So, I've gotten a few concerns about Gail being pregnant.
It's not unheard of for an older woman to have a child. It's rare, but it's not impossible. I've always wanted Gail and Taylor to have a child; they deserve happiness, too. I'm trying to stray away from what E.L. James would have done if she were to write this, and begin adding my own style to it. She wouldn't have made Gail pregnant; but I would. So I'm standing by it. I mean, I'm not gonna kill off Ana or anything. I still wanna stuck to E.L.'s story line, but I'm adding my own spice to it.
When I'm awake, I hear beeping.
I blink open my eyes, quickly shutting them and gasping at the light. The beeping gets quicker, and I start shaking. Christian told me to stay away from the light!
"Ana!" A voice calls. So far away.. "Ana, c'mon, baby! Wake up. You've slept long enough."
I immediately recognize the voice. "Christian.." I mumble, surprised to hear it come out a sob.
Hands, everywhere.. Must stay awake.. Griping, pulling.. No..
"Christian." I sob again, opening my eyes as memories flood back to me. I see my copper haired beauty beside me, his own grey eyes moist with tears. They hold such a feral edge to them, and I know it isn't against me. It makes me never want to leave his side again, and I don't care how weak it makes me sound.
"Oh, Anastasia." Christian's hand squeezes mine, and I try to scoot closer to him, but he stops me. He gets out of his chair, snuggling into the bed beside me as I try to quiet my cries. He just shushes me, whispering nothings and holds tighter.
"What happened?" I blubber, hoping he can understand me. He does, of course.
"He.." Christian closes his eyes, his grip on me almost painful now. "He almost raped you, Anastasia. God, he touched you.."
"Almost?" I feel hope. Maybe..
"Sawyer got to you in time." He assures me, then growled out, "But the fucker got away. He had a gun. Sawyer says he kept it steady at you until he left."
I felt myself sag with relief. Thank god for Sawyer.
"I don't remember much." I told him honestly. "Just a lot of grabbing and pulling and twisting.."
"That's all he got to do." Christian spat out, still obviously enraged. "He didn't.. he didn't touch you there, Ana."
I shake my head. "I don't care. I still feel dirty." I nuzzle into his neck and close my eyes at feeling. I mumble before thinking, "So safe.."
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, the strong willed Ana scolds me for submitting to such a weak state. But the more fresh, vulnerable part of me didn't care.
Right now, I just want to stop fighting so damn hard and let Christian handle things for once.
"Yes, baby." Christian's body elopes mine. "You're safe."
"Did they catch him?" I ask, albeit fearfully.
"No." Christian ground out. "The fucker left his card between your breasts. Fucked up son of a bit-"
"He.. left a card?"
"Jason Roswell." He replies. "Attorney. Dad said he's heard of him. Taylor is ashamed to have the same name."
"He left.. his card. He obviously wants to be found.." I shut my eyes as my head begins to pound and I moan. "My head.."
"Do you want some more medicine?" Christian rumbles beneath me. "I can call mom-"
"You don't have to.
But he already has.
Two minutes later, Grace enters the room with more fluids to hook up to my IV, and Carrick is behind her supporting Teddy.
"Look who it is," He coos to my baby, who immediately makes a raspberry at the sight of me. I laugh, feeling tears resurface and make one back. It's sort of our greeting, just between him and I.
Oh, my baby boy!
I hold my arms out, now sporting bruises. "Come here, my beautiful baby." Carrick hands him over to me, and snuggle back against Christian, laying Teddy on his chest, also. I let out a large sob at the relief I felt having them both here with me. Teddy, confused by this sound, blows another raspberry hopefully.
Christian kisses the top of my head, before laying his cheek upon Teddy's copper curls. Ted seems to drink this in, and leans closer, giving me a wet, open mouth sloppy kiss on my nose. I felt sobs break out again, and clutch my two men tighter.
"Stop being so dependent, Steele!" my subconscious snips. "Get a grip."
But, as I hear Teddy give another raspberry (this time, I swear it sounds demanding), I feel that right now dependent is exactly what I need to be.
