*I'm really sorry for the technical issues before the lining I had in to separate the POV's doesn't show up on the sight and I didn't realize it until you guys pointed it out. I'm so so so so so so sorry for any confusion. I just went in and put the POV's in for this chapter as well as chapter twelve. Again I'm sorry for any confusion!*

Ana's POV

"Services will be held at the house on Wednesday."

"We'll be there. If you need anything please don't hesitate to call us. We'd really like to help anyway we can." Christian nods his head, standing resolute next to me.

"Christian, I'm worried about him." We're on our way back to my car. Christian promptly had his car disposed of when he got back. "Where is he?" He isn't at the car when we get back.

"He probably called Taylor or Justin to come get him." Justin has been Ted's best and essentially only friend since first grade. He has dozens of team mates and classmates that he gets on with well enough but Justin is the only one he considers his friend. The Grey men keep very small circles.

I'm fidgety the entire way home. "Ana you mustn't get yourself worked up. You're going to end up having another episode." He's right. I really don't want to have another anxiety attack. I focus on keeping my breathing steady. I really hope Teddy's okay.

Christian's POV

"Here you are. Your mother is worried sick." My son is sitting in my chair in my office soaking wet. He must have ran home. He just looks at me like he doesn't actually see me. "I know what you need." I walk over to my chest and retrieve two glasses and a bottle of aged scotch. If this doesn't help him unwind, nothing will. "I know that this all seems very unfair and ill-timed." I hand him his glass and he doesn't move to drink it. "Don't tell your mother I gave you that. She'd kill me." He winces. Fuck! Why did I just say that? Maybe Ana really is a better parent than I am. "Son, I know you're used to talking to your mother about things like this, but I'm really trying to keep her de-stressed and as calm as possible. This probably all comes as a shock to you. Hell I'm shocked as well. Dana was a bright girl. She would have made an excellent lawyer." He's still staring at me. "About the child, well I didn't know you were having sex but that's neither here nor there. Losing a child is very hard to deal with no matter how old you are or how you look at the situation. Your mother and I-"

"Who is Elena?"

Ana's POV

"Yeah I know. These past two days have just been Hell in this house."

"Poor Teddy!" Mia is holding back her tears I can see it in her face.

"Are they going to do a memorial?" Kate asks.

"I'm not sure. The services are at their home on Wednesday.

"I couldn't imagine having them in the house. I'd think about it every time I walked into the room." Mia muses.

"Is that the banana?" Elliot shouts from behind Kate

"Hi Elliot!" I wave to him

"He's never going to let me live that down is he?" I ask Kate.

"Nope. Get used to it Banana." I once drunkenly called myself Banana instead of Ana and Elliot refuses to let it go.

"What's happened to the guy that hit her?" Kate's moved from her bedroom to the living room.

"He died on impact as well."

"You guys just cannot catch a break. First your dad and a drunk driver. Then Phoebe. Then Joe. Then Dana and a drunk driver and her baby. I really am sorry Ana." Mia nods in agreement.

"I'm mostly worried about Ted. I'll be fine but, you guys didn't see him today. When he came back from hunting he looked shattered. I've never seen him like that. He was covered in blood and he just stared at me until he finally said her name. I hate seeing him this way and there's nothing I can do to fix it. My baby's hurting." All three of us are crying and it makes me feel pathetic. "I'm going to go find him."

"Tell him we love him!" Mia spurts out before I end the Skype call.

I'm wondering through the house and I hear Christian's voice. They're in his study. I stand outside the door. I don't want to interrupt their father son discussion.

"Losing a child is very hard to deal with no matter how old you are or how you look at the situation. Your mother and I-"

"Who's Elena?"

My heart stops at the mention of her name. How does Teddy know about her? We've never mentioned her to him. Did she contact him?

"Excuse me?" Christian sounds just as surprised as me.

"You fucking heard me! Who is she?" I hear something being placed on the desk. Why is Ted so mad? His voice is menacingly calm.

"How do you know about Elena?" Christian is on edge and I'm about to collapse.

"She called you." Something hits the desk. She called him? After all these years and after Grace ruining her social life she called him? What is it with this woman? Why won't she leave my husband alone? "Are you fucking her?"

"What?"

"Are. You. Fucking. Her."

"Teddy I-"

"Listen. You better not lie to me because I will find out and father or not I will ruin you. That woman means the world to me and if you hurt her, if you even think about hurting my mother I will do everything in my power to make you wish she'd had two miscarriages." When will he stop trying to save me from everything?

"Theodore Grey. Elena Lincoln is someone I was friends with years ago and I can assure you that you do not want to go toe to toe with me. I understand that you are going through a lot right now but dead girlfriend or not, son or not, I won't be disrespected in my own home."

"You may have paid for all of this but you did not make it a home. My mother did that!" This is going to get serious if I don't stop it.

"Gloves down boys!" They both look like they've been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "You," I point to Teddy. "I love you and I know you're worried about me but I'm the parent. Worrying is my job. You will not always be able to be my superman." He pokes his bottom lip out and it makes him look so young. It softens me. "But I appreciate you trying. And you." I look at Christian and I know he doesn't think he's in the wrong. "You do not get to threaten him no matter what he say. He is 18. It's his job to make stupid decisions and say stupid things. You're his father. You teach him better you do NOT try to one up him." I'm fuming and he knows not to argue with me. "Teddy, go to your room. I need to talk to your father about his old friend Mrs. Robinson.

Teddy polishes off what looks like scotch and walks out, giving Christian a death stare.

"Ana," Christian starts as soon as Ted is gone but I hold up my hand to stop him.

"I am going to talk. You are going to listen. I am going to ask you questions. You are going to answer them." He narrows his eyes at me and I know I have the upper hand for now. I have to strike while the irons hot. "You have really fucked up Grey! His girlfriend just died and you threaten him! He's not your employee. He's not some owner of a company you're trying to buy. He is your son! He's hurting and he's scared and he needs you right now more than ever and your wise words of advice are 'you don't want to go toe to toe with me'. Are you fucking serious?" I throw my hands in the air in exasperation. I really cannot believe he's just said that. "You will apologize to him and you will mean it." His eyes tell me he's not going to like it but I know he'll do it. Even though he might not admit it, he gets that he was wrong. "Are you sleeping with her again?"

"No! Of course not! I-"

"When was the last time you talked to her?"

"When I was in Japan." No he didn't!

"When?" As if I wasn't already pissed enough!

He sighs and I know I'm not going to like his answer. "After you called me."

"You called her after I told you I'd been raped?"

"Yes."

My vision took on a red tint and I could taste burning metal in my mouth. I walked up to him until we were but a foot apart. I don't know what came over me but I took my right hand over my left shoulder and for the first time in my life, I hit Christian. I slapped him across the face and it made a very gratifying sound.

"Anastasia!" Christian gasped and his hand went to his cheek.

"I hate you." I hissed and stormed out of the room leaving him looking like he'd just seen a ghost, slamming the door behind me.