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Chapter 14

Christian's POV

We pull up to the gate at the big house and Taylor puts in the code. The gates swing open and after the long, winding driveway we pull up to the front of the house. I hop out of the car and turn to help Ana step down carefully. She puts a hand to her middle and winces ever so slightly, so I know she's still in pain from the surgery.

"Baby, let's get you inside so you can lay down," I tell her.

"Christian, I'm fine."

"No, Ana, you're not. Don't start this shit with me. You are my wife, dammit, and I can tell when you are in pain. Go inside and lay down on the couch at least. Go!" I say again when she pouts at me. I'm not in the mood to deal with her smart mouth right now. I'm so fucking pissed that the paparazzi found us out. I sigh and reach into the car to take Ted out and carry him into the house. Ana is waiting for me in the doorway.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles. "I just want to be able to help you get settled and I don't like feeling incompetent."

I sigh again. "Baby, you are not incompetent. You just had a baby, for God's sake. Our baby. You've done so much for me already." My tone softens slightly. "Ana, you've given me everything I ever need. Don't ever think that you are anything less than the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me, okay?" she nods and gives me a small smile.

"Can I at least help you get Teddy settled? I promise I'll take a nap after that." she looks at me with pleading eyes.

For fuck's sake, Ana. She needs to rest. I run a hand through my hair.

"Fine," I say. "But then you're on bedrest. I mean it, Ana."

"Yes, Sir," she winks at me.

I feel my cock respond when she winks at me. No, down boy. Not now! Not here while I'm standing in the foyer of my home, holding my week-old infant son with a wife who just had surgery! Dammit Grey, control yourself!

This is going to be a long 5 weeks.

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"Alright baby boy, Mommy will see you soon. Daddy's being a big meanie and making me take a nap. But that's okay, you should probably take one too," I hear Ana chattering away to Teddy in the nursery. She looks up at me as I enter the room. "Think he likes his new digs?"

I snort. "Considering he's a week old baby, I don't think he really gives a shit." She just rolls her eyes at me and gazes back down at Teddy.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, Mrs. Grey?" I whisper. She looks up with wide eyes.

"Don't even think about it, Grey," she glares at me. "Stow your twitchy palm and take your son. I'm going to go lay down, since I am the one who just had our baby, and I need my rest, as per my darling husband's request." She flutters her eyelashes at me and there it goes again. I glare at her.

"Damn you woman," I mutter as I scoop Teddy up in one hand and try to adjust myself with the other. She just giggles and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"Take care of our boy Mr. Grey. When you get him to sleep, feel free to join me in our bedroom." She smothers Teddy with kisses and turns to leave the room, where I get a view of her beautiful ass. Have mercy.

"Don't believe anything your Mom tells you, Tedster," I whisper to my son and glance down at my jeans. "She's the mean one here."

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I have finally gotten Teddy down for a nap. I am just tiptoeing out of the room when he starts whimpering again. Fuck.

"Come on, little man, give your poor old dad a break," I groan as I pull Ted out of his bassinet. I want nothing more to crawl into bed beside Ana, for the sole purpose of sleeping. Shit, I'm exhausted. "What's wrong, huh? I just changed your diaper. Are you hungry?" I wonder. Shit, I hope not. I really don't want to wake up Ana. I need to get her one of those pumps so I can feed Ted from a bottle when she's not available. I sit down in the little couch we have under the window in Ted's room and prop my feet up on the ottoman. I snuggle Ted against my chest and he immediately quiets down and curls into me with a little sigh. I feel my breath catch. I still can't believe I have such a calming effect on my son. It's such a strange, wonderful feeling.

Teddy yawns again and I find myself doing the same thing. My mind wanders as I slouch her in the semi-darkness of my son's nursery, holding him close to me and feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathes. My thoughts flit to Ana in the next room and I daydream about her for awhile. The day we met is almost a year ago. Who would've thought that the day that clumsy, beautiful girl stumbled into my office that it would lead to this? Our wedding...the honeymoon...I smile slightly to myself. I wonder which of those nights Teddy was conceived. I try to do the math...ugh, I'm so tired. I might just doze off...I nuzzle Teddy's head and try to wrap my head around how amazing it feels to be a parent. Its a very unexpected feeling. I remember how I reacted when Ana first told me about Ted and my heart contricts. How could I not have wanted this? This flesh of my flesh, this beautiful baby boy...I thought we were too young, I thought we had made a mistake….

I wonder if that's how my mother felt.

And slowly darker thoughts fill my head. I wonder how Ella reacted when she found out about me. She was young too...but she was broken, not strong like my Ana...I don't even think she knew who my father was. My stomach rolls. What if Ana had left me? What if Teddy never knew who I was? What if I never got to hold this precious boy in my arms? I can't imagine it. I wonder if my mother ever held me like this, if she ever pondered these same questions in her mind as she felt my heart beating against her skin. I sigh sadly.

No, she probably didn't, because she didn't care enough. She only cared about her next high and whoever was her "boyfriend" that week. I shudder thinking about the men that came and went in my mother's life. I hold Teddy a little tighter to my chest, right over my scars. I will never let anyone hurt him the way they hurt me. He is the most innocent, pure and perfect thing I have ever seen. I know my life will be dedicated to keeping my family safe. I will always protect him.

I will protect him the way a parent is supposed to protect their child.

The way my mother couldn't do for me.

Sigh. Sometimes I wish I didn't care about all this shit the way I pretend to.

Stop. I tell myself. Now is not the time for this. I'd need a weeklong session with Flynn to sort out the shit in my head that is threatening to make an appearance.

With Ted still snuggled against my chest and his breathing deep and even, I halt the unpleasant thoughts, kiss the top of Teddy's soft head, and let myself drift off.