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Chapter 14

One month after the wedding

For the past month Christian and I have been basking in our newlywed bliss. Well almost. After the wedding we went on a beautiful week long honeymoon in Bora Bora. We stayed in one of the over water bungalows, it was so peaceful and amazing. We did nothing but lounge around and have hot passionate sex all the time. When we got back from out trip the news on our marriage broke, for some reason every local and even national news source picked up the story. We had reporters following and harassing us everywhere we went. The story was leaked anonymously but I have my ideas of who shared it. We started getting hate mail and threats daily, the problem got so bad Christian said he was going to hire private security to be with us whenever we go out and to check our mail for threats. I do not really want to have someone following me around when I go out, but I would rather be safe then have a reporter or crazy stalker try and approach me.

On the issue of Grace and Selena, Christian said he is looking into why they are still seeing each other. From what he has told me Grace still sees Selena as her daughter in law and refuses to believe otherwise. Fine by me though, she is a crazy bitch that can't support her own son. I feel terribly for Christian though; his mother practically hates him now because he chose happiness over social status. I just don't get why Selena won't move on, they are divorced she is free to be with her boyfriend. That whole situation still doesn't make sense to me. Why did she even marry Christian in the first place? That is a question I will probably never know the answer to.

I am sitting at my desk at work looking over a new manuscript that I was given to read to approve before handing it over to my boss, Alexis. I am not that impressed with this storyline, it leaves much to be desired. I will brief Alexis on the plot and see if she wants to take a look at it in case there was something I may have missed.

Right before I stand to go to her office my desk phone begins to ring. "Alexis Tyler's office. Anastasia Grey speaking" I answer in my best customer service voice.

"Mmmm, I love hearing you say your full name. It's so sexy" Christian says on the other end

I giggle, he can be so weird sometimes. "I bet it is. Now, what can I do for you my dear husband?"

"Well I was calling to see if I can trouble my beautiful wife into going to lunch with me." He responds in a deep sultry voice. Is he trying to seduce me over the phone? Definitely wouldn't be the first time.

"I will have to check my schedule. I am pretty busy" I say trying to hold in my laughter.

"mhmm, sure you will. I will pick you up at 12:30. Gotta run, I have a meeting to get to. Love you, bye!" without waiting for my reply the line goes dead. Well I guess I don't have a choice in that matter.

I get up from my seat and walk over to Alexis' door, knocking twice before entering. As I open the door I can smell the coffee she is drinking and a wave of nausea hits me like a freight train. Holy shit. What is wrong with me? Coffee has never affected me before?

My face must show how I am feeling at the moment because Alexis looks at me concerned

"Are you okay Anastasia? You look like you are going to be sick." She says while standing from her chair and walking over to me.

"I am fine. Just for some reason the scent of your coffee made me feel really nauseous. It will pass, I will be okay" I respond, even though I don't quite believe my words. She appraises me for a second also not believing what I am saying.

"If you need to go home, you can. I don't want you to be here if you are sick. That is good for no one."

"I know. I'm not sick though. I will be okay. It was just a small feeling that has already passed." She studies my face before conceding.

"Okay, if you are sure"

"I am, I promise. Anyway, I just came in here to pass off this manuscript. I did not much care for it, but maybe you will find the hidden gem in the story that I just didn't see." I say changing the subject.

"If you didn't like the story what makes you think I will? I give you permission to veto the manuscripts that you do not find interesting enough to be published." She says going back to her desk.

'Oh, okay. Then I will put this in the denied pile."

"Good. Now anything else?" she asks taking a sip of her coffee. Just thinking about it is making me sick.

"No that was all." I respond trying to end this conversation quickly before I vomit all over her carpet.

"Okay, get back to work" she smiles dismissing me.

When I get back to my desk I try and think of any reason I could be sick. I haven't eaten anything questionable lately. Maybe it's just my aversion to coffee making me feel this way.

At 12:30 on the dot I get a text from Christian saying he is outside my building. I close my computer and grab my bag, ready for lunch. At this moment I realize that I am starving. I don't remember ever feeling this hungry. I had a large breakfast, how can I be so hungry already?

I head outside and see my sexy husband leaning against the passenger door of our Audi Q7 with a huge smile on his face. Damn I could just fuck him right here on the street.

"Hello beautiful" he says as he pushes off the car and walks over to me. He slips his hand around my shoulder and escorts me the few feet to the car. He opens the back door and I look up at him confused. Why is he putting me in the back seat?

"Oh shit. I forgot to tell you, I finally found CPOs for us. They will be driving us from now on."

"Umm… okay." I murmur sliding into the seat. He follows suit sitting next to me.

He points to the driver, "This is Jason Taylor" he then points to the front passenger "And this is Luke Sawyer. Taylor will be with me, and Sawyer will stay with you." He says matter of factly.

"Nice to meet you two" I smile even though I am a bit uncomfortable with the thought of this man following me everywhere. They both mutter a greeting to me before 'Taylor' pulls out into Seattle's lunchtime traffic.

We arrive at a cute little bistro a few miles from my office and Christian escorts me inside where we are quickly shown a table near the large window. I am looking at the menu and despite my raging hunger nothing is appealing to me. Plus, the smell of the restaurant is making me feel nauseous again. I must be getting sick.

When the server comes by to take out order I just opt for a bowl of Chicken noodle soup, can't go wrong with that. Christian orders the salmon and a house salad.

When the server leaves Christian looks at me funny before speaking "Are you feeling okay Ana?"

"Yeah, I am fine."

"Are you sure, you look like you are about to be sick." He gets up and walks to my side of the table. He kneels down in front of my and places his hand on my forehead checking to see if I have a fever.

"You don't feel warm. Did you eat something bad?" he says kissing my hair before returning to his seat.

"I don't think so, and anyway I am fine. There is nothing to worry about." We need to stop talking about this

"If you say so."

"So how has work been this morning" I say trying to get him to forget about my possible illness.

He smiles and jumps into a story about the latest projects GEH is currently undertaking. He gets so passionate about work. I love hearing him talk about it.

Not too long later our food arrives at our table. The server places my soup down before placing Christians plate in front of him. I take one look at his fish and feel the bile immediately rise in my throat. I get up without saying anything in fear of vomiting all over the table and make a mad dash to the bathroom. Once I get into the stall I empty my stomach into the toilet. When I am finished I slump down on the floor, scared to get up. I hear someone enter the bathroom and knock on my stall door.

"Ana, are you okay?" Christian asks, concern etched in his voice.

"I am fine" I mutter.

"I don't think you are. You just full on sprinted into this bathroom. What is going on?"

"I don't know Christian!" I snap. Unlocking the door and exiting the stall I see him leaning on the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Worry written all over his face.

"Do you want to see a doctor?" he asks. I go up to one of the sinks and wash my hands before rinsing my mouth out, getting rid of the taste of vomit.

"No, I am fine. It is probably some stomach bug or something. It will pass."

He stares at me unbelieving "If you say so."
"I do say so" I say drying my hands and leaving him alone in the ladies restroom.

I hold my breath as I return to the table, afraid the scent of his food will make me sick again. I sit down and begin eating my soup that is no longer hot. Christian comes back and silently begins eating his salmon. I have to hold back the urge to throw up again just thinking about it.

First the coffee now the fish. Maybe I am getting sick.

I quickly down my entire bowl of soup and the bread rolls that came with it. Noticing how I am eating Christian just stares at me.

"damn Ana, I have never seen you eat like this before. How can you go from vomiting to scarfing down your food?" His eye the widen as if he just realized something.

"Ana…."

I sigh "What Christian?"

"Could you be… pregnant?"