Missed - Chapter 14

Ana still hasn't said a lot but since she discovered I wasn't responsible for Morton's death her blood pressure has gone down. As for the likelihood of Ana returning home it's not looking too good at the moment. The shock from learning of Morton's death is still deep rooted and with the due date looming the doctor wants to keep her at the hospital just to be safe.

My parents and Ray have all been to visit as well as Elliot, Kate, Mia and Ethan. So far I haven't brought the children to see Ana, fearing it might upset them to see their mother so changed at present.

Since Ana's admittance I've spent my days dividing my time between the hospital and home and hoping that Roz can handle the company on her own for now.

Gail's been such a help with the children and although I know they miss Ana the children have been behaving impeccably. I think they can feel the tension in the house and are trying to help me by being so good.

Then just the other day Olivia asked me why I was so sad when she found me brooding in my study, I told her I missed Ana and she started to cry. It hurt so much to see by little girl in tears that I held her tight in my arms until she calmed down. As I rocked her I realised how selfish I was being, thinking I was the only person affected by Ana's absence. Since then I have tried to be more cheerful around the children, and tried my best to only show my very best side.

I'm a bit late when I reach Ana's door this morning as Teddy got cross and wouldn't let me leave. Finally getting him to calm down I left him playing with Ray and Olivia. I hated to leave him but something was practically pulling me to Ana, as if I needed to be with her today.

Taking a deep breath and plastering a smile across my face I open her door and step inside. Her bed is empty as I sweep my eyes across the room, I check the bathroom but she's not there either. I step out into the hall in search of someone to ask about my wife. I'm just walking towards the reception when a woman in pale blue scrubs runs towards me.

"Mr Grey you're finally here, we've been trying to contact you," she says nervously.

"What's wrong," I bark back.

"Your wife's in labour, she was just taken to the delivery room,"

"The delivery room, where's is that," I exclaim.

The woman guilds me across a series of corridors, then leads me into a bright sterile room filled with Ana's terrified cries. I run towards Ana and grab hold of her tightly, she looks up and whimpers in pain.

"What's happening," I call out to Dr. Greene, who's squatting between Ana's legs.

"Well your baby is crowning," she explains with distain.

I reach for Ana's hand in a daze and feel the instant pressure as Ana squeezes it tight.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner," I try to explain as Ana shouts out that she needs to push.

"Not yet Ana, just hold on for a little longer if you can," says the doctor.

Ana's grip only worsens as she struggles to keep from pushing.

"I have to push, I need to push," she shouts but it stopped from finishing her sentence as her words are swallowed up by her screams.

Panic overwhelms me as I look from Ana to the doctor and back again. My wife's panting hard, her eyes screwed up tightly and her forehead damp with sweat.

"You're doing so well baby, so well," I repeat fearfully.

"Okay Ana on the next contraction I want you to push,"

Ana nods but is in too much pain to properly respond. I hold her up a little and help her to brace herself against me. She moans and calls out for me as she starts with another contraction.

"Push now, push Ana," encourages the doctor and I watch in amazement as my strong wife complies.

With effort I watch as Ana pushes out our sons head, then pause to catch her breath.

"That's it honey, you're almost there. One more contraction and your baby will be here."

Ana lays exhausted with our son in-between two worlds. I stroke her brow and tuck the damp hairs away from her face.

"You're incredible," I tell her as she suddenly starts to pant again.

With one final push I observe our baby boy make his entrance. He's picked up and brought forward into Ana's waiting arms and together we inspect the newest member of the family Grey.

"He's beautiful just like his mother," I say with certainty.

"He's handsome just like his father," says Ana weakly.

I smile and gently kiss her lips then whisper my thanks in her ear. I'm so full of gratitude for what Ana has achieved, I'm in awe of her strength and courage.

Later when he's been weighed and measured he's handed back to us swaddled in a blue blanket.

"Look at that Ana, I think were going to have another with your beautiful hair. Are his eyes blue too, I hope so," I remark as I stroke our sons soft curls.

"All babies have blue eyes in the beginning, maybe he'll have eyes like yours."

"No, he will have blue eyes like his mothers. Beautiful blue eyes and dark chestnut locks."

I smile at the picture in my head of my baby boy looking like Ana, then suddenly a thought crosses my mind.

"So what's he going to be a Henry, a Sam, a Carrick or something else."

Ana smiles then pulls back his blanket a little to gaze at his restful face.

"I think he's a Henry and for those two little ones back home he sure as hell better be," laughs Ana.

"You're sure, you can use Sam if you'd rather. You did all the hard work, that means you get the final say."

"It's Henry I'm sure, why he even looks like a Henry don't you think?"

I pull the blanket back a little and nod my head in agreement.

"I would like to pick the middle name though," says Ana.

"Henry Sam?" I ask thoughtfully thinking the two names don't quite work together.

"Henry Christian Grey," says Ana proudly.

"No, you can't use my name," I demand with mock severity.

"But I want to use your name, please Christian. I want to name him for his father, I've wanted to do it since I knew of his existence."

I can see how sincere my wife is and after what's she's done for me I know I can't refuse her. I nod my head in agreement then look back at my son "Henry Christian Grey welcome to the world."