Chapter 21

Ana's POV

I can't think straight. My heart is pounding so hard that I feel it might jump out of my body. Pacing the bathroom floor doesn't help calm my nerves. I check my watch. 5 minutes since I've peed on that stick on the sink counter. Pick it up Ana and see your future. A baby in 9 months, or no baby. I gather up all the courage I have left in me, and walk to the counter picking up the test.

PREGNANT

I feel all the blood drain from my face. How's Christian going to react with this news? At the restaurant he seemed to take it pretty well. He did take responsibility in knowing both he and I made this baby, together. Just go out there and show him. He'll be happy with the outcome.

I open the door of the bathroom and see Christian sitting at the edge of the bed on his Blackberry. I walk up to him slowly, squeezing myself in between his long legs.

"Well? What's it say?" Christian pushes for an answer. I bury my head into his neck and sigh. I lift up my hand, with the test, to him and he takes it. His body tenses up.

"I don't know if I can do this." He finally says after seeing the results. I lift my head and take a step back to look at him. His eyes are wide. I suspect because he didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Baby, I didn't mean it like that." he grabs my hand and I pull it away.

"You said it, so you must mean it." I snap. "Does this mean you don't want this baby? Because that's what that sounds like to me Christian." I shout. Running out of the room up the stairs. Past the playroom and into my old room. The sub room. And I lock it behind me. Leaning back, I slam my fists back into the door. He makes me so fucking mad.

"Ana, baby, I'm sorry." he bangs on the door, startling me. I don't know how long his patience for me will last. But I don't care. He can pound and scream all he wants. What's said is said and he can't take it back now.

"Let me in Anastasia, please. Let me explain." he begs.

"Go away! Give me some time alone Christian." I walk to the front of the bed, sitting on the floor. "Maybe then we can talk."

"Anastasia, just let me in and lets talk about this." I can hear the frustration in his voice.

"Christian, just go."

"Fine. I have to meet with Sawyer anyway. But I'll be back in an hour. You better be ready to talk." I hear his feet stomping away. I avoided Hurricane Christian. For now.

...

I haven't been in this room for about a year. Everything looks the same as it did. On the dresser, I find a tube of lipstick. I pick it up, pull the top off and twist it up. I close my eyes and remember the afternoon Christian and I shared mapping out his body with this lipstick and then making love. It feels like it was yesterday. And now, we don't even need it. My hands can roam any where on his body. He won't stop me. I close the lipstick and toss it in the wastebasket. "Not my color anyway." I mumble.

Keeping with my tour of my old room, I make my way into the walk in closet. It's empty, except for a box on the floor. I sit on the floor and pick it up. Taking off the lid, I find a dried up calla lily flower. I take it out of the box and look it over. The only time I've received these flowers was when Chloe sent them to me. But how did it get in here? Unless, she was in here. I have to tell Christian. Let him know about this. I run out of the room, down the stairs and stop in front of Christian's study. The door is cracked open. I can hear Christian speaking. I hold my breath and listen.

"Sawyer, we're going to need to up the security. I need 4 more men we can add on to the team. I want the best. Welch has informed me of a major setback regarding Ana's safety and even mine. I'm waiting for him to send me some proof. But from what he's told me..." Christian stops talking. And the door closes shut. All I can hear is his muffled voice. I can't make out what he says. I put my ear to the door. "Chloe." is the only thing I can make out. I can't hear Christian's voice anymore, so I press my ear harder into the door. It flies open and I fall head first into his study. Sawyer and Ryan are heading out. And all three men are surprised to see me.

"Anastasia, are you alright?" In a flash, Christian is crouching down, helping me up. "What were you doing there?"

"I came down because I needed to tell you something." I nonchalantly tell him. I don't want him thinking everything is good between us.

Christian waves Sawyer and Ryan off, closing the door behind them. "First things first. Are you ok?"

"Yes, Christian I'm fine. I've fallen into your office before. It's not the first time." He smiles. It almost touches his eyes.

"What did you need to tell me baby?" his voice is so sweet and caring. It pisses me off. He leads me to sit on his couch. We sit, but I scoot over a cushion. I'm still furious with him, but this is important.

"I found this in my walk in closet in my old room." I show him the flower.

He looks at it like its an alien. Holding it at an arms length. "It's a flower. What significance does this have?" he shrugs.

"I've only gotten this flower before by one person. " I lower my voice as if it's a secret.

"Fuck. Chloe! Where did you get this?" His hand is in his hair so fast, I feel the wind hit my face. He gets up from his seat going over to his desk and picking up his Blackberry. There's only one person he's calling. "Welch! Is she alive or dead?... Email those fucking pictures now!" He throws his phone across the room. Smashing into pieces.

"What? Alive or dead? Who are you talking about?" I'm afraid to hear the answer. "Is that why you're upping security?"

"Anastasia, baby. I don't want to scare you. I still don't know if it's true until Welch emails me. But..." he sighs heavy. "She's alive."

"Chloe? Alive?" I can't even speak in complete sentences anymore. I am stunned.

A ping comes from Christian's computer and he goes to check it. Unconsciously, I walk over to Christian and ball up in his lap. I look at his computer screen. My jaw drops as he flips through the pictures. There are 10 shots of her. Pictures of Chloe coming out of someone's house. Getting in a car. A close up of her face. There is no denying it is her. Especially with the stitches she has in between her eyes. This psycho bitch is fucking tough.

"How did she survive Christian? It's impossible." I start to hyperventilate.

"Anastasia, breathe baby. Breathe." Christian is shaking me. That's the last thing I feel before I black out.

I hear Christian's voice. I feel his face laying on my belly. I keep my eyes shut and listen as he talks.

"Hey there little baby. Well, last night was crazy. You're mommy got mad at me. I said something and she took it the wrong way. I told her that I didn't know if I could do this. I think any man becoming a father for the first time would think that way. But, just because I don't think I can't do it, doesn't mean I don't want you. All I can do is try my best. I love you already, even though its only been a day. I would give up all I have for you. You and your mommy are my everything. My family, the three of us." He kisses my belly and lays back down on his pillow, cuddling up to me. I turn to face him, taking him by surprise.

"Oh Christian. How are you able to do that? Make me fall right back in love with you?" I kiss his nose. "I overreacted last night and should have let you explained. I'm sorry." I cup his face with my hands and kiss him on the lips.

"I'm guessing you heard me." he says shyly and I nod. "Baby, what I said... I didn't mean it like that. I want to be the best father I can be for our little one. There is no one else I would rather have a baby with. I want this baby. Our baby." He kisses me softly. "So, are we ok now?"

"Yes, we are, Mr. Grey." I smile at him. Then I remember something. "Isn't today the day? Our big trip finally!" I squeal, pulling myself up off the bed and jumping up and down. Christian is laying there laughing and watching me. I stop and straddle Christian. "What about Chloe?" I ask concerned. Thinking about last nights revelation.

"Our vacation starts right now. We have security to deal with that. And I trust them. Plus, she doesn't know wher we're going. Push it out of your mind and get ready, Mrs. Grey."

We board the plane and find our seats. Sawyer and Ryan sit behind us. I feel bad that Taylor isn't here with us. I feel safe with these two.

We sit there, holding hands as the plane takes off. "Bora Bora here we come."

A/N: Hey guys! Well, she's back. What a great time to make herself known.

And before anyone thinks it's impossible to get shot in between the eyes and survive, I googled it. ;) 2 people have survived from gunshots in between the eyes. One lady only needed stitches. And a pilot flew his helicopter after being shot and was still able to save 20 soldiers.

Vacation ahead!