A/N: I have a "soundtrack" I've put together on youtube for this story. Just some songs I think fit and that I used in this story. Again, not mine, just borrowing. It's here: playlist?list=PLlrVVLQ0Ytc7pRrheG4nL3mD2k00-fKS7
A/N: This is a very very short chapter, but I do plan on updating again soon. HOLY TIME JUMP BATMAN! No more week hiatus. I've begun a new job and am swamped. Thanks though for the continued support from some of you.
To say things were perfect, after our reunion a few months ago, would be a lie. Mainly his sister flipped out on us after she found out we eloped through the media. But, we did let her throw us a reception. I chuckle at the memory. I am now six months pregnant, married, and enjoying a life that I never thought possible.
Christian and I argued about a few things after that reunion. One being me working. As I recall, we were at each other's throats about the topic. Well, that was until the doctor told me to limit my activity. Dr. Greene called it partial bed rest. When it comes to our little boy, yes I said boy, we won't take any risks. So, I obviously gave in at that point. No sense in arguing. I am not to spend a lot of time on my feet due to my high blood pressure issues I've had since finding out I was pregnant. No stressors for me.
If you would have told me half a year ago that my life would be this way, I would have laughed at you and called you a liar.
"What about Theodore?" Christian asks. I ponder it and pull out my phone, adding it to the Yes List.
"It's not bad. What about Brody?" Christian looks at me and rolls his eyes. Okay, no Brody. We add names to our list that we both like, so we don't forget them. "Samuel?" he shrugs his shoulders and I add it to the list. We figure if we make this list, then we can narrow it down from there. We play this game often, ever since we found out the sex of our not so tiny blip anymore. I'm showing ever so slightly, grateful for my physique.
We've been seeing Flynn a lot these last few months We've been able to be brutally honest with each other. At times, it's been great. Other times, I just wanted to run for the hills. Who knew Christian could also be so self-deprecating? We share that in common, apparently. Never would have guessed someone with so much power and strength could feel like that. He explained to me all about his mother and more detailed about his abuse and neglect. He explained to me that he had almost given up on us at one point. I found that one particularly hard to hear. He explained to me how my leaving to Georgia caused him to drink heavier than he had before. He said the only thing that kept him together was our phone calls. He let me in more and more on his dark side and I was beginning to understand him a lot better.
"Nathan?" he asks and I smile. I like that name. I add it to the list. We're driving back from spending time on The Grace. This is our date for the week. Flynn prescribed us several ways to enhance our relationship, especially married. We decided that spending one leisure activity together once a week was a must. We also spend time together just watching the television or laying together reading the paper. Before I was put on this partial bed rest crap, we did more. We're making the best of it.
Our life has been relatively quiet in comparison to how it was awhile back. We have explored each other's pasts and bodies all the same. We have this unmistakable bond I just cannot explain. I am with the man of my dreams.
We still have some hurdles, sure. Everyone does, really. But, we're in a much better place. No more back and forth from me. I almost lost him, that was enough for me to get my shit together. That my back and forth was so hard for him, that he almost walked away. Scared me enough. Christian has remained as overbearing as every, especially now knowing I'm pregnant. But, he's relaxing about the little things. He's remembering that I am Ana and that I had a life before him. Not just with him.
"We're home, darling," he says softly to me, pulling me from my thoughts. He helps me out of the car and leads me to the elevator.
As the elevator shuts, he looks at me with that devilish grin. "You, my dear Anastasia, are a sexy, beautiful sight to see on the boat pregnant," he whispers to me, pulling his lips close to mine. I close the gap between us and kiss him, hard. I am rewarded with his moan, but all too soon the elevator stops on our floor. I'm sure Mrs. Jones or Taylor wouldn't want to see all of this!
He laces his hand through mine and we get off the elevator and into the apartment. He takes our belongings and puts them away. It was nice to get away for the day.
"You. Either park it on the couch or in bed. We are going to relax the rest of the night. Go get changed and I'll reheat the casserole Mrs. Jones left us," Christian says, light-heartedly.
"Fine, fine," I grumble. My feet are pretty swollen and my back hurts. Oh boy. I'm starting to feel a little woozy. I sit on the bed for a moment, so the world will stop spinning. I kick off my shoes and rub my swollen feet. The dizziness has subsided and I get up slowly. I am moving a little slower nowadays. I bend over the pick up my shoes and there is a terrible ripping pain in my stomach. I straighten up and it returns. I let out a pain-filled groan and immediately my hand goes to my stomach. I look down and I see a trail of blood running down my thighs to my legs.
"Ana!" Christian screams, running to our room. All I can do is look at him in horror as he opens the door, seeing the scene before him. His terrified and pained face is the last thing I see before the world goes black.