He hesitantly reaches his hand out and touches my cast. His eyebrows rise incrementally. "You got it wet?"

"It started to rain," I reply meekly. "I'll take care of it in the morning."

He nods slowly and says nothing. We sit in the car staring out the windshield for what feels like an eternity. I use the silence to take in his disheveled appearance. His hair sticking out at all angles, I would guess from running his hands through it so much. I also notice that he's still wearing the suit from today. Or was it yesterday? Regardless, I'm starting to get the feeling that he's been camped out here all night. Oh fifty, what have I done? What have we done?

"I thought you were leaving me," he says finally, his voice cracking with heavy emotion.

I shake my head. "I'm not going anywhere, Christian. I love you too much."

He turns his head to me, and I gasp at the pain in his grey eyes. "You said that you should."

"I was angry at you," I admit slowly. "I can understand you being upset about a baby. I'm not exactly thrilled at the timing. I can even deal with you yelling at me. But you asked me if this was your baby, Christian. I'm sorry for jumping out of the car and I'm sorry for saying that to you. But do you have any idea how cheap that made me feel?"

"I didn't mean it that way. But you wouldn't talk to me about what happened," he says defensively, burying his face in his hands. "I've told you everything about my childhood, Ana. Why wouldn't you tell me? Why don't you trust me?"

"It's not a matter of trust Christian," I say weakly, at a loss for words. I look out my window, hoping for some kind of answer he'll be able to understand. "I…"

Holy fuck! My heart jumps into my throat. A few cars away, I can see the top of someone's head peeking over the roof of a car, watching us intently. From their build I can tell it's a man in a bulky black hoodie. I force myself to slowly turn back to staring through the windshield, in an attempt to look like I didn't see them. My stomach plummets to my knees. This can't be happening. Not again.

"Christian," I whisper, terrified. Christian looks up. "There's someone out there. He's watching us."

Christian stiffens. "Fuck," he curses quietly, running his hands through his hair. "Where?" he asks urgently, sitting up in the drivers seat.

"To the right of us, two cars back," I tell him shakily. I focus on the detailing on the dashboard, urging myself not to think. All I can see is Jack Hyde's face in my mind and I snap my eyes shut. I try to picture someone else's face, anyone else's, but it won't work; they all turn back in to Jack. Not for the first time since the break in, I find myself unable to breathe.

I hear Christian lean over closer to me, but I'm afraid to open my eyes. Out of nowhere I feel his lips attach to mine, pulling me into a deep kiss. What the? I open my eyes and try to pull back, but his hand comes up behind my neck and holds me there. It takes me a few moments to catch on to what he's doing. He's trying to get a look him. "I see him," Christian mumbles into my mouth, calmer than he has any right to be. It sets off alarm bells in my head. He only ever talks like this when there's something wrong. I shiver. "Baby, I'm going to pull back," he continues. "When I count to three, I want you to put your seatbelt on as fast as you can. Can you do that for me?"

"Okay," I breathe, shaking like a leaf.

"One. Two." I take a deep breath, in an attempt to calm myself down. I reach my hand out underneath the window for the strap to the seatbelt. "Three."

Christian hauls himself off of me and quickly turns the ignition. The R-8 roars to life underneath us. I reach frantically for my seatbelt, fumbling with it. Christian throws the car into reverse and guns the gas, and I have to throw my hands out on the dashboard to keep from hitting it. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the man aiming something at us. It's a gun, I realize.

"Christian!" I scream just as the windshield shatters in front us, sending small pieces of glass raining down on us.

"Mother fucker!" Christian yells out, ducking. "Get down Anastasia!"

Seatbelt forgotten, I do as I'm told. I hear another gunshot and flinch, but it bounces off the car. Christian slams on the breaks and quickly forces the Audi into first gear. I'm pushed back up into my seat as the car accelerates. For a second, I think Christian is going to run him over, but the man in black dives out of the way just in time. With the way now clear, Christian sits back up and slams his foot on the gas. We almost clear the exit of the parking garage, when the gunman lets out another flurry of bullets.

There is a loud boom, and the Audi goes berserk. Christian tightens his hands around the steering wheel and frantically tries to regain control of the swerving car before we crash into something. He manages to steer the car through the narrow exit of the parking garage and out into the street, how I'll never be able to figure out.

"Are you okay?" He asks me frantically.

"I think so," I say shakily, leaning over to pull the seatbelt on. The car continues to buck underneath us as we drive.

"Damnit!" Christian shouts, looking in the rear view mirror.

"What?" I whip my head around. Behind us, a large white pick-up truck comes flying out of the parking garage. I watch in horror as the pick-up starts to gain on us. "Christian, Go faster!" I yell over the sound of the wind. "He's catching up with us!"

"I can't!" he yells back, eyes ahead. "Fucker blew out the back tire. I can barely control it as it is!" Ditch the car! My subconscious screams at me. Make a run for it! I look out the window, searching for desperately for somewhere we can jump out. My prayers are answered in the form of an upcoming subway sign.

"Christian, look! The subway!"

He seems to guess my plan, because he slams on the brakes. He pulls up so my door is only a few steps away from the staircase entrance. "Run Ana!" He yells at me, and he dives out through his door. I struggle one-handed with the seatbelt for a moment, before doing the same. He runs around the car, grabs my hand and tugs me towards the stairs. By some miracle, I manage not to trip as we run down the steep steps.

We emerge into a long underground hallway and run for the turn stalls directly up ahead. I clamber up on the nearest turn stall and swing my leg over it. Christian jumps the stall next to me gracefully and helps pull me over. I can't help but be a little bit embarrassed. I really need to get back to seeing Claude I think tiredly. A gunshot pulls me back into my unfortunate reality, and I feel a bullet fly right past my cheek. It lodges into the wall with a loud Crack!

Christian urges me into one last push to the awaiting subway car against the far wall of the station. My legs are burning from the strain, but I muster up one last bit of strength and bolt towards the closing doors.

My foot catches on the gap and I fall down on my hands and knees on the floor of the car. The impact jars my already broken arm, and I yelp in pain. Christian slides in through the doors right as they close. I gasp for breath. One thing is for sure, I will never be an athlete. Once the subway car starts to move, he helps me stand up and dusts me off.

I sway with the movement of the car underneath us, and nearly lose my balance again, but Christian catches me before I can fall back down. My legs are complete jelly. I lean into his chest, exhausted. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my hair. I can feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Eventually, he leads me down the aisle to two empty seats.

I sit down shakily and blush in embarrassment when I realize we aren't alone. There are five people at the front of the car watching us curiously. Oh great, I think. I'm in a subway car, with my well-dressed billionaire husband and a group of early morning commuters, in a thin pair of bunny rabbit pajamas. I wrap my arms around myself self-consciously and sink down in my seat. Christian pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number. I can only assume that it's Taylor. A small part of me wonders how he's able to pick up reception in here but then I mentally shrug it off as unimportant.

We stay on the subway until it reaches University St. and get off. I shiver at the freezing breeze coming off the sound. Christian shrugs off his suit jacket and wraps it around my shoulders; my cast is too bulky- and too soggy- to fit in the tailored sleeve.

"Where are we going?" I ask tiredly as we cross the street. I almost have to jog to keep up with his fast pace.

"There's a 24 hour diner down the street," he explains, slowing down for me. "We'll wait for the security team there." It's a four minute walk from the train station to the diner. Thankfully it's a dry four minutes with no rain.

Christian opens the door for me, and I step inside. I stop in the hallway for a moment, soaking up the warm air. "Come on baby," Christian says gently, wrapping his arm around my waist. Thankfully the waitress doesn't recognize us. Although she gives me a weird look that asks what someone like me is doing with someone like Christian. I bite my lip.

She leads us to a booth at the back, as per Christian's request, and hands us two menus. She promises to be back in just a minute. I stare at her darkly as she goes. I sit down and Christian slides in next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I snuggle against his warm chest.

"I miss the Mediterranean," I mumble exhausted, all traces of adrenaline gone from my system. Despite the warmth of the restaurant, I can feel the cold seeping in to my bones.

Christian chuckles softly. "Is that a request for our next vacation?"

"I'll take anywhere warmer than here," I say, opening the menu. Hell, I think, I'd take a vacation if it meant escaping from Jack Hyde…

"I'll have to remember that." He opens a menu and glances through it. "Do you want anything to eat?" he asks me. I shake my head.

The waitress comes back and I notice the top two buttons of her shirt have come undone. I frown. "What can I get for you two?" she asks excitedly, oogling over Christian.

"Coffee and a breakfast tea please," he replies looking down at the menu, pointedly avoiding eye contact with her. "Twinnings if you have it. That's all."

"Actually, make that tea a warm glass of milk," I say. She nods and saunters back to the kitchen.

Christian raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity. "No tea?"

I bite my lip. "I don't know what I can and can't drink right now," I say awkwardly, looking to see if there is anyone within earshot.

Christian stiffens next to me. "I think tea would be fine," he says slowly. "But it's probably best to be on the safe side. I'll add it to my research tomorrow."

"Thank you." I relax into his chest. He'll add it to his research tomorrow. He wants to research about it. Our baby.

"Just give me some time to come around."

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