A/N: Hi all! I've had a busy few weeks, but I'm back with an update. I hope you enjoy :)

Ch 11

"Please initial here and here." Mrs McNamara directs me. "This is acknowledging that you are adding on a person to the custody. Next you will sign the agreement naming Mr Grey as the added guardian."

I feel like my hand will soon fall off from signing my name. I even have to spell my name aloud in my head because I'm starting to forget letters.

"Now, Mr Grey. I need you to sign here and here, also initial and date here please." McNamara points everything out.

"Okay." She smiles at us as she collects the papers. "That's all the paperwork for today. Monday at court you may have more to do. Here is your copy." She hands over a stack of notarized papers. "Shall we?" she motions to the door.

Christian and I walk hand in hand back to the infant room. I get a feeling of butterflies knowing that my kid is in there. Slow down, Ana. I know I'm in for a rude awakening and a crash course on parenting but I can't help but be excited to see that little face again.

I look around for Harper, my eyes moving so fast that I'm sure I look like a crazy person. I see her with her caregiver, Mary. I pull Christian over to them, hoping she is okay with coming with us. Harper is pointing to pictures in a book as Mary tells her what each item is.

"Hi." I say.

"Harper, look who's here?" Mary says and points to Christian and I.

Harper looks at us confused, but eventually gives us a smile. So far so good.

"Are you ready to take this young lady home now?" McNamara asks us.

I look at Christian and he shrugs at me.

"Are we allowed to?" I ask her.

"Of Course." McNamara laughs at us. "She's yours now. You can do whatever you want."

She's ours. She's mine. Wow.

I kneel down near Harper.

"Hi, pretty girl. You wanna come home with us?" I ask and hold my arms out.

Harper leans into me so I pull her up.

"Hon?" I turn to Christian. "Hand me her coat please?"

Christian hands me her smaller coat. I start to put it on Harper, but I feel like I'm going to pull to hard and hurt her.I try to reason with myself that she is sturdier than I would guess, but it doesn't help much. I finally manage to get her in, then Christian hands me a hat that I didn't know we had bought. Christian must have grabbed the matching hat when he picked the coat out.

I stand up while keeping a hold on Harper.

"Any thing we should know before we go?" I ask, silently scolding myself for rhyming.

"Harper just got up from a nap, she has been going down for the night at about 8. She should get hungry at about 5. Anything we have of hers is packed in her diaper bag that we gave your security." Mary informs us.

"Thank you both so much." I address both ladies.

"Yes, your help has been much appreciated." Christian adds in.

I walk out with Harper in my arms. I feel incredibly weird, almost like I'm doing something wrong. I guess I have to adjust to the idea of a child, but without the 9 months most women tells us to take Harper's coat off before buckling her in, so as to keep her the safest. Thankfully he thought ahead and had the SUV very warm for her. Both Christian and I watch very closely as Taylor secures her in.

"That's it? She's safe?" Christian asks.

"Yes. She's in there good." Taylor tells us then climbs into the driver's seat.

I'm sitting on the right side of the vehicle with the baby to my left. I peer in and see Harper looking around confused, and maybe a bit upset.

"Hi, honey." she looks at me when she hears my voice. "It's okay. We are going to your new home. Look what I have," I reach down to the bag at my feet and give her a stuffed bunny.

Harper touches it lightly, then grabs it and starts to stick its ear in her mouth. I don't want her to do that, so I look in her diaper bag and find the binky that Mary told us was in there. With the binky in her mouth she looks at and moves her new friend all around.

With the baby calm I look at Christian.

"She looked cute in that jacket and hat." I tell him.

"Yeah. She did." he agrees with a small smile.

"See? You already have good baby instincts."

"You're very 'glass half full' today, Mrs Grey." Christian says.

"Babe, I'm delirious: I haven't slept since before I met with Mr Jones. At least not much. Pretty soon I'm going to be laughing for no reason." I joke.

"So essentially you are drunk without drinking?"

"Yup. Still get the hangover, though."

Arriving at Escala I am surprised by how much Christian got accomplished before we got home.

I see the new high chair sitting at the end of the breakfast bar. I move to the living room and take Harpers outer layers off, then my own. I see Harper looking at her new surroundings, and unsure of everything she moves closer to me. I pick her up just as Christian enters with the bags.

"She okay?" he asks me.

"Yeah. Just overwhelmed I think." he nods.

I follow Christian to Harper's new room. Inside already is her crib and Rocking Chair.

"Taylor mentioned that the changing table and dresser are being put together now." Christian tells me.

"Oh. Maybe I should change her." I realize.

I kneel on the floor and pull the diaper bag over to me. I see Christian watching us so I gesture for him to sit next to me.

"Please tell me you are gonna throw me in the deep end here." Christian says sounding scared.

"Just hand me stuff, please. Can you get me a light blanket to put under her?" I ask. He quickly complies. "Now we need the wipes, a diaper, and cream in case we need it."

With everything lined up I go about the business of changing her.

"Why does this one have a green line instead of a yellow one?" Christian asks.

"The yellow line turns green when she pees. That helps to tell you if she is wet or not,"

"That's ingenious." he says and I chuckle lightly.

I get Harper dressed again, but leave her on the floor and stand to go throw the diaper out and wash my hands.

"Where are you going?" Christian says sounding panicked.

I tell him, but it doesn't help his fear.

"But what about the baby?"

"Just watch her, she will probably roll over and crawl. I'll be right back. You will be fine." I tell him.

I pause when I come back to the room.

"Ana better come back in a second." I hear him say to Harper. I see he is leaning over her and talking. My guess is he is trying to entertain her so she doesn't make any sudden movements. "I'm sorry I'm not as fun as her, or smell as good."

"Now don't cut yourself short, you smell delicious." I tell him as I enter the room.

Christian straightens up, like he was caught doing something wrong. Maybe I embarrassed him.

"Speaking of delicious, I think dinner is ready. Can you bring her with you?" I ask as I quickly leave the room.

I know that Christian is uncomfortable, but I think it is better to have him bond with her sooner rather than later.

"What? Ana?" I hear his voice get loud, and then hear Harper start to whine. "Oh, no. I didn't mean to scare you. It's okay, shhhh."

Pick her up. Pick her up.

"Okay. How do I do this?" I assume he figures out how to lift her. "You're fine. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

I escape down the hall, not wanting him to know I was eavesdropping. I go to put away the coats that are in the living room, and I find Harper's binky. I bring the binky into the kitchen area.

"Hi, Gail." I say.

"Hello, Mrs Grey. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

I hear Harper's crying coming nearer. It's not as loud anymore, just a little whimpering.

Good job, Grey.

I turn to see him holding her with her back to him. He has one hand under her bottom, and the other around her middle. I realize he did this so she can't accidentally touch him. I know he will be fine, because he is so cautious with her. He wants her safe.

"I don't appreciate that stunt, Ana." he tells me, but uses a light tone so as not to upset the baby.

"Hi, sweetie. You want this?" I show Harper her binky, then put it up to her lips and she takes it in immediately. Her whimpering ceases, so I look at Christian. "You needed to face your fear. You hadn't touched her at all, and now you have. We can't do this without you and I both getting over our nerves. You are not alone there, we just have different areas where we are nervous." I explain.

"Give me some sort of warning before you pull something like that again." Christian grumbles.

"Okay. Can you put her in the high chair?" I ask him. He doesn't verbally respond, he just walks to the chair, placing her in it.

They are so cute.