I just wanted to answer a question from a guest who wanted to know why Ana acted like a bitch about the baby having her last name and instead of Christian's. I wasn't trying to make Ana look like a bitch, it's just that I am from Germany and here if an unmarried woman has a child it is common that the child has her last name. Even if the parents are in a relationship, it is common for the baby to have the mother's last name. If they marry all children a couple has automatically get the father's name if the mother decides to take her husband's name. I was actually surprised to find out that in the US it is more common for the child to have the father's last name, because it doesn't make much sense to me, especially if the parents are no longer in a relationship, but I guess it's different from country to country...

Back To You - Day 140

I've been at Escala for a week now and I can't stand to look at all those white walls any longer. Therefore, I've asked Christian if he would mind if I would redecorate a little. He told me as long as his apartment wouldn't end up looking like Barbie's dream home he wouldn't mind. So, yesterday, after my Nana had to go back to Chicago I spent all day shopping online for something to bring a little more color into this place.

I made sure that everything I've ordered could easily be removed once Josie is born. After all this is his home and he seems to like this clean and clinical look. If it were up to me, I would have ordered buckets of paint and turned this place into something that qualifies as home and less of an art gallery. I know my mom itched to redecorate everything the second they arrived here last weekend. Man, that was the most uncomfortable I have ever felt around my parents. I fully expected my Dad to punch Christian in the face the second he got out of the elevator, but I guess he didn't do it so I wouldn't freak out.

Still, he barely acknowledged Christian's present at all, forcing him to spend most of the Saturday in his study until I had enough and talked to my Dad. Because again, this is Christian's home and it just felt wrong that my Dad came in as if he owned the place, while Christian had to hide in his study to avoid any drama. So, I've asked my Dad to talk to him and if he wouldn't do it for me, then at least for his granddaughter. I want my daughter to have a great childhood with tons of memories she is going to treasure as an adult. Therefore, I need my Dad and Christian to get along or at least to act civil around each other. I don't want my daughter to ask me someday why her Dad and her Grandpa aren't talking to each other.

In the end, they talked it out and for the rest of their visit everyone seemed to be much more relaxed in each presence. Another thing that happened over the last week is that I have signed a book deal. It still seems unreal, but soon I will be a published author. I was a little surprised when on Tuesday Christian called and asked me to put some nice clothes on. Because I am not leaving the apartment much and it is the most comfortable, I am mainly in yoga pants and t-shirt these days, but I dressed up and just when I was ready, Christian arrived with Mark Mitchell, vice president of the biggest publishing house on the West Coast. I nearly fainted when he told me that he had read my manuscript and that he wanted to publish my book. The next day the deal was sealed. I know that Christian must have cashed in some serious favors to get this deal done, when I wanted to do this on my own, but in the end, I couldn't be mad at him, because I am too thrilled that my book will be published.

So, I asked him if there was anything, I could do for him in return. All he did was to caress my belly and telling me that by having his child I was already giving him so much more than he had ever hoped for. That made me swoon a little, but I am still not at a point where I could just forget the weeks and months he just completely ignored me. Yes, I want him back, I want us to be a family, but right now, I am not sure if he is just playing nice because I am pregnant or if he truly means it when he says that he is sorry.

"Ana?" I look up and smile at Gail. I hate to admit it, but she is great. However, I am still a little confused about her sudden change of attitude towards me.

"Yes?"

"Sawyer is on his way to the delivery entrance, your online purchases have arrived."

"Gotta love overnight delivery" I giggle and get up. Yes, this place needs some color and a more homey feeling.

15 minutes later I am sitting on the floor with Gail unpacking all the boxes that where delivered.

"Hah! I found the one I was looking for." I beam and unpack a huge selection of scented candles in beautiful jars.

"What do you think, Gail, field of flowers or winter wonderland? Oh, and here I even found one for Christian." I giggle and hold up a candle with bacon scent.

"Bacon?" Gail laughs.

"Well, he is a guy, so I thought maybe he likes it." We both laugh a little more and I decide now is a good time to ask her.

"Can I ask you something, Gail?"

"Of course."

"Okay, so... when we first met, I got the impression that you didn't like me, but now that has changed. Why?"

She looks rather uncomfortable and stares at her hands for a moment. "I care very much for Mr. Grey. Not just as my boss, but also as the wonderful person he is. During the time I have worked here, he had several... umm... female guests. It always ended the same. Those women never even tried to be anything more to him, all they saw were the clothes, cars and other gifts he provided them with. To be honest, I didn't think you'd be any different and every time Mr. Grey ended their arrangement, he ended up in his study brooding for days. He deserves so much more; I just didn't want to see this happening again. Your relationship to him was unlike any he had before and..." she stops obviously trying to find the right words.

"You have the power to really hurt him, Ana and he has been hurt enough in his life. I don't want to make excuses for the way he treated you after your break up, but just remember that he is a very complicated man. He is impulsive and once he thinks he is doing to best thing for everyone, he will do what ever it takes to achieve this goal. But believe me; he missed you every single second of the day."

I stare at her for a moment not sure what to say to that, so I pick up two of the candles.

"I think I want to light these first," I say and with that the conversation is over and we light the cookie-scented candles.

In the next three hours Gail and Sawyer make me sit on the sofa and tell them exactly where I want the things placed. I've bought some cuddly wool blankets that are now neatly folded at each end of the couch along with many fluffy pillows, which are also placed on the couch. Some rugs have found their place on the floor, two huge vases are filled with beautiful flowers and the formerly white walls are now lined with colorful paintings. Not the fine art Christian prefers, but some nice and inviting still lifes, which make the great room look a lot friendlier.

At one point I had to laugh, thinking about what Christian would do if I would go up to the playroom and redecorate that room too. Maybe drape some pink feather boas around the whips and canes to make them look less intimidating. Of course, I wouldn't do that and I didn't tell Gail or Sawyer what had me giggling like a schoolgirl, but it was fun to think about.

"Where do you want the chest, Miss Steele?" Sawyer asks and I look around. I found this beautiful black chest of drawers online, which is kind of antique looking, but goes perfectly with the otherwise modern interior of the penthouse.

"Over there by the wall, Sawyer" I tell him and feel bad that he has to carry it alone, but he refused Gail's help and gave me the death glare when I attempted to get up to help him.

Gail places two candlesticks on the chest and a few smaller decorative items on it and I look around. Almost perfect.

"Did Dr. Trevelyan send a parcel, Sawyer?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's right over there." He points to the breakfast bar and I get it. Inside are a few photos of Christian with his family. To me family photos should be on display in a home, I can't put pictures of my family on display, because this is Christian's home, so I asked Grace to sent some over. I've ordered so nice frames and a little later they are on the wall by the chest of drawers.

"Anything else, Ana?" Gail asks and I nod and put a framed sonogram picture of Joey on the chest of drawers.

"Now it's perfect." I say and look around the great room smiling. We didn't do anything drastic, but it looks much nicer now, like a home. And if Christian hates it, it won't take longer than an hour or two to remove everything.

Around six in the evening Christian arrives back home and looks around.

"If you don't like it we can remove everything tomorrow." I offer when he remains silent.

"No, I like it. I didn't think I would, but it actually all fits in quite well. But why family photos?"

"Well, it's your home; people usually have pictures of their family on display."

"This one is my favorite," he says smiling and picks up the frame with the sonogram picture of Joey. "How is my daughter doing today?"

"Right now, she is sleeping, but she was dancing in my belly only minutes ago... oh and she made me it apples with mustard again." I tell him and make a face. For the last four days, I have been cravings apple slices dipped in mustard; Christian thinks it is gross, but I just can't help it.

"I hope our daughter will prefer other things once she is born." He smirks, but frowns when he sees the fluffy rug by the couch.

"I am not sure about that thing, Anastasia. It looks like a dead animal."

"It doesn't, come on, take your shoes and socks off." I ask him and he looks slightly confused but does it and sits down with me. "Rub your feet over the rug." I order and he does.

"I have to admit, that is kind of nice."

"See... oh wait I have something for you." I get up and get the candle I've order for him along with the box that holds the other thing I've ordered for him.

I hand him the candle and he laughs. "Bacon scent?"

"Yes, I thought it is a more manly scent than roses or cookies. I have one more thing for you." I hand him the box and hope that he doesn't think it is cheesy or worse that I am making fun of him. I watch him open it and he looks at the dreamcatcher.

"A dreamcatcher?" He asks and I nod.

"I've heard you having nightmares the last couple of nights and... maybe it's stupid, but I remember when I was a child I used to have nightmares and my mom got a dreamcatcher for me and shortly after I had it in my room my nightmares stopped. Native Americans believe that the bad dreams get caught in the web and vanish in morning sunlight, while all the good dreams can come through the net." I explain a little shy. Shit, maybe this was a bad idea.

"Thank you, Anastasia. It's a very thoughtful gift, I love it." He gives me one of his very rare shy smiles and to my surprise, he calls out for Taylor and asks him to place the dreamcatcher in his bedroom on the wall by his bed.

The next morning I decide that I need to get some fresh air. It's a sunny beautiful morning and I just want to take a short walk. After taking a shower, I get dressed and leave the guest room, where I am now staying in after I insisted that Christian would take his bedroom back. I've almost reached the kitchen when my gaze drifts to the couch and I notice that the fluffy rug is gone. I look around to see if Christian has removed anything else, too and see that the framed sonogram picture of Joey is also gone. Wait a second!

I quickly make my way to Christian's study and knock when I find the door closed.

"Come in," he calls out and I smile when I find him behind his desk with the rug placed under his desk. He is barefoot and rubbing his feet over the fluffy rug.

"Hold a second." He says to who ever is on the phone.

"Good morning, Anastasia. Do you need something?"

"No, I was just trying to find out where the rug has gone to. Did you take the picture of Josie as well?" I ask and he points to the frame on his desk.

"I think I have to buy more of those rugs, I like them."

"Well, I am glad to hear it, Mr. Grey. Look, I don't want to keep you from anything, but I need to get some fresh air. I'm going for a walk."

"Sure, take Sawyer with you and don't over do it, Anastasia."

"I want, see you later." I leave his study and ask Sawyer to accompany me.

After thirty minutes of being outside, I regret that I didn't have breakfast first, because I am starving.

"Sawyer, can we stop at the coffee shop over there? I am hungry."

"Sure Ma'am." He answer so we cross the street and my face falls when I see the log line inside.

"Just tell me what you would like to eat, Miss Steele. I'll get it for you." He offers while I sit down at one of the tables outside.

"Great, umm maybe a chocolate muffin and oh if they have custard donuts I want one of those too and a milk coffee, decaf." I add since I am not allowed to have anything with caffeine.

"I'll see what they have, Miss Steele." He says and gets inside. I look around the street trying to ignore all the people on the tables around me who already have their food, because I am seriously tempted to get up and snatch a donut from the tray of a seriously obese man at the table next to mine.

I get up to see how long Sawyer will need, but there are still four people in line before him. So, I am just about to sit down again when someone grabs me and before I know what is happening, I find myself in the passenger seat of a pickup truck. Holy shit I am being kidnapped!

Before I am able to comprehend what is going on someone jumps into the driver's seat and starts to drive. I stare at the driver in utter disbelieve. Tell me this did not just happen!

"I'm sorry, Anastasia. I was trying for days to get to you, this was my only chance. Are you alright?"

"Am I alright? Are you insane, Elliot? You just kidnapped me."

"No, I am saving you and my niece. I know that you are not allowed to fly, but I have a good friend, her name is Janet, you can stay with her until the baby is born."

"What? Why would I want to stay with your friend? Take me back to Escala, now!" I hiss at him.

"Please, stay calm, Anastasia. I know you are not supposed to be under stress."

"And you thought kidnapping me in broad daylight wouldn't stress me?"

"It's better than what could happen if you stay with my brother. I love him, I really do, but you can't stay with him." He says and if I am not mistaken then he sounds sad.

"Elliot, why do you think I am not safe with Christian?" I ask and blush when I my stomach rumbles loudly.

"Shit, you are hungry. Will Mc Donald's do?" He asks and I nod.

Ten minutes later, we went to the drive through and he bought enough food for a whole soccer team. We are in the parking lot and I look at him.

"Please eat; it's important for the baby." He begs when I just stare at him.

"I'll eat, but only if you tell me why you are feeling the need to protect me from your brother."

"I will, but first I need to apologize. When I saw you at my parent's house... pregnant... I just needed you to go back to Chicago. I had seen the video of you before the Coping Together event and I... I just needed you to leave town, to make sure he couldn't hurt you or the baby. I know that doesn't excuse the way I humiliated you in front of my family, but I didn't know what else to do. It was the first thing that came to my mind and I went with it." He explains and I take one of the egg mcmuffins.

"Go on" I mutter while eating.

"Look, I know that my ex is a slut who forgot all about me the moment she saw my brother. I know it for a couple of years now. I love my brother, I really do and I couldn't stand the thought of us not talking because of some bitch. So, three years ago I decided to man up and talk it out with him. Mia had given me the code for the elevator at Escala. I went up and Taylor wasn't there which was strange, but I walked into the penthouse and..." He stops and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I've heard noises that came from his study. The door was ajar and what I saw... Fuck, I knew he had anger issues, he had them all his life, but I never thought ... what I mean... look, he is not a bad guy, but you can't be around him."

"Elliot, I am five seconds away from jumping out of your car and screaming bloody murder. So, just fucking tell me what you saw in his study!" I snap and he looks surprised at my outburst.

"He was in there with a woman, she was bend over his desk, her pants and panties down at her ankles and he... he was beating her with his belt. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he ignored her. Fuck, I didn't know what to do, I wanted to help her, but I was so shocked that in the end I just left. Do you get it now; you have to get the hell away from him. If he loses it and beats you while you are pregnant... shit I don't even want to think about it." He murmurs and buries his face in his hands.

I don't know if I should laugh, cry or simply punch Elliot. What is it with these Grey men that they just do what they think it is best instead of talking?

"Are you alright, Anastasia?" He asks me after a while and I sigh.

"Just take me back to Escala; you need to talk to Christian. I know what you have seen back then must have looked quite disturbing, but it isn't what you think."

"What? Are you insane? He fucking beat an itty-bitty woman with a belt! Do you want to be next?"

"No, but he wouldn't do that to me."

"Yeah, sure! Excuse me if I am wrong, but didn't he already fracture your arm?" He hisses irritated by my reaction.

"That was an accident. He pushed me, I fell and landed on my arm. He didn't do it on purpose."

"Oh hell, is this some kind of Stockholm syndrome?" He mutters more to himself than to me and suddenly all hell breaks loose when two black Audi SUV's come to a halt on the parking lot and Taylor, Sawyer, Christian and three more guys I have never seen before jump out of the cars.

Before I can do anything, Christian has reached Elliot's car, yanked the door open and has pulled his brother out of the car.

"Christian don't!" I yell when he is about to punch Elliot and I am glad when Sawyer and Taylor manage to separate them.

"If you have hurt one hair on her head I fucking kill you, Elliot!" Christian's screams and he is seething with anger.

"I? You think I would hurt her? Fuck you, bro! I was trying to save her, so she wouldn't end up bend over your desk with you behind her beating her with a belt!" Elliot screams back and I blench. Fuck, people are staring at them.

"Sir, we need to leave!" Taylor says while Sawyer leads me despite my light struggle to one of the SUV's.

"Please get in the car, Miss Steele. Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?" He asks me worry edged on his face.

"No, he didn't hurt me, though I might need some rest." I confess this was just too much for one morning.

I watch as Sawyer walks over to Taylor and quickly returns. He gets into the car and starts to drive.

"I'm taking you back to Escala. Dr. Greene will arrive shortly to check on you." Sawyer informs me and I want to tell him that I am fine, but this is not about me, it's about my daughter. So, I don't say anything, though I am slightly surprised that Dr. Greene is coming over.

Three hours later Dr. Greene was there to check on me, but all was fine and I napped for two hours. And even though I am still a bit tired, I can't stay in bed any longer. I am starving.

I get up and leave the guest room, but stop in the great room when I see Christian and Elliot on the sofa talking.

"Hey, are you alright, shouldn't you rest a little longer after everything that happened this morning?" Christian asks and is by my side in a second.

"I am fine. I wanted to sleep a little longer, but our daughter is hungry." I smile at him to let him know that I am fine and he looks a little more relaxed.

"Good, Gail prepared a plate with sandwiches for you, it's in the fridge or would you like something else?"

"No, sandwiches are fine and I am glad to see that you are both still in one piece."

"Yes, I guess my brother is still trying to comprehend everything that I have told him, he is damn lucky that nothing happened to you and the baby or he would be dead by now." He mutters darkly and Elliot comes over to us.

"Okay, I am still trying to get this straight, help me out Anastasia. If my brother would beat you with his belt it would get you off?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"No, if your brother would ever dare to take his belt off and beat me with it, I would feed him his own dick. I like some aspects of the lifestyle, but I guess your brother will agree when I am telling you that I am anything but submissive. Still, there are many women who enjoy something like that."

"That's fucked up, man. Have you seen that room upstairs?" He asks wide-eyed and I have to laugh.

"Yup, I've seen it." I answer and take the plate with sandwiches from the fridge.

"Has he fucked you in there?" He asks and I glare at him.

"Look Elliot, I get that you thought you needed to protect me, but that doesn't make us friends all of a sudden. You humiliated me in front of your parents and sister so badly, that I am probably never going to feel comfortable in their presence, so just quit the personal questions." I snap, take the plate and a bottle of flavored water and quickly get back into the guest room.

What is it with men that they think with a simple apology all is fine? No, it's not men is general, but specifically the brothers Grey. Too bad that I am still hopelessly in love with one of them.

I rub my belly and shake my head smiling. "Do yourself a favor Joey, don't ever fall in love. Men are so complicated it's not even funny."...

Now we know what crawled up Elliot's a** and died. And of course, there is more to Gail's sudden change of attitude than she wanted to admit, but that won't be revealed until the birth of baby Josie...