Ana POV
"Baby wake up," the most angelic voice whispers in my ear.
I'm having the best dream and I don't want to wake up.
I slowly open my eyes to access my surroundings. I look over and see Christian smiling and then look down at my wedding band.
It wasn't a dream after all.
I'm exhausted and I feel our car come to a complete stop and I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
Suddenly I feel the ground fall away from my feet and realize that Christian has scooped me up in his arms.
"Christian," I complain.
"I'm carrying you over our threshold," he says and kisses my forehead.
It's nearly midnight and I've slept for less than four hours in the last 48 hours. I've due back in the shop tomorrow and I don't know how I can keep Christian's hands off me. I need a break, well, my body does.
"Just let me make you feel good," my sexy husband says as I slip into bed in just his t-shirt as his hand skims down my thigh. "I'll be quick."
I've lost my will to say no and just nod and he slides down the bed and gets into position.
"You smell so good," he says as he inhales my scent resonating from my sex. "The best part is you are so wet, I knew you wanted this."
His masterful tongue goes to work slipping between my folds. I clutch the sheets and try to keep still.
"Oh my god," I moan and Christian continues as he slips a finger inside me.
"Christian," I call out.
"Tell me what you want Anastasia," he asks with such a seductive look.
"I want you to fuck me," I scream.
That didn't long to wake me up.
I'm rudely awoken by my alarm clock and I find that I'm alone. Christian left the sweetest love note saying that has much as he would love to stay in bed with me; he had to get to work just to prepare to leave again tomorrow for our honeymoon.
I glance at the clock and see that it's nearly 11 and I'm due to work in an hour so I hurry up and run into the shower. There is no need to unpack my bag as we are just getting ready to leave again tomorrow night. All I need is a comb and I don't want to rummage through my bag so I look in my drawer and then I see it and it all hits me.
I can feel the sweat start to build on my face and I feel like I'm going to get sick. I pull out my birth control pack and slowly open it not wanting to face reality. I look down and confirm what I was dreading. I have missed every pill since before we left for St. John. How could I be so stupid? I know I was in a panic to pack but how could I forget my birth control. I'm due to start my monthly cycle today so there is no way I can be pregnant, right? I mean I only missed four days of pills. Then all these thoughts start to cross my mind, could I be pregnant? If I am, will people think that's the only reason why Christian married me? Do I even want to be pregnant? Oh god, what am I going to tell Christian?
Christian POV
I haven't been able to focus at all today, I miss my wife. I can't wait to have her all to myself in just over 24 hours for three weeks. I was quite pleased when I was gone that Jack Jamieson really stepped and I think I'm going to have him take Roz's place. He has been with me for nearly as long as Roz was and he was another person whom I consider worthy to fill the large hole that was Roz. I call Jamieson into my office after lunch and we have a great conversation and he said that he's ready to take on the challenge.
My mom called earlier this morning asking that we come to dinner tonight so she can see me and her new daughter-in-law before we go on our honeymoon. She also said that she had some ideas for our reception next month. That reminds me and I call in the PR team to handle any rumors. I'm shocked that no one has become the wiser and hopefully it can stay that way until after we are safely in the air.
I texted Ana a few times today but she must be busy getting the store ready for her departure. I don't worry because when she's at work sometimes it takes a few hours for her to get back to me.
To surprise Ana, I called Neiman Marcus and have them send over three-weeks of clothes including swim wear, dresses, lingerie, shoes, jewelry and other clothing perfect for Europe this time of year. I said that money was no object and I think that Madison was pleased. I told her that everything needed to be packed in a new piece of luggage and delivered by tonight.
At 7, we arrive at the bookstore to pick up Ana for our dinner date at my parents. I notice there is a new face behind the counter and I introduce myself and she says that Ana has been in the office all day. I see the door is closed and that never happens, I knock on the door before I open it and find Ana and she's crying.
"Ana, what's wrong," I say closing the door behind me.
"I've just had a rough day," she responds trying to wipe her eyes. I can tell she's been crying for some time.
"Did something happen?"
"I'm not sure, at least not yet."
I have no idea what the hell she is talking about; she is really starting to scare me.
"Ana, please tell me so I can help you."
"I don't think there is anything you can do."
"Damn it Anastasia, just tell me."
"I think I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant?"
"I'm so sorry," she says as the tears begin to fall again.
Ana POV
I can't even look at him right now, I'm too upset and I worried about his reaction.
"What do you mean you think you are pregnant? Either you are or not? There's really no in between."
I look at his face and tell he's laughing and has the biggest grin on his face.
"You're not mad at me?"
"Anastasia, why would I be mad at you?"
"Because I'm pregnant; I mean, we never spoke about children."
"I could never be mad at you, I love you too much. Now, what did the doctor say?"
"I haven't seen the doctor, I mean I was supposed to start my period today and I haven't yet."
"So you don't know for sure?"
"No, I'm scared to find out."
"Why don't we go and get a test and find out?"
I grab my purse and Christian takes me hand as we head out toward the car.
Christian talks to Taylor before getting into the car and we head down the street to the local Rite Aid. Taylor gets out and heads inside.
Oh my god, I think I'm going to die, Taylor knows?
A few minutes later, Taylor returns carrying a little white bag.
The rest of the drive to the Grey's, I can't think straight. There are some many things running through my mind right now.
I guess I didn't realize that we arrived until Taylor opens my door to help me out. He hands me the white bag and gives me a smile.
Why is everyone else happy? I mean I'm probably not even pregnant so I'm making a bigger deal than I should be. I shove the bag into my purse just as Carrick and Grace come out the front door.
"There is my favorite daughter-in-law," Grace beams and gives me a hug and I clutch my purse as hard to me I can.
"It's nice to see you Grace," I say squeezing her back.
I look over and see Christian with this goofy grin on his face and I feel like I want to smack him.
We still haven't spoken and I can feel the elephant in the room getting larger and I can't take it any longer.
I excuse myself and head straight to the bathroom and lock the door, right in Christian's face.
"Ana, please let me in," he says quietly.
"Go away," I respond and pull the test out of the box and read the instructions. My hands are shaking. I don't know if I can do this.
I season the stick and put the lid back on and set it upside down on the counter.
Christian continues to knock and finally I let him in.
"Ana, I wanted to be in here while you took the test, what did it say," he says trying to read my face.
"It needs another minute or two," I say and sit down on the toilet seat.
Finally, I can't take it anymore and just hand Christian the test to give me the news.
I wait for him to read the test and I have to prepare for its outcome.
It's barely obvious, either it says pregnant or not pregnant, it's not a math equation.
I give up and look at him, he looks upset.
Shit, I knew it I'm pregnant.
