I woke up... Hungry. Like I need to eat something. It's about two am and considering that Elliot and I go to sleep very early in order for him to wake up at 4:30 we have been asleep for about a few hours. I make my way to the kitchen as quietly as possible. Soon I won't be able to get up with out waking Elliot with my grunting. I recently discovered, through Ana, that if I roll to the side enough to swing my legs off the bed I can get up with put waking him.

I make my way to the kitchen quietly. I let George outside for a few minutes while I make myself food. I really want a burger with cheese. Or maybe some fish. No I need sushi. I make my way upstairs and manage to change without waking Elliot. I write him a note and grab his keys. They fall on the floor with a loud thud waking him up.

"What are you doing?" He asks me sitting in bed. Seeing me hold the keys.

"Nothing. Go to sleep." I say hoping he does.

"Where are you going baby?" He asks standing up.

"I'm hungry." I say bring my lip. He smiles, this isn't my first mission in the middle of the night. Most of the time he gets food for me but I know he has been losing sleep just to please me. "I'm sorry I'll just... I'll find something else." I set the keys back on the bedside table and walk away to the kitchen. I let George in and Elliot walks in dressed. "I'm sorry last time I promise. Or I'll go you don't have to baby. Really I can look for something else." I open the fridge taking out food to make a sand which.

"Don't worry. What do you want?" He says rubbing his eyes. I hand him a water bottle so he can wake up a little more.

"Sushi." I say quietly.

"Sure baby." He kisses me gently walking out. Since I can't fall asleep I start doing some work. I finally got the GEH employee account number so Elliot and I will go tomorrow, two days before our ultrasound. I've started showing and Isabelle still doesn't know. Ana is due soon so we thought that after she meets Teddy it will be easier to explain. Right now she just thinks I'm getting fat. I'm now 18 weeks and my stomach isn't too big but I have a little bump that shows only when I have fitted shirts. I was told on my last appointment that some woman don't show and then bam! That's how I was last time so I tell Elliot to not worry.

Two hours later Elliot is back with my sushi.

"I'm sorry Elliot. Next time I'll buy a bunch of food. You don't have to join me go to sleep." I tell him when he sits on a bar stool watching me. He takes about half of my food and practically inhales it. I shouldn't be mad but I am. Now it's like I didn't even get any. He didn't even ask me if he could take some. What the hell! I take deep breathless and eat my food. Next time I'm not letting him go I'll fucking do it myself.

"You can go to sleep you don't have to watch me eat."

"I'm wide awake. I have to be up in an hour. I want to go check on our new house before work. Is there anything else you want to have done to the house?" He says rubbing my shoulders. He's trying to seduce me. Whenever he stands behind me he starts pressing his lips against my neck then uses his hands to massage my body. I figured him out weeks ago. I could say something to him but I enjoy sex just as much as him so I'll pretend to be surprised.

"No. Anything else can wait months. When are we going to move in?" He palms my breast. It actually feels really good.

"About a month. We have to get some new furniture." His hands move to my stomach then my sides to my back and massage my shoulders. I can feel him grow harder against my back.

"Okay." His hands move down then to the front of my body and cup my sex. "We can go... Soon." I say slowly. I push against his hand and he kissed my shoulder removing the strap sucking on the skin.

"Elliot just take me, I don't need that foreplay right now." He's all too happy to oblige.

He turns me around kissing me passionately moving his hands to my hips. He stops to remove all my clothes in one swift motion.

"You're so ready baby." I feel his fingers along my wet entrance. I pull his pants down to find that he is ready. I guide him to me kissing him as he places me on the counter entering me. His thrusts are slow but completely mind-blowing I feel him pulse inside me and I hold on to him as he makes love to me on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night. His mouth is on mine claiming me. He consumes my every thought in this moment and all I can think of is his beautiful eyes looking into mine and his lips which are parted because of our rough breathing. In, out. I pull on his hair needing to hold on to something as I cum undone by his touch. When I'm done, he stopped giving me a few moments to catch my breathe before continuing his deep thrusting. Still inside him he takes me to the couch where I straddle him and start moving. He starts nipping at my breast and his hands rubbing me and it's too much. Too much pleasure and pain from the biting. Too much heat, body heat. Too much effort to contain my moans and too much feeling. So good. I can't think I can't even focus all I do is move.

So good. I cum again and he does too. We catch our breath and start moving again. I can't stop. And he can't either. I see small beads of sweat on his forehead even though it's cold out. He flips me on my stomach and starts pounding into me from behind. Too deep. When I do cum again he turns me onto my back and wraps my legs around his body. My muscle strength is too low but he's so amazing his mouth completely possesses mine when he kisses me trying to quiet down my screams. "Elliot" he looks at me and lays completely on top of me. He starts to move deeper and slower. Our chests touching. "So good" I say involuntarily. Everything is involuntarily now. My mind can function I close my eyes enjoying his long thick length penetrating me.

"Open your eyes. I want to see you cum." I look into his eyes.

"Don't stop" I say moaning. "Baby I'm..."

He consumes me entirely. How did I ever live with out him. His face is in my the crook off my neck while he thrusts riding out our high.

His phone alarm goes off signaling him that it is time for him to wake up. He reluctantly gets off me to turn off the noise. I can't feel my body. We used to be able to do that daily and now I can barely keep up with three orgasms a night. Pregnancy's a bitch. He comes back to lay on my with his head rested between my breasts. I would usually play with his hair but I can't move. he notices that I'm about to fall asleep and carried me to bed. He kisses me then goes to work. "I love you baby." He says to me. I mumble because my energy is gone.

The next day he picked me up early so that we could both go to GEH and talk to the person who has been paying the tuition. It only occurred to us about a month ago that the person paying could actually have a biological relationship to her. So with us we had a form that released the person of all financial responsibility as long as they gave up their rights to have Isabelle. We wouldn't mind who ever it was to still see Isabelle but they could possibly stop our adoption process.

"Are we going to your brother's office or straight to Welch?" I ask him stepping out of the car.

"Just to Welch. We have to get you a visitors pass though." He tells me.

"You don't need one? You're too cool because you know the boss?" I say chuckling. He takes my hand leading me to the reception desk.

"No Christian has one for each of us. And we can't exactly use the reason bothering my brother as a reason to why we are in the building." He says. After signing in and receiving my badge we get on the elevator. There's a lot of blondes here. The process to get it is pretty extensive. They ask for photo ID, thumb prints, and a picture to put on the newly printed visitors card we have to wear "at all times".

Apparently Welch and Elliot are friends. He happens to be more friendly with Christian's employees that Christian but I'm not surprised, Elliot is friends with everyone.

"You're finally here. Mr. Grey told me you would be paying me a visit but that was months ago. Do you have the number?" We hand him the envelope with the account number. "Elliot stop touching shit." I take Elliot's hands in my lap so he stops because it's annoying. Lately all his little habits that I can normally stand have been pissing me off. "So I'm having the employee information printed out. It has a brief background check on the person. And Elliot, you should talk to them. Let them explain. I have a meeting but as soon as the four pages are out take them. Leave my shit alone don't mess with it." He stands up leaving. Let them explain? What does that mean? Elliot gets the pages frowning. I stand up walking to him.

"El?"

"It's Christian. He's the one paying for it. It's from his account personally so no one else has access to it. He's been sending money to Stephanie for the past three years."

"Why don't we grab something to eat and when we come back we can talk to him." I want him to calm down before we talk to Christian. I don't want him to yell at him.

"No we are going now let's go." I follow him to the elevator which takes us to the top floor.

"Elliot, what if she's his?" I say out loud. Thinking about her adoption process, we always banked on Christian being on our side if we would ever have to be in a legal battle with someone over custody. I never thought that we would have to argue it out with Christian.

"I don't know Lina." I rest my head on his arm hoping that there is a good reason for whatever is going on. I don't want to lose her. Not even to Elliot's brother.

The doors open and Elliot walks by clearly not in the mood socialize any more. "I need to talk to Christian. Now Andrea." She is startled by his attitude and picks up the phone letting Christian know we have arrived. It's like he knew we would be coming.

"He should be here in a few minutes he was wandering around the building he has a habit of doing that. You can just go into his office he will be right with you. Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you." I tell her following a very angry Elliot into Christian's office. I wish there was something I could say to him but there isn't. Something inside me is scared that I will lose her. After a few minutes of silence Christian walks in with a few papers sitting in front of us. There is way to much tension in this room for only three people.

"Did you know we would come here?" I say when no one else says anything.

"Yes." He doesn't elaborate.

"Then why didn't you just tell us that it was you paying it instead of making us go through all the trouble of figuring it out?" It was true. He knew that months ago we started the process to find out who it was.

"I had to talk to Ana about it. I needed to figure out what to say to you." He says looking at Elliot. He hands me a piece of paper. A non disclosure agreement. "I'm going to need you to sign this. I didn't need you to before because you didn't know anything about me that I wanted kept confidential." He says this as I read over the document. It sounds reasonable.

"What the fuck Christian? You think she's going to tell some news reporter about our life? She's not signing this shit." He takes the paper rips it throwing it at the floor.

"Elliot, I know you trust her and I like her but this is... Serious. Until you're married I need this as a security purpose to protect me and my wife." He's actually pretty calm.

"Well we are having a baby is that not enough?" I take the extra NDA signing it before any more yelling begins.

"There. I don't care about selling your story. I don't give a shit about you. I want to know about Isabelle. Can you both just sit down." Elliot tried to take it from me. "No Elliot it's okay I understand." Christian puts in a folder on his desk. "Is she yours?"

"No. Miss Anderson and I had a relationship of sorts a few years ago. Isabelle was two at the time. I never interacted with her before she came into your life." He begins.

"I thought you've only been with Ana?" Elliot asks a little more calmly.

"I have. It's only been her. I had other arrangements with woman where I would be with them."

"Like dating people?" I asked. What type of relationships are there.

"No miss Reid. I didn't date them they were there to please me." I cocked my head to the side. "Sexually." Oh. "There were several. I met miss Anderson at a club were I could find women who were familiar with a BDSM life style. I was introduced to it by an old friend."

"I'm sorry BDSM? Like the sex dominant submissive thing?" I asked confused.

"Yes."

"What old friend?" Elliot asks.

"Elena."

"Moms best friend slept with you?" Elliot asked screaming like this was gossip. "Does mom know?" What a stupid question. Why would he tell her.

"Yes. I didn't tell her she overheard. I needed control. From when I was younger with my biological mother. And Elena showed me how to get it." I'll say, having a sex slave can make you feel pretty powerful I can imagine. Elliot my sex slave, yes I definitely see the appeal. Well not the extreme things but as far as having him do anything I want in bed. I squirm in my seat trying to not get so hot. I have to change the subject or else I'll need to run out of here with Elliot.

"Do you pay all of your sub's kid's schooling?" I ask.

"No. Miss Anderson and I were in a scene when she got hurt. I didn't double check the fastening on a particular object we were using and she fell. She got a concussion, broken arm and leg. Because of her injury she lost her job. I felt responsible. She terminated our contract and I saw that she was struggling financially. I decided to take responsibility. I enrolled her child in Seattle academy, paid off her house and I started paying her a form of child support. I have a college fund set up for her that she would get access to when she was 18. These are all the legal papers for her." He hands us a folder containing bank account numbers. And the bank balance, holy shit that's a lot of money for college. But he is a millionaire, or was it billionaire?

"We can't take this. She's our responsibility not yours." Elliot says. "We are only here to say thank you and you don't need to continue sending her any money. If she isn't yours then nothing else needs to be said. We just wanted to make sure she didn't have any relatives so when we do adopt her, nothing gets in the way of that. Thank you but just let us take care of her." Elliot stands up leaving Christian to his thoughts.

"Thank you." I say placing the folder on his desk before leaving to catch up to Elliot.

"Miss Reid, the NDA will be void when you marry my brother." I don't care.

Elliot and I didn't talk on the way home. Besides telling me he was going to run in the treadmill he didn't say anything. I figured he needed some time to process the information so I didn't question him.

So to recap, Christian is a jerk for not telling us. Or Elliot at least. I wonder what scene they were doing. It got me thinking about Ana. She probably knew since he said he talked to her. I wish I could talk to someone about this but he would sue me if I did. I guess I understand it but what I don't understand is why Elliot is so upset. I decide to stop dwelling on the subject until I can talk about it with Elliot.

I'm making burgers today. Maybe that will calm him down. That and sex. I have to not think about sex because every time I do I have this urge to attack Elliot and he is not in the mood. But I am. I always am. Food, I need to make the damn food so I can pick up Isabelle.

I feel a small twitch on my stomach. Then I felt it again. I know what this is. It's the baby. I can finally feel my baby. I run my hands over my belly a few more seconds and it doesn't stop. There is actually a tiny person inside me. A baby. Mine and Elliot's. I make my way to his man cave where he is to tell him. Smiling I wave my hands in front of him getting his attention.

"Not now Lina." He says in a stern voice. I don't care. He'll stop being mad when I tell him about the baby. I move my hands again. And he continues to ignore me. "I don't want to talk Lina!" He yells taking off his headphones stepping off the treadmill.

"Baby this is important." I say in a whiney voice.

"Is someone dying?" He asks suddenly. I raise an eyebrow. I chuckle.

"No but-"

"Then I don't care. I just want to be alone for a while okay. Can you just give me some space!" I wince at his harsh tone.

"I just want-"

"Not now. I'm going to the gym since I can't get a fucking moment alone in this house." He doesn't go to the gym anymore because he doesn't like to leave Isabelle alone in this house. He has things he uses at a gym here so he finds it useless. I try to get him to go because I know he misses it but he said he doesn't mind.

"Elliot!" I try to go after him but he gets in the car driving away before I have the chance to say anything to him.

I stand in the garage utterly disappointed. This should have been a happy moment for us instead I'm here like a idiot because my boyfriend was sick of me. Am I really that bad? I go back to the kitchen and make dinner. The only good thing is that I can feel the baby kicking a few more time before it stops.

Once dinner is ready I pick up Isabelle. Elliot isn't back when I get back from picking her up. She is surprised to see me but still happy. She chats about her day and we talk about nothing for a while. I said Elliot was working so she doesn't ask about him.

After settling in bed for the night Elliot still isn't home. I type out a message asking if where he is but decide against it. I don't want to be the annoying, clingy girlfriend. At nine o'clock I get in bed like we always do but I find it hard to sleep without him. I am too clingy. Maybe I should go out with Isabelle more so he can have sometime alone. He usually goes out with his friends once in a while but maybe he needs more time away from us from me. I shut off the light and sleep finds me.

I think I still have left over sushi from last night. That's the first thing I think of a hours later. Elliot didn't come to bed last night. His car is here but he didn't come into our room. He didn't even tell me. Well screw him. He can sleep in a guest room. I needed to talk to him yesterday and he just disregarded me like trash. I didn't do anything wrong. I understand he was upset but that doesn't give him the right to just yell at me like he did. I see him walk in the kitchen. He looks upset and tired. He need to sleep more. I shouldn't be waking him up in the middle of the night like I have been doing but it's not like I do it on purpose. I throw those feelings aside and remember what a jerk he was yesterday. I take my food walking past him. I hear him call me but I ignore him. I know this is petty of me but I'm mad and hurt.

I feel the twitch again. I smile feeling my baby. I sit on the porch with a blanket around me even though it raining and cold. The sunroof is out so I'm not getting wet. He walks out with his breakfast taking a seat next to me. He sighs. The guilt of stressing him out is slowly winning over my anger. He slides his chair next to mine. He pulls me close to him but I don't respond.

"I'm sorry I just needed time alone." He kissed my head. "I'm sorry." He kisses my temple. He forces me to look at him. "I'm a jerk. I'm sorry." I can't help but smile at the sense of déjà Vu.

I turn my head. "No."

"I'm sorry."

"No." He forces me on his lap. I try to keep from smiling.

"Forgive me." He kisses my cheek

"No."

"Forgive me." He says with his hands on either side of my face. He runs his nose against mine.

"Why?" I say moving my lips close to his enough to feel his breathing.

"I love you...Because I want to marry you." And with that I pressed my lips against his.