Because I had so many request for an early update I just couldn't resist to write the next chapter before updating The Wild Ones and The Pact... so here we go :-)
Back To You - Day 131 ( Three months later)
"You know little one, next time we come here you could make mommy very happy and finally reveal if you are a little boy or a little girl. Then mommy can call your grandpa Ray and he will come to Seattle and paint your room." I murmur and rub my belly.
I am six months pregnant now and hiding my belly is impossible. Some women start to show really late into their pregnancy, but my belly is so huge already I have no idea how I am going to be able to walk or get up on my own if I get any bigger. At least my body has decided to give me something to balance out my ever growing belly, because my butt has gotten huge too. My parents think I am being ridiculous, but I am sure if someone sees only my backside he thinks I am Kim Kardashian.
To be honest, I don't really care. It's funny, I always wanted to look at good as possible, but now all I care about is that my baby is healthy and grows just like it is supposed to. I just wish I had someone with me to share this special time in my life. My parents and grandparents call me and visit me as often as they can, but it's the evenings when I am alone in my apartment that are really depressing sometimes. Or going to a park to take a walk and seeing happy couples and men who are rubbing their pregnant wife's bellies, looking at men who carry their young children on their shoulders or just spent time with their kids... and here I am pregnant and all alone in Seattle wondering if my child will even get the chance to know his or her father.
I have tried everything I could think of to somehow get in contact with Christian. And what did it get me? I was kicked out rather rudely by the building security of Grey House, was asked to leave Escala because I am no longer a resident there after selling my apartment there and when I went to Bellevue to talk to Mia or his parents some goon from Christian's security showed up and threatened me with a restraining order if I wouldn't leave. One day I got so mad that I called everyone close to him I had a phone number of and no one took my call... the next day none of those numbers were working any more. At this point my only option would be to have a banner put in place somewhere for him to see, but I can't do that. I don't want to make my pregnancy public or reveal the name of the father before I have the chance to tell him in person.
By now I am so angry at Christian, I am sure it is not going to be a pleasant conversation if and when I finally manage to get five fucking minutes of his god damn time. At least I can say that I have done everything within my power to contact him, if at any point he finds out about our baby, he can't say that I haven't tried. I wanted to give him the chance to be a part of our child's life from the second he or she is born, but now it doesn't look like that is going to happen.
Maybe I should have let my father handle this for me. He was livid when I had to tell my parents that I am pregnant with Christian's child and that he is doing everything within his power to make sure I have no way of contacting him. My dad wanted to go to Grey House and demand to see Christian, but I stopped him. It just felt wrong, I wanted to be the one to tell him.
As it is now, I have decided that I can't deal with this constant stress of coming up with ways to contact Christian anymore and I will just wait until the baby is born and let my lawyers handle it. He might not want to listen to me, but he has to listen to them and if he decides that he doesn't want to be a part of our child's life I will make sure that he is going to pay child support and that his name is put on the birth certificate as the father. I am willing to stay in Seattle should he decide that he wants to be a part of the babies life, but if not, I will most likely move back to Chicago. The only reason to stay here is that it would make it easier for him to see our child. With the crazy hours he is working each week it would be nearly impossible for him to see the baby on a regular basis if I move away, so for now, until I know for sure I am staying.
Today I was here at the hospital not only because I had an appointment with my doctor who has his offices here, but also because I wanted to look at the different delivery suites they are having here. I know I still have 19 weeks to go, but I like to know my options early and so far I am leaning towards a water birth. But I know I am probably going to change my mind and the midwife here told me that if at any point I feel like getting out of the tub, I can change my mind at any point, unless the head is already out, but I guess at that point I will be so out of my mind with pain that I don't care where I am as long as the baby is finally born.
To take my mind off of any thoughts of Christian or the pain during childbirth I decide to just look at the newborns through the window of the nursery. They are all so cute and I can't believe that only a couple of months from now I will be standing here looking at my own child.
"I am going to take my lunch break now, Julia."
"Of course Dr. Trevelyan, see you later" I hear someone say behind me and spin around. There she is Christian's mom walking down the hallway.
"Okay, little one, one last try" I murmur and hurry down the hallway behind her.
"Dr. Trevelyan? Please wait." I call out for her and she stops, but doesn't turn around because I am sure she knows that it is me.
"Please, Dr. Trevelyan, I know your son doesn't want you to talk to me, but please at least listen to me... please for your grandchild" I beg and she spins around and stares at my swollen belly.
"That... did you say my grandchild, Anastasia?" she asks and I nod slowly.
"Christian's baby." I say and I can see tears pooling in her eyes.
"I... my goodness, a baby. Please, come to my office, we should sit down and talk." she says and so I follow her up to the pediatric ward where her office is and sit down on the small sofa in the corner.
"How far along are you?"
"Today I am exactly 21 weeks along." I tell her and rub my belly.
"I don't want to offend you in any way, Anastasia, but are sure that your child is Christian's?" she asks and looks embarrassed to even ask me that question.
"Yes, I haven't been with anyone else than your son, since I have moved to Seattle. But I am willing to do a paternity test, even before the baby is born. I have nothing to hide."
"Of course not, I just needed to ask. Does Christian know?" she asks and I guess my expression leaves no questions open as to what a stupid question that was.
"I am sorry, of course you had no way of letting him know. I am sorry, Anastasia. My husband and I both think that Christian is making a huge mistake by treating you like this. He is just so scared to hurt you again, he loves you and it scares him that he has lost control and injured you." she says and I frown.
"Dr. Trevelyan, I have no idea what you are talking about. Your son isn't talking to me, because I wasn't honest with him and when I finally came clean he left me."
"Anastasia, my son loves you, he would have forgiven you any lie gladly, but he can't forgive himself for fracturing your arm and leaving you alone in the apartment." I stare at her. This is what all of this about? He is afraid he is going to hurt me... wow, that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard in my life.
"Well, if he cut me off so completely so he wouldn't hurt me again then he has failed, because that has hurt me more than anything else. And he didn't fracture my arm. I tried to stop him from leaving the apartment and he pushed me to get away, I stumbled and hit my arm on the edge of a dresser, it was an accident. Believe me, if I would think for one second that he did it on purpose I wouldn't be here, because I would do what ever is in my power to make sure he will never know about this baby."
"So you want him to know, to be a part of this child's life?"
"Yes, I mean he hasn't contacted me in nearly six months, so I have to live with the fact that he doesn't want me anymore, but that doesn't mean he can't be a wonderful father to our child. I grew up with a strong, loving family and I want the same for my child. He or she has a right to know both sides of his or her family, that is why I am still living in Seattle to make sure that if Christian wants to have an active role in our child's life he has every chance to do so. If he doesn't want to see me, that is fine too, we can find a way to arrange everything so that he doesn't have to see me, but I don't want my baby to grow up without his or her father. But before any of that can happen I need your help to tell him."
She sits down next to me and takes my hand in hers. "I promise you we find a way to make that happen. I won't allow my son to keep this up, not with a child on the way. He had enough time to come to his senses and face you, now I will make sure that he is going to see you."
I will always blame my hormones for this, but hearing her say this I start to cry. It's like a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders and I finally can breathe.
"It's alright, darling girl. I won't allow my first grandchild having to grow up without a father. It's going to be fine." she says and gently rubs my back.
"So-sorry... I... it's just I didn't think I would get the chance to tell him before the baby is born and I don't want him to miss the opportunity to hold his child in his arms right after it is born." I sniff and take a tissue from my purse.
"I'll talk to him. I promise, Anastasia." she says and I just hope that she really can get Christian to listen to me.
Grace's POV
I am still fuming with anger when I reach Grey House. That boy really has done it this time. I wasn't happy with his plan to avoid Anastasia to begin with, but this has gone too far. I will not allow him to ignore her while she is carrying his child. My god, the poor girl is staying all alone and pregnant in Seattle waiting for him to come around, while he is burying himself in work and doing anything to keep her away from him when in reality he wants nothing more than to be with her.
I know my poor boy has issues, and he has never managed to overcome the horrors of the first few years of his life, but there is a new life involved now. He has to face Anastasia and take responsibility and if he doesn't... no I won't let that happen. I have not raised my children to abandon their own flesh and blood. I just hope that he is going to listen to me, Lord knows that my son can be shockingly stubborn if he wants to avoid a conversation. If not I will have to find a different way to get him to talk to Anastasia.
When I reach the top floor of his office building his secretary Andrea jumps up from behind her desk to greet me.
"Dr. Trevelyan-Grey, how nice to see you."
"Hello Andrea, it's nice to see you, too. Is my son in his office?"
"No, Ma'am. Mr. Grey is in a meeting at the moment."
"I see, please let him know that I am waiting in his office for him and that it is an emergency." I tell her and get into Christian's office. When I see the large picture of him and Anastasia on one wall of his office I smile. I had no idea he had a picture of her here, but it just shows how much he misses her, so this might be easier than I thought it would be.
"Mom? What is wrong, Andrea said there is an emergency" Christian says as he steps into his office.
"It's nothing bad, Christian. Please sit down, you and I have to talk." I almost smile when I see the look on his face. It is the same look he always has when I doesn't know what is going on. He doesn't like it at all when he is not in control of something, but I guess now that he is going to be a father he has to get used to it.
"Mom, what is going on?" he asks as soon as we sit.
"I've talked Anastasia today." The moment he hears me say that he gets up and takes his phone out.
"Taylor, Anastasia managed to approach my mother..." he takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose and with his eyes screwed shut he says "Get plan B into motion." he hangs up and I stare at him.
"I am sorry that you had to talk to her, mom. It won't happen again" he says and I can feel my anger rising again.
"What does plan B mean, Christian?" I ask and he remains silent.
"I think I have asked you a question, young man! Answer me!" I snap and that has his attention because he knows that I rarely if ever raise my voice.
"I have talked to my lawyers and we agreed that because Anastasia is not giving up, it would be best to get a restraining order against her in place. It's for the best, mom. I was sure she would have given up by now, but..."
"No! Do you hear me, Christian Trevelyan-Grey? You will do no such thing. You need to listen to her, she has something important that she needs to tell you."
"I can't mom, I can't take that risk. She deserves to find someone who is not going to hurt her the moment he gets angry. I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my meeting."
"We are not finished, Christian!"
"I'm sorry mom, I'll see you tomorrow" he says and I can't believe that he just walks out on me like that. Well, I guess this leaves me with no other choice. I leave the office and find Taylor in his office.
"Ma'am, can I help you?"
"Yes, you will not help my son to get a restraining order against, Anastasia."
"Ma'am to be honest, I think he needs to talk to her, but he is too stubborn to do so. But he is my boss and..."
"Anastasia is pregnant with my sons child and I am telling you right now that no one is going to serve the mother of my grandchild with a restraining order. You will not call his lawyers and just wait until tomorrow, do you hear me, Jason Taylor?"
"Yes, of course Ma'am... a baby... what a cluster fuck" he mutters.
"Do not tell him, Anastasia wants to tell him herself. Have a good day, Taylor." I say and leave Grey House. In my car I take my phone out and call Anastasia.
"Anastasia, this is Dr. Trevelyan speaking."
"Hello, Dr. Trevelyan, have you talked to Christian?"
"Yes, and he has agreed to meet you tomorrow at Bellevue. Can you be there at 6:30 pm?"
"Yes, of course. Thank you so much, Dr. Trevelyan."
"You are very welcome darling girl" I hang up and sigh. Oh Lord, please forgive me for lying... but my son needs to talk to her, he needs to know that he is going to be a father...
I am actually really looking forward to write the next chapter, because there is a major twist in it, so I will try to get it ready until Wednesday or even earlier ;-)