5 Years Later...

CPOV

I can't believe it's coming up to five years. The day I lost my Ana. Every night, I am transported back to that horrible night. The bullet going straight in my chest. Me blacking out. Taylor telling me that Ana had died. I couldn't believe it. I left the business after that. If I couldn't protect my Ana, I couldn't protect anyone. My Ana. Apparently she died after a second shot was fired and got her in the head. My sweet girl.

"Chris!" Ros shouts to me.

"Huh?" Shaken out of my own little world. I'm in my office which has a picture of Ana on my desk that no-one knows about as usually gets past the seating area for my meetings. I start up my own business Grey Enterprises which is doing very well. I've acquired nearly every single company in Seattle.

"Have you been listening? The President has invited you to the White House Conference Dinner. Everyone who is everyone is going. You must go."

"Ros - I pretty much know anyone anyway. Why do I need to go?" Ros stands up and looks me straight in the eye.

"Because it is the President of the United States! If you get close with him, we're at the top! You never know, you meet a girl there. Oh sorry - or boy. Whichever takes your fancy." What the fuck?!

"Excuse me, Ros?" She looks at me shocked. "You think I'm gay?" Her mouth grows wider in shock and humiliation. I start chuckling to myself. Man, this is hilarious.

"Stop laughing, Chris! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant, I have never ever seen you with a girl. I pretty much thought you were gay or celibate." She explains. I start shaking my head.

"Not gay. There's only one person I want to be with. She died five years ago tomorrow."

"Chris - I'm sorry. I never knew." I hold up my hand to stop her pitying me.

"It's fine Ros. Just the way it is. I'll go to the white house. Make sure the jet is all ready by this 3pm."

"Sure Christian." She walks away and I lean against the window overlooking the craziness of a Friday evening. I pull out my phone and let Mrs Jones know I will not be home and to send Taylor with an overnight bag for me for the dinner tonight. Oh god, I really don't feel like schmoozing tonight of all nights. Jack Hyde was taken to prison and was charged on first degree murder and attempted murder. That fucker won't see the light of day ever again. Hope he fucking rots in hell for all I fucking care. I went to kill him after Ana died but the fucker has more security than I do now! Next thing I know, I'm on my way to Sea-Tac when I tell Taylor to make a stop on Rosewood Drive. He drives up to Steele Manor which is completely abandoned and neglected. I walk towards the gates and place pink roses on them for my girl. I run my hands through my hair. I can't believe it. Five years.

"I'll always regret that I never told you that I love you too. I hope you know it now. Miss you Ana."

I arrive at the White House Correspondence Dinner. Everyone is here. Kanye West has already tried asking me to help him with his clothing business but I've told him no, time and time again. Kim Kardashian asking me to do a stupid selfie with her. All the paparazzi lights are flashing on and off. "Who are you wearing, Mr Grey?" "Why no date Mr Grey?" Urgh whatever. I walk past them as I have no time for gossip. I see Raymond Steele at the event and I see him look at me with no emotion. His straight face, just glaring at me. He probably blames me for her death. I tried to save her. I did everything I could!

We are then called to our tables. I'm with my family as I asked for them to be my guests and plus so I don't have to socialise with anyone. The President then goes up on the podium and starts doing the funny innuendo speeches that everyone likes, blah, blah, blah.

"And to end, I want to add that we are very honoured by one of our guests this evening, Mr Christian Grey, which the Correspondence Dinner's proceeds going to his Rose Foundation to increase security from stalkers." The spotlight shines on me and I quickly stand and do a polite wave. Man, I need to get out of here, NOW!

"Mr Grey - the car is outside waiting for you, Sir." Taylor lets me know. It's weird him calling me sir considering he was once my boss. When I started GEH, I started getting lots of attention so I needed security which then heightened the attention even more. Taylor's was my number one choice.

"Taylor - I think I might take a walk and clear my head if that's alright. I'll keep my phone on me if you need me but its 12am. I don't think anyone is going to be out. I just need to clear my head."

"Yes sir." Taylor walks into the SUV and drives to the hotel. I take a slow walk around the streets of D.C. I like the fact there is no-one around. It's so calm. I feel like I can breathe but my thoughts go right back to Ana. Why did she have to go? Why did she have to be the one to die out of both of us. Suddenly, I feel my coat being tugged. I look round abruptly, worried I'm being mugged but see a small boy next to me tugging my coat. He's looking at me with big blue eyes and longish copper hair. He has the rosiest cheeks I've seen. Have I seen him before? I bend down to his level and he is clutching a blanket. He reminds me of myself when Grace took me in.

"Hello. Are you ok?" I ask him. He starts shaking his head erratically and his eyes fill up with tears.

"Are you lost?" He nods. What do I do with a lost child?

"My name is Christian. Can you tell me yours?"

"Teddy."

"Teddy - that's my grandpa's name! Ok- Teddy. Where are your mum and Dad?"

"Me have no DaDa. Mama gone to work and I can't find her." Aw god.

"You went to look for Mama?" He nods.

"Let me help you find her - do you know your mama's name?"

"Mama." He replies. Ah man, this is going to be hard.

"Ok. How old are you?" I ask him and he holds up four fingers. His hands are half the size of mine. They're so cute. Wait - what the hell am I saying?!

"Four. Ok - let's try and find your Mama." I pick him up into my arms. He snuggles into my neck. The feeling is so weird to me. Like it's natural.

An hour later and no luck. I've gone into nearly every single business open asking if they know this boy's mother and no-one seems to know. This is ridiculous. I start walking again and I hear someone shouting "Teddy!" The boy turns round. "Mama!" Suddenly I see someone fall to my feet and clutching them.

"Please, give me my son! Don't hurt him, just give him back to me." I know that voice. I look down and see a mess of chestnut hair at my feet. I bend down to her level where she is sobbing.

"Please don't tell me your Anastasia Steele?" The woman looks at me and I see the same crystal blue eyes which I've missed for the last five years.

"Christian."