This story is nowt like fifty shades; I just purloined E.L. James's characters, buildings and some of her other stuff...


Dreaming of Chocolate and Grey:

Chapter 52:

We say goodbye, and hello:

Christian and I defied doctor's orders and Googled the twin thing and the cause and effect of multiple births. As expected we still don't understand the two and the one thing? Surely, there are three and we are having triplets? We eat at home, Gail despite being on holiday, cooks for the whole team, Christian seems okay and more relaxed eating with 'staff' I however am not as used to living with 'staff' and I settle more easily into treating them as friends than Christian did, besides, I love the comradery they have, it was a little awkward at first for him, but by the dessert we were chatting normally. Christian, by his own admission, liked to keep the boundaries clear and I walked into his life and smacked his dumb head into a fair few very squeaky clean glass doors, highly polished ones at that he didn't see coming until it was too late, and he has smashed his head hard on a few and broken others!

Yes, I use metaphors quite a lot, they were Nonno's sort of sensible little idioms he with his old wise head, Papa Frank too used to be good with the advice, I guess it comes with age, and experience? Christian, after a chat with Taylor, he agrees to loosen the lines a little, though never at work, in public or when needed, I will be Ana at home and relaxing, and Mrs Grey or Ma'am, Ma'am will be used as a code thing, Taylor talk for if the situation or his orders are not to be questioned, this also applies to me when my protection detail see a danger or a threat to my safety. We are joined by my mother and Bob after dinner, they have been out for a romantic evening and catch up.

"Ana, Christian. Bob and I are going to go back to America after the funeral, if that's okay? We need to recharge our batteries and say hello to home."

"Home to Anastasia?" I ask.

"Yes, it's where your mother and I relax the most. I have had a rough few months with the damned long book tour and what with the grandparent debacle poor Carla is at her wits end, as I am sure you are? We, and I do mean we, we need some we time, is that okay? I mean I know you and your mother are just starting over, but…"

"…Say no more, it has been very hard on us all, and we are only here a few days before we too are heading god knows where to relax. Go home and relax, besides I want to see the place I am named after. If that's okay Mum, Bob?"

"Oh Ana, I thought you would be angry." My mother says.

"Why? I mean really Mum, why?"

"I have just come back into your life."

"And you are still in it Mum, honestly, I am fine, we have our own lives to live too. So go recharge you batteries, besides, Christian needs his next fix of your book."

"Um, I do… And Carla, you have quite the selection of mysteries and adventures to work on." We all laugh. "Besides this one will be on the phone all the time, won't you Baby?"

"Yup and grabbing some face time with you both. Now, did you get a dress?"

"I did, a pretty yellow one."

"The girl in the primrose dress?" My mother smiles.

"Yes, I am the girl in the primrose dress he wrote about."

"I like the song too." Bob says. "He was right, your father? She has the prettiest blue eyes, I have ever seen. One of the many things I noticed about her. Do you know you both have the same eyes?"

"Yes." He genuinely seems at ease with the love my mother had/has for my father. "I have my mother's beautiful blue eyes."

"So, what are the plans for tomorrow?" Bob asks me.

"We will meet the undertakers, and the people who have opened the grave at the cemetery, and then they will be laid to rest with a simple prayer by the minister. It is going to be a little strange, but it needs doing, but without too much godly stuff, he and I are not on speaking terms, and we had the prayers and other stuff over in Calabasas and again in New York. I am sorry but that was too much god for me. Though I did promise to go more if he made Christian all better, and I will go back, but not right now."

"Ana?" Christian says.

"I lost my faith on the church when they took Baby Christian from me. I prayed and I begged, and it all fell on deaf ears. Olly's mum, she said my faith was being tested and she wasn't wrong. It may come back, it may not be as strong as it was."

"He asked, the minister, if we wanted the usual earth to earth reading. I said yes for you Ana, Carla. I hope that was okay?"

"Yes, it is more than okay Christian, and I have ordered tiny white roses for us to place on the casket thing they are all inside of." My mother gasps.

"Are we not putting them to rest separately?" My mother asks. "Do we just put them in a hole in the ground, what is happening Ana?"

"Mum, they are with the undertaker now, they are taking them to the cemetery, where we will meet them. They will be three caskets, in one Nonna and Nonno, Mimi and Papa Frank and a separate one for Dad. Why?"

"It just seems a little different than the usual thing that's all, I was just wondering. Anyhow, when are you going to Wales?" Wow, a quick change of subject Mum.

"Probably tomorrow after the family are laid to rest. Uncle Wolfe is arriving in the morning, with the guys and I think Sonny and Marco are arriving later too, they seem to need to be here too. I know they said they didn't want it, but Uncle Marco has had a change of heart."

"He called and asked was it okay. Is Wolfe going to Wales with you?"

"Yes, and Christian. I need to know Mum. I need to know if I have a brother."

"He isn't, Wolfe said he wasn't Ana. Besides your father would have made sure he was named as his father. He didn't Ana, I did some checking too, the gap for the father is blank."

"Mum…"

"I had to know Ana, I had to know."

"Okay, I need to know too. Though I would prefer to get it from Sandy and not by trolling birth deaths and marriage sites Mum."

"What, I went on line and asked for a copy of his birth certificate. Do you know how easy it is to get a copy of anyone's certificate?" I shake my head. "Really easy, birth certificates are designated as 'public records', and as such anyone can request a duplicate certificate to be produced. The only caveat to this is that for births that occurred within the past 50 years, you must be able to provide the full details of that birth, all of which I got from Wolfe, who knows more than he is telling us. It was just too easy, which shocked me I can tell you."

"Okay, I thought they were strict on that sort of thing, wow. So anyone could have a copy of my birth certificate and Baby Christians?" I ask.

"Yes if they know where you were born, when and all the other stuff." I shake, lord they do not protect our records well at all. "But they do need all the information and most people do not know all the facts about you and your baby, I mean they need to know everything."

"Okay, but it's so wrong. Is it the same in America?" I ask Christian.

"I guess so, it's the same thing at home Ana? Welch and Barney can check on it for you Ana? They do it for me all the time."

"No, I am fine. I just find it strange they can get access to all that personal information so easily and a canny reporter could dig up all sorts if they had a little information or we are followed tomorrow, especially with all my dad's band being there too, especially after the concert, there is a sudden revival of interest in the band. Uncle Wolfe has retired and the other guys had already hung up their instruments," I fight back the tears, "so they have said no as it isn't a band without The Lamb. So, are we ready for bed, it's another early start tomorrow?" Christian grins. I know what is on his damned mind, rampant sex. He has been hinting at it all night.

"Yes, I have had a tiresome few days." My mother says. "I need to rest my very weary head Ana. I will sleep better knowing they are finally at rest with my grandson and that your father gets to spend some time with Little Christian."

"Mum, it's just a resting place for their bones and ashes, I have to believe their souls already together, and Dad has already seen his grandson, you know when they went to this higher plain that the god bothers harp on about?" I say.

"I know, and that does make me feel better, but having them in the one place, that too is comforting. Besides my publishers are here in London and I am here all the darned time. So I get to visit them all the time."

"That's why I picked here to lay them to rest and not on Otter Island." I reply. "Now I need to get to bed, all this talk of death and the afterlife gives me the willies Mum." We laugh at the look on Christian's face. "Willies as in being afraid not as in a male genitalia Christian." He smiles.

"Oh, I do love your English sayings. I guess they are a 'bugger' as Ana says, to understand to we the non-English beings, did you catch on to it easily, Bob?" Poor Christian, he is struggling to be social, a butterfly he is not.

"No. I can honestly say, Carla here, she spouts them daily and I have to ask what the hell she is on about all the time. I just nod my head and smile, sometimes I am not meant to agree, and it gets me a right old 'gob full'." We all laugh, before we head to bed. If all we had to worry about were our English and Italian colloquialisms, it has to be said my life would be as clear as Chrystal, alas, it is as clear as mud at the moment. We close the door on the family and the world. I breathe in deeply, turn and search out my butterfly.

"Christian, if I didn't tell you today that I love you, very much, then I do. Very much."

"Likewise Baby. I love you too. What's the matter?"

"I want to give my family something to be happy about, I want to tell them about the baby, I mean the babies. What do you think?"

"I think we keep it to ourselves until we return from honeymoon. Let's get past twelve weeks and then tell everyone upon our return."

"Oh, I thought you would be chomping at the bit to tell your mother and father?"

"I am, I really am. Especially with the news I have, I mean we have managed to get three babies all at the same time."

"I know, that is some scary shit, three heads and bodies springing forth from my poor hu-hu!"

"Um, three heads, that sounds hideous, and Ana, if I could do it for you I would!"

"My hero…" That was all it took for him to send me to heaven and back again, well that and his naked body and huge… Ego! We made love into the early hours, softly and lovingly, nothing rushed, nothing harsh and it has to be said as we lay in each other's arms afterwards, I felt amazingly loved.

The day we say goodbye:

Christian woke me with breakfast in bed, he actually woke me when he oh fucked trying to get in quietly, but my bedroom door is a tad heavy and not too easily held open, even with his cute bum backing against it. He cussed as it and he juggled butt to wood for dominance. I really should get the handyman in to take off those pesky fire chained doors. I, most times, only just mange to get them open when I have a basket of washing in my hands, still the heavy doors mean the whole house won't hear us making loud and passionate love tonight, last night was simply wonderful, but tonight I want to be in charge, I feel the need to be the dominant one. He is a very super submissive and I need to be in charge of something.

"Ana, what's that look for?"

"Just admiring that bum and your perseverance with the stiff door."

"Umm, I now have a dick as hard as the fucking door. I swear the things that turn me on right now are fucking stupid. I even went ridged when I was beating the eggs."

"You cooked?"

"Hell no, I just beat the eggs for Gail, I didn't want to kill you with my cooking Baby, oh and I think she knows there is something afoot, she made sure the eggs were cooked very well, and she didn't let me put salmon on your bagels."

"Okay, she did the same with me yesterday, has she got super powers?"

"I don't know but her scrambled eggs are amazing, she does this thing with thick cream and butter. I salivate when I get to eat them."

"Egg white omelettes are a waste of eggs, anything tastes better than clouds on toast."

"Hu? Oh yeah, but they are essential whilst I am in training. Now, sit up and take this tray, I need a cold shower. I swear when we get to where we are going on honeymoon, we are never leaving our bed."

"Okay, who will cook for us?"

"It is all sorted, now sit and eat. We have to be going in an hour."

"An hour, why the hell did you not wake me earlier?"

"I tried, but you pushed me out of bed and told me if I ever wanted more children, then I needed to leave you alone or you would rip that particular part needed off at the root. So dear wife, dear angry in the morning wife, me and my babymaker, my fucking awesome babymaker, hit the shower and the kitchen. I want to fill the house with the sound of tiny feet and tiny little clones of you."

"Um, I think you will find that three babies will do the job."

"Nah, six may do it." He winks. He smiles. He is bloody crazy stupid, parting with one was bad enough, but three? Oh god help me, but I can't stop it from happening. I cry and I mean hysterically cry.

"Christian, what if it happens again, what if… What if I lose one, what if I lose them all, what if I can't do this thing right, what if I fail, again, what if…"

"…Ana, fuck…" He puts the tray down and hugs me. "Ana calm down, you are worrying me. Liv is going to be with you every step of the way, and I am here for you, Mom will be there. Kate, Holly Gail, we will all help you this time, Baby, why do you still blame yourself, it was a freak occurance, you heard Liv say it will be different this time, and besides I hardly doubt seeing there are three in here, that there will be much room for any of them to do anything but kick there sibling out of their way, let alone do somersaults, do you?"

"No, I guess not."

"Crap, my book says you will get hormonal and go off sex, are you, I mean please fucking tell me I am not going to have blue balls again?" I laugh. I snort and laugh like a donkey. "Hell, what the fuck was that sound?"

"Relief. I am sorry, I just got the worst case of what ifs, didn't I?"

"You did, but it's to be expected. Now eat. Please? The peas in their pods need feeding."

"Peas?"

"Yes, our three little alien peas in their tiny alien pods need feeding. I love you Mrs Grey, so fucking much."

"Charming, do you kiss your mother with that wee potty mouth of yours?" I eagerly accept the tray of delicious food he sets before me.

"I do, and let me remind you it kisses other parts of your body Baby."

"Oh god, I just had a vision of that, and it's not a good look. Gimmie the damned fork and remember the aliens in here, they can hear everything you say, the good the bad and the potty mouthed swearing. It is banned."

"Oh…Kay… I mean, all the swearing, even when we fuck hard?"

"Ouch, I shot myself in the foot there. Bedroom sex is to be honed to a few less oh fucks Mr Grey."

"I will try, but I ain't promising that, I like the passion we have and the odd oh fuck is needed. I am grabbing that cold shower. Eat."

"Yes Sir." I purr. He strips as he goes towards the bathroom. If I didn't need to eat, and I do, I would follow that ass right in there and fuck the oh fuck rule. I know damned fine well he and I need the raised voice and the odd oh fuck. He does things to me that only oh fuck is the only thing going through my opened gob!

I finish eating and shower, it seems we have a date with our son, my relatives and a few more uncles. I don't know if today will be happy or sad? I don't know how I feel right now apart from confused? I am drying my hair and in a world of my own when Holly comes in to the dressing room.

"Christian said I was to come on through Ana."

"Good morning Holly, what is the matter?"

"Nothing, I am here to tell you the guys and my dad are ready when you are, they are at the hotel near the cemetery. But, they were spotted so Taylor is going to do some recon and get them out unseen. Dad wants me to ask you, do you want him and them here, he says its up to you, especially if they follow them, you know the pond life?"

"No, I want him and them here. I want them to be there Holly, they were his brothers and they have helped me through many tough times, I want them to come." I am now worried. Over what I do not know?

"Okay, are you nearly ready then, Christian is down stairs with Marco and Sunny. Who, for a change are sober after their flight."

"Wow, that must be a first?"

"Um, and Marco said to tell you Grey One has a fabulous bar on board, and he was tempted."

"Christian sent his jet for them?"

"Yes and they brought guests." I finish my hair throw on the pretty pink dress Nonno bought me for my last birthday and head down… I see a sea of faces smiling back at me.

"You all came to be with me?" Grace steps forward.

"Why wouldn't we be here for our daughter and our son, especially today?" I swear I need more of Grace Grey in my life. "Besides we would like to pay our respects to our grandson too." I am enveloped in my husbands loving arms.

"I told them it was only a quiet burial, but Mom insisted they all came. Including my grandparents. Is that okay?"

"The more the merrier, and I see you told them no black?"

"Sorry, but Elliot is an ass. I was sure he would be a little classier." Elliot is rocking a pair of bright red Billabong board shorts and an equally hideous Hawaiian shirt, with yellow pineapples on it. He makes me laugh.

"Hi, I was told the dress code was bright and cheery, and these were the brightest things I possessed. Though the weather here isn't as good as usual, I may be a little chilly, bright but chilled."

"Its fine, you look…"

"…Idiotically too bright?" Christian says as he shakes his head.

"You are welcome to swap, I know you wanna?" Christian grins.

"Not in a million years Bro, but every party needs a comical element, we have you."

"…And me." I turn around and see Uncle Marco in his very eye wateringly bright suit. Oh hell, Sonny and he are wearing hideous outfits, matching idiot outfits. Bright yellow suits, all that's missing is the silly hats. "We had these left in the wardrobe from Halloween, do you remember Papa and we boys all went as Jim Cary in his Mask outfits? We handed out candy in the hospital? You went as a pirate Ana?"

"I remember it well. I guess Nonno would love it, he loved doing that ever year, we have to keep up the tradition, wherever we are, we still visit the children who can't go trick or treating." I smile.

"I think that sounds like something we all could do. I happen to know my children would love to see you all." Grace says. "They don't go without a visit, the doctors and nurses see to it they are not forgotten, though Elliot here, scared the heck pout of several of the poor children last year."

"I know, next time less blood and no eyes swinging from my eye socket. That girl hit me do hard with her crutch my poor man bits were in ice for a week."

"Serves you right, she was terrified."

"Mia went as a pink princess, now that was a truly heinous sight, my sister the sickly princess."

"I can't wait to be part of it. What did you go as Christian?" They all laugh.

"He went as himself and handed out hundred dollar bills. He isn't a joiner…" Elliot mocks his brother.

"Well next year we, you me and the aliens will go as a family of aliens…" I gulp… "If that is okay with everyone?"

"Ana, Christian. What do you mean by aliens?" Grace is as sharp as she is wise, I know it is killing Christian keeping the secret. I smile and nod my head.

"Ana and I are pregnant. We were waiting, but she and I are having ourselves a baby or three."

"Three…" My mother says.

"Triplets?" Marco says.

"How the hell…" Elliot says.

"Mosel Tov." Ethan says from the back of the crowd.

"I know, we were just as shocked as you lot at our great news, its early days. All is well and I am fine, we are fine. Me and our three little aliens are fine and well." I keep saying as we are congratulated. "We were going to wait you know for the usual twelve weeks, but I was itching to tell someone, so was Christian. Now you know."

"Oh my lord." Christian's grandmother says. "What a very nice bit of news, so Elliot when are you and Kate adding to our brood?"

"Mrs Trevelyan…"

"What? I had the misfortune of hearing you and my loud grandson going at it in the next room, all night, unless you were actually seeing God?" I have never seen Kate, or for that matter Elliot blush.

"Elliot? What are your intentions toward my sister?" Kate and Elliot grin.

"Well you know we got drunk at the wedding?"

"Yeah, Taylor had to go and bail you both out!" Christian says.

"Well we got married, it seems? We got the paperwork in the post the other day, we must have left it in the hotel and they forwarded it to Mrs Katherine Grey here. Surprise?"

"Kate, is this true?" Ethan asks his twin. She blushes again.

"Yes, and I am not too upset about it either, yes, a little shocked, because try as I might I cannot remember saying I do and neither does Elliot, we are okay actually, about being married. In fact we laughed about it, drank to our shock nuptials and decided it wasn't as bad as is it seemed, so we decided to move in together and give it a try, this marriage thing? But no, to answer your question Grandma T. We are waiting for a while. I still have to get used to having this big kid in my life!"

"You are married Elliot, and you Kate, you think this is funny?" Grace says, still in shock. "Elliot, you are married and it was a joke, how can this be legal Cary?"

"I guess Gracie, that times they are a changing, I would think they know their own minds now, if they are happy about it then who are we to step into it and say no?"

"Cary, they are married…"

"Mom, Dad, do you realise that I am the good kid?" Mia says with a smirk. "Thanks guys, you made dating for me a whole lot easier. When, and I will say this again, when I meet a guy you have set the bar so low, anything I do will be a cake walk. Not that Kate and Ana are a low bench mark as girlfriends go, far from it I still think you are batting way above your weigh dear brothers. They are way too good for my moron brothers. Both of you did bad things whilst drunk and me? Me, I threw up in Mom's vase and the world ended, cheers…"

"Mia Millicent Grey, you were ten, you were sneaking drinks from the guests and that vase was a Ming vase worth a lot of money. So, let's not use any of your brothers drunken antics as any sort of bench mark." Grace says.

"Mr and Mrs Grey…" Taylor speaks. "The cars are here, your uncles are already at the cemetery and were not followed. Their decoys are drinking in a hotel room. The press are waiting there for them. The coast is clear for you and your guests to leave."

"Taylor, thank you. So, shocks aside can we please lay my family to rest?"

"Yes, let's go. Mom, Dad, Mia? Are we all ready?" Christian says with a smile. I want happy faces today. My hand is gripped tightly and Christian leads me to the car. "I cannot believe they have got married and are treating it like a joke." He says as he helps me inside the car. "Marriage is a serious thing."

"I know, but their way sounded like they had a lot of fun. Mum are you okay?"

"Yes dear, Christian, let them be, they seem very happy and actually in love, I see the look they have. Joke or not, it seems they are made for each other. Bobby here and me, we were very tipsy when we got married, we did the very same thing."

"You did?" I say.

"We did. Best round of drinks I ever bought. I found your mother." He smiles as he grabs my mother's hand.

"It was Bobby, it was."

"I guess that answers my question. Ana, are you ready"

"Yes. Where are your family stopping?"

"In the family suites at my hotel here."

"My home is full, will they think badly of me?"

"No Baby, they take up a lot of space. Taylor, when you are ready, thanks."

"Sir…" We head through the gates and there is a tour bus doing their usual drop off. I smile and wave, they screech and smile and flashes are seen.

"My father's fans are relentless." We pull off and our entourage of security, friends and family follow us. Arriving there, the undertakers are already at the position near the family plot. The tiny boxes make me very teary, in fact I do sob.

"Ana, are you alright?"

"Yes Mum, please don't worry. Tears are quite usual here." We head to the resting place. I see the smiling faces of my honorary uncles, and my real ones. My family stands around the open spaces and I see Christian's eyes got to the place where our son rests. We walk hand in hand and stand by his grave side.

"Hello Little Man, we have brought you and Olly some company." Christian says. "They are your family, and will be there for you, just until Mommy and me join you. It won't be for a long, long time, but one day we will see you. One day…" I dab my eyes.

"Yes, you have a Nonno called Sunny, a Nonna called Vita, a Grammy Mimi, and a Papa Frank. Mommy is also sending you my daddy to look after you. He will sing you songs and play with you. Until Mummy and Daddy get to see you again. We will never forget you Baby Boy, even when your brothers and sisters get here, you will always be my big boy, and I love you and I always will." Grace comes to my side. "This is your Grammy Grace, she is nice too, and today lots of family are finally getting to see where you sleep, so please don't send the rain Baby, we want to see the sunshine, not the rain. Do you hear me?" I smile as the clouds seem to clear, and like a fairy story, the sunshine beams down on the part of the garden that is my families new home.

"Ana, this place is beautiful. So peaceful and beautiful. I am sorry I didn't get to meet you little one, but one day, one day we will. The just you wait, the spoiling will begin, in earnest. Mommy and Daddy are making sure you have some very nice people to wait with, until we meet." She is handed a hanky by Cary and we, Christian and I kiss the headstone and stand with the others. The minister, a very godly looking man coughs.

"Hello, and welcome to this garden of remembrance, on this unusually sunny day. Today we are laying to rest the D'Acciaio and the Lambert families. The family, gathered here today are not here to mourn the loss of their family, but they are here to rejoice in their families journey to meet their young ward, Christian and his companion, Olivier." I hear the prayers he says, I hear it but don't take it in. The little boxes are put in the holes and my legs buckle as they did when Christian and Olly were laid to rest.

"Ana, breathe, breathe Baby, everything is going to be fine." I look at Christian's face, his tears are the same as mine, and are streaming from his eyes and down his cheeks too. My hand wipes them away, and he mirrors the act and wipes away mine. Mum, Marco and Sonny all throw in the dirt and the miniature roses, I am handed my roses and kiss them, Christian throws on the dirt and I scatter the roses.

"Look after them, please?" I sob into Christian's jacket and the rest of the extended family, throw in their flowers. I think Christian thanked the minister, I was too consumed in staying upright? Taylor, thank god for Taylor, he guided the family to their transport. Apparently, Christian had lain on a wake at his hotel here. We stood around for a while, whilst the cars and vans filled up and filed off. I was not good company. Stood by my side is Christian, Holly and Uncle Wolf and in the back two people are setting down wild flowers by the open graves...

"Ana, I have someone I would like you to meet, someone who want to meet you too." I look up and see a woman, and with her is a young man, I don't need to be told who they are…

"Sandra, Edward?"

"Yes, yes we are. I am sorry we crashed the service."

"No, no its fine. Honestly, it really is fine."

"Edward and I have a lot to be thankful to your father for, he did a lot to help me, especially in my hour of need. I needed to say goodbye. We needed to say goodbye, didn't we Edward?

"Yes, goodbye, goodbye to Uncle Frank." He is smiling, not sad. I guess I wanted happy faces? I got one at least. He looks at me and smiles. "You are Anastasia, Uncle Andrew said you were coming to see me." I laugh. "That is him there..." He points at Uncle Wolfe.

"I am sorry, but I am a little late coming to see you Edward."

"It's okay, hello Anastasia."

"I think you want some answers to some questions Ana?" Sandy asks.

"Please, you don't have to tell me anything you do not want to."

"You want to know if Edward is your brother, am I right?"

"I did wonder."

"He isn't, your father saved me and in turn he saved my wonderful son."

"Saved you from what?" Christian asks.

"Sandy, this is my husband Christian."

"Pleased to meet you Mr and Mrs Grey. We are not stopping, I just needed to say thank you and goodbye."

"You said that already, but thank you for what?"

"Your father talked me out of doing something very stupid. Something that would have meant me never having a great future." Uncle Wolfe takes Edward's hand and he and Holly take him to an old green army land rover. "He doesn't need to hear this, but you do…"

"Not if it is going to hurt you I don't!"

"It was something I will be thankful to your father for, forever. I was raped…" I am sure my mouth opens, but there is nothing coming from my mouth. "It was after a concert, and I was dragged into a van as the roadies loaded the bands equipment. I didn't know what happened next, one minute I was loading in the girls cases and the next I was waking up in a hospital. I still to this day do not know what happened to me. Who assaulted me or why."

"How, I mean why not?"

"I was drugged, I was then sexually assaulted and left for dead at a hospital, all I had on me was a my band ID, and the next thing the band and the guys were all thrown in jail and tested. The man, he left his stuff on me and well, to cut out all the crap, none of the band or our crew had been near me. I was low and hurt, and as I could not remember anything happening to me, I cried a lot and blamed myself for being too flirty with guys and well…"

"Hey, hey I told you, this was not your fault Sandy, not your fault. We would have gone to jail to protect you and the other girls in the band, okay?" Uncle Wolfe has his arms around her.

"I don't understand?"

"I was raped by a stranger posing as a new roadie. I was left for dead and the police thought someone in the band had done it. Your father and the rest of them were all questioned. All of them were getting drunk in a hotel at the time. I was clearing out the last of our stuff when it happened.

I don't know who it was and I never want to find out either, but whoever it was, they left me pregnant. I found out about Edward a couple of months later. He was both a curse and a blessing. I was so afraid. I was shocked of course and I felt unclean and dirty all over again.

I was out of my mind and was about to do something really stupid when your father found me. I was alone on the roof of the hotel we were stopping in, I was about to throw myself off, when he stopped me. I didn't know what to do. He talked me off the edge and into a clinic."

"To get rid of the baby?" I ask.

"I was too far to do it legally and I was a mess."

"I bet you were." Christian says. "How did it help you being locked away?"

"Oh I wasn't locked away. He got me help in a really good place, and good help too. I went through all sorts of crap in there but it was crap I needed to hear. It wasn't my fault. Being gay was not the reason I was being punished. I thought this was someone's sick idea of a joke. I wasn't into men. I was one of them." gobsmacked, I stand and I listen...

"Oh…" I say. "You and my dad never had a friendship then, Edward really isn't my brother?"

"No, lord no, he is not your brother and Lambert was never any sort of lover to me, we had a great friendship and that's it. He and I were good friends not lovers, men really do not rock my boat that way sweetheart, all the guys were my family, ugly assed big brothers, that's all. I never thought about having a kid, so when one was sent to me I panicked. I didn't know what to do. So I went to my dark place again. Hence me wanting to headbutt the pavement. Whilst in the clinic I found god and I realised this was meant for a reason. I was offered the chance to have the baby adopted. I chose to raise the baby. I thought about it long and hard, and decided something good had to come form that night, and it did. Edward Franklin Andrew… My wonderful gift."

"You kept him, even after you were attacked?" Christian asks.

"Yes, your father didn't understand it either Ana, nor did the guys, but they promised to help me and the baby, when he was born he was as he is now. I didn't need help. I wrote songs a few songs for them and a few of them were good. So I am financially sound thanks to the songs I wrote for them and other bands too. I stopped touring when Edward hated flying, it was impossible to take him with us, so I retired…"

"We wanted to set up a fund for them after she set up camp in remote Welsh farm. So she and Edward would not think they were financially dependent on us, but she wouldn't hear of it, she is as stubborn now as she was back then."

"I didn't need it, you lot had nothing to do with how Edward got here and I got fed up of telling you all were I disappeared to for a reason."

"Is that why you haven't touched it, the trust fund? Really?"

"Yes, I didn't need it. Edward has been a blessing and made my life a truly wonderful one. So please stop contacting me Mrs Grey, I don't need the money your father's estate thinks it owes me."

"They do owe it to you, do you know how much those songs were worth you wrote?"

"I got paid for writing them, and they paid me well enough for them."

"My father didn't claim the copyright on them and thanks to their inclusion on some billion dollar selling albums, the money from them has been sat in a bank waiting for you, the money is not charity or money for helping you or Edward out It is your money, money you earned from owning the songs."

"It isn't. I sold them the songs free and clear."

"Lenny didn't work like that Sandy, if you wrote it you owned it, I tried to tell you this already."

"The money is mine? Not charity, not money because Edward is special, Ana tell me the truth, because the guys won't?"

"No, money you earned from writing some amazing songs. Uncle Wolfe is right, it's yours free and clear from any debt of gratitude you think you owe my father and the band, you earned it writing some really good songs, songs that helped make my father's albums sell so well. If you don't want it, then use it to help Edward? It really is yours Sandy, yours to do with whatever you want to use it on."

"I am so confused. How?"

"Understandably so. We have people who can help you invest it for Edward should you wish?" Christian tells her.

"I really have a lot of money sitting doing nothing, my money, and not the bands meek and mild way of gifting me supposed guilt money?"

"Hey, I always thought you knew us better than that Sandy, we knew no meant no, we send the gifts and we know that's all you take from us. We got the message loud and clear, presents under fifty quid, and nothing dangerous and we stick to your words."

"Um, like the Edward doesn't get like a hundred gifts a month? Yes under fifty pounds but hundreds of them come. He loves them. He writes to you all. Good god, so the millions in commission is really mine?" I laugh.

"I told you she was not a charity case Annie. Now, are you coming to the wake?"

"No, because Edward has his routines, and he doesn't like being away from his animals for too long. I just had to say goodbye to Frank. We don't travel anywhere other than in the land rover. He won't fly, so we don't leave home too often. Look it was nice seeing you, and you really are as beautiful as he said you would be. Andrew Wolfenden, come see us at the farm and we will discuss this money in more detail, and bring Ana and Holly. Edward would like that." I pass her the card I have for Ethan.

"They have it all in hand, and it's worth more than you think and all of it was earned by you. Do you hear me, it's all yours?"

"You are like him you know, you look like Carla, but you are all Frank, all Frank, heart and mind, you are a Lambert alright…" She kisses my cheek and heads to the battered land rover. Uncle Wolfe walks with them.

"I wanted him to be my brother Christian, she is a nice lady. I wish he was my brother. I really do."

"Hey soon enough we will have more family than we can count. Let's go and see Grammy T smack Kate and Elliot sencless. She likes a good big reason for buying a hat and they robbed her of just such a reason…"

"Umm, okay…"

"We are leaving tomorrow on honeymoon, now we don't have to track down Sandy…"

"Where are we going?"

"Wait and see Mrs Grey, wait and see…"


Sorry for delay I am in so much (insert a few swear words!) pain. I cannot write more than my left hand can type… Right handed and sore… read review please I will get back to you all I swear I will xxx