APOV
I climb into Christian's lap feeling slightly anxious over the upcoming turbulence as we fly over the Atlantic Ocean. Inside I am squealing with excitement to be going to Paris. Really Europe for that matter! I've never been off the mainland and I can't believe I get to go to the most romantic city in the world with the love of my life. But the flying part has made me a bit queasy and now I've thrown up twice already. How sexy. All I wanted to do was make love in the air.. I think Christian wanted to as well. He's been going on about some mile high club whatever that is. But now he's rubbing my back as I lay my head on his shoulder willing the nausea away.
"Angel, drink more of this" he says handing me some ginger ale. "I'm almost tempted to give you something stronger" he says pressing a kiss to my forehead. I shake my head no at his idea. I do think the flight is making my stomach a little crazy but in the back of my mind there's a nagging little thought. My absent period. I've never been late before, taking the pill religiously everyday for the past two years has kept me pretty regimented. And now I was two weeks late. I look up at Christian and wonder how he would react to me being pregnant. Lose it probably. I groan inwardly when I think about how my parents would react. They about lost it when they found out Christian was taking me out of the United States!
Flashback
"What?!" My mother exclaims and I wince at the decibel of her voice. "Absolutely not!"
"I wasn't really here to ask for your permission. Just to tell you that I might be unreachable at times." I shrug as if it's the most normal thing.
"What if something happens to you! Or.. he leaves you there or trades you for some business deal! What if you get taken!"
I roll my eyes. "Then you hire Liam Neeson to come find me" I say referencing the movie with a cheeky smirk.
"Don't you dare joke about this, Anastasia Rose this is serious!"
"Then stop being ridiculous! Christian would never let any harm come to me in Paris or anywhere for that matter. Christian would do… anything to protect me" I say knowing how far his protectiveness would go. It runs my blood cold to even think it but I know if it ever came down to it he'd trade his life for mine in a heartbeat.
"You're so naive, Ana!"
"Fine I guess I am. But naive or not I'm getting on a plane next week and going to France to eat croissants and see the Eiffel Tower." I say crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes.
"You're impossible!"
I ignore her comment. "I want to talk to dad"
"He's asleep, you know the chemo takes a lot out of him"
After we convinced my father that a second opinion was necessary, they were able to determine that my father's cancer was in fact only at stage two and that a somewhat aggressive chemotherapy was the best course of action. He'd been battling round after round with the strength and resilience he needed when he served and kicking it's ass. But of course it still left him feeling exhausted at the end of the day.
"I know he won't wake up until tomorrow. So I'll be by after school" I had also come over to get my English to French Dictionary, some of my translation books and my beret. I don't plan to use the dictionary much while I'm there… I don't want to appear too touristy but I'm going to study up on my French before. I pull on my beret that I typically wear to French club before kissing her on both cheeks. "Au revoir, maman!"
End Flashback
So now I'm on a plane to Paris, wondering if I'm pregnant, how to tell the father and how to even think about telling my parents one of which thought that the potential father would be selling me into sex slavery. Dammit. The thought has my stomach churning again as I hop off of Christian's lap and bolt for the bathroom. I hear him behind me and within a second my head is in the toilet. "How do I still have anything to throw up!" I cry between heaves.
I feel his hand rubbing my back. I had already put my hair up after the first trip to the bathroom but he holds my ponytail back anyway. I feel his body inching closer towards me and I can't escape the sizzle that moves through me. How can I be turned on while I'm puking?! What is this witchcraft this man weaves over me?
"Christian just go.. leave me be" I wave my hand towards him despite the fact that my head is still submerged in the bowl.
"Of course I'm not leaving you, are you insane?"
"I'm puking, not dying. I got it" I say pulling back slightly to glare at him. "This is so not sexy. So just go I don't want you to watch me throw up anymore!"
He huffs before pointing outside the door. "I'll be right outside"
I nod my head and I'm grateful for the time alone. I think I'm done throwing up for the time being but I need a moment with my racing thoughts. Pregnant? Me? WHAT!?
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I've finally calmed my stomach enough and after brushing my teeth twice and gargling with about a gallon of Listerine I let Christian get to second base. I wasn't sure how okay I was to handle full on intercourse but after two orgasms I felt sated and happy. I move on our bed so that I am nestled between his legs and I begin to rub him through his boxer briefs.
"No Anastasia" he tries to order me but I can hear the want in his voice.
"No what?" I say as I pull his underwear down slightly and place a kiss where the hair becomes more coarse.
"As much as I would love those lips around me, I would prefer if you didn't throw up on me" he chuckles and I groan at his comment.
"I'm fine now!" He raises an eyebrow at me and I huff. "Fine. But your dick is mine the second we get off this plane" I say poking his chest before I fall to his side. I hope.
After a pretty expedited trip through customs, I've donned my beret as I skip excitedly out of the airport. "We're here!" I cheer. "I can't believe it, I'm in Paris!" I squeal with excitement before I'm in Christian's arms kissing him with all of the passion I couldn't give him on the plane. I pull back to look at his more than pleased expression. "I love you so much! Thank you!" I know I'm behaving like a crazy person but I've dreamt my whole life of coming here.
He smiles at my enthusiasm before setting me down. "You are most welcome." I watch as Taylor and Sawyer pack our car and soon we are off. Christian raised the privacy screen as soon as we were in the car and before it even reached the top I am in his lap, my lips moving against his with such fervor it makes me weak. "Are you feeling better?" He asks me once we pull apart his hands stroking my face.
I nod. "Yes much better." And it was true, I did feel better. Making me wonder how much truth there was to this "morning sickness" business.
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I get off of my knees and set my elbows on the seat of the toilet as I rest my hands over my eyes. This is the third goddamn morning I've gotten sick and still no period in sight. It was time to pull out the big guns. I need answers. And I need a pregnancy test.
I slip out of the bathroom and am pleased Christian is still sleeping. I've been able to hide my throwing up the past two days due to Christian's slight jet lag and my 5 am wake up calls. I rub my face before moving through the suite towards the security wing. I knock on Taylor's door and before I have to knock again, he's answering it.
"Do you sleep?" I ask my eyes widening.
"Sawyer and I do so in shifts, what can I help you with Ana?"
I smile knowing that he feels comfortable enough finally to call me Ana. "I need to go to the store"
"Stomach still acting up?"
I nod. "Yes. So can we go?"
"I already went and cleared it out for you. I've got Pepto, Tums, even some harder stuff. I'm sorry you're so sick, Ana" he says sadly.
"I.. it's fine, I just-" Fuck! He's got every remedy for every stomach ailment in his suite. How am I going to get out of this?
"Baby?" I hear behind me and I feel hands on my shoulders. "Why are you up so early?"
"I… I got sick again and was hoping Taylor could take me to the store"
"Taylor has everything" he says turning me to look at him. "God you're pale too" he touches my forehead. "And you're sweating" Because I'm nervous as fuck! Stop touching me, Grey!
"I- I'm fine" I say swatting away his hand. "I just… maybe some NyQuil?" I say praying that Taylor doesn't have that
"NyQuil?" He asks. "That's not going to help your stomach.. and it will knock you out cold. I thought you wanted to see Notre Dame today?" Christian asks.
"I- do? But I- umm.." I bite my bottom lip and sigh. "I don't think he has what I need. It's fine, I'll be ten minutes I'll just run out and-" I say moving away from their prying eyes when I feel a hand around my arm.
"Absolutely not. You think I'm just going to let you traipse around France by yourself?" Christian says.
"No.. Taylor would be with me?"
"What could you possibly need that Taylor doesn't have from his suite pharmacy?!" He says and I find myself suppressing a giggle at his attempt at humor at 5 in the morning.
I look at Taylor and give him a small smile. "Thank you, I think I'm good for now." I grab Christian's hand and pull him through our suite and back to our bedroom and snap my fingers as I point at our bed. I begin to pace wondering how I'm going to possibly change this man's life with a few words.
"Angel what is it? Is it more than just your stomach?" He says his eyes studying me carefully.
"Yes" I say quietly.
He stands up and moves toward me as I take a step back. I put an arm up and shake my head. "I- I need to get this out"
"You're scaring me, what's wrong Ana? Do you need to go to a hospital?"
Yeah maybe in nine months. Just tell him, Ana. "I- I don't know if it's just the plane or the jet lag making me sick. I think- I think I'm having morning sickness"
"Morning sickness? Ana that's only when you're-" his eyes widen as he looks away from me slightly and I think he's trying to do some math in his head to calculate how late I am. He drops to the bed and looks up at me."You're… you're" he points to my stomach. "We… I…"
I decide to stop him now and I move towards him. I kneel in front of him and place both hands on his chest. "I don't know. I haven't taken a test yet. But I'm late"
He lets out a breath. "I need to sit"
"You are sitting." I say.
"Then I- I need to stand" he stands up and begins to pace the floor. "Your parents will kill me! Like actually murder me" Okay that's his first thought? Could be worse. "And you're eighteen! Oh my God. How could I have let this happen? You're so young and… you want to be a ballerina and... fuck! What about college?"
"Christian deep breaths.. I don't know for sure"
"Let's go" he says grabbing my hand.
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CPOV
I don't think I've even completely processed the words she's said before I'm running through our suite pulling Ana behind me. "TAYLOR!" I yell.
"Jesus Christian wake up the whole hotel why don't you?" Ana says and I resist the urge to glare at her for her smart mouth. She's probably as scared as I am.
Taylor appears before us and I know he is confused at what has me so visibly shaken. "We need to make a trip to the store. Now. Sawyer can stay."
"Sir.. now?"
"Yes? They have 24 hour places here don't they?"
"I believe there is one a few miles from here"
"Let's go"
"Baby you're panicked" Ana says from next to me as she squeezes my hand slightly.
"YA THINK?!" I say and I sigh. "I'm sorry, angel. I'm just…" I run a hand through my hair and pull her into a hug. I want her to know I am in this with her. She probably took my reaction as not wanting a baby. Or not wanting one with her. Or… Christian you're spiraling. "We will deal with this together"
"Deal with it?" She winces and I wonder if those were the right choice of words.
"Let's just- get a test. Like twenty of them"
We are in the car maneuvering through the Parisian streets. I feel my leg bouncing up and down when I feel a hand around it and squeezing. "You're making me nervous"
"I'm making YOU nervous?!" I exclaim. I could be less than an hour away from becoming a father and I'm making her nervous?! I know she's just as nervous so I keep that to myself. I stop bouncing my knee and run my hand through my hair for the hundredth time since we got in the car. "You're not pregnant" I say. "I mean… you're probably just a little late? You've been stressed about your father and then school and college next year and… that can delay it right?" I pull out my phone and begin googling reasons a woman's cycle is delayed. "You work out… you've been working out more so than usual? Have you changed your diet?" I scroll through more and I become more horrified as I go. "Okay all of these are more serious I hope it's none of these" She bites her bottom lip as she studies me and just that quick I want to pounce on her despite the circumstances. I lean in to kiss her when I hear Taylor clearing his throats indicating we've arrived at the mini mart. I pull Ana out of the car and we bolt through the door.
"Bonjour mademoiselle, monsieur!" The man behind the counter says and I wonder if he will go on but I interrupt him. I point at Ana's stomach and I can't even get the words out. "BABY!" I yell finally and Ana shakes her head pushing my hand out of the way.
"Bonjour monsieur, ou est teste du grosesse?" She says in a perfect accent that makes my cock twitch. She's really been killing me with her French speaking. I swear she does this shit on purpose.
He points across the mart. "Ligne quatre"
"Merci beaucoup" Ana says before pulling me to aisle four. We are running through the aisle when something catches my eye.
"You know I've never tried these Yours and Mine warming gels" I say holding up the package of K-Y Jelly lubricants. "I hear good things though, do you think it-"
"CAN YOU FOCUS!?" I hear her shriek as she's stacking the tests up and holding them under her chin.
"Right right." I say moving towards her. "But we are getting this too"
"FINE!" She yells. "You want to talk about doing what got us into this situation in the first place!?"
"What are we never going to have sex again?" I say looking at her. "That's cute"
She huffs and storms past me towards the counter and I do a onceover to make sure there wasn't anything else I might be interested in trying. I was never big on lubricants but this says something about "out of this world sensations." We will see about that.
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CPOV
We are back in our bedroom with a few bags filled of pregnancy tests. Who knew there were so many different kinds of tests?
I hand her one and pull her into the bathroom. "At least we both understand French" I say.
"Give me that." She says taking it from me. "Even if we didn't these are all pretty universal. Match up the lines. Or Enceinte versus Pas Enceinte."
"God you're sexy when you speak French." I say as I back her against the wall. "I almost lost it in the store." I plant my lips to hers and I hope she's understanding everything I'm trying to convey to her. I'm scared shitless but we are in this together. I will take care of you, always. I pull away from her and I can see the stars in her eyes. I kiss her forehead before I open the test for her and lean against the wall.
She furrows her brow at me and shakes her head. "Absolutely not, Christian. Out"
"What? Ana don't be ridiculous just go"
"No! I'm not peeing with you in here."
"But I want to be here" I say. And I do. I don't want her to go through this by herself. I know she's scared and frankly I am too. I need her just as much as she needs me. Probably more.
"Just let me pee and you can come back in after, okay?"
"Fine"
I move to the other side of the door as my mind starts to race. Okay, this is it. Would I be a good father? What if he or she doesn't like me? What if I hurt them? Shit can they touch my chest? Of course they can they're a part of me. Ana is only eighteen and if she wanted to be a ballerina it throws a wrench in that plan for now. And what about college? I don't want this to keep her from her dreams. She'll resent me. How could I have been so irresponsible? We fuck like rabbits and we don't use condoms and fuck fuck fuck! I feel like I'm standing outside of the bathroom for what feels like forever when she comes into view interrupting my thoughts.
APOV
I walk outside to see Christian pulling at his hair and my heart slightly sinks. I reach for him and move into his arms squeezing him tight. "I'm scared too Christian"
He kisses the top of my head and I feel a hand under my chin lifting my gaze upward. "You know if you are pregnant that I will take care of you and our baby.. don't you?" That was a thought that crossed my mind albeit briefly. Would he leave me? Tell me it was my problem or worse to get rid of it? I bite my lip as I will the tears away and he pulls me into his lap. "Is your silence supposed to tell me that you don't know that?" He asks cupping my cheeks.
"I- I know a baby isn't really in your plans" Maybe ever. But surely not now.
"You're in my plans. You're the center of all my plans for the future"
My heart begins to beat wildly at the intensity of his statement. "That's nice to hear" I say softly unable to come up with anything else to say.
"It's been a few minutes. Should we check?" He asks and I nod. I get up and move to the bathroom grabbing the two tests I took. I know he's right behind me and my hands begin to shake when I see the results staring me right in the face. "Enceinte" and two pink lines indicating "pregnant." I spin around and look at Christian and before I know it I'm crying and in his arms.
"I'm.. I'm…" I say through hiccups and he nods against me as he looks at the tests I had dropped to the floor. "Oh my God I'm only eighteen!" I'm still in high school!" I begin to cry even harder as Christian moves us to the floor of the bathroom. "I think I'm having a panic attack" I say as I grip Christian's shirt.
"Hey, look at me" he says grabbing my face. "Deep breaths Ana" he says and I begin to follow his instruction and soon the tightness in my chest begins to subside.
"Do you hate me?" I ask after a few minutes. I can barely see him through my tears but I can feel his body language and I know it better than my own.
"No, angel. Never." He pulls me to his chest and this simple act spurs me to cry even harder. I sob into his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck bringing me closer to him. Maybe if I climb inside of him, I'll feel safe. And everything will be okay. I feel like I've been crying for ages when I pull myself out of his lap and off of the floor.
"I'm- I'm sorry I had that reaction. It's not about you. I'm just… this is a lot to take in."
"I didn't think it was.. I'm just as anxious about all of this as you are" he says following me out of the bathroom and sitting on the bed. "You're in high school" he rubs his head. "I got a high school girl pregnant… the media is going to have a field day" he groans.
"They already know about me somewhat I thought?" I'm not sure how much the media knows about Christian Grey's "love affair" with the "petite brunette." They've spotted me coming and going a few times from GEH but when I leave Escala it's typically through the garage and I'm in a car with tinted windows. Other than that we've been very lowkey. The plan was for me to graduate before we really went public. I wonder how explosive this will be now.
"Very little. I've kept you out of the limelight as much as possible." He sighs before he stands and begins to pace back and forth again. He's acting like a caged animal with all of this pacing. "We will need to get married before I planned"
"A shotgun wedding" I roll my eyes. "How romantic" I say sarcastically.
"It's not a shotgun wedding if I've already bought the ring. Isn't that when a couple only gets married because she's pregnant?"
My eyes widen at his slip of the tongue and I stand in front of him, effectively stopping him from pacing. "You… you've already bought a ring?"
"WHO SAID THAT!?" He yells, his eyes wide with confusion.
Christian Grey has officially snapped. "Uh.. you just did?"
"I don't know what I'm saying. I'm losing it" he says pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I see that"
He ignores my comment. "They're still making it. I'm waiting on a diamond from overseas" My eyes shoot to my hairline as I think about what glacier this man is trying to put on my finger.
"I- I don't want you to think you have to marry me now just because…" Say the words, Ana. You have to get used to saying the words. "We're going to have a baby"
He looks at me, his eyes wide with what looks like horror before he shakes his head. "I am so sorry I did this to you" He drops to the bed as his head falls into his hands defeatedly.
I immediately move to him and position myself in his lap pulling his head out of his hands to look at me. "You didn't do anything to me, Christian." I say softly. "But love me… so much. I know this wasn't in our plans but everything will be fine." I feel a single tear move down my face and I brush it away.
"You were sobbing like fifteen minutes ago" he says sadly. "I don't blame you. What kind of father would I be?"
"A wonderful father. You have so much love to give, Christian. Our baby will be so lucky to have you. I was just overwhelmed… I mean I am young, Christian. I guess call it hormones." I chuckle. "I knew I wanted a baby with you someday. It's just coming a little sooner than I wanted. Frankly, I didn't think you would want one at all"
"I want to give you everything you want. And if that meant a baby, I was giving you one"
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We spent the rest of our vacation in Paris sightseeing, making love on every surface of our hotel room and eating every carbohydrate we could get our hands on. It wasn't until the last night when we realized that we were leaving our little bubble that we needed to have some sort of a game plan in place for when we got home.
"So Andrea booked us an appointment with an OB named Dr. Greene" he tells me as he washes the shampoo from my hair. He had successfully washed my hair as we sat in this enormous bathtub. I nod my head. "She said she's the best." I nod again.
"When?"
"Umm next Thursday, I believe." He says. "I'll have to check the calendar"
"Like when I'm in school?" I say turning around and raising an eyebrow.
"We'll get you a doctor's note"
"From a baby doctor? That will go over well" I sigh.
"They're going to find out eventually"
"Ummm no? It's April, I graduate in May. I'm not telling anyone anything. I don't need that kind of drama"
"Are you going to tell your parents at least?"
"Well… yeah. I guess. God this is so not going to go over well" I say rubbing my forehead.
"I imagine my parents won't be thrilled either"
"Your parents will probably think I did it on purpose to trap you" I say turning around to face him. He pulls me into his lap and shakes his head.
"Little do they know I was just coming inside of you all of those times on purpose just hoping that a baby will tie you to me forever" he jokes as he presses a kiss to my neck. "The timing isn't ideal, angel, I know. But things happen. That's life, right? You just have to go with it. I've been doing that since I saw this gorgeous brunette trying to get into a BDSM club. And it hasn't steered me wrong yet." He chuckles. "In hindsight maybe I should have left you alone"
"I'm glad you didn't" I say as I feel a tingle move through me and I know what I need right now. I line my folds up with his erect penis and I slide down on him slowly. He lets his head tip back. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happen if you weren't there. Would you have found me?"
"I would have searched the world for you, Anastasia" he groans as he sits up circling an arm around my back to give him some leverage to thrust into me.
"You didn't even know you wanted… well me. Not till you saw me. You didn't know what you were missing till we met. How were you going to go searching?"
He narrows his eyes at me and thrusts again. "Stop talking, I'm trying to fuck you"
I roll my eyes as his mouth finds my nipple and I feel his teeth biting down. I let out a guttural moan. "Again" He bites down again and I pull his mouth away from my breast allowing my mouth to claim it. I begin to move myself up and down, in and out, the water sloshing out of both sides of the tub. I feel my orgasm approaching and I press my hands to his chest, dragging my nails down it. I throw my head back as I feel it starting to spread when I hear his voice.
"Look at me, baby." My eyes find his as we move together in perfect harmony, like always. "I know you're there, angel. Take me with you. Eyes on me." I feel his hands on my ass and I resist the urge to shut my eyes as the first wave of my orgasm takes over. But feeling his eyes on me, watching me, filling me, wanting me- it makes the orgasm ten times more intense. I feel the moment he explodes inside of me which is a beat behind mine. His eyes never leave my face as I feel him pump his final load inside of me. We stop moving, the only noise heard is the stilling of the water in the tub. We stare at each other, our eyes doing all of the talking when Christian breaks the silence. "You mean the world to me, Anastasia. And maybe it's because we are in Paris and it's just you and me here and reality hasn't hit us yet but… if you're excited about having a baby, then I'm excited"
I smile. Neither one of us are thrilled about the timing, but Christian and I made a baby. A human! And we are going to be parents and get married and live happily ever after! Maybe it's earlier than I expected and not the order but this is what I wanted. This has been a dream of mine for the last month or so… so what that I pictured myself being twenty-four or so and I'm eighteen. So I get my happily ever after a bit sooner than I thought. It will be challenging, but we will make it work. "I'm excited" I touch my stomach and I feel his hands over mine and I am shocked to see his eyes watery.
"I'm going to be a father?"
I nod my head. "Yes, Christian. You're going to be a father"
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CPOV
I don't think I've ever been as scared as I am right now as I sit at Ray and Carla Steele's dining room table to tell them that I have gotten their daughter pregnant. I got all the way through high school without knocking anyone up and yet I STILL have to have this conversation?
"So how was Paris?" Carla asks her eyes darting back and forth between us. "You're glowing, Ana. Did you have fun?"
"I did…" she starts. "It was very informative"
"Really? You go to some good museums? Got some culture? Why Ana I'm impressed. I figured you were going just to take selfies in front of the Eiffel Tower and eat your weight in croissants."
"Well I did that too… but yes I did actually learn some things while I was there"
"How fabulous!" Carla says. "I'm glad you had fun"
"Mom…" she says her voice shaking. "Dad…"
"Yes?" Carla says looking at Ana. "Oh my God… tell me you didn't do anything crazy like get married did you?"
Ray's eyes widen. "Without so much as our permission? Grey, you better hope you didn't whisk my daughter off to another country to marry her"
"We aren't married" Ana says softly and I can hear the sadness in her voice.
"Thank God, you're far too young for marriage. You're not ready and it would turn your life upside down. You don't need that kind of chaos. You're young and your life is just starting." Carla says.
"And Christian and I getting married would cause chaos? My life started the moment he walked into my life and I don't plan on ever letting him go. I know you think this is silly young love or just a phase, but Christian isn't going anywhere and I need you both to get on board with that. I've already walked out of this house, I don't want to walk out of your lives too."
"You don't mean that, Ana" Ray says and I see Ana soften talking to her sickly father.
"I don't want that dad, but you've got to cut me some slack. Cut us some slack"
"You wouldn't just cut us out of your life." Carla interjects.
"If you're going to bring unnecessary stress and tension to our lives, then yes." She swallows. "That's… that's what you do when you have a family. You do what's best for them. And yes you're my family and I love you but…" I feel her hand wrapping around mine and she squeezes, I think hoping it gives her the strength to continue. "But I'm starting my own family now and… if you can't accept the father of my child then this isn't going to work"
I feel two sets of eyes boring into me and I don't know if I should speak up or let Ana continue. There's a silence in the room that is equal parts deafening and stifling. "Mom.. dad… say something"
"You're… pregnant?" Carla says finally the tears brimming under her eyes.
I feel Ana's body language change and I look over to see the tears in her eyes as well. She looks to me for help and I clear my throat. "Neither of us planned this but-"
"Get out" I hear and I look to see Ray shaking out of anger. "You… defiled my baby… probably before she was even eighteen! How dare you walk into this house after you've caused such an irreparable rift in my family and tell me it 'wasn't planned'. You preyed on an innocent young girl! You planned this shit all along!"
"Dad!" Ana yells but I can hear the tears in her voice. She's about to lose it and I really need to calm her down before she says something she will regret. Carla was one thing, but Ray was another. He had been somewhat the moderator between them so seeing him this angry is different, though completely understandable.
"Ana" I say softly getting her attention away from them. "It's okay"
"It's not okay! He can't say that, it's not true. Tell him it's not true!" She cries and I feel my heart shattering into a million pieces. I wonder if she needs to hear me say it as well or if it's solely for her father's benefit.
"Sir, I know you're angry. Believe me I know you're angry. But I really didn't plan it… I just.. I fell in love with your daughter and I got careless… we got careless."
"That's your reasoning? You fell in love and forgot how to use a goddamn condom? Please!" Ray shouts. "I can't even listen to this." He says standing. "And now I need to lie down. So thank you for stressing me the hell out. Both of you!" He shouts before he moves towards the stairs
I look at Carla who hasn't said anything in the past few minutes who is staring at Ana the tears streaming down her face. I don't know if she's listened to anything that's been said over the past few minutes when she stands up and moves to our side of the table. I don't know what she's going to do but I'm on the defense immediately. Ana has never expressed anything about abuse in her household but I wouldn't put it past Carla to smack Ana right now. I am shocked when I see her arms open and pulling Ana into her arms. I can't understand much between their sobs but I do hear a "my baby" uttered a few times. I see her kiss her forehead before pulling her back to look at her. "No wonder you are glowing" she says wiping her tears. "Oh my God, have you been to the doctor?"
"Yes" Ana nods.
"How far along are you?"
"About six weeks"
"Oh my God, Ana!" She pulls her into her arms again. "There's going to be a baby" she says through her tears. "A baby!"
"You're… you're happy?" Ana says as she wipes her tears away as well.
"I mean I'm not thrilled with the timing but… my baby is having a baby. You are bringing life into this world. That is… beautiful. And I know I haven't been supportive… but… I would really like to be a part of the baby's life."
"I would never deny you that." Ana says before she shoots me a look and I nod. "You just… have to start respecting my relationship with the father" she says and I smile. I'm going to be the father to Ana's baby. She's going to get round with my child and the thought just makes me want to shout it from the rooftops. If there was ever a sign that said Property of Christian Grey, it was that. Fuck. Now I'm hard. Calm down, boy, not with her mom around.
She looks at me and then back at Ana. "I know. I just thought you'd hurt my baby.. I'm not sure that I am completely convinced but you're here with her and you're saying all the right things…"
"I'm not just telling you what you want to hear, Mrs. Steele. I want to be with Ana forever. And soon, I'll be having another conversation with you and Mr. Steele… but I didn't want you to think I was asking you just because she's pregnant. I know this all sounds crazy but I love her more than anything and I'm just asking for a little bit of faith. I know it's asking a lot but please… trust me with your daughter."
Carla's eyes widen and shoot to Ana's ring finger and Ana shakes her head. "No we aren't engaged."
"I haven't asked your permission for much else, but I do want to ask you for that" I say.
Carla puts a hand to her chest before looking between us. "This is the real thing for you, isn't it Ana?"
"I tried to tell you it was real" Ana whispers.
I stand and look between Ana and her mother. "I'm going to give you ladies some privacy."
Carla looks me over a few times before she nods at me and I wonder if maybe, just maybe I've made a tiny crack in Carla Steele's tough exterior.
A/N: hey hey hey, baby Grey is on the waaayyy :)
