A follow up…no one is adopting Tristin. Trying to keep it real….sorry.

Now let's talk labor. You all know how this plays out. I have not changed the direction of the original story other than to add a few characters, so I will be copying right out of the book for the actual delivery sequence EL James provided. I will just be filling in the before and after.

This is a long, long chapter to go with the long, long day and what typical long labors feel like!

As promised I will have a few chapters of them coming home, adjusting and then a few wrap up chapters. Thanks everyone!

Chapter 53 – Ana and Christian Have Their Baby!

Christian's POV

Tuesday evening- May 1

Walking the front door, I instantly feel better as Ana is waiting at the front door to give me a big hug. A year ago when I had a bad day, I came home late at night to a dinner waiting for me in the oven, the white bland walls of Escala and an evening of work. Now, My beautiful wife waits for me with open arms to sooth everything bad that has happened during the day and remind me that I am loved, a new man and that I need her touch to survive. With her in my arms I feel so many emotions, but all of them feel right. I breathe her in and hold her close without letting go.

"Are you okay Christian?"

"I'm fine, I just missed you today."

Ana was devastated when the police carried Tristin away and she didn't understand why I couldn't pull strings to just up and take him. As much as I tried to explain that the legal system doesn't really protect children until it is almost too late, she kept insisting that I could do something. God help me if I could, I would. I won't ever forget that little guy. He really got to me as well. I think Ana would have adopted him if she could have. Unfortunately Kara isn't deemed a bad enough parent to lose custody and she wasn't about to give him up. So it was a painful goodbye for both of us.

"Is that a Dora doll?" I nod slowly. "Is that for Ted or as a reminder of Tristin?" She asks slowly and I see a tear escape.

"It's for both. I know I was beating my chest the other day and telling you that my son won't play with dolls. And I still prefer that he doesn't and he won't play with those Barbie's and dolls like that, but this Dora was a source of comfort to Tristin. I see that now. There is a difference. Maybe I bought this as a reminder that our son should never take for granted what he has, and if he does, I will sit him down and tell him about children like Tristin. If I get carried away spoiling him, maybe it will be my reminder as well."

"You are a smart and good man Christian. I am glad you at least got to say goodbye to him." God damn it my eyes are watering. Man up Grey. I pull her as closely as possible again, which isn't too close these days, and kiss her softly at first and then I give her butterfly kisses that eventually lead to more.

We haven't had sex since Saturday morning. Ana is just too uncomfortable and I understand. But the clock is ticking and I sure wouldn't mind knocking one more off before I am cut off for six weeks. I smile at her but don't say anything. She knows me well enough now to know what I need. She pulls my head down and whispers in my ear.

"Can we go back out to the pool tonight?"

"Feel like doing some laps baby?" I wink at her.

"Something like that. I have a strong feeling it might be our last chance for six weeks."

"Wait. Why? Are you having symptoms? If you are, I am not fucking you."

"No, my back hurts a tiny bit. But I don't want you to fuck me Christian. I want you to make love to me." She is still whispering in my ear and now I have a painful erection. "Dinner is about ready. Maybe after?"

"I would like that. So I don't have time for a work out? I really need to. Feeling sluggish as I haven't worked out with Claude since last week."

"Well, why don't I ask Gail to hold dinner ninety minutes, she can do that."

"That would be great. Why don't you come with me and tell me about your day while I work out."

"Not much to tell. I sat, rubbed my belly, slept and waddled throughout the house. I sorted the baby's clothes in the drawers by size, read and edited one manual and re- packed my suitcase. I have cabin fever and I am craving a cold stone ice cream. There you have it."

"Well, then we will ride over and get a big bowl later if you want."

She smiles and claps. I kiss her nose and quickly go up and change into my work out gear.

I ran on the treadmill for forty-five minutes and now I am doing three sets of my weight circuits with Ana following me to each station. Taylor is working out with me as we won't do the weights alone for safety purposes. Ana is watching me closely and biting her lip.

"Ana." She looks over up me. I point to my lip and shake my head. She is killing my concentration. I know she wants me and that luscious lip of hers is calling my name. I switch places with Taylor and spot him on the bar. We wrap it up the same way we always do. Seeing who can do more pull ups and who will cry uncle first. I almost always win this as I am leaner and younger by nine years. But knowing that in fifteen minutes or less I will be deep inside my wife has messed with my concentration and I quit well before I usually do. Taylor looks shocked.

"Good workout. Ana and I are going to have a swim." In other words; it's time for you to go. He understands.

"Yes sir. I will have Sawyer turn off the camera's and the sound until you return and send him to stand outside. You have your cell." I nod. "Sir, um….a bit awkward, but be careful." I grin. I know he is telling me not to fuck my wife into labor.

"I got this Taylor. I am just trying to make my wife more comfortable." He picks up the house phone and tells Sawyer to shut the gym monitors down and I see him grin from Sawyer's response which I am pretty sure was something inappropriate.

I walk over to Ana and take her hand. As I am soaking wet from sweat I tell her I am going to take a quick shower first and she follows me back into the men's changing room.

Ana walks around and looks at the set up I have. I am in here a lot so I have a built in chest of drawers with workout clothes, about ten pair of running shoes and other gear. Elliot, Taylor and Sawyer each have their own closet here as well. The other full-time security guys have their own lockers and I have one being delivered for Brady as he likes to come over here before work around four am. That's even more dedicated than I am. The security team uses the gym almost daily even when they aren't working. It is state of the art, a perk for them and it is important that they stay fit.

"Eww you put a two urinals back here?" I laugh. What a strange observation.

"Yes, why is that a problem? You have your own changing room and as I recall it is full of amenities that women like. Men like to piss standing up, thus a urinal." I can't help laughing at her. Her nose is scrunched up. "Why are you scrunching your nose?" I tap it as I turn on the shower and take off my clothes throwing them in the hamper.

"They're just nasty. Sorry." She watches me in the shower as she leans on the counter. I have three showers in the men's changing room. One of the showers is just for me and I would be pissed if any of the other guys used it, including my brother. That is my only rule.

Ana starts stripping and in a few short seconds she joins me."You are perfection Christian. I can't stay away from you. The next six weeks will be hard on me too." She washes my back and I lift my arms while she kisses and worships me. I smile down at her so thankful that she actually loves a fucked up guy like me. We make our way to the pool slowly as I worry about her slipping. I dive in and help her down the ladder watching her perfect little ass descend down each step and then before she realizes where she even is, I have her against the side of the pool with her weight on my legs wasting no time plunging inside of her. Neither of us moves.

"Ana, baby I love you so much." I am kissing her neck, ears, cheeks, shoulders every part of her that I can reach with my mouth and she is doing the same. She is clenching her insides but I am careful not to move her to fast or hard. This is about making love, just connecting. I feel her soft velvety insides tight around my dick and pull her just a little closer running my hands over her bump where she has protected my son and carried him inside her safely for all these months. I now realize that getting pregnant so young and so soon after our marriage wasn't in her plans either, but she has never wavered in her love for the baby. I still feel ashamed at how I didn't want him at first and now I spend half of my day fantasizing about holding him for the first time. I will provide him with unconditional love, as she has provided to me. I wish I could articulate to even Ana how much I love her and this child that we made together. I am so emotionally overwhelmed at this moment.

"Do you need us to move Christian?" She whispers her breathing becoming stronger.

'No, no baby this is good, just having you is all I need right now, I don't need more. Are you okay?"

"Oh god, I'm more than okay. I am so close. I gently roll her hips several times and with the freedom and weightlessness of the water she starts quivering around me. We have barely moved but the closeness, the love, the pure raw love I feel for this woman almost brings me to my knees and we both are crying out and we haven't even reached our releases yet. I hear our voices echoing against the gym walls. It is dusk and the sun is setting over the sound beaming into the windows. As the setting sun falls I see my wife's beautiful profile as she reaches her release and together we come hard and gloriously without barely any motion between us. It is one of those love making moments you know that you will always remember. We stay united as long as we can knowing it probably will be the longest six weeks of our lives. We need this connection.

We are getting ready for bed and Ana asks me to rub her back. "It really hurts. Do you think I hurt it in the pool? We barely moved."

I doubt it, we were so careful. I sit behind her and rub her lower back and then set up the pillows the way she likes them to help her sleep. Lately she has been sleeping on her side with a few pillows between her legs to help with the baby weight. I feel bad for her. She has hardly complained but I can tell that she is tired of being pregnant and that this extra weight on her small frame is starting to take its toll. I kiss her good night and try to fall asleep but have so much on my mind. I can't stop thinking about Tristin and wonder if Kara will keep my business card for him or if she has thrown it out. I also think about my mom and hope she will cave in and call me back in the morning. She keeps me grounded and these days when she is pissed at me, it bothers me much more than it did in the past. But the shit Elliot and I pulled with Tristin, well I get it. She doesn't need that aggravation from us anymore. Hopefully we are past anymore surprises for her.

Mia had a cat-scan today and the results are due back tomorrow. I seem to be the only one that is really worried about her. Everyone else is so optimistic and I am sure it is my over protective way and the fact I worry enough for the whole family, but something keeps nagging away at me. I want her to fly to New York and meet with another specialist at Sloan Kettering. He is supposed to be the best in the world, but everyone is telling me to let it go. I won't. If he thinks she is on the right path, then I will let it go, but why can't everyone see we should get as many experts to sign off on her care as possible. I wish I could get this nagging feeling to go away. Why when I picture our family together in the future, do I not see Mia. I talked to Flynn about it this morning and he thinks it is just my fear is so great and my belief that nothing good happens in my life is still so prevalent that I have allowed this fear to take over. No, I think it is a sixth sense that has never failed me before. Or, I am still fifty shades fucked up. Finally I drift off to sleep.

"Christian, give me your arm." I think I hear Ana. "Christian I have to pee, please pull me up. I can't get up and I feel like I am going to pee my pants." I shake my head. Man I was in a deep sleep. I see that it is 4:20 am. I sit up and come around and turn on her light and then give her my arm. Well both arms. She is way past the one arm pull. She cries out a bit telling me her damn back is killing her. She sits up and I have to pee as well so I stand and wait for her. I notice the last few nights she hasn't kicked me out when she is peeing because she has needed help getting back up. She makes it as far as the bathroom sinks and then stops and looks down.

"Christian…my water…" now I'm awake. There is a puddle of water between her legs. I don't know what I was expecting, but not that much.

"Are you sure you didn't just pee."

"For god's sake Christian I think I know the difference and I certainly have better control than that. I'm not Brutus. What should I do?" I have no idea.

"Do you still need to pee?" I am suddenly feeling completely ignorant about the female anatomy.

"Yes, I haven't gone yet." Oh yea that puddle isn't piss. Christ I lean over to the sink and splash my face with cold water. She walks gingerly over to the toilet and tells me to turn around. This again? Seriously.

"Ana, by the end of the day, me and a dozen other people will be seeing you do all sorts of things which will require us to look straight into your …." I started to say something inappropriate. I need to remember I'm not talking to my brother. "I am not leaving while you pee. Should I put a towel on this water?"

"Well were not saving it, so yes. What did you think? What a stupid question. Christian run the faucet or something you are making me nervous, I can't pee." For fucks sake, I have to piss so bad I am about ready to step outside. "Stay there…pee I will be right back"

"No, don't go I don't want you to leave me." Is she scared? "Please. I'm scared."

"Baby, I'm right here but I have to really take a piss. Can I quickly go down the hall?"

"No, don't go." Easy for her to say.

"Then fucking hurry up Ana or there will be two puddles on the floor. God damn it I am dying here."

Finally I hear this soft little stream that last for two seconds. That's it? I help pull her up and she stands close to me. I start peeing instantly, damn I had to go. I sound like a fucking horse compared to her. She starts giggling then bends over a bit.

"Ohh. I think I'm having a contraction. Ahh." She bends slightly.

"Are you okay?" Shit what am I suppose to do again. Okay, call Dr. Green. That's first. Ana lifts her nightgown off and puts it in the hamper. I must be a sick fuck. My wife is hours away from having a baby and I start getting a hard on. Down fella, you are on a six week suspension starting now. She walks in the closet and grabs her clothes and I am following her like a puppy dog. I actually bump into her. I almost laugh watching her trying to put her panties on. She can't bend down to pull them up. I walk over and pull them up for her and I must be smiling because she hits me on the head. "What was that for?"

"You know why." I walk over to the house phone and call Dr. Green's service and leave a message. Three minutes later Dr. Green calls back and tells us we can wait to come in since Ana has only had one contraction. Either way, she said to meet her at the hospital at eight unless the contractions come less than ten minutes apart.

Ana is in yoga pants and one of my XL t-shirts where the short sleeves are past her elbow, but her bump fills it out well. She sits on the bed and I get behind her pulling her closer. I nuzzle in her ear and rub her back."You know its official Christian. You are now on the six week wait list."

"For some things… yes. But that luscious mouth and those ripe lips of yours will be having some conversations with my friend. No worries." I whisper in her ear. "Should we try to get another few hours of sleep baby. Do you think you can fall asleep? Are you okay? Why are you shivering?" I wrap my arms around her and move her hair off her shoulder.

"I'm scared Christian. Really, really scared. Promise you won't leave me even once today. Promise?"

"I won't leave you baby." How can she think I would leave her? I kiss her behind the ear and place her between my legs and lean back with her resting on my chest sitting up.

"I'm cold. I don't know why. Nerves maybe. Can we cuddle under the covers?"

"Of course." I pull the covers around us and lay on my back. I help her roll onto her side so she can rest her head on my chest. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes." Her voice is soft and she is still shaking. I pull the covers up and tuck them around her neck and kiss her forehead. Our lives are about to change dramatically. I listen to her breathing and can tell she has fallen back to sleep. I play with her fingers and rub her arms. She is still such a small boned, delicate woman. I think about how easily someone could hurt her and get anxious thinking about it.

In two weeks it will be a year that we first met changing my life for the good. God, I love this woman so much. I smile thinking about when she first fell into my office. It took me a few minutes to see her face and notice her beauty. When I really first saw her I almost fell off my chair. Those lips did me in. Then her eyes, which saw right through me. Even with the clothes she was wearing that day, as I recall they were pretty ugly, I could tell her body was outrageous. I was right. I knew she had perfect tits, a great ass and I couldn't tell about her legs but the first time I saw them naked, the night I took her virginity, I could think of nothing else but getting them wrapped around me. She has been a sexy pregnant woman and I still see men get lost looking at her face. But I can't wait to have that sexy hot body back in my arms again. Damn it, I am getting hard thinking about her and our first time.

What a dick I was. I told her, I actually told her I wouldn't make love to her but would fuck her hard. When I told her I would remedy her situation of being a virgin, I led her to believe I would be gentle but I wasn't. I pretty much tore into her ending her virginity quickly assuring she wouldn't change her mind as I entered her. I wanted to own her even then.

I am startled awake by Ana's sharp cry. She is on her other side. "Baby, you okay?" I see that it is now almost seven.

"Oh god Christian it hurts. I feel like someone is squeezing my stomach from the inside. Ohh, it really hurts. My back Christian, my back hurts." I don't know what to do. I am standing on the other side of the bed looking at her all bunched up and she looks uncomfortable. I feel helpless.

"Baby, do you have any idea how far apart your contractions are? It is almost seven we should get ready and go anyway."

"I think about ten minutes I don't know." I send Taylor a text.

Water broke several hours ago, contractions ten min apart…ready to leave in thirty. Get team in place.

Yes sir. Does Mrs. Grey need Gail?

Yes

Good thinking. Who am I kidding? I need Gail. I need to get dressed and shower real fast and she doesn't want to be alone. "Baby, I am going to jump in the shower real fast…"

"No…don't leave me." I walk to the bedroom door and open it so Gail can come on in.

"Baby I will be right here. Gail's on her way up…here she is. She will sit with you."

"Mrs. Grey…Ana honey I'm right here." Gail sits down and takes her hand. "You are ringing wet. Let me get Mrs. Grey a cold compress Mr. Grey." She steps out and a few minutes later she places the compress on Ana's neck.

"I'm going to take a quick shower Gail. Call me if you need me."

"Hurry Christian. Don't shave. Just hurry." Ana looks scared. I am being calm to my surprise and she is much more scared than I thought she would be. She has been so calm up until now. I thought she had this, but she looks completely over whelmed. I need to keep it together for her. I can't take care of her if I am a fucking mess.

I have finished my shower and I am throwing on my jeans when I hear her yell out. "Gail it hurts. Where's Christian?"

"Take my hand Mrs. Grey." I come out with just my jeans on.

"I'm here baby. I'm here." I sit on the bed scooting close to her and she takes my other hand still not letting go of Gail.

"Mr. Grey they appear to be about eight minutes apart. Shall I help you get ready Mrs. Grey?"

"I'm ready. I just want to brush my teeth and then I want to braid my hair." She sits up with my help. I get up and quickly come back with her hair brush and a tie. I haven't braided her hair in months but in seconds she has a braid in, looking beautiful as always if not a bit nervous and pale. I can tell Gail is surprised by how fast and perfectly I have braided Ana's hair. "I really shouldn't go to the hospital like this should I? I look like a slob." She looks fine to me. She is wearing yoga pants, and t-shirt. I get one of my long sleeve shirts for her and she puts it on rolling up the sleeves just in time for her next contraction. When she finishes squeezing both Gail's hand and mine she asks me to get her Tori Burch black flats out of her closet.

After spending a minute looking through hundreds of shoes I start getting irritated. "Give me a hint Ana? I don't know what they look like."

She snaps at me. "They are black flats Christian. How hard can it be? Any black flats will do." And so it begins. We were warned about this in that class. Count to ten Grey.

We exit the house. Diaper bag, suitcase, insurance information, camera and Teddy's lamb. We don't quite make it to the car before Ana stops and bends over quietly moaning and trying to breathe. Damn if it hurts this much now, what happens when her contractions get closer together? I hold her hand and look at my watch and notice Taylor is doing the same. Is he timing my wife's contractions? I guess he feels he needs to know how much time we have. Sawyer looks like he is completely uncomfortable and he walks over to the car Wilson and Ryan are sitting in to give them instructions. Gail is standing at the door with Benson not sure if she should come out. I see Ryan get out of the car and take the golf cart down the drive. When Ana's contraction is over she turns around and blows Gail a kiss.

"Thank you Gail. You'll come and hold him tonight when he's here right?"

"Oh sweet Ana, I will be there. I can't wait." Gail wipes a tear away and smiles. "You got this! Now hurry up so we can bring that precious boy home." I smile at Gail and silently thank her. They have gotten so close I don't know if Ana would have gotten through the past two weeks without Gail. Her mom should have been here but thank fuck she isn't. Maggie is coming tomorrow, but Ana has only had my mom and Gail lately and my mom has been rather preoccupied with Mia, rightfully so. Once we get settled in at the hospital I need to call Ray.

"Taylor who is with Mia today if Wilson is with us?" I don't want Mia alone ever, he knows that.

"I have Ricky Grant on her today. He was looking for some extra hours this week as Gates is out of the country." I have no idea who the guy is as long as someone is with her.

We enter the car and Sawyer informs us that he sent Ryan down in advance to get the pap's to move away from the gate. Reynolds is already down there trying to get them to back off. Clearly three SUV's pulling out at the same time with Ana and I both in the same car is an indication that we are headed to the hospital. Sawyer thinks we should just acknowledge it and play to their human side. Hoping Taylor and I agree, he has sent Ryan ahead. I think about this for a second. What the fuck, I give him the nod.

It must have worked. When we get to the gate and Taylor presses it open, most of the paps are either getting in their cars to head to the hospital with us or shouting "good luck Mrs. Grey. Good Luck Ana." She smiles and waves to them. Hmmm…maybe we should do this more often. This is the most cooperative they have been. "Sawyer what did Ryan tell the paps?"

"That Mrs. Grey was in labor and we needed to get through. He said they all cooperated. I am surprised too."

My cell vibrates and it is my mom. "Morning mom."

"I just heard on the news that Ana is in labor and you didn't call me." She sounds a bit hurt but mostly excited. Damn they media works fast. "Mia's radio station got the news and she called me as well."

"Oh so you're talking to me again? We are just leaving the house for the hospital. Her water broke this morning about 4:30. We went back to bed for a few hours and now she is having contractions. Can you let the rest of the family know? I need to call Ray."

"I was never not talking to you honey, I was just cooling down. Is she doing okay?"

"Yes so far." I see Ana scrunch up again. Contraction mom, I got to go, see you there." I hold Ana's hand and again notice Taylor timing the contraction. At this rate, he will be in the delivery room with us. "You are doing good baby." Ouch! She is squeezing my hand so hard by wedding ring is pressing into my fingers. I didn't know she was that strong.

"Fuckers." Taylor is mumbling under his breath. "Some pap's got between us and Reynolds and another car is on the side of us." I look over and they have their window down and a camera sticking out snapping away. How is this news worthy?

"You tell Reynolds to fix this and get them to back the fuck off right now Taylor. I want to arrive at the hospital safely." I hate the press.

"I got this Sir." Sawyer is writing down license numbers. Why is he writing down license numbers? That won't do us any good now. I hear Sawyer talking into his wrist piece. "Ryan next light do the 464 we rehearsed. T gave me the go ahead." I pay Taylor to figure this out, but I would like to know what the hell they are doing. We slow down at the next stop light before getting on the freeway. Before I know what has happened that crazy son of a bitch Sawyer has jumped out of the SUV. "Meet you there T." He opens the door of the car that is on the side of us and pushes the driver over hard and takes the wheel. Taylor is looking in the rear view mirror and Ryan has done the same thing with the car behind us. We have just essentially hijacked two cars. Great.

"Did you guys practice this?" I ask Taylor? "Are we going to have to deal with the cops on this? I hope no one was filming this. Jesus Christ Taylor, want to explain what just happened to me?" I am trying to stay cool in front of Ana, but what fucking James Bond stunt was that?

"Yes sir. We need to arrive safely. We have practiced that." He takes the license numbers that Sawyer wrote down and picks up his cell while he is driving. He switches to hands free.

"Seattle Police Department."

"Sergeant Wylie please." We wait about twenty seconds. Ana looks at me and then looks at Taylor.

"Christian, what in the world…" I just shrug.

"Wylie"

"Mark, its JT. As we discussed last week, the situation is in play. I had two cars following us, one on the side and one got between our car and the back up team." He gives them the license numbers. "High risk and too close. My guys took over the vehicles with the paps still in the car. They are driving the cars to Seattle Memorial and will drive them to the back of the south parking lot. Your guys can take it from there."

"Are you sure they were putting your car at risk JT?" I have never in five years heard anyone call him JT. The guys call him T, but JT? I remember an ex military buddy of Taylor's works at the Seattle Police Department and he calls in a lot of favors which almost always cost me money. I think this is the same guy that bailed us out of the whole Noah Logan problem.

"Yes we were at risk and I told you last week Mark I wouldn't hesitate to do what I had to do. It is my job to safely deliver Mrs. Grey to the hospital. I warned you that I wasn't putting up with these fuckers and not giving second chances. My guys peacefully took over the vehicles no harm done. We had a deal don't question me now that I executed the plan."

"Okay, okay, relax just checking. I am sending several cars out now, we will clear the entrance for you and help you get Mrs. Grey in safely."

"Thanks Mark." Taylor hangs up. "50K to the Police Widow and Children Fund sir."

I smile. Figures.

We pull into the hospital and we are being waved directly to the front entrance by the Seattle Police. Sawyer and Ryan drive over to the south lot with their hijacked media cars, while Taylor, Wilson and Reynolds pull up front. Burtonsky is pushing the media back. I will say Taylor got his team in place quickly. Damn Burtonsky is a brute. He must be six-five and close to three hundred pounds. Elliot met him several weeks ago and immediately nicknamed him Shrek. There must be twenty paparazzi at the front entrance being pushed back.

"Baby do you want to get out here or have Taylor take you around back?"

"I can't get out now, I have another contraction starting." Ana grabs my hand again and bears down while Taylor looks at his watch. I see a nurse coming out with a wheelchair and Ana grunts out "No, I am walking in." We wait for her contraction to stop and Taylor tells me that we are at six minutes apart. My cell vibrates and I have a text from Elliot.

And so your six weeks begins. Kate and I will be there this afternoon. We will probably have a nice long fuck first. Ahhh yes feels good to be me instead of you right now. I smile because I know I am going to get his shit from him for the next six weeks.

Ana sits up and puts some lip gloss on. "I'm ready. Do I look fat?" Taylor turns around and looks at me and we both shake our heads and grin.

"Baby seriously? You are beautiful."

Wilson is getting in someone's face and Reynolds is at Ana's door. Taylor jumps out and is at my door shouting at Burtonsky to get the guy from TMZ to back up before they lose their cameras to his fist. He joins Wilson real quick and I watch him get about an inch from the guys face. Taylor then whistles for the cop standing by the entrance. He isn't cutting anyone any breaks today. I get out before Ana.

"Mr. Grey, Mr. Grey how's Ana? When did her labor begin?" I am getting yelled at from every direction. Jesus Christ. Why couldn't she have gone into labor in the middle of the night instead of broad daylight? I ignore them and walk around to her side. Reynolds opens her door and I take her hand.

"Wait Christian. Are you sure I look okay?" Ana has never been vain before. What is this about?

"Seriously baby, let's get inside." I take her hand and help her down and instantly put my arm around her shoulder and tuck her in so no one can see her. The media is going nuts calling her name, but their view is blocked by the car until we are out in front of it. I reach down and kiss her lips softly. "You okay." That will give the media a story until we have more to tell.

"Yes, just scared." I kiss her again as we walk through the sliding doors where we are greeted by someone from the hospital VIP service and escorted by my two staff members, two policemen and one nurse. Sometimes it's good to be me.

Ana's POV

We have been escorted to the room where I will give birth to Teddy and we will stay for the next twenty-four hours. I am given a wrist band and my birthing nurse introduces herself.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey I am Donna Simons. I will be your head labor nurse today, or until my shift is over at seven pm. I am not assigned to anyone else so anything you need I am here for both of you." She shakes both of our hands and I instantly like her. She is in her mid forties and has the greatest smile. "I've done this three times Ana, so I know how you feel right now. Can I call you Ana, or would you prefer Mrs. Grey? I am sorry I was told to call you Mrs. Grey, but I want to do whatever makes you comfortable as we are going to be best friends by the end of the day."

"No please call me Ana." I see Christian isn't real happy but if this lady is going to be staring at my privates all day, we can at least be on a first name basis.

She gives me a hospital gown to put on, takes my blood pressure and tells me she will be giving me an IV in a few minutes. First she wants to do a weight check. 133 pounds.

"Why did you lose weight Ana?" Christian is right there with us. He is starting to get on my nerves already.

"I don't know Christian, maybe because about two pounds of water just came out of me this morning."

"Mr. Grey, a lot of women actually lose weight their last week. Not unusual. Plus Ana is a tiny gal and she just didn't have much more room. I think your baby is going to be a big one. Do you know what you are having?"

"You signed your NDA right." Christian don't be such a jerk. I need this lady to like us.

"Oh yes we all did. But if you want to keep it a secret a little longer that is fine." She smiles at us. See Christian, be nice. I give him a dirty look hoping he gets my message.

"We are having a boy." He tells her. Message received.

"Oh lucky you. Boys are easier. I have two daughters and one son and I can promise you he is a piece of cake next to my girls." This makes Christian smile.

"No surprise there." She laughs at him and I can tell he might be starting to warm up to her as he smiles back.

Donna asks me the standard questions then tells me I need to get in the coveted stirrups so she can determine how dilated I am.

"Shouldn't Dr. Green do that?" Christian has no clue.

"She will as well several times today. But we just need to get this started." Donna feels around and has a frown on her face." She smiles and tells us she will be right back. Five minutes later Dr. Green comes in with Donna and puts gloves on. Great. I have been here twenty minutes and I am on my second person to glove up.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey. So here we are. Your little man didn't want to wait until tomorrow to get this party started I see. Let me just have a check." With one hand inside of me and the other on my bump she presses down, pushes away and then removes her gloves. She nods to Donna who comes around to my side of the bed.

"So Ana, the baby has turned around and he is now posterior which means he is facing the wrong direction. This can happen for several reasons. The first is that your contractions aren't strong enough to help the baby get into position and the second is the pelvic bones just aren't shaped properly for the baby's head to get through the canal easily. This makes for really painful back labor and a longer more tiring labor. So we have options. The first is to position you so he turns on his own and that is of course what we will do first. Then we have the option of giving you pitocin which will increase the intensity of the contractions and help him turn around and get down into the canal. We can use what we call a vacuum and turn him around and while we have forceps, I prefer not to go that route and then of course we can perform a c-section. What we do will depend on the stress levels for both you and the baby. So let's see if we can get that young man turned around and if that doesn't work we will talk in a few hours." Dr. Green writes something in my chart. "You are only dilated to four so, you have a long day ahead of you. Donna will put you in a position that may not feel real comfortable but, sometimes it forces the baby to move back into position. The problem is he just doesn't have much room to move around in there. But let's try it. Any questions?"

Neither Christian nor I say or move for about ten seconds. Then my husband stands up and raises his voice. "Fuck yes I have a lot of questions. Lets' start with I don't have a god damn clue what you are talking about. Do you mind dummying this down for me please? Let's start with, what are the risks? Call me ignorant but I don't recall any of this in our child birthing classes."

"Christian." I look at him. Why does he have to go all nuclear? Oh shit, another contraction. Dr. Green comes over to me and checks her watch. "Donna let's get her on the fetal monitor."

"The best way I can explain this to you is that he is face down sunny side up." Dr. Green explains everything to us again by using a plastic model of a baby in the birth canal. Holy shit, I don't want to do this. How is he going to get out of there without tearing me apart unless he turns? I don't want forceps or a c-section. When Christian is finally appeased and thinks he has an understanding of this he lets Dr. Green go. But he is pacing like a caged lion.

I am hooked up to the fetal heart monitor which shows my contractions and how long and hard they are lasting and this seems to entertain Christian for a few minutes as he watches it closely. I am also lying in the most uncomfortable manner all contorted. Come on Teddy turn around. I have actually not felt him at all since my water broke and that is making me nervous but we can hear him on the monitor so I know he is fine.

After Christian has studied the monitor and the blips on the graph, he sits down next to me and takes his phone out to let Andrea know he won't be in. He gets up and looks at the monitor again then sits back down, then gets up a few seconds later and looks out the window. He repeats this cycle several times before I snap. "Christian can you please sit still, you're driving me crazy." He sits down and smiles.

"I don't do waiting, you know that. This is going to drive me insane." No it's going to drive us both insane at this rate. I suggest he call my dad. Am I going to have to give him things to do all day to keep him occupied? Good grief he gets bored easily.

"I wish your dad knew how to text. Ray, its Christian. Good… yep we are at the hospital now…. No I don't think she is even close. Dr. Green thinks maybe this evening. She's good, anxious but good. Sure hang on." He hands me his phone.

"Hi dad."

"How you doing pumpernickel? Do you want me and Aunt Maggie to come down today?"

"You can wait until tomorrow. Its' okay." I feel like I might cry. Actually I would love for my dad to be here and see the baby as soon as he is born.

"You know what baby girl. I don't have anything else on my schedule today. I'm coming. We will leave here after lunch. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, thank you daddy. I want you here." I start sniffling.

"Now Annie, stay calm. Don't start crying you'll make your old man feel bad. I will see you in a bit okay?"

"Okay. Thanks Dad." I hand the phone to Christian.

"Ray, when you get close to the hospital, call my cell and I will have one of the guys park your car for you and make sure you get up here without security stopping you…..No we have everything we need….don't even think about getting a hotel or I will get pissed. I will let Gail know your coming tonight…I will. Okay see you this afternoon." Christian smiles at me and leans over to kiss me.

"Is Annie happy now that her Daddy is coming?" He teases me and I can't help but giggle.

"Yes. But don't call me Annie. Only my dad can call me that." He winks at me and mouths 'Annie.'

Three hours later Dr. Green decides I am not progressing and that its time to use the Pitocin. She feels that this will ramp things up. My back hurts so bad I have cried a few times and I have a high tolerance for pain. Of course when I cry, Christian gets freaked out and upset, so I try to hold it in. I notice it is after eleven thirty and Christian never had breakfast. But I am being a baby and don't want him to leave me.

"Christian, send someone out to get you lunch."

"You can't eat anything, I'm not about to eat in front of you."

"That is ridiculous. If you don't eat I am going to be really mad at you. You must eat Christian." He laughs at me and says that now I sound like him.

Thirty minutes later there is a knock on the door and Christian gets up to get it and comes back with a delicious smelling warm veggie sub and large lemonade. Oh man, it smells so good. I chew on a few ice chips and watch him devour his sandwich. He looks through the small bag that Gail sent. It has his protein bars, an apple, and a milky way. He raises his eyebrows and goes for the Milky Way. "How many of those do you think you eat a week?"

"Too many. My biggest weakness. Should I throw it out? I will if it is bothering you."

"No I am sick to my stomach. I couldn't eat if I wanted to."

Christian turns on the news and the opening segment begins with a photo of us getting out of the car this morning.

"Good Day Seattle. The city is on baby watch as Anastasia Grey, wife of Christian Grey, CEO of GEH was admitted to Seattle General early this morning .Grey's spokesperson confirmed that Mrs. Grey is in labor and the heir to the Grey dynasty should be making its appearance sometime today. Grey accompanied his wife and held her closely as they entered the hospital giving her a reassuring kiss. The couple has given no indication as to the sex of the baby but we have been promised that as soon as the child is born Grey's spokesperson will make an announcement. We wish the young couple the best of luck and we will keep you posted here on Channel 7."

Christian shakes his head. "I can't believe people care. If I was at home watching this and they said Gates wife was in the hospital to deliver I would say, so the fuck what."

"Christian…. contraction." The pitocin is making me so sick to my stomach. Christian is holding my hand and timing me.

"They are getting longer baby and that was four minutes from the last one. Do you think he has moved yet?"

"How the hell do I know?" I know I sounded bitchy just then. "Seriously how do I know? I never felt him move in the first place." I am half on my side and with my knee pulled up as far as it can go and pillows supporting me so I am partially on my stomach. In other words I am completely contorted in bed with my ass sticking up. I feel humiliated lying like this. "Christian quick give me the bowl." As soon as he hands it to me I vomit. I see him reaching over to buzz Donna and within seconds she is in the room.

She walks over and looks at the monitor. "Oh they are getting stronger, that's good. Did you get sick? Let me lower your pitocin levels. It makes some women nauseous." No kidding. Donna checks my pulse writes in my chart and leaves us alone and I fall asleep for a few minutes but wake with every contraction. I feel so tired.

I look at the wall clock and it is 5:30. Have we been here this long? Christian would say it feels like we have been here days. Dr. Green has come in to check on me several times but doesn't say much.

At six o'clock there is a knock on the door. "Christian I don't want anyone in here but Grace. Please. This isn't a freaking show or party." I am getting really cranky and tired.

"Okay baby, I will tell everyone to stay in the waiting room. Including Kate right?"

"Especially Kate." He laughs. "Don't laugh at me seriously." I am in full out pout mode now. I want to get up and walk around or do something. This is about to drive me crazy. I get up to use the bathroom which is an undertaking. I have the IV, the fetal monitor and I need help getting out of the bed because they have it adjusted so high I can't even get my feet on the ground. Christian is grabbing me and I don't want him touching me right now. I feel angry. He grabs my chin and kisses me but I don't kiss him back.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes"

"Why? You need to give me some idea as to what I did to upset you."

"Seriously? You did this." I point to my bump. "You did this Christian and you get to sit there eating, reading and looking sexy and hot while I sit here trying to deliver a baby the size of a pony out of my vagina. I am in pain while you are all hunky dory. Does that give you some idea?"

I see the cheeky bastard trying to hide a grin. "Yes, actually that clarifies a lot for me thanks." He opens the bathroom door for me.

When I come out of the bathroom Grace is standing looking at the monitor. "There she is. How are you doing sweetie?" What about Grace makes me cry when I am having a tough time. Maybe because she is the sweetest, best mother-in-law in the entire world. I'm not sure. But as soon I see her and she opens her arms I cry. Why am I crying? Is it because my own mother is such a miserable bitch or that Grace is such a great person. Either way, it feels good to have her here.

"Grace, is it my fault did I do something to make Teddy turn the other way?"

"Oh heavens no honey it just happens. They get crowded it there and move to suit their needs. Dr. Green says he is a big boy honey and you're not very wide. I think you should prepare yourself that you may need to have a c-section."

"No Grace, I want to push him out. I can do it. I'm not that small. Everyone needs to quit saying that."

"Mom, should the pitocin be helping her progress faster?"

"Well yes, that is why they give it to you. She is a first time mom, and we expect labor to take time. Brady is excited because he picked today for your delivery. But so did Sawyer and Gramps. Although for Gramps to win you need to deliver in the next hour. Ana let me help get you back in position, or do you want to have Donna come back in and see if he has turned at all." I nod.

"Baby, can I leave you with my mom for a minute and talk to Taylor real fast."

"Please don't go Christian. Just tell Taylor to come in here." Why am I being so clingy? Christian looks at his mom.

"I will be right back I promise." I nod and at the same time I get a contraction and Christian wait's it out with me. Grace looks at the monitor and the tapes.

"How was that one mom?" Christian steps behind her looking over her shoulder.

"Honestly they are not as strong as they were before. Did they drop your pitocin levels?"

"Yes," we both say at the same time. I can tell Christian is getting tense. I am not progressing fast enough for him. I bet he doesn't want to talk to Taylor but he is going to hunt down Dr. Green.

"Christian, are you going to look for Dr. Green? Please, I want to do this naturally. Please."

"Ana, what difference does it make? You are vomiting, in pain and getting nowhere. I am not going to let you sit here for the next ten hours just to end up where we would have in the first place."

"This isn't your decision." As soon as this comes out of my mouth I regret it.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" He looks furious and I get that.

"Christian…Ana is tired." Grace steps in.

"Mom, stay out of this." Oh shit, he is pissed. He never snaps at his mom. "Bullshit Ana. Don't tell me this isn't my decision. You know better than to go there. It's as much my decision as it is yours. I am not going to sit here and watch you take a risk with your life or Teddy's. You are a small woman, carrying a big baby. He is back ass-words or whatever she called it and you are not progressing." He rubs his hair several times then grimaces and leans in with almost a whisper. "This is not the fucking time to be stubborn Ana. I won't put up with it. I love you baby, but I am not going to let you make a bad decision." He walks back to the wall and leans against it with his arms crossed.

"Christian I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that. Of course this is a decision we should make together but I am just saying please give me more time. I don't want to throw in the towel yet. Please." I am trying not to cry but a few tears slip out. Christian walks across to my bed and sits on it next to me.

"Baby, I understand but please don't be ridiculous about this. I get you want to try for a bit longer but at some point we cry uncle if you don't progress okay?" I nod and pull his head closer and give him multiple kisses. He has been so supportive and I was wrong.

"I'm sorry really."

"Stop baby, it's okay you have been doing all the work, its' okay. I love you so much I'm just a bit scared okay. "

Grace's POV

Oh Christian, you love her so much you can hardly stand this can you dear boy? He is so use to having control and he has none for the first time in years. But I don't know how this is going to play out. I'm afraid that little baby boy is too big for Ana's small frame. I don't disagree with Christian. Dollars to donuts Ana is going to end up having a c-section. The fact that the baby is sunny side up doesn't have to be a huge problem, but Dr. Green has been clear that she is concerned that Ana can't deliver vaginally.

My son has to have control and I smile because while he wants to believe he is wearing the pants in the family, he has no idea who picks the pants he wears. He would do anything for his wife, it is clear. But sometimes his approach is barbaric.

"Christian, go ahead and talk to Taylor and do what you need to do. I will sit with Ana for a few minutes. Is that okay with you Ana?"

"Yes, but please hurry Christian." He nods and steps out.

"Ana, honey can I get you anything?" She is lying propped up so that we can get that little baby right side up and she looks tired.

"I am so nervous." She reaches for my hand and holds it while she has another contraction. I look at the monitor. This was the best contraction she has had in awhile

"I can only imagine. As I never carried my children, I wouldn't know. You are a brave strong girl, you will do fine."

Christian comes back a few minutes later.

"Elliot and Kate are coming over and Mia and Brady text and said they will be over closer to her delivery time. Dads out in the hallway mom, he said to tell you that he is hungry. Go ahead and have dinner with Dad. Doesn't look like you'll miss anything for awhile.

I am hesitant to leave Ana. She tells me to go and I give her a kiss and tell her to just keep doing what she is doing. Staying calm is the most important thing.

"Grace, will you come in and check Teddy as soon as he is born? I want you to make sure he is okay. Do you think he will be okay?" Ana starts crying and I bend down and take her face in my hands.

"Oh honey he is fine. Don't worry about that. But yes of course I will check our little man out. Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"

"No, but bring Christian something to eat okay?" I kiss her forehead and hug Christian. He walks me to the door and tells me to find Dr. Green. Oh dear, I can see he is starting to lose his patience. I tell him we will be back shortly and leave to find Dr. Green.

"Grace, I was just on my way to check on your daughter-in-law."

"Yes, my son request you come and give them an update. I don't think she is making much progress. What are your thoughts at this point?"

"Honestly I have told Ana several times that she is going to have a hard time delivering this baby. Her blood pressure is getting elevated and Donna just told me that the baby's heart rate is increasing a bit. So I am going to go talk to them now and if we don't make some progress by, let's see it's almost seven….by eight, I will do a c-section."

"Okay well then we will hurry and get some dinner and be back shortly." I find Carrick and text the kids and give them an update suggesting they arrive within the next hour. I have butterflies I am so excited. I watch Dr. Green walk down the hall. I just noticed Sawyer and Taylor are eating standing up. Oh for Pete's sake.

"Jason, get some chairs and sit down."

"We're good Dr. Grey. But thank you."

"Have you been standing all day? Good grief." He smiles at me.

"We're use to it. Really. We will get chairs later."

"Well okay. Have you had any security issues?" He looks surprised that I would ask.

"A few. You know typical reporters trying to get down the hallway, a few medical staff not cleared to me here being nosey, that sort of thing."

"Well let me know if you need me to talk to the hospital security or anything."

"Thank you. But I think we have it covered." Of course he does but I just feel like sometimes Christian takes that poor man for granted.

"Grace, I am ready to eat my arm, can we go dear." Oh Carrick, such a grump!

Christian's POV

Dr. Green has just left and said she will be back within the hour. The baby has turned but Ana is only dilated to seven, she has been dry heaving for the last ten minutes and her contractions are getting worse but without much progress. We are hitting fifteen hours since her water broke and I am starting to freak out. Ana is exhausted and has a terrible headache. She has only let my mom come in and when her dad and Maggie wanted to come in she threw a complete fit. The last contraction she was moaning and almost screaming and I can't stand seeing her like this. She is having contractions about every two minutes.

"Baby, please let's just get the c-section. I can't stand seeing you in this much pain."

"NOOO! It's supposed to hurt. Quit saying that to me. God damn it Christian I don't want to hear it. Oh fuckkkkk this hurts." She is having another contraction and screams out. Her new nurse is named Francine and she is in the room with us and takes Ana's other hand. Ana doesn't swear very often but man she just ripped off the whole lot of swear words.

"God damn it, fuck, this fucking hurts. Ahhh shit, give me your fucking hand Grey. What the fuck, son of a bitch it hurts. "I look up at Francine and shrug.

"Sorry."

"What the fuck are you sorry for Grey…Fuck I can't do this anymore." Ana start crying.

"It's okay Mrs. Grey I have heard worse." She looks over at the monitor and then takes Ana's blood pressure." She looks concerned. She reaches over, presses the call button. "Let's get Dr. Green in here please.

"Christian, my head hurts."

"Yes Mrs. Grey your blood pressure is really high. I want to move you on your side okay, but let's wait just a second for Dr. Green."

Fuck, what is going on. Ana's face is bright red, and I can hear the baby monitor going faster. "Is the baby's heart rate faster or is that my imagination?" Francine looks concerned and nods. "Well do something. That's bad right? Where the fuck is Dr. Green. I am paying her to be here not wondering around the fucking hospital."

"Please help me, it hurts." Ana is trying to do her breathing exercises during this contraction but her headache is so strong she starts dry heaving again. I am getting so pissed that Dr. Green isn't here I march to the door to go find her. Just as I open the door she comes rushing in.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"Mr. Grey…not now." She looks at me firmly and walks over to look at the monitor and then talks to Francine who gives her Ana's blood pressure. She quickly examines Ana and has a very concerned look on her face.

"Mrs. Grey, you've been in labor for fifteen hours now. Your contractions have slowed in spite of the Pitocin. We need to do a c-section- the baby is in distress." Dr. Green is adamant.

"About fucking time." I growl. Dr. Green doesn't look at me. I don't give a shit. I am holding Ana's hand to my lips and pleading with my eyes to not argue.

"Christian quiet." She squeezes my hand. She can barely talk she sounds so tired and her eyes are half open because the headache is so bad. Dr. Green tells us that Ana's blood pressure is dangerously high. I want to ask her what that means but not in front of Ana, but I am thinking all sorts of bad things.

"I want to push him out myself." Ana is whimpering and I am almost in tears at this point.

""Mrs. Grey, please. C-section." Dr. Green has her hand on Ana's arm.

"Please, Ana." I am begging her to cooperate her so I don't have to go nuclear and start screaming. This has to happen and now.

"Can I sleep then?" Ana manages to whisper out weakly. I can tell by the way her forehead is scrunched up that her head hurts and she is in pain.

"Yes, baby, yes." Oh thank fuck she is going to do this willingly.

I want to see the Lil Blip." I ask Dr. Green if she will be awake for the c-section and she assures me that she will.

"You will."

"Okay." Oh thank god.

"Finally," Dr. Green mutters. "Francine page the anesthesiologist. Dr. Miller, prep for a c-section. Mrs. Grey we are going to move you to the OR.

"Move?" We both ask. I need to let Taylor know to move the team and keep one person guarding this room. Someone needs to tell the family we are headed to OR.

"Yes. Now." Dr. Green is watching the monitor and seems nervous. I look at her and she shakes her head at me and suddenly all hell breaks loose. They are moving Ana quickly out of the room. Dr. Green tells me I need to change into scrubs but pulls me back.

"Mrs. Grey is in danger of a stroke. We are going to work quickly. So if you want to see your son born follow the orderly to get your scrubs and hurry."

"What?" I feel like I am going to pass out, but know there isn't any time for that. I shout instructions to Sawyer and Taylor as we are literally running down the hall. Taylor heard what Dr. Green told me and he looks shook up, but I see him quickly pointing to Reynolds, and Sawyer to follow us to OR to stand outside and he runs down towards the waiting room.

I change quickly into the scrubs and at the last second grab my phone and wallet and hand them to Sawyer as I go into the OR. I take Ana's hand which is strapped down to the table. I guess so she can't get her hand in the way of the surgery.

"I'm frightened." She whispers and I lean down and kiss her forehead.

"No, baby, no. I'm here. Don't be frightened. Not my strong Ana." Oh god I am so scared. I hope I didn't show it. Please be okay baby. Please. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to come in here and have him no problems. Why is this happening? Hurry, hurry, hurry. Please, god, make her be okay.

"What is it?" Ana sees through me. She always has.

"What?" I can't let her know what is going on. She is already scared.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. Baby you're just exhausted."

"Mrs. Grey, the anesthesiologist is here. He's going to adjust your epidural and then we can proceed."

"She's having another contraction."Francine announces." At least I think it is Francine she has a face mask on so it's hard to tell. I look around and see about eight people assisting. There is a carrier and what looks like a warmer waiting for the baby and I notice two nurses and the pediatrician, Dr. Kopper standing by. I nod. I know him as he works with my mom and has been a family friend for years. He will be Teddy's primary as my mom is still not back to work.

"Can you feel this Mrs. Grey?" Dr. Green asks Ana. They have set up a half screen over Ana's belly so she can't see what is going on. Ana tells her she can't feel anything and Dr. Green tells Dr. Miller "let's go." I can tell she is working over Ana's stomach but I can't see anything. "You're doing well, Ana."

I am sweating and more scared than I have ever been in my life. I can't even think about what I would do if something happened to Ana. Now I feel like I might faint. Fuck. I am brought out of it when Ana speaks to me.

"I love you." I look down at her and can't control my voice as I choke out words.

"Oh Ana, I love you, too, so much." I stand up and peak over the screen. Holy mother fuck, her stomach muscles and everything are exposed. I see his head. Oh my god I see my son. Dr. Green has her hands around his neck and is moving the cord. I can hear quiet sobs coming from my throat. My boy that is my baby boy.

"What's happening?" I look down at Ana and smile. But quickly look back as they lift my beautiful baby boy into the world. I watch as they suction his mouth and nose and then he cries. He is crying and it is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. I almost fall I am so overwhelmed.

"You have a boy, Mrs. Grey." Hell yes he's a boy. And what a package he has too! I am grinning from ear to ear.

I am vaguely aware that I have just cut my son's umbilical cord. Dr. Kopper is listening to his lungs, pulling on his legs, arms, rotating his neck. "Apgar is nine"

"He's a healthy handsome fellow Christian." Dr. Kopper shakes my hand.

They quickly bundle him up and although he hasn't been cleaned up yet hey hand me my baby. I have never held anything so small and he practically fits in my hand, but he is beautiful. He has a swath of dark hair from what I can tell. As I look down at him I am crying. Full on tears falling down my face and I walk over and show him to Ana.

"Here's your son, Mrs. Grey." I can barely speak I am so overwhelmed.

"Our son, he's beautiful."

"He is." I kiss him and he looks like he is asleep. "That was hard work wasn't it little guy?" Ana is crying and I bend down and kiss her and my tears fall onto her. "Thank you, Ana."

I don't want to put him down but they are working on Ana and I take him over to Dr. Kopper who puts drops in his eyes. That pisses him off and he cries out. I turn to check on Ana and Dr. Green tells me that they are going to sedate her to see if that will stabilize her blood pressure.

"Mrs. Grey we are going to give you something that will make you sleepy. It won't knock you out completely but it will relax you. We want to get that blood pressure down so we can stitch you up and get you back in your room." I walk over and Ana starts crying.

"I don't want to miss anything. Stay with him Christian. Don't leave the baby."

I kiss her. "Baby when you wake up we will both be right there with you. Get some rest you deserve it." I am torn. I don't want to leave Ana, who will be taken to recovery after they are done stitching her but I promised her I wouldn't leave the baby.

The nurse calls me over. "Mr. Grey your son is 21 inches long and he is a chunk, he is 8 pounds 5 ounces." I smile then laugh. How my little wife carried this kid around is beyond me. While he may be a chunk he looks so small to me. They have him cleaned up and his skin is flawless and pink. He is perfect. They have a little striped blue and white knit stocking cap on his head and have placed him in a diaper and little t-shirt. The nurse swaddles him and hands him back to me. Oh my god he is beautiful. I bend down and kiss him repeatedly. I walk over to show Ana and she is almost asleep. She whispers, 'so beautiful' and falls asleep.

"Dr. Green is she going to be okay?"

"Yes, but I won't lie to you. She had us nervous there for a second. She was in danger. Next baby will be a scheduled c-section. Congratulations, he's a beautiful baby. Really. He is just stunning." I smile with pride. They inform me I can't carry him to Ana's room, I have to put him in the bed with the warmer but I can push him. I exit the OR with Francine and my son and there to greet us and waiting is Reynolds and Taylor. Taylor has his hand extended to congratulate me and looks down.

His voice chokes. "Congratulation's sir. He's a handsome little guy. Wow. Just perfect." I doubt Taylor has ever seen me with such a big smile and so elated. I shake Reynolds hand and he bends down.

"Welcome, Little Grey. I am your protector, and in about sixteen years, your worst nightmare. You and I are going to be glued at the hip." We walk to the room where Sawyer is waiting and he has a big smile.

"First of all congratulations. Secondly, how is Mrs. Grey?" I fill them in on what the hell happened and I send Sawyer to wait outside recovery. "Sawyer before you go to recovery, can you get my mom? Just my mom. Everyone else needs to wait. Don't tell her why." I take Teddy in the room and pick him up holding him close. A few minutes later the door opens and my mom puts her hands to her mouth and then has her arms wide open. I think she is going to hug me but she swipes my son right out of my arms making me laugh.

She places him back in the bassinet and takes his blanket off and checks him out. She kisses each of his little hands, and then kisses each of his feet. He has my feet, I can tell that already. She rubs his chunky little thighs and then she inspects his cord. She hasn't said a word but I hear her crying. We are both crying. I lift his little foot up and read the band they have placed around his ankle. Grey, Male M: Anastasia Grey F:Christian Grey. 5/2/12. Wow its official. I don't even remember when I was given a band but I am wearing one now and it matches Ana's and Teddy's. My mom touches my wrist band and looks up at me and wipes my tear. She wraps him back up and kisses him softly on the forehead then turns around and looks at me.

"He is perfect Christian. Just perfect. You have your own perfect little family." I put my arm around her and kiss her forehead.

"He is lucky that he will have the best grandmother in the world too." She is just bawling her eyes out. I know she never thought she would see me have a family and be so happy. I let her cry for a few more seconds.

"Mom will you babysit for a second? I want to tell the family and then go check on Ana in recovery." I tell her quickly everything that happened to Ana and she tells me she was so worried when Taylor said they were rushing her to OR. She tells me Ray is beside himself so I should get out there and fill everyone in. I take my cell phone that Sawyer gave back to me and take a few shots of my mom holding the baby. Still in scrubs, I practically run to the waiting room with Taylor following me.

Everyone jumps up when I enter the room and it is chaos for a few seconds. I go to Ray first. He looks absolutely pale as a ghost.

"She's going to be fine Ray." I fill him in and talk quickly so I can go to her. "The baby is gorgeous and everyone can come see him when Ana gets back in the room. I want her to be there when you all see him. He is perfect. He is eight pounds five ounces and twenty-one inches long." Everyone claps and hugs me. I show them the pictures on my phone.

"Wow I can't believe you're a father." Elliot proclaims and my dad makes us all laugh when he says, "And Elliot I can't believe your not!"

"What was the time Christian?" Brady asks. I tell him 8:21pm. He has a big smile as he is the winner of the pool with the date, time and he was the closes in the baby's weight.

I tell everyone to relax for a bit while I go check on Ana in recovery. Then I stop myself and tell Ray to come with me. It's his daughter, he should see for himself that she is okay.

The nurses are rubbing her stomach when I walk in. She is still a bit out of it so Ray tells me to go ahead and stay with the baby and he will wait with Ana. When I go back into the room, my mom is sitting in the rocker next to the bed holding Teddy close and humming.

"Being a grandma looks good on you Mom." She smiles the biggest smile and stands up.

"Here" She hands me the baby. "I will go sit with Ana for a little bit, you stay here and hold your son. I know she would want you to be with him." I take him from her and let her know Ray is there too. As soon as she wakes up, I tell my mom to come and get me.

He is so small. I slowly rock him and quietly whisper to him as a shift him and cradle him in my arms so I can look at his perfect little face.

"You are Theodore Raymond Grey. You are my son, and I love you so much. Because of you, and your beautiful mommy, I have a heart now. And it is so full of love for you my little man. I will protect you and love you more than any daddy could ever love their son. I won't let you down. I love you baby boy. I love you so much."