Since it's Thanksgiving here in the US tomorrow, I want to take a minute and thank you all for reading my stories. I love all of your reviews even if I don't get to respond to each one. You make me want to continue to write.
Also, for those who wanted the translation from the last chapter - The guys said, "Look at her breasts, I bet he fucks them every night." Christian's response was, "Don't talk about my wife like that or I'll kill you, you scumbag. Do you understand." I hope it's a good translation - it's been 20 years since I've taken any French.
We are coming up to the end of this story. Chapter 37 is the last one. I hope you all like it!
Chapter 36
APOV
We've been back from our honeymoon for a couple of months now. And everything has been going well. Surprisingly there has been very little drama. It's almost like we're normal. Our house is almost finished and Elena has disappeared. Grace heard from her once when we were on our honeymoon but she hung up on her and blocked her number.
Work is going well, too. I have proven I can more than handle being an Editor, and I have brought in the most new writers who are on the best-seller list. It's helped make a name for the company.
It's a Thursday morning, I'm at my desk checking email about to eat a muffin with my daily cup of tea. I love blueberry muffins but this one smells gross. I can't get it away from me fast enough. Luckily there is a bathroom next to my office because I barely make it there to throw up. Ugh… I hate throwing up. Suddenly I feel absolutely awful. Maybe I got food poisoning or something. In my office I fish out my cell phone, "Sawyer, I'm not feeling well. Can you take me home?"
"Yes, Mrs. Grey. I'll have the car waiting outside."
"Thank you."
Next, I pick up my desk phone to let Mr. Roach I am leaving.
Sawyer gets me home quickly and I go to the bedroom to lie down. Gail is grocery shopping so I am essentially alone and the apartment is quiet. I don't know when but I end up drifting off to sleep. "Ana, Ana baby. Wake up…"
I open my eyes and see Christian looking much like a concerned husband. "Hi, Christian. I wasn't feeling well so I came home."
He gives me a sweet smile. "Yes, I know. What's wrong?"
"I think I have a stomach bug or food poisoning. I was eating a muffin and suddenly got sick."
The concern quickly returns to his face. "Maybe we should take you to the doctor."
"No, Christian. I'm sure it's nothing. I'm starting to feel better."
He doesn't look convinced but he also doesn't give me a fight. "OK, but if this continues tomorrow you're going to the doctor. If you get sick over the weekend, it will be harder for you to get seen by a doctor."
I give him my sweet smile. "Deal, Sir." He looks down at me, smirks and just shakes his head.
"Anastasia Rose Grey, what am I going to do with you?"
I don't know what time it is, but it's still dark. It takes me a moment to realize why I woke up. Then it hits me… I'm going to be sick. I quickly get up and run to the bathroom. A couple minutes later Christian comes in the bathroom.
"Jesus, Ana. You are not OK. I think you should go to the doctor."
And because I feel so bad, I acquiesce. "OK, I'll go when the office is open."
"I could just take you to the ER."
"No, I'm tired anyway and want to get some sleep. I'll go when they open, I promise." I go back to bed and promptly fall back asleep. A little while later Christian wakes me up. The room is now filled with sunlight and he's casually dressed and looks even more concerned.
"Come on, baby, I got you the first appointment available." He reaches his hand out to me and I take it. "How are you feeling?"
"OK. It seems to come and go." I start to get dressed in a pair of yoga pants, a t-shirt, and my comfortable Uggs.
We're sitting in the waiting room for only a minute when the nurse calls me back to the exam room. Christian comes with me, which would normally annoy me, but this time it doesn't - I'm not sure why. We get in the exam room and the nurse weighs me, takes my blood pressure, and takes my temperature. "Mrs. Grey, your blood pressure is normal and you have no fever. Dr. Swanson will be in shortly." She leaves the exam room and shuts the door behind her.
"I guess if I have no fever it means I don't have the flu." I shrug as I say this to him.
There's a knock on the door and it opens. In walks an older but beautiful woman with gorgeous silver hair. She extends her hand, "Mrs. Grey, I'm Doctor Jennie Swanson. And you must be Mr. Grey." She shakes our hands and motions for us to sit down.
"So, what brings you here this morning?"
"Yesterday morning I was at work drinking tea and eating a muffin when I suddenly got sick. I barely made it to the bathroom."
"You threw up?" I nod in response to her question. "How did you feel after that?"
"I still felt nauseous and really tired, like I was completely worn out. I went home and fell asleep."
"Did you feel better after you woke up?"
"A little bit."
"Any other symptoms? Headache, sore throat, anything like that?"
I shake my head no.
"How many times did you get sick?"
"Just in the morning and again last night, rather, this morning."
"Alright, Mrs. Grey. I'm going to take some blood and run tests to get a diagnosis."
"When will the results come back?" Christian holds onto my hand tightly as she draws my blood into a couple of vials. I can tell he's uneasy.
"They usually take a couple of days, Mr. Grey."
"Can you send the blood to the lab at Northwest? My mother, Dr. Trevelyan, is Chief of Pediatrics - she can help speed things along."
"Absolutely, Mr. Grey. I will call you when the results are in. In the meantime, Mrs. Grey, I recommend you eat non-irritating foods like toast and tea."
I again nod, getting up to leave. "Yes, thank you, Dr. Swanson."
"Have a good day Mr. and Mrs. Grey. I'll speak with you soon."
We're driving home and I can't shake a bad feeling. "Christian, what if it's something bad? What if it's cancer?"
Christian's jaw tenses. "Baby, don't say something like that. I'm sure it's something simple."
We get home and Christian lies with me in the bed, rubbing my back. We both fall asleep in each other's arms.