Chapter 12

6 Weeks Later

Christian watched anxiously as the numbers began to descend

He wasn't ever this excited to leave work, especially since he started working at Trevelyan Legal five weeks ago, but today was special. It was the night before Thanksgiving and Ana was coming over for dinner. Ella had insisted on Ana celebrating the holiday with them since they were family and all now – those were Ella's words. Definitely not Christian's.

His eyes couldn't help but dart down to the time on his watch. If he made it home within the next half-an-hour, he and Ana would have at least forty minutes alone together. God, he desperately needed time alone with her. At school the most they ever said to each other was a quick hey and hello. At night they would text and talk on the phone until one of them fell asleep. The only time they could really see each other was on the Sunday's that she would come and have dinner with his mother. It wasn't like they were alone then. Ella was always hovering around. She was just as happy and eager to spend time with Ana as Christian was and he had no idea how to politely tell her to fuck off. All he needed was five minutes to have her all to himself…just five minutes…

He was leaving work two and a half minutes early, not that Jo – his supervisor – seemed to really care. Jo was the assistant to Carrick Trevelyan and Christian's job included basically anything that Jo couldn't be fucked to do. As well as whatever the other attorney's in the sleek and professional office didn't want to do. This included filing paperwork, organizing paperwork in alphabetical order, disposing of paperwork, delivering documents to other attorneys in the firm who could never remember his name and often called him Chris or Christopher, as well as delivering documents to other businesses in the city, making numerous photo-copies of every document, shredding documents, basically anything that involved paper. He couldn't complain, though, he would rather work with paper than two month old frozen hamburger patties…

When he had called the office on the Monday morning before school six weeks ago, he hadn't expected that they would hire him within a week. They didn't bother with an interview either. They gave him a time, a date, and a dress code then put him to work.

Suddenly, the elevator came to a stop.

"Shit…" Christian growled as he looked to the time on his watch.

He needed to be on his bike and on his way home in the next two minutes if he wanted any alone time with Ana. He reached out and feverously pressed at the ground floor button. It wasn't moving. The mirrored glass doors opened to reveal a familiar figure waiting for him. Carrick Trevelyan. His long arms were tucked into the pockets of his blue suit. His light eyes were focused on the ground as if he were deep in thought. His eyes slowly lifted from the ground to meet Christians. He faltered for a moment, as if he were second guessing his decision to ride the elevator down to the ground floor, before stepping into the lift.

Carrick gave him a nod of the head as he pressed for the ground floor.

Christian had yet to interact with the man. He had no reason to. Not only was he a prominent attorney, but he was also owner of the firm. He was always in his office taking a call or meeting with a client, or out having a business lunch. He only ever saw Mr. Trevelyan in passing on his way to take care of important business. God, Christian could only imagine the kind of money he was making. It was probably more than what Christian could ever make in his lifetime.

As the numbers descended down – 15, 14, 12, 10 – Christian glanced to the man beside him from the corner of his eyes. He still had yet to work out why Carrick had even offered him a job in the first place. Carrick's eyes met Christian's. He glanced down to the watch on his wrist then back to Christian.

He rose a questioning eyebrow up to the boy "You don't finish for another two minutes"

"Sorry, Sir. I finished my work and I didn't think anyone would notice if I slipped out early"

"It's Thanksgiving tomorrow; I should go easy on my employees. I am slipping away early, too. My wife wants to be in the air by six. We're meant to be visiting family in Michigan" He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care

"I heard. Elliot keeps texting me and telling me how much he doesn't want to go"

Mr. Trevelyan let out a small laugh "That sounds like him" He glanced over to Christian "Do you talk a lot?"

"I guess, I mean, I tutor him twice a week so I kind of have to talk to him"

He still felt weird about saying that he was kind-of-maybe-sort-of friends with Elliot Trevelyan. It felt as if he was going against every bone in his body to admit to such a thing, but it was true. Over the past few weeks, ever since Christian told him the truth about Ana, the pair had been talking a lot.

"Good, he needs friends with their heads screwed on the right way"

Christian watched the numbers on the elevator continue to descend. 9, 7, 5. Only a few more until he reached the ground floor. As excited as he was to get home and see Ana, he was now just as anxiously keen to get away from Mr. Trevelyan.

He had never been a person who believed in faith or even intuition. He was logical. He believed that everything could be summed up by a simple science. Yet, he couldn't help the sick feeling he felt in the pits of his stomach as he looked at the man standing beside him. , he knew that something was right. There was no logical reason for him to feel this way towards the man – which frustrated him even more. He was searching his mind for an answer as to why he felt this way. It was as if he was missing that last piece of the puzzle, and once he found it, the picture would be suddenly clear.

He needed a job. He needed to help Ella with bills. He needed to put money aside and start saving for college. He needed to buy a car. He needed to pay for doctors' visits. Money was more important than his strange feelings.

"What about your plans?" Carrick asked as he tried to make conversation.

"I am just having dinner tonight" He shrugged "My family doesn't really celebrate the holidays"

"Oh" He nodded along as if he were genuinely interested. "You're just celebrating with your mother?"

"And my girlfiren-Ahhh -friend"

He wasn't actually sure if Ana was his girlfriend.

Carrick smiled "That would explain the haste to get out of here"

They still had a handful more floors until they reached the ground level. This felt like the longest elevator ride that Christian had ever been in before. His eyes glanced ahead of him into the mirrored doors that stared back. He couldn't help but notice the small similarities between him and Mr. Trevelyan. Their height for starters was near identical, but Mr. Trevelyan looked as if he had almost an inch over Christian. They were built with the same lean and broad physique. They both stood tall and straight, never once leaning on the elevator walls or slouching against the railing.

It was silly of him to take notice of the small similarities between them. All Christian was doing was trying to emulate the man. If he could grow up to have just half the success that Carrick Trevelyan had, he would die a happy man. He was sure of that.

Bing.

Finally, the doors opened and as they stepped out of the small confines of their prison, Carrick placed a hand on Christian's shoulder. "Listen" He said as he gathered the boys attention. Christian turned to face him again, looking into his light eyes. "I know it wasn't legally ethical of my wife to do so, but she told me what was going on with you…and your friend…"

Christian stared back at him. Carrick elaborated "…About the baby"

"Why would she do that?"

"I guess, since you go to school with my son. My daughter is in the same year as Anastasia and I think they're friends, I am not sure. We knew your mother a long time ago. I guess it concerned her and she needed someone to talk to about it" He shook his head as if he weren't sure himself.

"So…Is that why you offered me a job?" He asked the man "Because you took pity on me and my situation, or did your wife tell you to give me a job because she felt sorry for me-"

"Son" Carrick said as he squeezed his shoulders and looked into Christian's grey eyes "Pity is not always a bad thing. I offered you a job because, yes, I did feel bad for you"

"Why!?" Christian demanded.

"Because…I want to help in some way-"

"But why would you care to help me?" He asked. "It doesn't make sense why you would care what's going on in my life. I mean, you have a wife and kids. Some child that your son goes to school with should be no concern of yours. So, why do you want to help me so badly!?"

"Because you remind me of myself" He said with a sigh "Back when I was young and confused and had no one there to help me make the right decisions…"

He patted Christian's shoulder once more "Have a Happy Thanksgiving. I will see you Monday afternoon"

He left Christian with even more questions.

"So, you're going to have Thanksgiving dinner with him tonight?"

"Correct" Ana said with a tight nod of her head.

She turned to the side to examine her figure in the mirror. In all her seventeen years of living, she had never once been this obsessed with her appearance. Could you blame her for worrying, though, there was what looked to be a balloon stuck under her shirt. Except she couldn't take this balloon out from beneath the red fabric that it hid under and pop it – well, not for another five months at least. When it did decide to come out, it would come out covered in blood as it tore away at her insides…

Birth was not something she liked to think about. She actively avoided thinking about something the size of a watermelon squeezing through something that small. She couldn't even use tampons because of how awkward they were to get into that tight space, how the hell was a baby meant to travel through it!?

"But, you're not boyfriend and girlfriend, yet?"

Ana spun around on her heel to face her friend who was sprawled out on top of her bed looking at the photos of Ana's last ultrasound. Kate lay on her stomach, dressed in a cute pair of tight jeans – that Ana could only ever dream of wearing – and a stripped top. She never thought she would say this, but she was getting over wearing the same baggy sweatshirt and black leggings every day. When she wasn't wearing that, she was wearing her tight, constricting school uniform that barely hid her eighteen week belly. She wasn't silly, she knew people were starting to notice her changing figure.

How much longer she could hide it? She had no idea.

"No" She told Kate firmly. "He isn't my boyfriend"

"But, you're celebrating thanksgiving with him and his mother?"

"Yes, and I have dinner with them every week. That's nothing unusual"

Sunday night dinners had become somewhat of a tradition for them. Ever since Christian started working as basically an errand-boy at Trevelyan Legal, he had been super busy. He went to school every day, and they barely saw each other. In the afternoon he was in the office. Some nights he would call Ana before going to bed and she could hear the exhaustion in his voice. He had college applications to submit, assignments to finish, and now work every day. Sunday had become the one night they could really see each other. They were never alone, though.

She desperately needed alone time with him.

"You see" Kate said as she came to sit up on the bed. "You celebrate Thanksgiving with those who you are thankful for…hence the name thanksgiving. If you spend the holiday with lover-boy and his mother, I would say that is a serious thing to do"

"But, we've never actually sat down and talked about whether we are in a serious relationship or not. I don't even know if we are a couple-"

"You're definitely a couple"

"We talk at night on the phone. We say hello at school. I have dinner with his mother. He and I kiss sometimes. Is that really a relationship?"

"You're knocked up with his baby…"

Ana rubbed her stomach "It's kind of hard to forget that. Just because I am pregnant, doesn't automatically mean he and I are together. At least I don't think it does"

"Okay" Kate clapped her hands together "Let's say the hottest guy on the planet asked you out. Would you say yes?"

Ana laughed. "Do you think anyone would want to date me right now?"

"Pretend you're not up the duff. Would you say yes if your dream man asked you out?"

"No!"

"And what if someone asked Christian out? Would he say yes?"

"No…At least I don't think he would…"

Ana could already visualize what she would do to the poor soul who attempted to ask him out.

"See!" Kate clapped her fingers together "You're exclusive and faithful to each other. That means you're boyfriend and girlfriend, end of discussion"

Ana rolled her eyes as she crossed the bedroom and stole the sonogram pictures of her baby back. That was six weeks ago. Her baby would probably be twice the size now. She wouldn't be able to see them again until January.

Working at Trevelyan Legal was hard work on Christian, but he was making a lot more money. He was saving a lot of it to go towards buying his own car, which was the most important thing right now. Of course, he also had to help his mother with bills, but whatever money he had left over went into the baby account. So far, he had a little over two-hundred saved. That would go towards Ana's doctors' visits, as well as buying the essential things they would need once the baby actually arrived. With the money he saved, they would be able to pay for their next doctor visit at the beginning of January.

She hated that he was doing this all on his own, and wished that there was some way that she could help out. He would never let her, though.

She liked to think that once she gained the courage to tell her mother about the baby, that she would offer to help out. She could help them with buying the small things like pacifiers or clothes. It wasn't like she was strapped for cash. She could buy them a whole nursery and still have money left over to re-do her kitchen or have the house re-painted. She didn't want to have to rely solely on her parents, after all, this wasn't their mess to deal with, but, she would appreciate their help.

"You know what will really make things official?" Kate spoke up, stealing Ana out of her thoughts

"What would that be?"

"Sex"

"Kate!" Ana hissed as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"You cannot act innocent" Kate laughed at her. She nodded down to her stomach "It's not like you've never done it before"

"We were drunk. All I can remember is it hurt, everything else is a blur"

"So, you're saying you're not interested in doing it again?"

"I…" She wasn't sure how to answer that question. She could feel the heat in her cheeks burning hotter and hotter. Suddenly, she felt too warm in her simple button down plaid shirt and black leggings. She sunk her teeth into the bottom of her lip before saying, "I wouldn't be opposed to trying it again. It's just kind of hard when we never get a moment alone together…"

"You totally want to get laid!"

"I mean….I am not against the idea…"

"Why would you be?" She scrunched up her nose as if she were confused "Your man is hot"

"I am not sure he is my man"

Kate rolled her eyes "Whether you like it or not, he is your man. If I were you, I would take advantage of that. I would fuck the shit-"

"Kate, my mum is just downstairs!" She tried to quieten the girl "In her mind I am still the quiet virgin who never did anything wrong. I am not the girl who went to a party, got blackout drunk and slept with the first guy she made contact with – oh, and got pregnant. I would like to keep it that way for a little while longer, at least until after the holiday season"

Kate sighed "Ana" She said gently "Do you really think you can hid it that long?"

"Maybe…" Kate just raised a questioning eyebrow up at her. Ana sighed "Okay, I know"

"Then why are you making it harder on yourself by postponing the inevitable?" She asked "I understand that it is scary, but think of how liberating it will be once she knows. Even if she doesn't take it well, at least you won't have to hide. If she blows up and tosses you onto the street – which I doubt, by the way – it's not like you have no one to turn to. You have me. You definitely have Christian and Ella. You're not alone"

"Just thinking about it makes me want to be sick…"

"And that's exactly how you felt when it came to telling Christian, remember?" Kate offered her a smile of encouragement "and look how that turned out. You're celebrating Thanksgiving with him and his mother who is super excited that she is getting a grand-kid. Plus, let's not forget how you're totally down to bone him again-"

"Okay!" Ana quickly covered her ears. She crossed her bedroom to her bookshelf and pulled out her weathered copy of the dictionary. It was a strange place to keep the ultrasound pictures, but there was no-where else that she could hide them. She turned back to her friend "We should probably get going. Christian should be home from work by now"

Ana called out a goodbye to her mother in the kitchen as she snuck out the front door with Kate. Carla didn't take much notice to her daughter leaving. In her mind, Ana was going to have dinner with Kate and her parents tonight, just like she did every other Sunday night…She hated lying to her mother, but if Carla knew who she was really going to see, she would throw a fit. She would tell Ana she was too young to be dating or that she shouldn't be dating a boy like him.

As they walked out to Kate's convertible, a head of brown hair across the road caught Ana's attention. It was her neighbour. The one that Ana had been spying on from her bedroom window the night they moved in. He stood at his letterbox, pulling out the stacks of junk mail advertising local companies in the area. His eyes glanced up and caught Ana's. A smile pulled at his lips as he raised his hand and offered her a friendly wave. Ana awkwardly waved back.

"Who is that?" Kate purred as she pulled her keys out of her pocket. With a beep, her car unlocked.

"My neighbour, who I am pretty sure, is in his forties-"

"Age is just a number"

"-and married!" Ana smiled to her friend

"Oh. That's no fun" Kate pouted as she climbed into the driver's seat. Ana followed her inside.

Kate pulled out of the driveway and into the street, they slowly passed the Tudor style home. The man was walking up the long footpath to his front door. Ana had no idea who he was, but she often saw him and his wife coming and going from the house. She still had yet to see any kids with them, even though they lived in what Ana could only assume was a family home.

Whoever they were, they had Ana intrigued.

Kate's convertible came to a screeching halt outside of the L shaped concrete apartment building. Frost covered the glass windows of the parked cars and all the leaves had fallen from the single tree that sat beside the building. It had been planted to make the building look more lively and like a haven in the busy inner-city, but now just added to the dead, cold feeling.

Ana wasn't sure if she could ever live in the middle of a city. She would want her child to have a yard to run around in. She wanted them to have a tire-swing in the backyard and space for a dog. It was a simple day-dream, but right now it wasn't possible. That was okay. If she held out hope that one day she and Christian could have that house with a yard and a dog, then it may come true.

As she stared at the barren, concrete building before her, she noticed that Ella's car was nowhere to be seen in the car lot. That put a smile on her face.

She turned to Kate and thanked her for giving her a lift to his apartment. She reached for the door handle of the car, but Kate quickly stopped her. "Hold up!" She called out as she reached into the glove compartment of her car.

Her hand shuffled through the messy compartment before landing on what she wanted and holding it out to an unsure Ana. "Take it!" She insisted as she held out the foil square packaging. Ana hesitantly took it and looked it over in her hands. It took her a moment to work out what it was that she was holding, but once she did, a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

It was a condom.

"Kate-"

"Just take it"

"I am not sure how much use it would be to me" She nodded down to her bump "It's not like the first one we used worked very well"

Kate rolled her eyes "Obviously, you can't get pregnant again, but you still need to be protected. You don't know where he has been…"

With an embarrassed huff, she buried the condom deep into her handbag and waved a quick goodbye to her friend.

He ran the bar of soap across his sweaty body to wash away the layer of sweat that had accumulated during the short ride from Trevelyan Legal to his apartment. He swore that he had never pedalled so hard in his life. He was eager to make it home before his mother. Even if he only had ten minutes alone with Ana, he would be happy.

Once he felt clean, he turned the stiff, old, rusty taps and pulled back the curtain of his shower. Using his once white coloured towel that had turned a shade of custard due to age, he wiped away the residue on the square mirror above the basin. He did a once over of his appearance. He knew that he was lucky when it came to genetics. Physically, there was nothing wrong with him. He never needed braces. His skin never broke out in pimples. His jaw was defined. His ears didn't stick out like elephants. His legs were long, as was his torso. Years of working yard-work for Elena and riding his bike to school every day had defined his body. He knew he was good looking, yet he still found himself looking over his appearance in the wake of Ana's arrival.

Using his fingers he attempted to brush through his damp dark hair. He ran his hand along his prickly cheek and wondered if he should shave or not. Would Ana like it if he shaved? He had no idea. Elena had always preferred for him to remain hairless. Christian told himself that it was because she was a very clean person who had high standard, which was true, but really she wanted Christian to remain hairless because she preferred him looking young.

It was silly of him to worry about whether Ana would like him to shave or not, it wasn't like the two had agreed that would have sex again. He hoped they would, but she hadn't said anything. In fact, she had told him she wanted to take things slow. So far their relationship had moved at a snail pace. Since the night of the party, the most that had happened between them were a few kisses. This was the longest he had ever gone without sex since he was fifteen and he was starting to feel it.

Just the thought of Ana's big pouty lips kissing along his body and her soft nervous hands gently squeezing at his biceps was enough to stir a reaction in Christian…

Knock. Knock.

"Shit"

He quickly dabbed the towel against his still wet body in an attempt to dry himself. He quickly reached for his black boxers and then his dark ripped jeans. As he pulled them up his still wet body, he reached for the door handle and hurried down the narrow hallway. He didn't worry about covering his upper half, just his bottom half. He was sure that Ana wouldn't appreciate him answering the door in the nude…Or maybe she would…

Knock. Knock.

"Coming!" He called out. He stumbled during his rush to the door when the fabric of his jeans got stuck halfway up his damp thighs. He had to jump to pull them up the rest of his body.

He unlocked the front door and quickly swung it open. "Hi" He said breathlessly.

Ana stood on the threshold dressed in a plaid red shirt that hugged around her stomach and black leggings. A black handbag hung off her forearm. Her beautiful long hair had been styled into long curls that Christian craved to run his hands through. She looked up at him with her irresistibly gorgeous blue eyes. He still wasn't over those damm eyes. God, she was beautiful, was his first thought.

A small smile pulled at the sides of her big pouty lips as her eyes scanned his body. From his damp hair, to his bare torso, to his loose and open jeans, to the small glimpse of black fabric that poked out from the open zipper of his pants. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she quickly glanced back up to him. A deep blush spread across her cheeks.

"Was this a bad time?" She asked as she stepped inside.

"No" He quickly shook his head. He shut and also locked the door behind her. "Now is the perfect time. Ella won't be home from work until six"

"Oh…"

They walked down the hallway to Christian's bedroom. The room was at the very end of the hall and was easily the smallest room in the apartment – second to the bathroom. His double bed sat against the far right wall just beneath the window. A desk with just a single lamp sat beside it. Ana had never seen his bedroom before. Her eyes scanned from the scattered dirty laundry on the floor, to the X-Files posters ono the walls, and then the paperwork scattered across his desk. He hadn't thought to clean his room before he went to work.

"It's not usually this messy" He apologized as he opened the sliding door of his closet in search for a shirt.

Ana remained in the doorway, almost as if she were too shy to venture any further inside. She nodded over to the posters on the wall. "X-files?"

"The only TV-show I ever really watched as a kid. That and the Simpson's, but every child born in the nineties grew up on the Simpson's"

"You watched X-files as a child!?"

"Yeah?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Didn't it scare you?"

"No" he shook his head. He gave up on finding a clean shirt to wear and crossed the bedroom to where Ana stood. "You know what scared me as a kid. Teletubies"

Ana tipped her head back in laughter "But they're so cute? They're like big teddy-bears"

"Yes, big teddy-bears that will sneak into your bedroom at night and eat you"

"That's a very specific fear"

"Well, one of my mother's special friends told me that if I didn't leave them alone, that's what would happen to me" He explained to her. "Scared me from them ever since"

"But aliens and ghosts don't scare you?"

"No, why would they?" He smiled as he came to stand in the doorway beside her

Her mouth fell open as if she were offended "Because the idea of being abducted and probed by aliens in your sleep or living in a haunted house is terrifying to me and I am seventeen"

He smirked "You're also strange" She glared at him, making him laugh "So, do you think mermaids and unicorns are also real?"

"Maybe" She challenged him "You can't tell me that they're not real"

"Hmm" He stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her growing hips. He stepped as close as he could until her small belly was pressed to his own stomach. From low in his throat, he murmured "I think we can rule out the possibility of mermaids and unicorns being real…"

She let out the softest of gasps as her back pressed firmly against the doorway. She swallowed hard as she looked up to Christian. Her eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips. In a soft voice, she whispered "But there is still…umm…a chance that aliens and ghosts exists?"

The corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk "If it makes you happy, then fine. I will concede that there is a chance that they exist" His hand ran up from her hip to the curve of her waist. He gently brushed back a curl that had fallen across her face. His lips were just a breath from hers. He could feel her pushing herself up onto her tippy toes to close the gap between them. "I really don't want to spend the only twenty minutes we have alone together debating what mythical creatures are real or not"

"Then..wh…what do you want to do?"

That was the only invitation he needed. He bent down until his lips pressed to hers. The moment their sensitive lips touched, Christian knew this was what he had needed all day. All week. All month. His hands moved up to cup the back of her head and pull her in deeper. His fingers wound and clutched into the roots of her long mahogany hair. He felt the soft vibration of a moan escape her lips as he held her. Her shaking hands came to rest on his waist and soon moved to his torso. The feeling of her fingertips gently running along each ripple of his abs caused a shiver to run down his spine. Her touch did something to him that Elena never could.

His hands released from the clutches of her hair and to her skinny legs, gently stroking the back of her thighs. With ease he lifted her up. Even with her growing stomach, she still weighed basically nothing to Christian. She let out a gasp of surprise as she met his height. Her handbag fell to the carpeted floor with a soft thud.

"This is all I have thought about all day…" He murmured before his lips were on hers again.

He sat them down on the edge of his soft mattress. Her hands firmly found their place on his jaw as their lips moved together. As their mouths opened, their tongues came together in a slow dance. Ana's body moved with the kiss. Her hips twirled against his crotch, causing the softest of moans to come from Christian's lips. His hands ran along the back of her thighs and up to the hem of her shirt. As she moved against the stiffness of his crotch, his fingers found their way beneath her shirt. She gasped out at the feel of his fingertips on the bare skin of her waist.

He moved his kisses down to her neck, causing her to moan out louder. His body responded to the sound, just as it responded to every gentle gyrating movement of her hips. Her hands released themselves from the ends of his hand slowly began to travel down his body. Down his chest and taunt abdomen to the waistband of his already open jeans. Her hand gently brushed against his hard crotch. Her fingers curiously stroked and wrapped around the long length, causing Christian's breath to hitch in his throat and a low groan to spill from his lips.

Ana quickly removed her hand "Sorry" She panicked. Her blue eyes wide with fear as she looked down to him "Did I hurt you?"

"No. Definitely not"

He took her hand in his and guided it back to his growing erection. Her blue eyes blinked up into his as her hand explored his body. Her teeth sunk into her lip and a nervous but sly smile creeped onto her lips, causing him to twitch in her hand. She had no idea how sexy she was or how much she was turning him on.

"Do…Do you want me to…" She nervously nodded down between them.

"What?"

"You know…"

He smiled "I don't" He teased "Do I want you to what?"

The blush returned to her cheeks. "I want to make you…feel good"

His hands roamed to her behind and he pulled her in closer so she rubbed against him once more. "I already do feel good" He whispered to her "But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I am not going to lie, I do want that-"

"Then let me" Her grip on him tightened. Christian groaned.

"Ana, baby, I don't want to rush you into something you don't want to do. Your first time would've been shit. I don't want the second time you have sex to be just as bad. Okay?"

She gave a nod of her head.

His kisses returned to her neck. Her head rolled to the side to expose more of herself to him. "Besides" He whispered between kisses "We don't have nearly enough time to do what I want to do to you"

He fell back onto the bed and she followed with a loud squeal and giggle. He wrapped a single hand into the back of her hair, pulling her down to meet his lips in a deep heated kiss. His hand moved to the hem of her plaid shirt, starting at the bottom button he began to push the small plastic circles through the equally as small holes. One by one the shirt fell open, revealing the plain white bra that she wore underneath. He raised his head off his soft mattress to move his kisses down her neck, then to her chest and the soft cleavage that poked out from the cups of her bra. He wanted to kiss more of her.

"Christian…" She said breathlessly "I think-"

He wrapped one arm around her and quickly turned them until she was laying on her back staring up at him. A squeal of surprise left her open lips. He quickly captured them in a big kiss. Her hands wound themselves into his hair as his kisses moved to her neck and down her chest. He was oblivious to anything else but her. A meteor could be falling from the sky just outside his bedroom window and he would have no idea. His senses were solely focused on her. On the feel of her small soft body beneath his fingertips. The scent of her sweet perfume. The taste of her skin on his lips as he kissed down her round stomach. The sound of each breathless moan as he slowly made his was down her body…

"Christian" She said once again. "I…I think I can hear someone…"

"Thin walls. It's probably the neighbours-"

That's when he heard the dreaded sound of his mother's car keys rattling in the lock and the sound of muted voices. Christian didn't have time to react. All he could do was jump up from Ana's sprawled out body before the front door swung open with a loud creaking shrill that pierced Christian's ears. The sound of his mother's thick heels stepping through the threshold came next, along with the sound of more heels. He recognized the sound of those heels.

Someone was with her. And not just anyone. He knew exactly who that was.

Reluctantly he raised his head to find the culprit of those second heels staring back at him in the hallway. An amused smirk pulled across her injected lips. Her thin, arched eyebrows sat high on her Botox filled forehead as she looked over the scene before her. Most importantly the bump protruding from Ana's belly. A knowing smile pulled at her lips.

"Christian…Ana…" Ella awkwardly cleared her throat. Ana quickly sat up in the bed and began to button the buttons on her shirt "Ahhh…Elena has no one to celebrate the holiday with so I invited her to dinner"

"I hope you don't mind the intrusion" Her cat-like eyes landed on Ana who stared back at her with an equally as dirty look "The minute I heard Ella was having dinner with Christian's little girlfriend, I knew I just had to meet her"

Ana's handbag that she had dropped in the doorway caught Elena's attention. Slowly and carefully she bent down to the ground to collect it. She kept her knees pressed firmly together and held her tight black dress to her body. She reached for a square, foil wrapper that had fallen from Ana's bag. It was a condom.

"I guess this won't be of much use to you now…"

Fuck. She knew.

Please don't hate me too much for Elena...It wouldn't be a FSOG story without a little bit of the BT and she is sadly a necessary evil.

Sorry for the delay in posting. I wrote this chapter about 4 times before I was happy with it. It's midnight here in Australia and I have to be up early in the morning, but I knew I needed to edit and post this chapter tonight.

So, Christian has been working at Trevelyan Legal and is getting closer to Pappa Trevelyan. Hmm, I wonder why he was hired so easily?

How much longer do you think Ana is going to be able to hide her pregnancy for?

And what do you think may happen at dinner?

Review and let me know what you think :)