DEADLY MISTAKE
****THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO EL JAMES. THE STORY LINE DETAILS BELONG TO ME***
Chapter 25
(T POV)
I am now going back to the hospital after finally convincing Gail she needs to rest at home. This month alone has felt as if I ages twenty years. Too much shit is going on in every direction. I may look as if I am calm and controlled all the time, but I am far from it. Having the responsibility in making sure every runs the same as they both are in the hospital can be a lot to handle. Gail has been a life saver and controlling everything when it comes to the home. I know she is trying to occupy her mind with anything, except for every disaster that has been towards Christian and Ana. How can two people have the worse luck at times? It's a miracle on Christian's fast recovery.
We all have been so worried, especially on Ana's reaction if things turned out for the worse. I still recall Christian's discussion with me about watching over Ana like a hawk if things were to turn out bad. He showed me a new contract that his lawyer drew up for him. He wanted to make sure that Ana was always watched over and he had made sure Gail and I would be financially set for life if we remained with Ana. I informed him the contract was not necessary because Ana was like family to us and we would always watch over her. I kept insisting I didn't want or need that contract. Christian eventually got his way when he suddenly broke down as he thought of leaving Ana alone. Christian wept for close to an hour as I only held him near me. Watching him have a break down just from knowing that his time with his wife may come to an end soon was too much for him. The way Ana has changed Christian is unbelievable. He pulled himself together quickly knowing Ana would be home soon and he didn't want her to see him in this moment of weakness.
The day I had to hold Christian down from his break down was excruciating watching. Everything was just too much for him now. I didn't know how to handle Dr. Grey's break down as well. I had to witness so many since everything starting with Christian's episode that I didn't know how much I could hold on to my own. Christian and Ana needed me more than anything right now; I refused to let them down. The day Dr. Flynn came up to me one night after everyone left was a shock at first. I was determined I didn't need a shrink to help me out, but it turned out I did. It was the strangest and most relaxing conversation I have ever had in my life. I now see why Christian and Ana turn to him for everything. I think I want to continue a weekly visit when everything calms down and we go back to our everyday life. The thought of that sentence in my head saddens me, not knowing when or if we will ever get to that point again.
The next day when Christian woke up from being sedated has been like living a life on a roller coaster blind folded. Dr. Grey informed Christian on Ana's condition after the surgery and he ended up crying for hours, but never had a fit of rage. I followed as Dr. Grey wheeled Christian to her room for the first time and the look on his face was heart breaking. He held her hand never letting go. He would repeat his love for her and for her to please wake up. With Christian throwing an excessive amount of money as a donation that day, Ana now had a roommate. You can see the pain on Christian's face having to see her in this condition, but it killed him more, not being by her side every second.
He has sent for the best doctors throughout the world, but unfortunately they all say the same thing. Watching Ana needing help on breathing, makes it the worse sometimes. Her legs are healing slowing, but surly with no nerve damage. Baby Grey is staying strong throughout the ordeal. He is just as stubborn and determined as his parents. The thought of having a personality between the both of them scares the hell out of me. They will sure have their hands full. It's sweet watching him talk to the both of them every day. He rubs her stomach every day, encourage the both of them to stay strong for each other.
I am happy that Luke is doing so much better. He was out for a week and just woke up calling out for her. It's hard watching him hide his feelings for her. I don't know how he does it. He was so broken when I told him about Ana. I had to keep reminding him that he wasn't at fault. He was too scared on seeing her, but he felt that he needed to. I think he was more scared on trying to hide his feelings from Christian. I wheeled him to his room and we found her alone as Christian was getting more head scans. I left them alone and stayed by the door keeping an eye out for Christian and on them making sure he didn't have a break down as well. He held her hand and kept repeating sorry and for her to wake up. He thanked her for saving him, but he wished she would have saved herself instead. That got me confused, and I would ask him what he meant by that later on. Not knowing when Christian would be back, he kissed her hand lightly and whispered that he loved her so much and put himself together. Just two minutes later I see them wheeling Christian towards the room. He looks so broken but excited that he was getting back to Ana again. He only nods at me as a hello and is shocked when he sees Luke sitting on his wheel chair not too close to her bed. He is actually happy seeing that Luke is doing better and tells him he better not be blaming himself. I take Luke back after a few minutes not saying a word.
Two weeks has now passed since that dreadful accident. I am now walking towards their room again. I walk in as Christian is doing is daily routine on rubbing her now showing stomach. He is so lost in his thoughts; he doesn't even realize that I am at the door. The love he has for her is unique. I see Grace heading towards their room, looking exhausted and worried. She tells me hi and enters the room. She hugs her son as he talks to his wife and just stands there supporting him with that small, but yet, needed gesture. She gives him the great news that his entire tests are positive and he is doing remarkable. He only nods, not able to see the positive side with his wife in a coma now. He looks scared when she tells him he is being released tomorrow. Dr. Grey is expecting this reaction and starts talking about his options. Christian and I talked about these three days after Ana's accident. Christian started explaining on how he set up a medical area for Ana. Having everything needed in case of an emergency. A doctor, brain specialist on call, and two nurses already lined up. With any test needed the doctor would bring to Ana.
Grace only sat there in silence, listening on everything Christian was informing her that he had prepared. You could tell she wanted to object, but she knew that Christian's only concern is Ana's well-being and he would have everything needed on hand in case of emergency. She wasn't aware that he had also planned on working from home for now on and all meetings would be through video. He had spoken to Ross and she agreed to handle majority of the work load and come once a week to give him a run down on everything. Hanna was taking care of everything for her. We had everything moving along smoothly, except for Ana remaining in a coma still.
(CPOV)
We have been home for four month now. I still can't believe that it has been almost 5 months since Ana was in that accident. Watching her in the same position every day is killing me. She is now almost 7 months pregnant and she looks gorgeous pregnant. I just found out we are having twins. It's seems as if Ana is using all her strength healing her body in order to protect our children. Going through all this without Ana just seems so wrong. Why should I be the only one to watch her grow and prepare for their arrival? I spend majority of my time holding her hand and rubbing her stomach. I starting working in here as well, leaving her with a nurse so I can get some work done, felt so wrong. I didn't want to miss that moment she would wake up. I bathe her every morning and night, refusing anyone else to do it. I am her husband and it is my responsibility to do as much as possible. Having to eat only next to her is heart breaking. I talk to her constantly hoping she would yell out for me to shut the hell up already. Keeping in control as I bathe her, is the hardest. Seeing her with luscious breast and her swollen belly makes me hard just thinking about it. I need to think of something else before I lose control. My parents stop by every day. I can tell that they are very concerned about me. I think they are afraid of me finally falling apart.
I notice everyone is starting to ask about my decision concerning Ana's ventilator. They are wondering if she will still remain on it once the twins are born. I keep thinking what kind of fucking question is that? Do they think I am only keeping it on for the delivery to come and I move on like she never existed? I can't even think of answering such a stupid ass question anymore. I know she can be without it, but the times they removed it, she would stop breathing for a few seconds than continue, as if, she forgot to breathe or something. I feel more comfortable knowing she is always watched over. What is so wrong with that? Ana is my wife...she is everything to me ... not some woman carrying my children only. Sometimes I wonder ... am I the unstable one here? I notice everyone watching me as if I have lost it at times. Watching me care for my wife since she is unable to do on her own, sit with her while I eat, letting her know that I am standing by her side through sickness and in health, having the best medical treatment possible on hand, and adjusting my life and schedule around hers; do these actions make me look crazy or a husband who loves his wife unconditionally? Do they not realize the love we have for one another? Maybe everyone just thinks I am that heartless of a monster? I am doing every possible and will continue until she wakes up from this coma. Right now Ana needs all the help, especially carry twins.
I am now holding Ana's hand as she is on her follow up with Dr. Greene. We now have a great amount of respect for each other. I asked for her honest opinion from the beginning, if this was possible and safe for the both of them? She told me it could be risky but with making sure Ana received all the nutrients her body required, they should be fine with a scheduled delivery. Her body has been responding well without any complications. I have decided to have Kate, since they are practically sisters in the delivery room since her mom wasn't able to come on the delivery date. Ray was too uncomfortable and scared to be in the room. Kate has personally thanked me for taking care of her the way I have. She told me one time, that this is exactly what Ana would have wanted. Speaking of the devil, Kate rushes in not wanting to miss out on her appointment.
"Sorry I'm late ... stupid meeting ran late and I decided to fake an upset stomach and pretended that I was about to throw up. Worked like a charm!" Kate smiles as she is trying to catch her breath from running.
"That was very sweet and responsible of you." I smirk back.
"So how is Ms. Steele coming along? Any head popping out yet trying to take a peek?" Kate replies trying to annoy me.
"Mrs. Grey doesn't have any peeping toms and she is doing great." I smirk back as I roll my eyes as well.
We can go at it all day at times, and I know she is trying to cheer me up and honestly it does work. Who would of that we would have built this strong friendship? Ana would be thrilled with our process. I always pretend to go do something that needs my immediate attention after she arrives, giving her the alone time with her best friend/sister. I don't go very far, it hurts too much having that separation from Ana. I can hear muffled words in the room. She is having her daily conversations with her on everything going on, including the juicy gossip. The tears always come afterwards as I hear her begging her to wake up and return to us. I once heard Kate tell Ana that not only did she marry the perfect man ... She married her soul mate. We are now sitting down having dinner, since Lelliot is running late. We are discussing names and I tell Kate I want to name our daughter after her mother. Kate tells me Ana hates her name, as she would never forgive me if I did that. Kate told me not to even consider her mom's or dad's name ... she felt the same way. I start reading off my list to her.
Option for Baby Grey:
Girl names:
Jalynn Faith Grey
Jalynn Hope Grey
Jasmine Tiffany Grey
Nevaeh Faith Grey (heaven spelled backwards)
Nevaeh Hope Grey.
Jalynn Danielle Grey
Danielle Faith Grey
Boy names:
Collin Theodore Grey
Tyler Collin Grey
Christopher Theodore Grey
Jonathan Tyler Grey
Aston Tyler Grey
Lelliot finally showed up looking exhausted from work. I appreciated my brother coming over and never paying attention on the exhaustion that was over-powering him. He would hold Ana's hand whispering to her and wipe his tears before he started eating. They end up leaving after Elliot started dozing off. I can now spend some time with her alone. As I sponge bathe her, I talk to her about what Dr. Greene has said. I tell her how proud I am of her and how much I love her. I suddenly start weeping begging her to wake up, just to give me a sign on what she wants me to do. I lie next to her and just hold her after I dress her in her silk nightgown. I end up crying myself to sleep. I feel as if I am being watched. I suddenly open my eyes and I see Ana just watching me as she rubs my arm.
"Ohmygod baby you're awake." I yell holding her closer but not hurting her in the process.
I finally press the emergency button for the nurse to come to her room and she is running inside in less than thirty seconds. She is stunned as she watches Ana eyes open. I remove myself from her bed but never let go of her hand as the nurse starts to prepare to remove the ventilator from her mouth. She starts coughing and the nurse said she can sip through the straw slowly. The nurse leaves to inform the doctor of her waking up. I can't stop smiling and crying as I just watch her. I ask her if she remembers anything about her accident and she does. She suddenly looks frighten and I start panicking on what may be hurting her.
"Luke... is he okay? Did I get him out in time, I tried Christian ... I tried so hard before the flames got worse." Ana starts explaining as she starts sobbing.
I am now confused on what she is talking about. Why does she think she saved him? It's not making any sense, but we can talk about later.
"Baby, Luke is doing great. He is now working again with no permanent damage." I tell her as I hold her face with my hands so she can see my honesty. She looks relieved as I explain that he is healthy once again.
I can only smile as I notice the love of my life is still worried about everyone else except her own safety. She will be the death of me one day for thinking that way, but then again, that is one of many reasons I love her so much. I explain everything on what has occurred when she starts looking at the unfamiliar room. She is taking everything pretty calmly, which is surprising me honestly. When I informed her on how much time has passed Ana starts looking shocked, but keeps calm. I know she is controlling her emotions for my benefit only. She is more worried about me than herself. She starts adjusting her position when she notices a large bump making it hard to move with ease.
I start to panic not knowing how her reaction will be. She places her hand on her stomach and rubs it as if to make sure it's real. I give her the time to process everything and I see her lifting her head up slowly with tears and a big smile. I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. We hug each other only, not saying a word.
I start telling her how far along she is and she is speechless to say the least. When I tell her we are having twins, she really looks shocked for a few seconds, but has happy tears again. I explain on how Dr. Greene comes and gives her checkups at home and how Kate is involved every steps of the way. I start asking her if I am making the right choices. I start crying and telling her how everyone thought I was losing it by helping her breath along with everything else. She had lifted my face and told me that I did perfectly and I was only giving my body the support it needed with the twins. She understood everything I was doing and appreciated all the assistance I was giving her. She than ask me how was I going to handle everything after the delivery? I don't give an answer right away and tell her nothing would change. I see anger and understanding in her eyes and remain quiet as she starts talking.
"Christian, I understand my body needs the assistance especially in this situation. But after they are delivered and I didn't wake up yet, you would have let my body decide on what it wants on its own. You can't force someone to live this life. Would you want to live like this and have I do what you're doing now? I would in a heartbeat, but would you want that for yourself? I know you were scared that I would stop for several seconds, but just let my body and mind decide its faith. That's all I ask of you."
I understand her point and I promise her that I will do that for the next time. We only laugh and hold each other again. I want to call the family, but Ana tells me that she is still so exhausted and wants to sleep with me by her side. I agree immediately and I just watch her as she sleeps.
"Has anyone ever told you that it's creepy being watched as you sleep?"
"I might have heard that a couple of times." I reply and with a light kiss to her head.
The kiss automatically makes me harden wanting her even more. I try ignoring the sensation between my thighs, knowing I need to be patient. I adjust myself by moving my hips discreetly, but I only see her smile as she still has her eyes closed.
"Is there something amusing you Mrs. Grey?"
"Mr. Grey, only you amuse me."
I hold her closer enjoying our first night together alone. I let my exhaustion win and fall asleep with Ana in my arms.
I feel someone tapping my shoulders trying to wake me up. They try again and I start getting frustrated on being interrupted as I sleep with my wife.
"Christian you need to get up, the nurse needs to her daily routine."
I suddenly open my eyes and see my mom in front of me. I only smile at her I hug Ana more and then I realize my mom hasn't seen Ana awake yet. I look at Ana and I instantly stop moving watching Ana. I carefully get off the bed without harming her when I notice she has the ventilator in her mouth again. I am now furious. Why would they do that?
"Mom, why is that back inside her throat?"
"Why would it not be in there? You're confusing me son, what is wrong?" Grace pleads with concern.
"Her...she took it out last night after Ana woke up!" I yell as I point to the nurse with hatred.
My mother turns back to the nurse and whispers on wanting an explanation. The nurse is talking quickly with fear and keeps nodding her head.
"Christian ... I am sorry to say you're wrong, Ana never woke up. The other nurse was here last night. Ana is still in a coma." My mom whispers with concern and fear.
This can't be happening ... I wasn't dreaming! I know I wasn't dreaming. I feel myself falling apart and I refuse to do this in front of Ana.
"Mom, can you please watch over Ana? I need some space right now."
"Go on darling, take all the time you need."
I run out of her room passing Taylor and Luke as I head down stairs. I keep thinking this can't be happening. I go towards the punching bag and release all my anger. I hit the bag over and over until I notice the blood on my knuckles. I scream Ana's name out loud that my throat hurts. I fall hard on my knees sobbing while pulling on my hair. All the anger from this being a dream only and her being in a coma is too much to deal with. I stay in this position rocking back and forth, not even knowing how much time has passed. I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder and slowly look up with tears running down my face.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Luke asks with hurt written on his face.
I can only nod in agreement that he can stay and Luke sits on his knees in front of me. We don't say a word to each other for a long period of time.
"Luke ... how did you get out of the vehicle?" I whisper all of a sudden. I look up and see confusion and fear maybe.
"It may not make sense to you or anyone else I'm afraid." Luke responds in a confused whisper.
I ask him to please explain and not to worry on how it sounds. He explains from the moment he woke up until realizing he was on the stretcher. I only can sit there in shock, as I hear the same story I heard from Ana. He sees the shock and confusion in my face. I explain my experience and now he is in shock. Either of us doesn't know what to say. I finally tell someone of her slight scar on her hand as if she sliced her hands years ago before the accident, but knowing everything about Ana she never had that scar before.
"Maybe this was her only way of communicating with you. Even though it's painful for you to experience all this and finding out it was only a dream, maybe you should see it as a gift and listen to her words."
"I think your right Luke, thanks for everything. By the way, she was really relieved you were fine now." I whisper seeing grief and happiness in his eyes. If I didn't know about him being gay, I would start being worried that he was secretly in love with Ana.
Luke stands up ignoring the pain from his fractured ankle and informs me that Taylor is making sure that no one takes away my responsibility of giving Ana her morning bath. I nod with a smile and he walks out with a slight limp and I see him trying to hide the pain in his eyes from the pain from his ankle I think.
NOTE TO READERS: I AM LOOKING FOR SUGGESTIONS ON TWIN NAMES. IF YOU WOULD NOT MIND GIVING ME YOU'RE CHOICE FROM MY LIST OR MAYBE A BETTER NAME YOU MAY THINK OF.