A/N: Hey guys! I usually don't write long author's notes, but I feel like it's warranted right now. I understand many of you on my last chapter were upset because Ana told Kate she wouldn't support her if she got an abortion. And while I don't want to get into the abortion debate, I do want to clear some things up.

Ana isn't saying that Kate can't get an abortion. The Ana I've written doesn't think abortion is right, but that doesn't mean she is trying to prevent Kate from getting an abortion. What Ana is trying to do is to get Kate to think about it. She doesn't want Kate to make a decision she would regret. Also, Ana is trying to get Kate to think of other options like adoption. Additionally, in my story, Ana is very close to Grace, who couldn't have children of her own. So, I think Ana would be much more inclined to tell Kate to think about adoption out of sympathy for her mother-in-law.

I also wrote about adoption because it's something personal to me. My older sister can't have kids, and she and her husband have been on the waiting list for almost a year to adopt a baby. It's been really hard for them, so while I acknowledge how hard it is to be pregnant, I do wish more people would choose adoption over abortion.

Thank you for all your reviews, but I just wanted to clarify Ana's position. So to sum it all up, Ana is personally against abortion but is in no way trying to stop Kate from getting one if that's what she ultimately decides. Ana is just trying to give Kate alternatives and wants to give her more time so she doesn't make a rash decision.

With all that said, there is something else I wanted to let you guys know. I was thinking about doing some outtakes for this story. I was re-reading some of the earlier chapters, and some ideas came to mind. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading!

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 22 - Growing Up and Moving On

Christian's POV

"Mr. Grey, your brother's rights are very limited in this situation. Since they're not married, he doesn't have any legal rights to this baby. Miss Kavanagh can get an abortion without notifying him. And if she chooses to have the child, Elliot isn't guaranteed to be a part of their life. Another thing though, Mr. Grey. Are we certain of the baby's paternity?"

Fuck! Of course! Why didn't I think of that? I wouldn't put it past Kate to lie about being pregnant with my brother's child to weasel her way back into Ana's life.

"We're not one hundred percent certain. I'll have an investigator look into it. I don't want to upset Miss Kavanagh with a DNA test. My wife won't be happy with me. Thanks for looking into this for me though, Mr. Shapiro."

"No problem, Mr. Grey."

Before I have to go pick up Elliot from the airport, I have to call Welch to dig into this. I want to know if Kate is telling the truth.

"Yes, Mr. Grey?" he answers.

"Welch, I need you to do some digging into Kate Kavanagh for me."

"Am I looking for something specific, sir?"

"Yes, I want to know if she ever made contact with my brother. Go to Brown, see if any of the other students saw them together. It would've been at a frat party."

"Do you have a date?"

"Whenever the Brown/Yale football game was. And I need this information as soon as possible."

"I'll be right on it, Mr. Grey."

"Good. Update Taylor regularly."

"Yes, sir."

If Kate is lying about this whole pregnancy thing… I don't care what Ana says. I'm going to ruin that bitch's life for good.

"Hey, man," Elliot greets me, walking down the steps of the jet. "Why'd you make me come here? I mean, thanks for sending me the jet, but what's up?"

"It's complicated."

He scoffs, "Are you going to tell me?"

"Not right now, Elliot. Later."

"Jeez, I didn't realize you were so secretive… Well, on second thought, I guess you are. How's the wife?"

"She's good. I don't know if mom told you, but we're moving back to Seattle."

"Shit, bro! She's dropping out of Harvard too?"

"She's going to try to finish college through online classes. She's actually starting a fashion line. GEH is investing."

"You're sure you want to mix business with pleasure?"

"I'm hoping GEH will be a family business," I state, "Hopefully, one of my kids will want to take it over one day."

"Dude, is Ana pregnant?" he gasps.

Oh, if only he knew.

Ana's POV

"Perfect," I smile at Kate, "You look beautiful."

After doing Kate's makeup and picking an outfit for her, I think she's presentable enough to face Elliot. She's wearing a pair of Rag & Bone jeans, a white Loro Piana sweater, and Golden Goose sneakers.

"Ana, thank you so much for helping me after you know… I sent that tip in to the Seattle Nooz about you and Christian."

"Don't worry about that right now, okay?" I say, gently placing my hand over her stomach, "I just want you and your baby to be healthy and happy. Whatever decision you make. I might not support it, but I'll always support you."

Christian's POV

"Where are we going?" Elliot asks me as we walk to the car.

"Back to the office," I tell him.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"I have a meeting. It'll take half an hour at most. You can wait in my office. We'll go to lunch after."

"Who's this?" Elliot asks as Taylor opens the car door for us.

"This is Taylor. Taylor, you know Elliot."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Grey," Taylor says to Elliot.

"You too, Taylor," Elliot smiles.

"Your driver?" Elliot whispers to me.

"No, security."

"Jeez, already that important Chrissy?" he laughs.

Taking Elliot to GEH was a huge mistake. He's currently hitting on all my female employees including Andrea! For goodness sake, she's the best assistant I've had. I don't want Elliot scaring her off.

"Elliot," I chastise him, "Stay away from my employees."

How is he going to step up and be a good father if he keeps on behaving this way?

"Jeez, bro. I'm just being friendly. Get that stick out of your ass."

I can only roll my eyes at his crude language before my cell rings. It's Welch. Hopefully, he has the information I need.

"What do you have for me, Welch?" I answer the phone.

"It looks like the story checks out. I talked to several people who know Miss Kavanagh. They said they saw her with a Yale student who fits all the physical features of your brother."

Fucking hell, could Kate be telling the truth? I mean, it could've been another blonde guy.

"Is that all you've found?"

"No, Mr. Grey. I also hacked into the GPS system on both of their phones. The two phones pinged the same location from 2 am to 9 am the following day."

And fuck! Kate's telling the truth.

"Thanks, Welch. Good work."

"Of course, Mr. Grey."

Ana's POV

Christian: You and Kate can come to the restaurant right now. Elliot and I are already there.

Ana: Ok, see you soon. Xx

"Kate, let's go," I encourage her.

"I'm dreading this, Ana," she whines, "I changed my mind. I'm not going."

"You're an adult now. You made an adult decision that ended up in an adult consequence. And now you have to deal with it. Kate, please. Get in the car."

She huffs but listens to me.

"Elliot's going to meet us there," I let her know.

"Does he know I'm going to be there?" she asks.

"Christian's going to tell him. We're going to let you two have some privacy, but I'll still be there if you need me." I put my hand on her shoulder to soothe her. "Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine."

Christian's POV

Elliot and I are seated at the restaurant with Taylor watching us from another table.

"I still can't believe you have security," Elliot comments.

"It's necessary."

"Isn't it kind of weird having a shadow?"

"Not really. Sometimes I don't even notice he's there," I answer.

"Does Ana have a guy on her too?"

"Of course. She actually has two of them as of today."

"Yikes! Protective much?"

"She's a much easier target then I am. I would make it three, but I happen to value my life," I laugh.

"I'd love to see you with a kid," he jokes.

That reminds me…

"Do you remember a Kate Kavanagh?" I ask him.

"Ummm," he pauses, "I think I hooked up with someone named Kate not too long ago. But I was drunk out of my mind. I'm not sure if that's her name. Why?"

"Look, she's one of Ana's friends."

"And?"

I see Ana and Kate in the corner of my eye walking into the restaurant accompanied by Sawyer and Ryan. They walk to our table, and Elliot's eyes bug out when he sees Kate.

"I think you two need to talk," I say, getting out of my seat.

Ana's POV

Christian and I go sit at another table on the opposite side of the restaurant so we can spy on what's going on between Kate and Elliot without them knowing.

Elliot looks like his cat died, and Kate looks like a nervous wreck.

"I wonder what they're saying?" I whisper to Christian.

"I can have Welch or Barney hack into one of their phones so we can listen in."

"That better be a joke," I warn.

"It wasn't."

"Oh for goodness sake, Christian!"

"Fine, fine, fine," he relents.

"Let's just order some food. I'm starving."

Elliot's POV

"Kate?" What the fuck is going on here? Why did Christian drag me all the way down here to talk to some random girl I fucked at a party?

"Hey, Elliot," she says nervously.

I take a seat at the table and she starts to fiddle with the silverware.

"Um, sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but what exactly did Christian drag me here for?"

"I um… I don't know how to say this," Kate mumbles.

God, that girl looks like a mess.

"... I'm pregnant."

Holy fucking hell. How even? Well, I know how. Did I forget the condom? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I think I did. Oh God, this is not happening to me right now. I'm only twenty-one years old. I have my whole life ahead of me.

"If you don't want it, I'm going to get an abortion."

What the hell did she just say? She wants to kill my child?! Abso-fucking-lutely not!

"I want it," I say immediately, not even having to think of the ramifications of my words. I just know I can't let her kill it, and I can't abandon it.

"Elliot, are you sure? Because I know I can't be a mom right now. I can't even take care of myself."

And here comes the fucking waterworks.

"Of course I want this child. It's mine."

"So you're going to take care of a child on your own? You're in college, Elliot. How are you going to manage?"

"I have my parents and Ana and Christian."

"Really think about it, Elliot. This is a baby and a huge responsibility. You can't just pawn it off to other people. And if you really do want to keep it… I don't… I don't know if I want to be a part of their life."

Is this bitch so cold that she doesn't even want to know her own son or daughter?

"I don't care if you're part of their life or not. I'm not going to keep him or her from you. But if you decide later in life that you suddenly want to know your child, we're going to have a problem."

"I never wanted children," she sobs.

"I never thought about it myself. But now that it's a reality, I won't abandon my child. I have to step up. Sex has consequences," I say, taking responsibility.

"And you're really sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"How are you going to take care of this baby Elliot? You'll be in New Haven. Your parents are in Seattle and Ana and Christian are in Boston. That's not exactly close."

"Then I'll transfer to a college in Seattle! Ana and Christian are moving back there anyways!"

"You'd give up Yale for some dumb mistake? I told you, I can take care of it."

"Don't you dare ever say that again. I want this child. Do you know what it felt like growing up? I never knew my biological parents, and although Grace and Carrick were the best parents I could ask for, I always felt rejected by my birth parents."

She sighs her tears turning into anger, "Fine! If you really want this baby that bad, I'll push it out for you. Then, they'll be your problem."

Ana's POV

Ater Christian and I finish our meal, Kate and Elliot are still talking about God knows what. I really hope Elliot wants the baby.

"Should we go interrupt them?" I ask, anxiously. I really need to know what's going on. It looks like the conversation is getting pretty heated.

"Let them be. I'm sure they'll tell us when they're ready."

Christian's POV

"Look, Elliot's getting up," I tell Ana, pointing at him.

"I'm going to check on Kate," she says, scurrying to the other table.

Elliot looks flustered as he takes a seat.

"Bro, what the actual fuck!"

"Elliot, are you…"

"I mean, I can't believe I got that girl pregnant. She's a fucking mess!"

"Are you taking responsibility?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Of course, I'm going to take care of my child."

"Are you sure you're ready for that kind of responsibility?" I ask. I want to make sure Elliot is completely committed. Babies are a lot of work.

"Of course I am! But I'm not sure about her. You know she was talking about an abortion? That's my fucking kid!"

"She can still get one, Elliot."

"Well, she better fucking not! She told me she would have my fucking kid then be on her merry fucking way."

"Elliot, you need to calm down. How are you planning on raising a child in New Haven?"

"I'm not. I'm going to move back to Seattle with you and Ana."

"You're going to give up Yale and football?"

"Yep," he shrugs, "I'll transfer to UW and finish college there."

"Ana and I will help you in any way we can," I say, offering our support.

"I know, bro. And thank you."

"Are you planning on telling mom soon? I'm assuming you're going to move back in with them, right?"

"Fuck, C. I don't know how I'm going to tell them. Do you think they're going to be mad?"

"Mad, no. Disappointed at your lapse in judgment, maybe. But after the initial shock wears off, I think mom will be ecstatic to finally have a grandchild."

"I hope so, C. And I was thinking that maybe I could crash with you and Ana. I really don't want to move back in with our parents."

"Umm, Ell. I'm not so sure about that. Ana and I are thinking of a penthouse, and I don't think…"

"What? Don't want me to crash on your honeymoon phase?" he chuckles, "You freaks." I'm glad he can find some humor in this situation. But that's Elliot for you.

"How about I set you up with a house in Bellevue, close to mom. Or in Seattle, if you want to be closer to Ana and me."

"Shit, bro! You'd really do that for me?"

"Yeah. You and my niece or nephew."

"Thanks, bro."

"I'm not going to bankroll your life forever, though. After you graduate college, I expect you to get a job, Ell."

"Don't worry, C. I can always work for you, right?"

Ana's POV

"Hey, Kate. How'd it go?" I ask cautiously.

She chokes back a sob, "He wants to keep it."

"Are… Are you going to…" I can't even finish the sentence.

"I'm going to let him have it. But I don't want anything to do with it."

"Kate, you don't mean that."

"I would be a terrible mom. I made a dumb mistake, and this pregnancy is a consequence. The least I can do it pop the kid out since Elliot wants it."

"Oh, Kate," I say going over to give her a big hug, "You're coming to Seattle with me and Christian. We'll take care of you, okay?"

Ana's POV

"I can't believe you guys are leaving me so soon," Jerry whines as the movers load the last of our things onto the truck.

"We'll visit," I assure him, "And the wedding's coming up soon, so I'm sure I'll be making many appearances to see your mom and Karen."

"Yeah, and I'll be back in Boston to check on GEH," Christian adds.

Jerry gives us both a big hug before going to school.

"I'm going to miss this house," I sigh.

"Me too," Christian smiles, looking fondly at me, "This is where I proposed to you." He embraces me, placing a kiss on my cheek.

I revel in the memory of his proposal. I feel like our lives are moving so fast right now. Moving back to Seattle, Kate's pregnancy, the wedding. I just want to savor every second I can with Christian.

"We'll make new memories," I state confidently, as we close the door to our house in Boston for the last time.

"Did Elliot tell your parents he was coming back to Seattle?" I ask Christian. We're currently lounging on our private jet with a bottle of champagne.

"Not yet," he replies, "I think he's going to surprise them."

"Kate just finished packing up her stuff in Providence. You sure you're okay with her moving in with us for the time being?"

"I don't exactly like it, but she's going to be family now, I guess."

"I'm hoping Kate changes her mind about wanting to be in the baby's life."

"I sure as hell hope she doesn't," he comments, putting his feet up and taking another sip of his champagne.

"Why not?" I raise my eyebrow.

"She's irresponsible and immature."

"So is Elliot."

"I'm still not over how she betrayed us."

"She's really sorry."

He pulls me in his embrace and I pout. "I'm sure she is, but that still doesn't change what she did."

"I know it doesn't," I say, resting my head against his chest.

"You forgive people too easily."

"How can I not? She's been my best friend for what feels like my whole life."

"If she does one more thing…"

"She's not going to," I insist. And I hope I'm right.

"Ready to see the apartment, baby?" Christian grins like a child.

We're in the familiar garage of Escala. Back to our high school days, which wasn't even that long ago.

"We're hiring a decorator this time," I state, "I am not decorating another house all by myself."

"Whatever you want, baby."

He leads me over to a bay of cars and gestures, "These are our parking spaces."

"Which ones?" I ask. There are dozens of cars parked around us.

"All of them," he says matter-of-factly.

I count the cars. All twelve of them. I see the familiar Range Rover, Bentley Bentayga, and my red Ferrari that's barely been driven. On top of that, there are five dark grey Audi Q7's, a brand new white Audi R8, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, and two Lamborghini Aventadors, one in chrome silver and one in matte black.

"Christian…" I approach him.

"One of those Lambos is for you," he whispers.

I immediately run to the chrome silver one. It's already unlocked.

"You did not," I scream like a little girl, "This is so sick."

"Surprise," he smirks.

"I want this one," I say excitedly, "You can have the matte black one."

"I somehow knew you were going to pick this one."

"Oh my God! I have a fancy new car," I squeal, "Where are the keys?"

Christian pulls the keys out of his pocket and hands them to me. "All yours, baby. But please don't drive too fast."

"Okay, dad," I say dramatically. "What are the other cars for?" I ask, "Like why the hell did you buy five of the same car?"

"They're for the security team," he states, "I know you want your privacy, so you can have your own car, but Ryan and Sawyer will be tailing you in one of those at all times."

"Ugh, buzzkill."

"Taylor will be doing the same for me, too."

"Fine," I pout.

Sawyer's voice startles me. I forgot he was even here. I guess I've just gotten so used his constant presence. "Mr. Grey," he says, "Everything's ready upstairs."

"Thanks, Sawyer," Christian says, "Have Taylor come down here. Ana and I are going somewhere."

Sawyer nods and mumbles something incoherent into his phone.

"Where are we going?" I question, "I thought we were going to see the apartment."

"The apartment can wait," he smirks, "I have a surprise for you?"

"Better than my new car?"

"Yes. Now get in the passenger seat. I'm driving."

I furrow my brows, "Hey, hands off. This is my car."

"You're not going to know where to go," he counters.

I sigh, getting out of the driver's seat. "We'll take your new car, then."

Christian's matte black Lamborghini is parked right next to mine, so I get in the passenger seat of that car. He smirks before hopping in the driver's seat and revs the engine like a pro.

After a short ten minute drive, Christian pulls into another underground parking garage.

"Where are we?" I ask eagerly, wondering why he's brought me here.

"This is the new GEH building," he says leading me to the elevators.

"Okay, so how is this a surprise for me?" I giggle.

"We're getting there."

He presses the button for the nineteenth floor, and the elevator starts to make its ascent.

"The whole building is yours?"

"Yep. Well, except for this floor."

When the elevator doors opened, I'm stunned by the sight in front of me.

The space is sleek with crisp white walls and immaculate white marble floors. The elevators open up to the reception area, where there is a long desk with a backlit sign on the wall behind it. It reads 'Anastasia Grey Designs.'

"Christian…" I gasp.

"Do you like it?" he asks, resting his hands on my shoulder.

"I don't know what to say… It's stunning."

"I thought that if you were really going to start your own business, you needed to do it properly. You have my full support. And GEH's financial backing."

I think I might cry. I really have the world's best husband in the world.

"Do you want to see your office now?"

My office does not disappoint. It matches the whole floor's aesthetic, but has a much more personal, cozy feel. There are family photos adorning the bookcase behind my desk, and trimmings to add a bit of color to the space.

"When did you have all the time to do this?"

"You'd be surprised to know how much I get done while you're asleep in between our rounds of sex," he whispers, his hand moving down my back, dangerously close to my ass.

He places a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck, and I gasp for air.

Is it just me, or did it get really hot in here?

"Christian," I moan, as he slowly but deliberately sneaks his hand under my dress and up my thigh.

He pushes me against the desk and frantically unzips my dress. Throwing it somewhere across the room, he immediately sinks to his knees and pulls my panties down so they pool at my feet.

Without warning, his tongue latches onto my clit causing me to scream and beg.

"Oh, God. Christian."

He moans against my clit, sending vibrations throughout my whole body. He then inserts a finger into my wet heat, and I shudder.

"Please," I moan, not even knowing what I'm begging for.

He adds another finger, perfectly hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

"Cum baby," he grunts.

I feel my thighs start to shake, and my mind goes numb as I reach my peak.

Christian quickly flips me over so that my back is resting against the desk.

"You look so pretty all spread out like this for me," he smirks, sending a chill down my spine.

"Fuck me, please, baby," I beg.

He doesn't say a word. He just unzips his pants and thrusts himself fully into me. His hands and lips are everywhere… My neck, my nipples, and my clit. My screams and his moans are filling the room. I sure hope Taylor can't hear us.

The thought of being heard slips my mind when Christian's thrusts become more erratic and animalistic. I bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming even louder.

Fuck, this is so hot. I can't believe Christian is fucking me like a madman in my new office and on my desk, no less.

I feel my insides start to clench, and Christian whispers in my ear, "Cum for me again, baby."

When his fingers reach my clit again, I'm in heaven. He keeps rubbing my clit until I come down from my high. Christ, this man is still rock hard, so I know I'm in for more orgasms.

He abruptly removes his length from me and gets down on his knees once again. I'm already sensitive from my previous orgasm, so when he inserts his index finger into me, I squirm.

With his other hand, Christian firmly presses against my abdomen. "Stay still, baby," he murmurs.

I try my best, but when he inserts two more fingers without warning, my back arches up from the desk, and I let out a gut-wrenching scream.

He roughly fucks me with his fingers, curling them up to hit my g-spot everytime. I can feel the orgasm start to build, but it's different than before. There's a foreign feeling at the pit of my stomach. And when Christian starts to rub my clit in addition to finger-fucking me… Fuck, I think I have to pee.

I immediately try to pry Christian's hands off me.

"Chris… Christian. I… Stop…" But he doesn't listen. He continues his assault.

"Trust me, Ana," he whispers, "Just let it go."

And then I feel it. A stream of wetness releases from my insides.

I look up in horror at Christian, thinking I've just peed on him, but his stupid grin says otherwise. Holy shit, did I just squirt?!

Christian doesn't give me time to ask my question or recover from my intense orgasm as he plunges right back into me.

"You're so sexy, Anastasia," he grunts.

"Chris… Christian, did I j-just squirt?" I manage to mumble.

"Fuck, baby. Yes. It was so hot."

He lifts me up off the desk to wrap his arms around me and attaches his lips to my nipples. My whole body feels like it's on fire. And my pussy feels thoroughly fucked and sore.

"Can you give me one more, baby?" he gasps.

"I'm so sore," I groan.

He reaches down to where our bodies are connected and gently runs circles along my clit.

"Come on. One more, baby."

It feels good. So good. I know this next orgasm is going to take a toll on my body, but as Christian continues to rub my clit, I fall over the edge yet again into pure bliss.

A few moments later, Christian reaches his climax and fills me up with his cum.

I'm utterly spent and exhausted from the multiple orgasms. I can barely think straight. My brain barely registers that Christian is cleaning up his cum off me with his very expensive handkerchief.

When I try to stand up, my heel slips, but Christian catches me. I look down to see what I slipped on, and it's a puddle of my well… you know what it is. I blush in embarrassment and try to avoid Christian's gaze.

"That was so fucking sexy, baby," he whispers, "To know that I can make you feel that way."

I blush even more. "Christian, there's a huge mess on the floor," I exclaim.

"I'll clean it up," he smiles, "But we're so having a repeat of that when we get home."

Oh, how I love my deliciously kinky husband.

Christian wraps me up in a soft cashmere blanket and cuddles with me on the couch to rest for a bit. He's still wearing his suit, looking as professional as ever. His suit is a little wrinkled though, but on the other hand, I look a complete mess. I can only imagine what my makeup looks like right now, and my pristine up-do is definitely ruined.

Despite how I may look, I revel in the feel of Christian's strong arms wrapped around me and this cozy blanket.

"Who decorated this office?" I ask.

"A friend of my mom's," he replies.

"Well, whoever it is… She's hired for our penthouse. I absolutely love the design."

"I'll let her know. Do you want to see the rest of your office? We kind of got distracted there."

"Sure. But get my dress so I don't have to walk around naked."

"I prefer you like this."

"No more sex for you right now, mister," I giggle.

Christian gets up to hand me my dress when I notice a huge tear in the zipper. And I'm completely mortified.

"Christian Trevelyan Grey!" I scream, "Look what you did." I hold up my dress for him to see.

"I'll buy you another one," he brushes off.

"It's vintage Chanel! You can't just buy another one." Jeez, do I sound mentally insane? Maybe a little.

"I'll pay for someone to fix it," he tries to calm me down, "Don't worry."

I sigh knowing Christian will take care of this. It's such a stupid problem really… A torn dress. But now I have nothing to wear.

"What am I supposed to wear, now?"

He laughs. "Here, wear this," he says taking off his suit jacket and handing it to me.

"I am not walking around in that," I say definitely. I do not want people to know what we've been doing in here.

He reaches into his pocket for his cell phone.

"Taylor," he says in a no-nonsense tone, "I need you to pick up a new dress for, Anastasia. Thank you."

He promptly hangs up the call and glances at me. "There. Happy?"

"Extremely," I smile, "But I think in the future, I'm going to need to start taking an extra outfit everywhere I go with you. I never know when you're going to be in the mood to rip clothes off of me."

"I think that's a good idea, baby. But you might want to also keep an extra set of lingerie. You know how much I love to rip your panties off of you."

The air is thick, and the tension in the room is rising. I feel my insides clench in excitement, but I can't let this moment escalate. I need to give my lady parts time to relax unless I want to be walking with a limp all day tomorrow.

"Don't you want to show me the rest of the office?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Sure do. Come on."