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***

NOTE TO

TO: Courtneeeey (Guest)

FROM: MYSELF

I had to respond in this manner due to only signing in as a guest. Just to let you know your guess are wrong. If you don't like how my story is coming along, just remember you can always stop reading it. If you are tired of reading how most stories may be familiar in some way, like I said stop reading them and why not write something different since you assume we all think alike. BTW, if I want to keep making comments about Sawyer being gay- that is my choice. This is only a fictional story, so maybe that is why things may seem "unreal "as you call it! I just had to get that off my chest.
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REVIEW RECEIVED:

Courtneeeey: Oh wow rip another story off with the Sawyer's gay storyline why
don't ya. I find it weird as well how this is one of many stories where Ana
gets hurt and ends up in a never ending coma... Let me guess is, she is going
to wake up with no recollection of who she is or who Christian is? Or is she
she going to wake up and remember up to the point of the Christian's deceit
and leave... So many correlations with other stories here its unreal

Chapter 26

(T POV)

A month has passed since that unforgettable dream. I know my mother was scared that I finally reached my breaking point, but she was relieved that I actually became more certain of myself as I made my decisions. Everyone is now starting to respect my decisions and finally realized I have been thinking everything through with a clear mind. It's funny how Ana can still fix everything again, even if she has been in a coma this whole time. I am not giving up on her; I just realize she just isn't prepared to come back yet. I just hope that I'm right about that and she refuses to give up knowing that we need her.

My mom, Mia, Gail, and Kate have been working like crazy finishing up the twin's room today. They won't allow me to see it until it is completely done and Mia threaten Taylor daily visits if he allowed me in there. The look on Taylor's face was priceless.

Her delivery date is coming up very soon and we all are beyond nervous. I am honestly terrified on raising two babies on my own. I have no clue on what to do; only what I have been reading in books. I was thinking of hiring a nanny, but my mom and Gail made me realize that they are too precious to trust with a complete stranger. Gail would be helping me full time, as well as; Kate, Grace, and Mia. Everyone in the family offered their help. Having everyone's support made me realize even more the importance of family.

I had a follow up today and I had to leave Ana since my doctor was too pressed for time to make a home visit. The thought of leaving her terrified me. Every time I would have to leave for a short time made me anxious. My mom and Mia are staying with her. Mia insisted that Ana needed a pedicure and needed to hear all the latest gossip. I tried giving detailed instructions, but the look on my mother's face stopped me right away. I keep forgetting at times that I got my instructions from her.

I kiss Ana and the babies' goodbye before leaving. I am making sure my phone is fully charged and I have Ana's medical alert with me just in case it goes off. I am going through my list of everything that needs to be done before the delivery as we headed that way. We arrive at the hospital and we are waiting until we are seen. I am finally called in and Dr. Jones checks me over, as well as, all the results. I inform him that the headaches finally stopped a couple of months ago. I haven't had any memory lapse since I had the surgery. He is looking over the test scan repeatedly. I see him thinking to himself and not saying a word, which is driving me crazy. I make a coughing noise to draw his attention my way. He shakes his head slightly and realizes that he forgot I was in front of him.

"Mr. Grey I am sorry for my rudeness. Your results have me baffled honestly. I have done too many to count of these operations and the results don't make sense. No matter how successful the operation may have gone, we can never completely remove everything as we would like. As I look at your results, everything is back to normal as if you never had this condition before. It doesn't make sense medically. The only way I can explain this, would be like as if someone just removed everything permanently and returned you as you were before. This is great news Christian. I still want you to make another following up in six months, unless you start having complications prior to your appointment. Congratulations on your cure, I just wish I could always have these results for all my patients. All I can say you must have one hell of a guardian angel." Dr. Jones replies with a smile and we shake hands before I leave.

As I leave his office I can't remove this smile from my face. I make my follow up appointment and waiting for the receptionist to give me a date and time. She hands me a reminder card with the information for my next appointment. I notice another piece of paper underneath it. I look at it closely and it's her name and number. Is this bitch seriously hitting on me at my following up and as I am wearing a wedding band? I get so disgusted with all the sluts that have no respect for marriage. I look up with anger and disgust. As I am about to say something, Dr. Jones notices my angered expression.

"Mr. Grey, is everything okay?" Dr. Jones asks with concern.

"Dr. Jones, I think you need to have a discussion with some of your employees that think this a pick up bar instead of a doctor's office." I reply with annoyance and as I slam her information down in front of him.

He looks angry as well as he picks up the paper. He apologizes repeatedly and assures me this will never happen again. As I start walking out I hear the doctor asking his nurse to watch the front desk because he needs to speak to his wife in his office. I can only nod and curse internally thinking what the fuck? I see Taylor imitating my response with disgust and starts smirking knowing that only shit like this would happen to me.

"Screw you Jason!" I try sounding serious and upset, but failing horribly.

"Sir ... I'm sorry ... did you say something?" Taylor responds with a smirk and no longer can hold in his laughter and trying to cover it up as if he is coughing. We both end up walking back to the vehicle in laughter.

(POV from different individuals)
Delivery day...

(C POV)
I have been nervous as hell all this week, but knowing the day is today is nerve wrecking. We plan on having Ana transported through air at 6am. It is now 2 am and I am too nervous to sleep. I am holding Ana's hand as I tell her the schedule on what is happening. I weep as I explain my fears to her.

"Baby ... I desperately need you her. I know you're not ready, but please come back to us when you are. I miss you so much. These months without hearing your voice are excruciating. I keep replaying one of your old messages on my phone so the twins and I can always here your voice. I also watch our DVD from our honeymoon every day. It has helped through these dark days without you. I miss your laughter and your smart mouth. Can you even believe I miss you rolling your eyes at me? Who would of thought? Not to worry baby ... I have recorded everything as our children have been growing. Ana, I hope deep down you can hear me talking to you and you plan on coming back. I need you Ana, more than you will ever know. I hope your mind somehow prepares you about our children and you welcome them and me with open arms. I love you Ana and you are nearly there. Stay strong for us and come back baby. Please come back..."

(Kate's POV)

I am looking up at the ceiling thinking of everything at one time. Elliot and I are staying in Christian's and Ana's spare room. I am leaving with Christian early in the morning. The fear in me is unbearable. I have never been so scared in my life. These have been the hardest months with Ana remaining in a coma. Watching her everyday hoping that would be the day she would wake up has been heart breaking. How can life be so different in matters of seconds? How can people be so careless with driving under the influence? I just don't understand it!

The change in Christian is astounding and unbelievable at times. I honestly didn't like Christian until his condition was known. He was just so controlling and I always thought he mistreated Ana behind closed doors. I always felt he was abusive and with her unconditional love she had for him; she would hide it from everyone. He had changed dramatically since he got sick. His behavior towards Ana that he would always keep hidden was now in full view. I watched him without being noticeable and saw a man in love with his wife. The type of love they have for each other, I thought never existed. I have the most respect for him now. The respect for him only grew more when I saw that he changed his way of living, only working around her needs. You can tell he doesn't even miss it. The smallest thing he does for her is breath-taking at times.

I hold on to my husband as he is sleeping and hoping this boy is taking notes on how to spoil a wife the correct way. I smile to myself and kiss him lightly on the chest and I notice he starts getting excited down below. I laugh to myself not understanding how he can always be in the mood even in his sleep? Not that I mind what so ever. I decide to reach down and slide my hands on his firmness between his thighs. Touching him only sends me over the edge. I slide down and start exploring with my mouth. He is moaning and moving his hips as he sleeps. He is mumbling in his sleep making no sense. I start sucking harder and faster as I massage his testicles. He moans louder and he releases in my mouth and I clean him off with my tongue. I slide back up kissing him lightly oh his lips still having the taste of him on my lips. He moans again and whispers as he is sleeping ... "yummy." I try not laughing out loud, and now I start wondering about his crazy whore days. I am better off not knowing so I end up falling asleep smiling as I have my head on his chest.

(Luke's POV)
It is now 3 am. I can't sleep so I am walking around making sure everything is secure. I notice Christian is still awake talking to Ana. Watching Ana these past few months in a coma makes me feel disappointed in myself every second more each time. I don't understand how I can recover from the accident and she couldn't? It isn't right to be able to go on with life with only a few scars, but she gets the scars and the possibility of never waking up.

I remembered the day I was released from the hospital I spoke with Taylor on the way to the apartment and I told him I was quitting as of today. I was only going for my personal things and I will then part ways. When Taylor suddenly swerved to the emergency lane and slam on his brakes was a shock to say the least. I thought he would have seen me leaving after the devastating outcome of the accident.

"Are you fucking kidding me Luke?" Taylor yells in frustration and hits the steering wheel in response.

"I feel like a failure to my job ... to Ana." I whisper without looking at him.

"This wasn't your fault dammit! How many times do I have to tell you that?" Taylor yells in frustration.

"It was still my job to keep her protected and fucking failed! How do you think I feel when I see Ana in a damn coma and not knowing when or if she will ever wake up? We don't even know if she wakes up on her permanent damage that will come about. It's killing me Taylor." I yell loudly and eventually put my hands in my face crying for Ana.

Taylor suddenly takes off his seat belt and gets out of the vehicle and walks to my side and opens the door. He reaches over unsnapping my seat belt as well.

"Luke ... I can only imagine what you are going through. I know it's hard, I don't deny that, but it still isn't your fault. As your friend, I am making sure you don't make some stupid ass decision and walk away from this job ... or from her, regretting your decision later on and just feeling worse. If I was in your shoes, I would be doing exactly what you're doing, but I would also hope you would be setting me straight and not allowing me to make that mistake. I get it ... you want to leave now because she is damaged and isn't worth watching anymore. Shit Luke, you should have just told me that in the first place, damaged goods isn't for everybody." Taylor responds and finishes off with a laugh and smirk.

Before I even consider what I am doing, I throw myself at Taylor throwing him on the pavement hard. I am throwing punch after punch for every disgusting word he has just said to me. I ignore the pain on my ankle and let my anger loose. I notice he isn't fighting back and allows my rage to take over. I notice the blood on his face and I suddenly stop rolling off of him and cry so hard it hurts. He sits up and pulls me up and holds me. He allows me to cry and then sits me in the vehicle after a while and just lets me grieve in silence.

"Do I need to prove my point again that you belong here and nowhere else? If my words were true, you wouldn't have reacted the way you did. I see the pain in watching her in that condition, but your pain would be a hell lot worse if you didn't see her at all. Between you and me only, I see how much you care for her. You decide to remain quiet on expressing your love because she is already taken and decide to guard her with your own life because her happiness means more than anything. To go as far to say you're gay, just proves your feelings are even deeper than you are willing to admit. I know Christian loves her with everything he has in him, but I honestly think your love surpasses his at times. I don't know many or if any men who would do what you are doing. Do you think Christian would do this for her happiness? We both know the answer is hell no. Can you honestly tell me that after everything you have gone through just so you can have her in your life still; you want to walk away from her and never see her again?" Taylor responds with concern.

"No ... I couldn't survive mentally or physically without her in my life. I want to thank you Taylor. I am sorry about my attack earlier. I am sorry to say you may have some explaining to do with a black eye among several bruising as well. Oh shit! Gail is going to kill me now." I respond in fear.

"Don't worry Luke, I can handle everything. I think this look makes me look sexier and imagine the fun I can have taking advantage of the special treatment I may need with all the pain from the bruising." Taylor laughs out loud.

"Only you would think that way. Don't act as your in pain too much though; Gail may spit in my food to teach me a lesson for messing with her man." I seriously reply.

Taylor ends up laughing harder and we now head off home again. I am debating of faking drowsiness when I get home. The women in that home are fearless at times.

"Don't tell me you are going to be a little girl and fake your drowsy now?" Taylor asks in humor and a smirk.

"Hell yeah I am and you better back me up if I do." I respond with no embarrassment from my fear.

He laughs at me again until we pull into the garage. I decide to go with my plan and take the easy route. I don't care that he is laughing at my fear. I can handle that any day. I can't handle what may happen when I piss off Gail. We go inside making sure I am ahead of him so she doesn't see Taylor yet. I hear the laughter behind me still. I am about to reach my room and dammit I'm out of luck as Gail sees me and gets excited seeing me home.

"Luke it is so good seeing you home again ... I have been so worried for you. Would you like some lunch?" Gail happily yells and hugs me as well.

"Thank you Gail, but I am feeling drowsy with the pain medicine. I am going to go back to bed for a while. It is great seeing you again as well." I respond tired trying to play the part as best as possible. I notice Taylor smirking in the background.

"Of course Luke, but please call me if you need anything. Welcome home again." Gail responds with only concern.

I smile back at her trying to lock myself in before she sees Taylor. I feel a little more protected knowing I am behind lock doors, but then I remember she has keys to every room. I start to panic and I push a chest blocking the door. I know I look ridiculous hiding from a woman, but like I said before she is fearless when she is angry.

I lay on my bed as the pain on my ankle is getting worse. I suddenly hear Gail scream out Taylor's name. I stay real quiet trying to hear what is going on. She keeps asking him what happen and he only laughs saying it's not important and just let it go. This goes on for a while and I am impressed that he hasn't sold me out yet. I had enough and I appreciate Taylor for covering for me, but enough is enough already. I move the chest back to its original place and open the door and I go towards their quarters, still ignoring the pain on my ankle. I see Taylor watching sports as Gail stands there clearly upset.

"Please excuse my interruption." I whisper suddenly.

"Luke ... don't … I mean it! I have this covered." Taylor stands angrily.

"Gail, it was I who did this to him. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but it's hard to explain on how we handle things at times. We have no hard feelings with each other. It's a man thing I guess." I confess feeling guilty.

"Okay Luke I believe you. I'm not angry with you. The two of you just need limits or something. Why can't men just talk it out like us women? Go back to bed Luke, I notice you are standing more on your other leg, so get to bed." Gail smirks and leaves the room.

"Luke, I told you not to stress about it. You didn't have to tell her all that." Taylor responds with a smirk.

"I just felt bad making her upset with you. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Thanks again Taylor." I pat his back and back to my room.

That was an interesting homecoming to say the least. I least I wasn't around when he gave some kind of explanation to Christian. He never questioned me, so I have no clue on what he said so I let it go. I have been able to have some moments alone with her, not many since Christian rarely leaves. I cherish the times I did get; even I spent them holding her hand as I cry with grief. I'm glad that no one ever walked in as I broke down with grief. The way Kate acts with me now, gives me the suspension that she may have, but never brings it up.

I am so worried on how everything will work out once he knows Ana has healed from having the twins and allows her to fight on her own. I am glad he has it on her, I can't imagine losing Ana. Well she isn't mine to lose, but whatever... I'm lost in my thoughts as I watch the screens in the office. I hear a knock at the door and I slightly jump. I am shocked to see Christian standing there with a smirk from making me jump I assume.

"How can I help you sir?" I ask.

"Can you please sit with Ana while go for a quick run with Taylor?" Christian relies with stress and nerves written all over his face.

"Of course I will Sir." I state as I stand up from the desk.

I am aware that Christian must be extremely stressed that he needs to run in order to calm himself down. I feel so bad for him. Having to watch your wife lay there motionless day after day and knowing you will be become a father soon, but unknown if you will have to raise them along with your wife who may or may not wake up or as a single dad after she gives birth. I sit next to Ana without saying a word. I reach for her hand and even though I am not a religious man, I say a silent prayer for her. I hope everything will turn out for the best in the long run, but the chances seem hopeless at times.