THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE KIND MESSAGES AND REVIEWS. PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING. I ALSO APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY IN GETTING THIS CHAPTER OUT TO YOU. I DID NOTICE A LOT OF PEOPLE WERE CHECKING IN TO SEE IF I HAD UPDATED SINCE THE CLIFF HANGER FROM CHAPTER 50. I WANTED TO MAKE SURE I DID THIS CHAPTER JUSTICE.
Now, Chapter 51
This is bad. This is very, very bad. I feel like I'm in a horror movie where the female victim always makes the wrong decision and runs upstairs instead of running out. Instead of turning the other way where my back would be facing out into the garage, my back is now facing the wall of the garage and I am between my car and Christian's R8. I'm trapped. The look in Ashley's eyes is of anger and pure hatred, but why? I haven't done anything to her. She was the one who was trying to warn me about Christian breaking my heart when she saw me at the Fairmont twice. She is still rolling the knife around in her hand and her eyes are locked on mine and she is shifting from foot to foot. I finally find my voice.
"Ashley, what's going on? What's this about? Have I done something to upset you?" Her eyes open a little wider and she is gripping the knife tighter. Do not take your eyes off of that knife, Linda. She leans her head from side to side, thinking about what I have asked her.
"Master can be a very bad man. His temper is to be feared. Master likes obedient girls. I angered him one time and he took it out on me," Ashley says with a flat tone to her voice. This woman has gone off the deep end. No wonder Rachel was concerned about her and feared for her safety. She looks like a lost, broken little girl right now. I need to figure out a way to get that knife from her before she hurts herself or worse yet, me or the baby.
"Ashley, why don't you calm down so we can talk about what is bothering you. I can tell something is upsetting you. Why don't you give me the knife and then we can talk, ok?" I ask then extend my hand out asking for the knife. Ashley takes a step towards me with the knife at her side but then suddenly changes her mind and holds the knife out in front of her, pointing it at me.
"No, it's mine. It will keep me safe. I'm the one in control, not you or Master. I AM IN CONTROL!" she screams and it echoes in the garage. I hold up my hands in defense mode.
"Calm down, Ashley. No one wants to hurt you. I just want to help you if you will let me. Don't do anything you will regret." Anger appears on Ashley's face again and her eyes narrow.
"Don't do anything I will regret? I already did something that I regret and look where it got me: I fell in love with Master. Master has ruined me for all other men, you know that, right? It's all Master's fault. How am I supposed to be with anyone else after him? He was easy to love. I fell in love with him and he threw me away. Master is a very dark man and you married him. You're just as much to blame as he is." Ashley takes a couple more steps towards me and I have nowhere to go but backwards between the cars. Surely Christian or someone is wondering why I haven't returned to the penthouse by now. Ashley isn't making any sense in her thinking or her talking.
"I still don't understand how any of this is my fault. I married him because I love him and he loves me. He is. . . " Ashley screams again and cuts me off.
"STOP! Just stop talking. You love him and he loves you? Master doesn't love anyone. All I wanted to do was wish him a happy birthday and spend a nice weekend with him but he rejected me. I thought he was falling for me like I fell for him. He had been so sweet and loving and then all of a sudden he got very angry and threw my gifts I bought for him to the floor and grabbed my arm. He then ordered me to the playroom where he told me he was going to punish me for violating my contract because I spoke out of turn and brought him gifts. He was always in his element in the playroom and looked so sexy in those worn jeans he would always wear and no shirt. Master caned me harder than he ever had and then he got a whip and gave me 10 lashes but it still felt so good. Master then dropped the whip, had sex with me and then told me to get dressed and leave the penthouse immediately. He hurt me and I intend to hurt him. I loved him and he rejected me and now I feel dead inside. I want him to feel what I'm feeling." Ashley suddenly lunges towards me with the knife over her head. As her arm comes down, I instinctively raise my arm to shield my face and upper body and she cuts me on my forearm. I shove Ashley and I stumble backwards and hit the wall, holding on to my bleeding arm. Just as Ashley comes at me again and it looks like she is going to finish me off, Luke and Taylor suddenly come flying over the hood of the R8 with their guns drawn and are standing in between me and Ashley with Christian walking up behind Ashley. I sink down and sit against the wall dazed and bleeding profusely,
"Sir, we told you to stay back and to let Luke and me handle this," Taylor says as both he and Luke have their guns drawn on Ashley. I'm now huddled up next to the R8. Not paying attention to either Taylor or Luke, I see Christian continue walking slowly up behind Ashley, standing taller and straighter than I have ever seen and I hear him whisper something to her. Her head suddenly turns and she is now looking at Christian with panic in her eyes and her breathing has increased. All of a sudden a small smile appears on her face, she drops the knife and falls to her knees with her head bowed. I see the smile creeping up from the corners of her mouth. SHIT. Ashley the submissive is in front of us now.
Taylor walks over, while still pointing his gun towards Ashley and picks up the knife with a handkerchief as he watches Christian standing over Ashley, looking down at her with anger, disgust, anguish; you name it his face shows it. Luke holsters his gun and drops down to check on me. My eyes are wide and fixed on Christian and what he is doing with Ashley. I'm seeing Christian in his element: a Dominant.
"Linda, are you hurt anywhere else?" Luke asks softly. I shake my head as I continue watching what is unfolding in front of me. Luke stands and helps me up from the garage floor. Taylor holsters his gun and looks back at Luke holding me up so I don't collapse. Taylor then untucks his white dress shirt quickly and rips off a long strip and wraps it around the wound on my arm to slow the bleeding. All three of us look up when we hear Christian on the phone telling someone that Ashley is here in the parking garage at Escala. Who is he talking to and why hasn't he checked on me?
"Luke, get Mrs. Grey out of here and take her to the hospital. Taylor, go with them," Christian says flatly and in a deeper voice as he continues to hover over Ashley. Taylor looks at Christian, angrily.
"Sir, you go with Luke and take Mrs. Grey to the hospital. I will stay here with Miss Cunningham and wait for the authorities." Christian shakes his head.
"Don't fucking argue with me, Jason. Get Linda the fuck out of here!" Christian yells at Taylor making Luke and myself jump.
"But, Sir," Taylor says. Christian jerks his head up and I can see the anger in his eyes. I have never seen this look before. Not even when he was mad about finding out I was pregnant.
"Just do what I fucking told you to do and get her the hell out of here! I've called Flynn and he will be here shortly," Christian yells, echoing in the garage. He called Flynn? What about the police?
"No! Come with me, please. I need you!" I yell at him as Luke helps me to my feet. I stumble slightly and Luke wraps his arm around me to help steady my wobbly legs.
"Taylor!" Christian yells. Taylor then slides across the hood of the R8 and I soon realize that I'm being pulled over the hood and put in the SUV on the other side of Christian's car. Luke gets in back with me and Taylor gets behind the wheel and starts the SUV and he backs quickly out of the parking space squealing the tires and speeds towards the exit of the garage. I didn't look up to see what Christian is now doing with Ashley as we were leaving. Taylor looks in the rearview mirror at us.
"Luke, how is she? How bad is the cut?" Taylor asks as he is driving North on I-5.
"It looks fairly deep, T and she is losing a lot of blood. She is very pale," Luke says and even I can hear the panic in his voice as I just stare out the window. Taylor speeds up the SUV getting us to the hospital. I can feel myself trying to go to sleep. Luke shakes me.
"Don't you dare go to sleep on me, Spike. Stay awake. You hear me? Keep those eyes open," Luke says forcefully. I can't help but try and laugh and when I do, I feel myself getting nauseous and my head is pounding. I close my eyes briefly and try to calm myself down. I open my eyes when I realize we are turning into the Emergency Room entrance of Northwest Hospital. Taylor quickly stops the SUV and jumps out. He opens the door and Luke climbs out first then helps me out. They take me into the emergency room and when I look up, I see Grace. Thank God she is on duty tonight. She sees us and runs over.
"Dear God, Linda. What happened?" She asks as I'm immediately lead back to an examination room with Taylor and Luke on either side of me.
"She was attacked in the Escala parking garage, Dr. Trevelyan-Grey. She was cut with a rather large knife," Taylor explains. Grace leads us into a room and I'm helped up onto the exam table by Luke.
"Let's take a look at your arm, Linda, and see how bad it is. Gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside the curtain, please," Grace says to Taylor and Luke. They continue to look at me with worry and concern. I can tell they don't want to leave me but I tell them I will be alright. They nod and step out. Grace has me lie back on the exam table and slowly unwraps the bandage. She cringes. Another Dr. comes in to assess the situation.
"Dr. Daniels, this is my daughter-in-law, Linda Grey," Grace introduces us.
"Sorry we have to meet under these circumstances. Let's see what we have here." He looks over the deep cut and sighs.
"It's a fairly large gash, Linda. We're going to flush the wound out to help prevent infection then we will get you stitched up. I also recommend a tetanus shot. When did you last have one?" How am I supposed to remember that?
"I'm not sure," I say weakly. "Maybe 15 years ago? I really can't remember. But I have to tell you that I'm almost 12 weeks pregnant. Is it safe to get a tetanus shot?" He nods as a nurse comes in and goes to a cabinet to take out some saline and some gauze bandages. She rolls a table over, covers it with a towel and a sheet and has me rest my elbow on it. She starts flushing the wound out. Grace is holding my other hand.
"Yes, Linda. It's perfectly safe to get a tetanus shot. Can you tell me what happened?"
"I went down to the garage of my apartment building to get something out of my car when this woman came up from behind me wielding this butcher knife. She said some things to me and the next thing I knew she was coming at me with the knife. I raised my arm to protect myself and that's when she cut me." Grace squeezes my hand tighter.
"I want to also get a fetal heart monitor in here and check the baby as well. You didn't fall or lose consciousness did you?" Dr. Daniels asks. The nurse leaves to get the heart monitor.
"No. I just slid down the wall of the garage and sat on the floor. I was sick to my stomach." The Dr. then takes my blood pressure and I know this isn't going to be good. His eyes widen.
"190/94 is not good. That is bordering on a stroke. Are you on any medication for your blood pressure?" I shake my head.
"We're going to hook you up to an IV and give you some medication to help bring your blood pressure down. I want to keep you here for a few hours to monitor you, as well as get you stitched up. I'm afraid you're looking at about 10 to 20 stitches to close that wound. You're very lucky that the knife didn't knick an artery or go any deeper than it did and cut muscle or tendons. I'll send the plastic surgeon in as soon as the nurse is finished. Do you have any questions for me, Linda?" I shake my head.
"I'll leave you to relax and get some rest. I'll be back later to look in on you. You're in good hands with Grace here." I smile and then he leaves. Grace continues holding my hand and smiles down at me. The nurse begins cleaning the gash on my arm and another is putting the IV in my other arm. Grace gets a syringe and gives me my tetanus shot. Grace then looks at me and she has anger written all over her face.
"Who attacked you and where is that son of mine? I thought he'd be here with you," she asks. How the hell do I tell her that he is back at Escala watching over a crazy ex submissive who attacked me?
"It was some woman and Christian was waiting for the authorities to come talk to him in regards to the attack. I don't know if he will be here before we have to leave or not." That's as evasive as I can be.
"That's ridiculous. He should be here with you. His security could have stayed behind and taken care of that. I have half a notion to call him and tell him to get up here. What was he thinking?" Another nurse comes in with what I'm guessing is the fetal heart monitor. She explains that it is an ultrasound transducer that is placed on my stomach and that it conducts the sounds of the fetal heartbeat to the computer. The rate and pattern of the fetal heartbeat are showing on the computer screen and is printing onto special graph paper. Grace walks over and is looking at what is coming out of the computer.
"That's a good strong, heartbeat the baby has. Everything sounds and looks fine. Even your blood pressure is looking better. It's still high but it is starting to come down," Grace says. I close my eyes and sigh in relief. The nurse finishes cleaning up my arm and then informs Grace she will tell the Dr. she is finished and that the plastic surgeon will be down shortly. Grace steps out and I can hear her talking to Sawyer and Taylor. I can't quite make out what she is saying but I did hear Christian's name and "Where the hell is he." I'm replaying the night's events in my mind and I can't believe what I saw. When Christian came up behind Ashley and she turned around she first had a look of fear in her eyes but the more she looked at him a small smile formed on her mouth and she soon lowered her head. Christian just stood over her, hovering, looking like he was protecting her, even after she attacked me. That is what I'm upset about. I'm not upset so much about the stuff she told me about her and Christian's last encounter before he terminated her contract. Even though everything that happened was all done consensually, I still didn't really want to hear any of it. What wife wants those images in her head? I close my eyes to try and relax.
I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but when I open my eyes I realize I'm not down in the emergency room anymore, but I'm now in a private room. Grace and another nurse are looking at my chart and at the fetal heart monitor. Grace looks over and sees that I'm awake and smiles.
"How long have I been asleep and when was I moved?" I ask sleepily. I look across the room and see Sawyer sitting in a chair by the door. I ask if Christian is here yet and both he and Grace shake their heads no. I sigh.
"You've only been asleep about 45 minutes and you have been up here about 30 minutes. I asked for you to be moved up here to give you some privacy and to get some rest. The plastic surgeon is on his way now to stitch up your arm. I talked to him before you were moved out of the ER. He's the best we have on staff and you're lucky he is on call tonight. He normally isn't but he is filling in for someone." I see why Christian loves his mother so much. She is kind, nurturing and caring. There is a knock on the door and a Dr. enters.
"Good evening, Mrs. Grey. I'm Dr. Davis and I'm the plastic surgeon who is going to take care of you. Let's have a look at your arm," he says as he removes the bandage wrapped around the wound. He looks at it and nods his head.
"Well, fortunately it isn't as deep as I feared but it is about an eight to ten inch long gash and that will take quite a few stitches to close the wound. I will keep the stiches small to minimize scaring as much as possible. Don't worry. When it heals you will hardly be able to tell there was ever an injury there. Hang tight and I will be back shortly," he says and pats and squeezes my shoulder. He turns to walk out of the room and when Luke opens the door to let him out, in runs Christian, looking panicked and out of breath. Christian flinches a little when he looks at his mother and she is letting him know silently that she isn't happy with him at the moment. He runs across the room to kiss me and give me a hug.
"I want to see you out in the hallway after you have spoken to Linda, Christian. It's not a request." Grace is mad as she turns to leave the room, along with Sawyer. Chicken. Christian pulls up a stool to the side of my bed and takes hold of my hand. I see the fear in his eyes.
"Baby, I got here as fast as I could. I've been scared out of my mind. How are you?" He asks before kissing my hand.
"I shouldn't have been waiting on you at all. You should have come with me and made Taylor or Sawyer stay behind to wait for the police to come and arrest Ashley, which I'm assuming they did. I hope she rots in jail." Christian sighs.
"No, baby. She is on her way to a psychiatric hospital in Spokane that Flynn recommended. She desperately needs help." Excuse me?
"She needs help? I needed help and I needed you here with me! I've been scared out of my mind. You mean to tell me that the police didn't arrest her or they were never called? Why was Flynn involved?" Before Christian can answer my questions, Dr. Davis returns in his scrubs and a nurse is behind him wheeling in a small cart. Christian stands and shakes hands with the Dr.
"Mr. Grey. I'm Dr. Davis. It's good to meet you. We're going to take excellent care of your wife and get her stitched up as fast as we can so she can go home and rest. I explained to her and to your mother that fortunately the wound isn't too deep but it is deep enough and it is long. I won't know how many stitches it will take to close it until after I get started." Christian's face goes pale and grimaces as he gets his first look at my arm. Grace steps back into the room and tells Christian to go with her so the Dr. can stitch me up. Christian looks at me and I nod. He gets up and goes out with Grace and leaves me alone with the Dr.
Forty five minutes and twenty stitches later I'm finally stitched up and resting comfortably. The fetal monitor is still attached and the only comfort I have felt these last couple of hours is hearing the heartbeat of our son. Christian comes back into the room and sits down beside me on the bed. I want to be mad at him for not coming with me to the hospital but all I feel right now is disappointment. Christian is playing with my rings as he is looking at the bandage on my arm.
"Baby, I'm so sorry this happened to you and I'm so relieved you weren't hurt worse than you are. I was so scared when I saw Ashley with the knife getting ready to hurt you again," Christian says as he leans down and kisses me on my forehead. I sigh
"Well, it's not every day that someone wields a knife at you. I did what anyone would have done to protect themselves. She had some interesting things to say about you and your "time" together though," I say as I look at his grey eyes. He closes his eyes and lowers his head and sighs.
"She isn't in a stable frame of mind at the moment. That's why I called Flynn. He is sending her to a facility in Spokane to get her the help she needs. He recommended this the other day I talked to him," Christian says then immediately regrets telling me.
"Why would you be talking to Flynn about Ashley? Why do I have the feeling that you are keeping something from me?" I say.
"Ashley went missing right after the picnic. Rachel, her aunt, hadn't heard from her since that night," Christian says softly. WHAT THE HELL?
"I talked to Rachel at school. She had been crying and I asked her what was wrong and she told me she hadn't heard from Rachel in days. You knew this ahead of time and didn't tell me?" I pull my hand from his grasp.
"I really thought we would find her before she hurt herself or hurt someone. None of us had any idea how far gone she really was and we're shocked she resorted to violence. I was only trying to protect you. I didn't want you to worry. I knew something was wrong when you didn't come right back upstairs. Taylor Sawyer and I got down there as fast as we could. I should have never let you go down to the garage by yourself. This is all my fault." I sigh and look back at Christian.
"Christian, I'm not blaming you for what happened but I'm furious that you didn't warn me, your wife, about a potentially violent woman wandering the streets of Seattle and furthermore, I'm furious with you for not coming with me to the hospital. I was scared, Christian. My blood pressure was through the roof and I didn't know what was going to happen to me or the baby. I needed you with me but you chose to stay behind to hover over an ex. . . ." I stop talking when there is a knock at the door and its Taylor and Sawyer. I wipe a tear away that has fallen down on my cheek.
"Sir, can we have a word with you out in the hall, please?" Taylor asks.
"Whatever you have to say can be said here, Taylor. What is it?" Christian asks flatly.
"Paps are out front, Sir. Lots of them. We tried to keep a lid on this but obviously someone tipped them off. Right now the best way out when Mrs. Grey is released is through the rear. No one has figured out to camp at the service entrance yet," Taylor says.
"Shit. Alright. Keep me posted and keep watch on that exit. We should know soon when we can go home," Christian says as he rubs his face. Taylor looks at me and gives me a small smile.
"How are you feeling, Mrs. Grey? You look better."
"I'm fine. Thanks for taking care of me earlier."
"You're most welcome. Let us know if you need anything." I nod and Taylor and Sawyer leave the room. All the fight has gone out of me at the moment. I don't want to continue our conversation we were having before Taylor interrupted us. Christian takes my hand and brings it to his lips and kisses it. I remain quiet as Christian looks at me with sorrow, fear, and possibly regret in his eyes. He looks over at the fetal heart monitor and is looking and listening to it with fascination. A small smile does come onto his face as he listens to our son's heartbeat.
"He sounds strong, doesn't he? He's a fighter like his mother," Christian says. I smile and nod. Dr. Davis, Dr. Daniels and Grace enter the room. Christian stands and greets Dr. Daniels and thanks him for taking care of me when I first got here.
"You're most welcome, Mr. Grey. I came to give you two some good news. You have been discharged. You can go home as soon as you get changed. Keep the bandage dry as much as possible and come back in a week and we will check the wound to see how it is healing," Dr. Daniels says. Dr. Davis steps forward.
"Mr. Grey, like I told you wife, I made the stitches as small as possible to help reduce scaring. You shouldn't be able to tell there was an injury at all in about six to eight weeks. Do either of you have any questions?" I nod.
"Will I be able to go to work tomorrow?"
"I don't see why not. Just be careful and no heavy lifting," Dr. Davis says.
"If you have any questions, concerns or if there are any complications, please call either one of us or come back to the ER. Have a good evening." Both Dr.'s shake our hands and turn to leave. Grace has a small bag in her hands.
"Sawyer went back to the penthouse to get you a change of clothes since there was blood all over what you were wearing," Grace says as she hands Christian the bag.
"I'll help her, Mom. Thanks for all you've done this evening," Christian says as he kisses her cheek. She touches his face and gives him a tight smile. I wonder what she said to him earlier in the hall?
"You're most welcome. Get your wife home and take care of her and my grandchild. I will talk to both of you tomorrow," Grace says as she gives me a hug and then leaves the room. Christian then helps me get changed so we can go home. Once I'm dressed, Taylor comes in to tell us we will have to use the service door to leave the hospital as more paparazzi have gathered out in front of the hospital. A nurse comes in with a wheelchair and my discharge papers as well as a prescription for pain killers that are safe for the baby. We make our way down to the ground floor to leave and go back to Escala. Sawyer hands me something from the front seat: it's the recording of my single.
"Thanks for getting this, Luke. I appreciate it." I put it on the seat next to me.
"You're welcome. I got it out of the car when I went back for your change of clothes. I made arrangements for your car to be towed away as well. It should already be gone by the time we get back. You didn't need a reminder of what happened this evening," Luke says.
"Thanks for taking care of that, Luke. We appreciate it," Christian says. Luke nods and turns back around to look out the windshield while Taylor drives us back to the penthouse. We get back to Escala and see some photographers out front of the building. Taylor quickly goes around to the garage entrance. He parks next to the R8 and I notice that my car is already gone.
"I'll make arrangements tomorrow to have it replaced. You will have a new one by tomorrow evening," Christian says as he holds my hand and kisses it.
"Thank you. I don't know if I could have driven it anymore knowing what happened to it and who did it," I say as I look at Christian. We need to finish our conversation from earlier but I'm too tired and just want to go to bed. Other than that one tear that slide down my cheek earlier, I don't think the events of the evening have hit me yet. I guess I'm still in shock.
Once we entered the penthouse, Gail runs over to hug me and then looks at my arm. She looks like she has been crying.
"Gail, I'm fine, really. Please don't cry."
"I've been so worried about you. Luke filled me in when he came back for your clothes. Twenty stitches?" I nod and she puts her hand over her mouth. She then looks at the large bandage covering my arm.
"It's all over now. I'm just going to get ready to go to bed. I'm suddenly very tired," I say. Christian starts to go with me but I tell him I want to be alone. He starts to argue but I raise an eyebrow and he backs down.
"I'll be in my office if you need me. I need to speak to Taylor and Sawyer anyway. I'll be in later." Christian walks over and kisses me short and sweetly. I give him a small tight smile and turn and go to the bedroom and shut the door so I can take a shower and get ready for bed.
CHRISTIAN POV
What a cluster fuck tonight has been. What started as a happy evening sure went to hell fast. I still can't believe Ashley resorted to violence to help her deal with her mental issues. That was totally unexpected. Taylor and Luke sit in the chairs in front of my desk. I walk over to my bar and pour three glasses of bourbon. I hand a glass each to Taylor and Luke and then I go sit behind my desk and down my drink in one gulp. The burn is a welcome distraction.
"Miss Cunningham is now in the care of Eastern State Hospital in Spokane. Dr. Flynn says she has had some kind of psychotic break. He also thinks she is still fixated on me since I ended our contract abruptly a couple of years ago," I tell Taylor and Luke. I get up to get me another drink. I know in the back of my mind Ashley attacking Linda is all my fault.
"Sir, if I may," Taylor asks. I nod. "I can see that you are struggling with tonight's events. This wasn't your fault. Miss Cunningham has never been violent before this evening and none of us could have predicted what would happen. She hid her whereabouts from all of us." Christian sighs.
"I hear what you're saying and I appreciate it. I'm just glad we got down there in time. I can't bring myself to think what would have happened if we hadn't made it to the garage in time." I pour me another drink. I hold the bottle up for Taylor and Luke. They both shake their heads.
"I'd like to have cameras installed in the garage. How can we get this done, Taylor?"
"Sir, the garage is a public area. We can't get permission to do that. It would be an invasion of privacy to the other tenants of the building if we installed them. It would have to come from building management," Taylor says. I nod. Since when do we play by the rules?
"Linda said that Ashley told her some things about me and our time together. We were interrupted by the Dr. and never finished that conversation. Shit, I can only imagine what Ashley told her. I know she is mentally unstable right now, but can we somehow remind her that her NDA is still in effect and that she needs to keep her damn mouth shut?" Luke speaks up.
"She obviously didn't care about the NDA if she told Mrs. Grey information about your relationship, but my recommendation would be to hold off on threatening her with violation of the terms of her contract and the NDA she signed until she is in a more stable frame of mind." I nod in agreement.
"I wonder what, if anything, her aunt, Rachel Collins, knows about my history with Ashley?"
"I'd be happy to speak to Miss Collins on your behalf, if that's alright with you, Sir? Also, may I make a suggestion? Wouldn't it be a good idea to have Miss Collins transferred to another building away from Mrs. Grey?" Luke asks.
"I hadn't thought about that. That's an excellent idea. I will call Waldorf myself tomorrow and take care of that. Better yet, I will call right now and have the change implemented immediately. The sooner she is gone, the better. Linda doesn't need any more reminders of my past." I dismiss Taylor and Luke and call the superintendent of Waldorf and explain the situation to him and that Rachel Collins needs to be transferred to another building. At first he refused, but when I promised a large donation would be made to assist the Pre-K department, he agreed. Money always talks.
Since being together, Linda and I have never gone to bed angry at each other but I have a feeling tonight is the first time. I could tell earlier she didn't want me to go help her get settled in the bedroom before going to bed. I fucking screwed up royally by not having Taylor or Luke stay behind with Ashley until Dr. Flynn and the nurse arrived to take her away. Linda was right: I should have been with her at the hospital. I make my way to the bedroom and slowly open the door. I see that Linda is as far as she can be on her side of the bed, asleep. She has her arm propped up on a pillow. I sit down in the chair on her side of the bed and watch her sleep. She looks so peaceful. I can see frown lines in between her eyes and I wonder what she is dreaming about or is she in pain? I can only imagine what is going through her mind. I kiss her, pet Maggie, who is actually in her own bed, and then walk to the bathroom to get ready for a restless night.
LINDA POV
I wake up the next day with a horrendous headache and pain in my arm. I guess that's to be expected after being attacked by a psychotic ex submissive out for revenge. I roll over to see Christian is still sleeping. I look at the clock and it's already 6:45 am. CRAP. I get up quickly and head to the bathroom to somehow take a shower with this hideous bandage. I tried last night but I gave up and just took a sponge bath. The Dr. sent me home with this plastic sleeve to put over my arm to keep it dry. It's really used for casts but it should work just fine. I climb in the shower and let the water run over me before washing my hair. I still feel like I'm in shock about what happened last night. I only had that single tear fall while talking to Christian at the hospital and that's it.
I step out of the shower, dry myself off and put my robe on. I towel dry my hair then use the blow dryer to finish the job. As I finish, Christian comes into the bathroom. He walks over and pulls me into a tight hug.
"Christian, I can't breathe," I say while crushed to his body. He releases his grip a little and apologizes.
"Baby, I'm so sorry for what happened last night. We never finished our conversation we started at the hospital. Do you want to talk now?" Christian is looking deeply into my eyes and all I see from his is sadness.
"No, I don't want to talk about it before going to work. If you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed," I say pushing away from him and going back to the bedroom. I go into the closet and find a charcoal gray batwing top with a chain attached to the neck. It's loose enough and shouldn't bother my bandage too much. I put it with my black skinny jeans and boots. Christian emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and towel drying his hair. I know he is doing this on purpose. If I wasn't so upset right now, I'd consider yanking that towel off of him and having my way with him. I brush my hair and walk out of the bedroom. I make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a bagel to take with me.
"Good morning, Mrs. Grey. How are you feeling today? What would you like to eat?"
"Good morning, Gail. I'm alright, I guess. Just in a hurry. I'll eat this bagel in the car on my way to school and then take my medicine. Thanks anyway," I say and I can see sadness in Gail's eyes but she still manages to smile. Luke appears from Taylor's office.
"Good morning, Linda. Are you ready to go?" I nod.
"Yes, I am. Let's go," I say handing my backpack to Sawyer and picking up my purse. Christian comes out of the bedroom and walks across the great room towards me.
"Take care today and don't work too hard. I'll see you this evening," Christian says as he kisses my cheek. I start walking towards the door when Christian says, "I love you." That makes my stop in my tracks. I was about to leave for work mad and that is something you shouldn't do. I walk back to him and kiss him gently on the lips.
"I love you too. I just need some space right now. We'll talk tonight. Don't forget we're supposed to go to your parents this evening," I say as I turn to walk out of the penthouse with Luke behind me. As we enter the garage and walk towards the SUV, I freeze when I see the empty space where my car used to be. As I stand there looking, all I can see in my mind is Christian standing over Ashley as she is on her knees with her head down. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jump. It's just Luke.
"You alright, Linda? Are you sure you're up to teaching today? No one would blame you for staying home." Luke stands in front of me. I shake those images out of my head.
"I'm fine. Let's go," I say flatly and walk to the SUV and climb into the passenger seat. I must have been in another world because when I look through the windshield, Luke is pulling into the parking lot of the school.
"We're here, Linda. I'll get your things for you," Luke says as he climbs out and opens the back door to retrieve my backpack and purse.
"Thanks, Luke. I'll see you later." I walk in the building and go straight to my room, trying to avoid as many people as possible. Walking to the cafeteria I have to pass by the office. I see a few people standing in the hallway talking. When I get close to them I hear someone say something about Rachel and how she will be missed.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but did I hear you say something about Rachel?" One of the teachers looks at me and nods. She then looks down and sees my arm bandaged up. I try to hide it as best as I can.
"Yes, we're afraid that Miss Collins has been suddenly transferred to the kindergarten building at the other campus." I look at her confused.
"Really? Why? When did this happen?"
"It happened last night. We just now found out about it. What happened to your arm?" One of the other teachers asks.
"Um, I had an accident in the garage at Escala. It's just a few stitches. I'll be fine. Have a good day," I say and walk away quickly. I have a feeling that Christian had something to do with Rachel's transfer. But in all fairness, I think it's a good thing she isn't here anymore. We wouldn't feel comfortable around each other anyway since what happened with Ashley.
It's 11:00 am and as I am sitting at my table working with some kids, I feel like someone is looking at me. I look up to see Christian and Taylor standing at the door to our room and Christian is holding a sack in his hand. I get up and walk towards them as they step inside. Addison, a cute little blonde girl in our class who talks 90 MPH, runs up to Christian and looks up at him.
"You're tall," she says with a straight face. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laughter. Christian looks down at Addison.
"You're short," he says monotone. I close my eyes and shake my head. I open them to see Taylor trying to hide his laughter as well. That's the father of my unborn child. Addison sees me walking up to Christian and runs to hug my leg.
"Who's that, Mrs. Grey?"
"The one you said was tall is my husband. That's Mr. Grey." She looks at Taylor and points.
"Who's that? His friend? He's scary looking," Addison says. I bend my head down and I can't help but laugh.
"That's Mr. Taylor and yes, he is Mr. Grey's friend. He's not scary. I promise." Taylor puts his hand out and surprisingly Addison takes it and shakes it. She then runs away and goes back to whatever she was doing. I look at the sack and point.
"This is a pleasant surprise. What's in the sack?" I ask.
"Well, you forgot to take a lunch this morning so I decided to pick something up and thought we could eat together. When can you eat?" He has the sweetest look on his face. When he looks like that, I can't resist him. So much for being mad at him.
"In just a few minutes actually. There are some picnic tables outside. Why don't you go out there and as soon as we walk the class to lunch, I will join you," I say with a slight smile. He leans down and kisses me gently on the cheek.
"I've only thought of you all morning, baby. I love you and wanted to be with you," he whispers in my ear. I don't have a chance when he speaks to me in that low, deep, seductive voice. I shake my head to regain my composure.
"Go on outside. The bell is about to ring and it will get chaotic quickly. I will be out there in a few minutes." Christian nods and he and Taylor go outside. After walking the class to the cafeteria, I walk outside to see Christian sitting by himself with our lunch spread out on the picnic table. I look around for Taylor.
"Where did Taylor go?"
"He took his lunch back to the SUV so we could eat alone and talk in private. Please, sit," Christian says. I look down to see what he brought. He went to the deli that is just down from GEH. He brought me my favorite turkey on white sandwich, chips and lemonade. I didn't realize I was so hungry until I took my first bite of my sandwich. I then reach into my picket and pull out a pain pill. I swallow it and take a drink. Christian is looking at me with concern.
"How is your arm today? Is it hurting much?"
"It's not too bad. I haven't done a whole lot of lifting today. I've been taking it easy."
"Good. I don't want you overdoing it. I called Mom this morning and told her we would still be over for dinner tonight if you're still up to going? We're supposed to be there at 7:00."
"I will be. Are you nervous about telling them we are having a boy?" I ask taking another bite of my sandwich.
"No, not at all. They are just so excited about having a grandchild. They both thought Elliott would be the first to give them one. Hell, he probably has children all over Seattle and no one knows it." I laugh.
"I can't believe you said that but he is a bit of a horn dog, isn't he?" Christian laughs and nods.
"That's putting it mildly. I also wanted to talk to you about Rachel. I guess you know she isn't here anymore?" I nod.
"I heard she was transferred to teach Kindergarten. I guess you had something to do about that?" He puts his sandwich down, looks down at his hands and sighs.
"I did. I didn't want her working here with you. I didn't want her to be a constant reminder to you for what happened last night." Christian takes both of my hands and holds them tightly. "I'm so sorry, Linda. I've been a complete wreck since last night. Just seeing Ashley standing there holding that knife and you covered in blood almost made me have a heart attack. I couldn't have lived with myself if something would have happened to you and the baby." Christian comes around and sits on my side of the bench and takes me into his arms, holding me tightly. He releases me then takes my face in his hands.
"I also made an appointment for you with Dr. Flynn today at 5:30. I'm worried about you. He wants to talk to you about what happened last night. I hope you won't be mad at me but I told him you haven't reacted to the attack at all. You're holding it in and you need to let it out. It's not good for you or the baby. He agreed I could sit in on the session with you if that's alright."
"Christian, I've never talked to a psychiatrist before. Just because I haven't curled up into a tight ball and cried my eyes out doesn't make me a candidate for a shrink. I'm fine, really I am." I feel myself starting to get angry.
"Look, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you. When Mom pulled me out into the hallway last night to chew me out for not being there, she then told me how high your blood pressure was when you were brought in and went on to say it was a miracle you didn't have a small stroke. She was pretty mad at me for not letting my security team handle the situation and she made me promise to look out for you and keep you safe, calm and healthy. Will you please just go see Flynn with me this evening? I don't want to break my promise to my mother. She may be a small woman, but she has a killer temper. I know, I saw it plenty of times growing up." I chuckle softly then look into those grey eyes. It's hard staying mad at this man for very long.
"Yes, I'll go with you. I don't know how much good it will do but I will try." Christian smiles and kisses me. We clean up from lunch and he walks me back into the building to my classroom.
"I will be home at 5:00 and we will go together to Flynn's then to my parent's for dinner. God, I love you so much," Christian says while playing with a strand of my hair.
"I love you too. Last night I went to bed angry. That was a first for me. My mom told me never go to bed mad and to always settle your differences before going to sleep. I just wasn't ready to talk about what happened."
"I know, baby. I completely understand. I didn't make things easy by staying behind, which is one of the things I want to discuss tonight with Flynn." Maybe this won't be such a bad thing. I do have some questions about Christian's previous lifestyle that Flynn might be able to help with. He will be the neutral third party.
"Thank you for lunch. It was an unexpected treat."
"Thanks isn't necessary. I love having lunch with my wife and I wanted to be with you. I will see you at home a little after 5:00. I love you," Christian says rubbing his nose on mine. It makes me laugh.
"I love you too. See you later," I say as I lean up to kiss him. Christian looks around quickly then kisses me deeply. I break the kiss when I hear kids coming down the hall. Christian laughs.
"I guess I better get used to interruptions from our little one when the time comes, but I don't like sharing, Mrs. Grey." I laugh.
"You'll get used to it quickly. See you at home." He winks at me then turns to leave. I feel a little weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I still need to understand why he stayed behind, but once I hear his side of it, who knows how I will feel.
I get back to Escala a little after 4:00 pm and I have time to sit and relax until Christian gets home. As I'm sitting on the couch looking out over Seattle, I look in my purse and find the CD of my single. I haven't heard it yet. I wonder how different I sound on a recording? I pull out my laptop and put the CD in. Before I hit play, Gail walks down the stairs.
"Good afternoon, Linda. I hope you had a pleasant day." She walks over to me.
"It wasn't too bad. Christian surprised me with lunch today. In my eagerness to get out of here this morning, I forgot to pack my lunch."
"That was thoughtful of him. I'll let you continue relaxing. If you need anything, please let me know," Gail says and turns around to walk towards the kitchen.
"Gail, wait. I have a copy of my song I recorded yesterday. Will you listen to it and give me your honest opinion?"
"I'd love to hear it. Luke said you did a really good job." I roll my eyes.
"He doesn't get out much, does he? Have a seat and tell me what you think," I pat the cushion next to me for Gail to sit down. I hit play and sit back to watch her reaction. When I start singing, Gail's mouth flies open and she covers it with her hand.
"That's you?" she whispers. I nod. I don't recognize my voice at all. I tried putting my own spin and my own voice inflections into the song and I'm really surprised by how it sounds. Who knew I could sound so sexy? When the song ends, Gail is grinning ear to ear.
"I've never heard you sing before. You sound so different. You're really good, Linda. Oh my. Thank you for sharing that with me. What did Mr. Grey think of it? I bet he loved it."
"Well, I never got around to playing it for him last night. Things got a little chaotic if you remember." Gail nods. "I'll play it for him tonight on our way to Flynn's office or when we drive to his parents," I say to Gail. She pats my leg and tells me job well done and goes back to work. I hear the door open and I expect it to be Christian but it's Luke. When did he leave?
"Your new car has arrived, Linda. I've been down in the garage receiving it. Here are the keys." He hands them to me and tells me it looks just like my other one. I thank him and he goes back to Taylor's office. About ten minutes later Christian and Taylor appear. Taylor takes Christian's briefcase and takes it to his office and Christian walks over to me and leans over the back of the couch and kisses me soundly.
"How was the rest of your day, baby? You didn't do too much did you?" Christian asks.
"It was fine and no I didn't do too much. After lunch we always put them down for a nap. Naptime is the best time of the day. I can relax in peace and quiet for a while." Christian looks at me funny.
"Naptime? They take naps at school?" Christian looks confused.
"Um, yes they take naps at school. They're four. They're still babies in a way and they need a nap." After saying this, I realized that Christian wouldn't have known about naptime in preschool. He probably never went to preschool. When he was four, he was dealing with abuse, neglect and the death of his mother.
"Did you not go to school when you were four?" I go ahead and ask, hoping and praying I don't upset him. He sadly shakes his head.
"No, I never went to school before my mother died. After Grace and Carrick adopted me and I wouldn't talk, I was homeschooled until I started talking at age six." He looks so sad. I touch Christian's cheek and he leans into my hand.
"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry," I say kissing him on the lips.
"You didn't baby. It is what it is. I'm going to take a really fast shower and then we will go. Be back in a few minutes." Christian walks towards the bedroom and heads to the bathroom. He cut me off rather quickly talking about his childhood. I don't blame him. I can't imagine the horror and the trauma he went through when he was a little boy. I can't imagine being beaten into silence and not talking for almost two years.
Christian is showered and dressed in 15 minutes and we are out the door. We get in his R8 and head to Dr. Flynn's office. Christian notices the arrival of my replacement car.
"I see your car arrived. I'm glad they were able to locate one close by, well if you can call Spokane close by," Christian says matter of factly.
"Luke took receipt of it before you got home. I haven't even looked at it," I say not even looking at Christian. I keep my gaze out towards downtown Seattle. I feel his hand take hold of mine.
"You have to open up tonight, Linda. I can tell that this whole ordeal is weighing on you. If you won't talk to me, please talk to Flynn. He wants to help." I just look at him and nod. In just a few minutes we are parking in the lot of Flynn's office building. When we get upstairs we are greeted by his receptionist. She smiles at Christian and tells us to have a seat. After a few minutes, Dr. Flynn's office door opens and a woman comes out. She has a Kleenex in her hand and she is drying her eyes. Dr. Flynn sees us and motions for us to come in. I hesitate but Christian takes my hand and we go into his office.
"Christian, Linda. It's good to see you. Please have a seat." Flynn motions for us to sit on his large brown leather couch. I look around and he has a nice comfortable office. Potted plants are near the windows, the large couch we are sitting on, a leather wingback chair across from us that Flynn sits down in and an end table next to him as well as next to us.
"Linda, first let me say that I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you last night and I'm glad you weren't hurt any worse than you are. How are you feeling today?" Typical question of a psychiatrist, I'm sure.
"I'm alright I guess. Please forgive me, but I've never talked to a psychiatrist before. I'm not sure how to behave or to act." Flynn looks at me and smiles sympathetically.
"Act however makes you comfortable, Linda. Just relax and talk as much or as little as you want to. I'm sure Christian told you that I wanted to see you today." I nod. "Good. Christian is worried that you haven't shown any emotion towards being attacked last night and he is afraid you might be holding it in. Do you think that's the case?" I sigh.
"Maybe, I don't know. I've never been a great talker. My late husband always accused me of bottling up my feelings and emotions up and not expressing them. I would often think he would pick fights with me on purpose just to get me to react and talk to him," I laugh thinking back to some of our arguments.
"Well that is one way of getting someone to open up. Can you tell us what you are feeling in regards to what happened?" Flynn asks.
"Anger, confusion, sadness, betrayal," after mentioning betrayal, Christian's head snaps to look at me.
"Betrayal? Why do you feel betrayed, baby?" Did he really just ask why?
"I feel betrayed because my husband chose to stay behind to babysit an ex-lover instead of going with his wife to the hospital after she was attacked with a knife." I didn't mean to sound so cold but if these two want me to talk then I have to be honest. Christian looks down at his shoes while holding my hand. I try to pull it out but he holds it tighter.
"You have no idea how much I regret my decision to stay behind with Ashley while my security took you to the hospital and I'm so very sorry for that. But help me out here. How does betrayal fit into this?"
"Whatever you whispered to Ashley before she fell to her knees is exactly what she wanted to hear. She was becoming your submissive again and you stood over her, hovered over her looking like you were protecting her and you didn't once check on me. Not one time. That's why I feel betrayed, Christian. I'm furious you chose your ex-submissive over me. This was the conversation we were starting to have last night before the Dr. interrupted us. I'm hurt and I'm angry. Once again your past has come back and has hurt me yet again." I'm literally shaking while sitting here because I'm so mad. Flynn speaks up.
"Christian, do you want to explain to Linda why you felt you had to do what you did or do you want me to?" I look at Christian briefly and he shakes his head and says he will tell me. I can tell he is really struggling with whatever he wants to say.
"Linda, when Taylor, Luke and I made it to the garage and we saw Ashley standing over you with that knife, I died a thousand deaths on the spot. When Ashley turned around and looked at me I saw something in her eyes and I knew I had to take advantage of it to save you. I went into my Dominant persona and told her to kneel. When she hesitated for those few seconds I didn't think she would do it, but I was relieved when she went down to her knees. I never wanted you to witness that but it was the only way I knew of at that moment to protect you and our baby." Christian gets up and rubs his hand through his hair with his other hand on his hip walking away from me. He takes in a deep breath and continues.
"Part of my role as a Dominant was to protect and look out for the health and well-being of my submissives. There are Doms out there that don't give a rat's ass about how their subs are feeling, physically or mentally, but I cared. I knew Ashley was having some sort of psychotic break when I saw the anger on her face when we made it to the garage. I stood over her to protect her from doing harm to you or to herself. I felt like I owed it to her to stay with her until Flynn got there to take her to Spokane. She trusted me and I didn't want her flipping out on either Taylor or Sawyer and getting hurt by them." Christian comes back over and gets on his knees in front of me and takes my hands into his. He wanted to protect her is all I hear.
"But you're not a Dominant anymore, Christian. You're my husband and you should have been with me, your WIFE!" I raise my voice and pull my hands from his grasp. I stand and walk away.
"You both want to know how I feel about last night? I was terrified that she was going to kill me and I would never get the chance to meet my one and only child: my son. I felt I was about to be cheated out of the one thing I have longed for in my life, but when I saw you hovering over Ashley, taking care of her while I was on the ground bleeding, I also felt I was being cheated out of my husband's care and compassion. I didn't feel wanted. I saw you in your element, Christian, and you looked like someone completely different to me: a stranger. I didn't recognize you. All of the shit Ashley told me about the two of you, what you did to her before terminating her contract, didn't bother me as much as it should have. Don't get me wrong, it hurt hearing what you used to do with her but what hurt me the most was the rejection I was feeling. You chose her over me." All of a sudden the flood gates open and I start crying, hard. I hear Flynn tell Christian he is going to step out and give us some privacy. Christian wraps me in his arms and holds me close to him tightly and lets me finally react to what happened the night before.
After several minutes, I stop crying and sit back down. Flynn knocks and comes back in and takes his seat. He has a bottle of water in his hand and he hands it to me. I take a long drink.
"You thought I chose her over you? Baby, I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I thought I was doing the right thing but clearly I made the wrong choice. I felt like I needed to stay and make sure Ashley got the proper care she needed and deserved because I felt like it was my fault she had the breakdown to begin with. You and our child are the most important thing in my life and I never want you to think otherwise." Christian takes me back over to the couch and sits me down.
"Linda, this is why I wanted to speak to you this evening. I have a working knowledge of the Dominant/Submissive relationship, especially Christian's role and I felt this would be the best environment to talk about it in. Do you have any questions, Linda?" I only have one.
"Do you miss it?" I look Christian squarely in the eye, asking in a soft and controlled voice.
"No, Linda. I don't. Sometimes I still have the urge to be in complete control, but that will never change. I felt like I had to do what I had to do to keep everyone safe. That was a performance, so to speak, that I never want to repeat, ever." I look into his eyes trying to see if he is telling the truth and I believe he is. Christian wipes away another tear and kisses me. I smile back at him.
"Our time is up but I want to say that I'm glad you told Christian what you were feeling. You had a lot of anger built up and that's not good for you or for your baby, which by the way, let me give you my congratulations," Flynn says. I smile and say thank you.
"I think you two are going to be just fine. My wife and I look forward to seeing both of you at your wedding reception on Saturday. She is dying to meet you, Linda." I nod and smile. Christian stands and holds a hand out for me to take and he helps me up from the couch.
"Thanks, John, for your help and we'll see you Saturday," Christian says, shaking Flynn's hand. He shakes mine and we walk out of his office. I breathe in some of the Seattle night air to clear my head. That was intense. With all that intensity, I now have a killer appetite. Christian opens my door for me, leans in and buckles my seatbelt and kisses me. He is kneeling down looking at me.
"Are you alright after hearing all of that? I know that was a lot to take in but I wanted you to understand why I felt I had to do what I did." I nod.
"I'm fine, really. For someone who told me once that he didn't have a heart you sure put it on display tonight. I may not like what you did, but I understand. Let's get to your parents so we can tell them about their grandson."
"Let's go make their year," Christian says as he shuts my door and walks around and gets behind the wheel to drive us to Bellevue. Christian told me that he recorded the ultrasound the other day on his phone when the Dr. showed us that we are having a boy. He plans on telling them that way. When we arrive at Grace and Carrick's, Grace is the first one to greet us followed by Carrick.
"Linda, it's good to see you. You look a lot better than you did a little over 24 hours ago."
"Thank you. I feel better too. Dinner smells wonderful. I'm starving."
"Then let's head to the dining room and get ready to eat. Elliott and Mia are already here. They are dying to know why we are eating tonight and not on Sunday." She leads us to the dining room. Elliott jumps up and gives me a big hug, as does Mia. We enjoy the meal of Roast Duck, Red New Potatoes, vegetables, salad and dessert. Christian is acting like a little kid who can't keep a secret any longer.
"I know Elliott and Mia are wondering why we are having our family dinner tonight so let's put them out of their misery, shall we?" Christian says with a smile. He has everyone follow him to the entertainment room and plugs a cord into his phone and then into the large flat screen TV that is mounted to the wall.
"Christian, what the hell are you doing? Just tell us why we are here," Elliott says, sounding impatient.
"Yeah, big brother. What's with all of the secrecy?" Mia asks.
"I'll let this do the talking," Christian hits play on his phone and you can see the computer monitor showing us the ultrasound. You can hear Dr. Anderson's voice. Christian pauses the video briefly to let Elliott and Mia in on our secret before we reveal to everyone what we are having.
"Elliott, Mia, we wanted to wait until we felt it was safe to give you the news that you are going to be an Aunt and an Uncle. Linda and I are having a baby." Mia squeals and hugs us both. Elliott looks like he is in a state of shock.
"Congratulations, little brother. That's awesome news!" He looks over at his Mom and Dad and he's wondering why they aren't sharing in this good news.
"You two already knew about this didn't you? You kept this from me and Mia? I can't believe you were able to keep that a secret, Mom." Elliott laughs and hugs his mother. Christian speaks up.
"In their defense, big brother, they found out under extenuating circumstances that I will tell you about one day. But there is something on this little video that even they don't know. Now that everyone is up to speed, here is the rest of our news." Christian hits play on his phone again and you can hear Dr. Andersons voice again.
"Mrs. Grey, did we determine your approximate due date at your last appointment?" I shake my head no.
"Ok, when was your last period?"
"July 1st." The Dr. enters the information into the computer.
"Alright, if our dates are correct and since you are 11 weeks along, your due date is approximately April 7th and this baby was due to a faulty Depo Shot."
Dr. Anderson moves the probe across my stomach, pressing buttons on the computer. He stops and freezes the image and points.
"There is your son, Mr. and Mrs. Grey."
"Baby, do you hear that? That's our son's heartbeat. Look at him. That's our son." Christian rubs his eyes then leans down and kisses me.
"Thank you, thank you, Linda. A boy. We're having a boy," you can hear Christian say. I'm mortified for everyone hearing the question Dr. Anderson asked me about my period. Christian looks at me and shrugs his shoulders and smiles. I smack him on the arm.
"A boy! You're having a boy! That's wonderful! Carrick, we're going to have a grandson." Grace says as she leaps up from the couch to hug me then Christian. Carrick pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, "Thank you". He pulls Christian into a hug, which surprises him, and pats him on the back hard. Elliott does the same.
"A nephew. That's awesome! We're going to spoil him rotten. He will be the best dressed baby in Seattle when I'm through with him," Mia announces. Christian rolls his eyes.
Heaven help us.
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