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I wake with a jolt as pain spreads through me. An agonising pain starting in my lower back and reverberating up and down my spine, and down the backs of my legs. The pain is sharp and sudden, waking me from a deep sleep - a deep sleep dreaming of a field, the sun blazing down on my skin and the sweet cries of an infant in the distance.

"Good morning beautiful."

I attempt to stretch out but find it too painful to extend my arms and legs fully. I wince from the pain, closing my eyes as I try to control it. His warm lips find mine; his tongue tracing my lips and parting them to slip into my mouth.

"Morning." I mumble as he pulls away. I open my eyes to check that I'm not dreaming. "You're here."

"Ana, I told you I would be. I know you have reason to, but I don't like it that you doubt me." He huffs with annoyance.

"I'm sorry, it's just... You stayed with me?"

"The whole time -" Christian leans forward and kisses my forehead. "But I am glad you're awake now, I really need a piss."

I giggle as he bounds out of the bed, leaping over to the bathroom. He leaves the door open, though I refuse to look in his direction - I draw the line at either of us watching each other use the bathroom! We all need some privacy, even after everything he has done to my body and what he is going to see when Blip makes his arrival, watching me pee is still a hard limit.

"Christian, you do know that you can get up and use the bathroom? I can live with you leaving me for a few minutes to relieve yourself."

"You said you wanted me with you, I wasn't moving for anybody or anything." He shouts to me, flushing the toilet.

I try to sit up, pushing my hands down into the mattress to lift myself, groaning as I push upwards.

"Ana!" I turn to face him, standing in the doorway with his hands stretched out and his face distorted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Erm, moving?"

"You're not supposed to do anything but rest!"

"Actually, Dr Phillips just said I should take it easy. She said nothing about lying around in bed all day twiddling my thumbs." I roll my eyes at him as he storms over to my side, gently grasping me from under my arms to lift me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Listen to me, you are not to do anything today. If you need something, tell me." He lowers his face to mine, showing me that he's being serious. "I mean it."

"Okay. Well, right now I'd really like a bath. The water might ease everything."

"One step ahead of you, I was just coming out to get you."

Easing down into the water, Christian is delicate with me - lowering me slowly and carefully, trying not to touch my back. I caught a glimpse of it in the mirror whilst he was helping to undress me; the redness has disappeared but bruising has replaced it. A dark purple horizontal bruise across the small of my spine, scratches and carpet burn surrounding it. I immediately diverted my attention back to Christian, but his face brings tears to my eyes. He can't look at it; he can't bear to see any marks on my body. My mind flickers back to the handcuffs on our honeymoon, the hickeys he covered me in - although I know I was bothered by this more than he was - and the way I was left after the Hyde incident. Why does he hate to see this? Is it the pain of it? Is it seeing me in pain that does it? Or do they hold some sort of reminder of his past? How that bastard would put out his cigarettes on him? My subconscious rolls her eyes at me, You really are slow aren't you? How did I not figure this out before?!

"Can you wash my back for me?"

"Ana, I don't want to hurt you." His voice quiet and somber.

"You won't. I know you won't." I reassure him, lifting his hand from my thigh and bringing it to my lips, planting small kisses on each of his fingers.

"You'll tell me if it's too much?"

I nod my head and reach forward in the tub, pulling away from his chest. The warm water is soothing on my aching muscles and skin, lapping against me as I move.

Christian runs his fingers along my shoulders, rubbing the body wash to my skin. I moan, his touch setting me alive and washing away all the shit from yesterday. His fingers slowly trail their way down my back, past my ribs and gradually reaching the bruising. Both of us tense as he lightly skims it, both of us concerned of what his touch might do.

I try to relax under his touch, to reassure him and make this process easier. I don't want him scared of touching me when I'm like this. It's not the first time he's seen you battered and bruised!

Christian brings a sponge to my skin to help wash off the body wash, another way of not having to touch me.

"Okay, I think you're all done now." He snaps quickly, placing the body wash and sponge back on the shelves around the bath.

I still until he wraps himself around me, cradling me in his arms and his head nuzzling into my neck.

"You're so beautiful." Christian whispers into my ear, kissing me in between each word. His delicate, loving words and actions bring me back to him. "Do you want to stay in here a while?"

"No, we'll end up like prunes if we stay in here any longer, and Blip is swirling." I giggle, the butterflies jumping around inside me.

He lowers his hand to my stomach, cupping my moderate bump.

"Still can't feel anything."

"You will do eventually. Some women don't experience any significant movements til they reach the halfway mark." I rest my hand over his; resting over our Blip.

"I just hope I'm there to feel him for the first time."

"You will be. I know you will."

"I don't care whatever it is I'm doing, or if it's 4 o'clock in the morning, I'll be there. For both of you."

"Ana, Jason told me what happened last night, are you okay?" Gail turns on her heel, moving away from the stove, to watch as Christian settles me into one of the stool in our new kitchen. I'm eager to see the rest of the house, for obvious reasons I didn't get a full tour yesterday.

"I'm fine, just a little sore."

"Is everything okay with the baby?"

"Yeah, the baby's fine. The doctor said it was probably the fall that caused the... you know. I need to make an appointment to see Dr Greene sometime soon." I reply to her. Her face softens when she hears this; I can tell that she must have worried over this. Everyone was pretty worried.

"I'll call her in a bit. See if she can come over today." Christian plants himself on the stool beside me, one arm strewn over the back of mine, his fingers tickling my upper back.

"Christian it's not necessary for her to come over today, we can see her tomorrow."

"Ana, you need to be checked over."

"I know, but as you reminded me, I need rest. Either way we'll have to go to her office to get checked over, you can't expect her to bring all the equipment here!" I exclaim. All I want to do today is rest and get over this nightmare.

"I'll have a hospital wing built into this house if I have to!"

"I know you would, but please, make the appointment for tomorrow."

Nothing else is said on the matter as Gail sets down some lunch in front of us - grilled Chicken and tomato subs. Gail leaves us to enjoy our lunch, heading off down the hall into the family room. Christian's phone starts buzzing loudly on the counter. I turn to face him and roll my eyes, he simply shrugs and lifts it to his ear, cursing under his breath. Not even a break on a Sunday!

"Grey. Yes... No it'll need to be done now. I want it in place as soon as possible... An hour? Yes." He shuts down his phone, dropping it on to the counter.

"Important?" I mumble, shifting on my stool to angle my body towards him.

"Lawyer. He's coming over soon to draw up the papers."

"What papers?"

"Restraining order."

Oh. Elena.

"It'll be a couple of days before it's in place, her lawyers will need to receive the papers first. It'll be in effect when she has it in her hands."

"Okay."

"In the meantime, we've got visitors." Christian grins at me, excitement spreading through him.

"Visitors?"

"Come."

I raise my eyebrow at him as he jumps from his stool, quickly turning to me and easing me down on to my feet. He takes me by the hand, slipping his fingers in between mine as we walk slowly through the hallway. He stops as we reach the family room, the door closed in front of us.

"Christian -"

"Shh." He whispers, stooping down and kissing my forehead.

He leans forward and opens the door, pushing it open and standing back at my side.

"Ana?" Her voice rings through my ears like a sweet melody.

"Mom?"

"Oh Ana!" She leaps forward, taking me into her hold.

"Mom." I squeeze her tight against me, the first of many tears falling down my face.

"Ana, baby, don't cry."

"I'm just so happy to see you!"

I lift my eyes and see Bob slumped into the armchair by the window. He smiles across to me, lifting his hand greeting me, but he leaves us to embrace.

"Now stop with the tears baby girl." Mom pulls her face away from me, wiping away my tears with the sleeve of her blue cardigan. Her brown hair pulled out of her face into a scrunchie.

"How? Why?"

"Well, we were meant to come over for thanksgiving baby, but Christian called us last night and sent his jet to come get us." Her eyes flicker over to Christian, smiling to him. I didn't realise that he hand was resting on my shoulder until I turned to face him, mouthing a thank you.

"You're welcome." His lips moving freely and elegantly wrapping around his words, the grin still plastered across his face.

"Now, Anastasia. When exactly were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you? Mom it only happened last night! And I'm fine, honestly." I try to reassure her but she raises her eyebrow to me.

"I meant the baby."

"Mom, please say something."

Christian and Bob left us alone in the family room, the tension clearly too much for them both. Christian offered to show Bob the docks at the rear of the property; he leapt at the chance - anything to get away from the silence.

"Ana, I'm just shocked. You've been married five minutes!"

"I know, this wasn't on the cards at all. It just happened." I clasp her hands in mine, rubbing my fingers over hers, both of our wedding rings clashing with one another.

"I think I know how it works, Ana."

"I meant that, fate intervened. My shot ran out early."

"So, when you were in hospital, after... it happened. You were pregnant?" I stare into her eyes as she slowly comes back to me, after spending the past hour in her own little world mumbling randoms words under her breath.

"Yes. About 5 weeks."

"And you didn't tell me?" A lone tear falls from her eye; she quickly tries to wipe it away with her sleeve but I still notice.

"Mom, it wasn't like that. I didn't want anyone to know, not until we had the all-clear at our first scan. We were meant to come out to Georgia to see you, so I could tell you. But things here got a bit hectic. I'm sorry."

"Ana, don't be sorry. It's just a lot to take in. I'm gonna be a Grandma?"

"You sure are." I grin at her.

"So when will I get to meet this little one?" Mom reaches over and caresses my bump.

"May. The doctor said our due date is around the 20th."

"Ha. If this one is anything like you, baby girl, they'll keep you waiting." She laughs as her fingers run over my stomach. Finally, she's accepting the news and embracing it - genuine happiness across her face. "You were ten days late!"

"God I hope not, maybe he'll be like Christian - perfectly on time for things?"

We laugh and curl up on the couch, Mom telling me stories from her pregnancy - things I had never heard of. I mean, I had heard the stories of her traumatic and long labour, but never about her experience carrying me. I make the most of this time we have together, finding out that Mom and Bob aren't going to be able to stay until thanksgiving as planned, needing to leave tomorrow evening.

Bob joins us, checking that everything is fine and we're not blubbering wrecks heaped on the floor. Christian also enters, joining me on the couch for a moment, until Taylor makes an appearance, telling him that the lawyer has showed up. He excuses himself, kissing me as he leaves to meet the lawyer in his study. I can't help but smile as he saunters out of the room, his jeans hanging perfectly from his hips.

Mrs Jones joins us soon after, telling us that dinner will be ready soon. I jump at the idea, food being my best friend lately. I feel better hearing from Mom that she couldn't stop eating when she was pregnant with me, her favourite food of choice being Peanut Butter and Jelly on Graham crackers.

As we leave the family room heading back into the kitchen I grab my BlackBerry from my purse to email Christian.

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Dinner

Date: 20th November 2011 17:29:01PM

To: Christian Grey

Dinner is ready, I hope you don't mind if we start without you?

Are you almost finished in there?

A

xxx

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Dotting the I's and crossing the T's

Date: 20th November 2011 17:30:49PM

To: Anastasia Grey

Of course, start without me.

I won't be much longer. Just going through the fine print.

I love you

C

x

Christian Grey

CEO stuck in a room with the most boring man I have ever met, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Be nice!

Date: 20th November 2011 17:32:11PM

To: Christian Grey

He's doing his job.

Hurry up and get your ass out here to eat with us.

Love you more.

A

xxx

I giggle pressing send. I slip my BlackBerry into the front pocket of my sweats and head to join Mom in the kitchen. My back is hurting a little, but my movements are a lot easier and less painful than before. A slight improvement.

Stepping into the kitchen I feel the buzzing of my phone against my thigh. Damn he can type fast! I smile lifting it from my pocket.

"Ana, do you need a hand getting into the chair?" Bob asks.

"If you don't mind."

He stands and helps me settle into my stool, allowing me to support myself against him and the counter.

"Thank you."

"No problem." He mumbles, heading back to his place next to Mom.

Adjusting myself in my chair I open up my emails, grabbing my fork with my free hand and lifting a bite of Mrs Jones's Spaghetti to my mouth.

From: Elena Lincoln

Subject: Yesterday

Date: 20th November 2011 17:35:56PM

To: Anastasia Grey

Anastasia,

I hope you are well?

I intrust that you received my gift yesterday? I heard your news and thought it best to offer a congratulatory gift to you both. A new home and a child on the way. Haven't you both been busy?

I hope that my contact with you has not caused any issues between yourself and Christian? I heard your news and wanted to express my congratulations for you both, nothing more. Although, I would appreciate it if you were able to meet with me for lunch next week? I would love to talk to you in person. It seems we have a lot to discuss.

Send my love to Christian.

Yours,

Elena Lincoln