Did y'all really believe I'd leave you like that, for a whole day? Please. I couldn't stop writing for y'all if I wanted to!

Here you guys go, this should let y'all have a breath or two and sleep well night!

"Well, well, well." Elizabeth purred, looking between us, a gun in her hand. "Look at what we have here, Ellie."

"Hm?" The bitch troll exited my closet, sporting my favorite midnight blue evening gown and the tennis bracelet Christian gave me on our honeymoon. "Oh! Christian, how lovely it is to see you!" She crosses the room, holding her arms out to hug him.

I step in front of him, placing my hands on my hips. "Back up, you no good, gold digging whore."

I realized how laughable I must look: pregnant, waddling around on one leg, and bruised to hell and back. Elena must have realized this, too, for she brushed into fits of delicate giggles that made mine sound like pig snorts. I mentally cringe.

No, Ana. Don't let her make you feel insecure. Christian loves you, and only you.

"Oh, Anastasia, darling. So nice of you to.. protect whats mine. I'll just be collecting him now." She winks, folding her arms, studying the bracelet. "You really shouldn't give her such cheap gifts, my dear." She says to Christian, scolding. "It's quite embarrassing on my part."

"Go to hell, Elena." Christian says, his voice deadly calm. Elizabeth cocks the gun in my direction and he freezes. I continue my walk to Elena.

"You think you're so damn amazing don't you?" I sneer, narrowing my eyes. She blinks and I move closer. "You think just because you had a fifteen year old, it makes you a fucking goddess, don't you? That's the reason, isn't it? Because that's the only time you've ever had someone care for you, Elena: a angst-ridden, hurt, broken, fifteen year old kid who had no control of his life. Did it give you a sense of satisfaction to introduce him to that lifestyle?" I'm almost against her now, and she's frozen. I continue whispering. "I hope it did. Because stronger women than you have repaired broken souls, and brought them back to life. Me? I'm one of those women. I've given him his life back. I've given him a reason to live. Something you couldn't give him, Elena Lincoln."

She's opening and closing her mouth now, trying to gain some composure. Even Elizabeth is frozen where she's at, the gun pointed to where I used to be standing. I see Christian edging towards her out the corner of my eye, but I'm not done yet.

"Do you hear that?" I question, crossing my arms and resting them on my Blip. "Elena Lincoln. Can you tell me my name, Elena Lincoln? Anastasia Grey. Do you see this ring on my finger, Elena Lincoln? Where's yours at? Did Christian ever get down on one knee and tell you how much he loves you?" I can see tears welling up in her eyes, but I don't stop, nor do I feel any sympathy.

"He's mine, Robinson. Christian Trevelyn Grey is mine. He is father of my child, and the one man I'm bound to for the rest of my eternity." I shake my head a bit. "You can't stop that, Elena. You can't change it."

I hear a muffled scream behind me, and I know Christian's tackled Elizabeth. I see the gun go sliding towards the bathroom door on the other side of the room. I still don't relent.

"Does it hurt?" I whisper to the beautiful blonde before me, barely conscious of the footsteps running up the stairs. "Does it hurt to know the one thing you live for is not yours?" Someone busts through the door. "I really hope it does. Because that's all you'll ever deserve." I spat, turning on my heel and letting Taylor rush past me to grab Elena.

I hopple over to Christian, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. "Let's go for a drive."

Christian drives through a small rural town, and I feel myself relax completely. It reminds me of home, back when Ray and my mom were still married, and we'd all go riding in the car through the backroads at night. We'd stop at this little meadow by a pond, and Ray would show me countless of shooting stars but I'd never see any of them. He told me when I'm older, and more aware, that I'd probably see one. I used to tell him I couldn't wait until I'm older, then, so I can finally see things through the eyes of an adult.

Now I'd give anything to go back to the mind setting of a child like Sophie.

"How do you feel?" Christian asks as he parks the car on the side of an abandoned dirt road. I idly wonder just how far away from Seattle we are. He turns his body t me, and I blow a piece of brunette hair from my face.

"Where are we?" I question. We'd been driving for hours, neither of us saying a word.

Christian smiles faintly. "A small town called Forks. Not many people here, but it's quiet. I drive through sometimes when I need to think."

I nod my head, turning to look out the window. "I'm fine." I mumble.

"What's going through your head, Mrs. Grey?"

"Stars." I whisper, staring up at Orion's Belt. It was my favorite. Mainly because its the only one I remember from Ray's constant astrology teachings, but also because is symbolizes strength. "Orion's Belt is the most beautiful. Greek Myths said he was a strong, loyal hunter who got turned into a constellation when he died, you know."

"Really?"

"Yes." I turn to face him, moonlight etching across his face and I smile sadly. "I've always wanted to make an impact like that. To be remembered when I'm long gone. For people to think of me and say, 'That girl.. she meant something to the world, even when she died.'"

Christian stares at me. "Where's this all coming from?" He places his hand on my cheek, and I lean into it without thinking.

"I realized after walking away from that impossible woman tonight that I really don't need to be remembered by the whole world. They don't matter." I shake my head, and grasp his hand tightly. I look into his eyes, my blue orbs filling with tears. "Everyone who does matter will either be waiting for me after I'm gone or mourning for me because I left. I'm a sister, a mother, a daughter, and a wife." I lean forward and softly touch my lips to his. "All the difference in the world couldn't top that."