I HEAR YOU GUYS LOUD AND CLEAR, MUCH LOVE!
the time jumps will eventually happen, I promise.
This chapter is very dialogue heavy. It appears our dear CG is not enitrely over the the thirst tweet issue... it has certainly manifested in an interesting way. I wouldn't call this a drama chapter but a growing pains one, just like the one after will be. Please refer to Chapter 39 and Chapter 40 for some of the conversation between CG and AS that will provide a reference point to these conversations.
Chapter 51 – Babies galore.
Thursday, March 5th, 2020
CPOV
AS: Hey handsome, wanna have lunch with me?
CG: That depends on the menu ;)
AS: Actual food is on the menu, you perv.
CG: I'm sure I can have something added to the menu.
AS: Christiannnn! Just tell me, yes or no?
CG: Yes baby, I'll be done with my meeting by 1pm
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"I'm so excited, Baby Bailey is coming into the world today." Ana giggles as she checks her phone.
"You seem more excited than Gwen at this point."
"Gwen's body is a warzone right now... she probably just wants to sleep. Poor thing."
"Any updates?"
"Yeah Ros texted, they're about to take Gwen into an emergency C-section. The umbilical cord is around the baby's neck and her heart rate was dropping so that's why."
"That sounds scary..."
"It can be if she weren't in the hospital but she is and they're both gonna be fine. I know it. Same thing happened with Rania and Aria too... it happens more often than you'd think."
I nod. Fuck... I'd probably lose my shit if I had to see her experience that.
"Baby?"
"Hmm?"
"I have to go to New York next week."
She pouts. "I'm a little jealous, not going to lie. I haven't been to New York in over 3 years."
"Come with me. I have to be gone from Monday to Friday afternoon."
"I can't Mr. Grey... I've got this thing they call a job... and I took off last Friday. I need to pace myself."
"Can't you just quit?"
She rolls her eyes. "And do what? Knit ugly sweaters for you?"
"Yeah." I chuckle.
"I need to work in order to keep my brain sane plus, I'd miss you all during the day."
"I want you to come with me."
"Christian, we'll go to New York when the time is right. Besides, you're going to be working the entire time, where's the fun in that?"
"One of these days, I'm going to fire you." I grumble.
"I'll sue your ass for wrongful termination." She raises her eyebrow at me and I launch myself at her, throwing her down on to the couch as she squeals while I shower her with kisses.
"I'm pretty sure I can convince you to settle." I smirk, pushing up her dress and lowering myself to devour her.
...
"Thank you for lunch baby." I chuckle while I help her clean up.
"Now everyone is gonna know what kind of lunch date I had thanks to my just fucked hair." She giggles trying to fix it.
"Who cares what the fuckers think."
"Uh... the girl who has to work with them. You're up here conveniently out of sight while I have to deal with the rest of your employees."
I pull her close to me and kiss her neck. "I can't convince you to come to New York with me?"
"Christian, I can't... Aashu's wedding coming up and I need to take off 3 days for that to help with prep at Nani's house cause we're hosting one event there. Then we have the Miami trip to go see Karan and I'm taking off Friday for that. I have to really be mindful."
"You do know you're dating the owner right?"
"That's precisely why I can't just take off randomly. Look, I really love working but I also promised Mr. Travis that I wouldn't take advantage of my association with you. You also have to think how it looks..."
"Why the fuck do you care about what everyone thinks?" I'm so fucking irritated now. She seems to care way too much about how others see her.
"I care about what my peers think Christian because I have to work with them. You will never understand because you've never worked a job that required teamwork. You were always the boss and therefore not answerable to anyone. I am working with a team and I have had to earn the respect of my peers. I cannot jeopardize that because I'm dating you... In fact I now need to work thrice as hard to maintain it because I'm a woman AND I happen to be dating the owner. Look you obviously don't understand my position... so let's just talk about this later." Her face is tense and her brow is furrowed into that cute and adorable v.
She walks out of the bathroom and goes to clear up the lunch and throw it in the trash. I don't entirely know what to say to her. She's fucking pissed at me right now and leaves without saying goodbye.
...
We're on our way to Seattle-Mason to meet Gwen and the baby after a quick stop to get balloons. Ana hasn't said more than two words to me in this entire exchange. She just looks out the window or goes through her phone. I hate this.
"Where's baby Bailey?" Ana laughs as we walk into Gwen's room in the VIP wing.
We both hug Ros and Gwen and then head over to the cot near her to see the baby. Fuck, she is TINY.
"You know... even though my body is fucking wrecked... I can still tell you are one hot piece of ass." Gwen says deliriously.
"Why thank you, Gwen." I chuckle.
"I wasn't talking about you, Grey. I was talking to Ana." Gwen deadpans and Ros and Ana laugh out loud.
"Gwen honey, still feeling a little high?" Ana asks
"High? I feel fucking amazing." She giggles deliriously.
Ros shakes her head and we all laugh again.
"I'm going to wash my hands and arms really quickly and then I wanna hold this little nugget." Ana disappears into the bathroom and emerges a few minutes later drying herself.
Ros picks up the baby and gently hands her to Ana.
"You guys, she is perfect." Ana looks down at her in wonder and begins to talk to her. "Hi baby girl, I'm Ana, I'm so happy you're here... "
"You know she can't talk back right?" I attempt to lighten the mood with her a little and she looks up at me with a disinterested look.
"Thank you for captain obvious but my talking to her like this is aiding in her cognitive development. It's good to talk to babies, they start to sense patterns and touch is the best way to communicate with them, look let me show you. Ros take out your phone for this" She places her index finger lightly on baby Bailey and runs it back and forth across her forehead and the baby suddenly smiles. It's a perfect moment and Ros captures it on camera.
"How did you know how to do that?"
She shrugs "I did it once when I used to volunteer at the NICU and it's worked on every baby since then."
"It's beautiful."
"Do you want to hold her?" She looks at me with a smile.
"She's really small. I don't know..."
"Take off your jacket, roll your sleeves and go wash your hands and arms." She orders me. I swallow and follow her directive.
I come out and she's in a full blown conversation with the baby while Gwen has fallen asleep and Ros is on the phone with her mother.
I take my seat on the chair near the window and she gets up and helps me hold the baby, telling me to be careful of her head and neck. Fuck... she really is tiny and... I hope I don't fuck this up. Thank god she's sleeping.
"You're a natural Mr. Grey." Ana whispers and hovers over my lips and gives me a small kiss. "Hi Baby, this is your Uncle Christian, he made you a future CEO onesie but no pressure you can do whatever you want and he'll still love you." She giggles and I smiles, looking down in wonder. It's been over 20 years since I held Mia... I feel the emotion swell up in my chest.
I can't stop staring. Tiniest eyes, nose, hands and feet... Will our children be like this?
After a while, Jose arrives while the baby is now in Ana's arms again.
"Where is my niece? I demand to see the new heir in the Bailey Kingdom." Jose announces his arrival in grand fashion and we all laugh.
"She's snuggling with her favorite Aunt at the moment." Ana sneers. "And don't you dare curse in front of her... she just came into the world, we need to keep it innocent and classy for her."
"Whatever Hag, give me the child." He takes a seat on the couch and Ana gets up to hand the baby to him.
He starts to speak in Spanish with the baby, making Ros laugh.
"You better not be talking smack about me." Ana warns.
"I'm telling her about her fine ass heritage, hag. Don't interrupt." Jose goes back to his intense conversation with the baby.
"Have you guys decided on a name?" I ask.
"We're leaning towards Emilia, we're still deciding on a middle name." Gwen shares.
"She's so beautiful, I might just take her home with me." Ana squeals and growls as she takes the baby away from Jose to give to Gwen so she can feed her.
"You guys are welcome to see her anytime. We might need all the help we can get at this point." Ros laughs. I can tell she's a nervous wreck. I signal her to meet me out in the hallway.
"How are you holding up?"
She shakes her head. "Holy fuck, I'm a mom now. This feels... so weird. I mean I've mentally been trying to prepare myself ...fuck, Christian... being that room and watching Gwen go through everything..." she shakes her head. "I don't wanna fuck this up. I'm a little... scared. I mean did you see how fucking tiny she is?" She looks up at me and I swear the only time I saw tears in Ros' eyes was at her wedding.
"Ros, you're going to be fine and you have all of us. Your family is also coming in, you guys won't be alone."
"Yeah, thanks Boss. I appreciate that. It's just... damn you saw how tiny she was... the fact that hospital is trusting us to keep her alive and..." She shakes her head again.
"You need a drink." I smirk
"I need the whole damn bottle at this point." She laughs.
...
"Mrs. Jones is the bomb dot com. She never fails." Ana says giggling taking a last forkful of the creamy shrimp and mushroom pasta we're having for dinner.
"Yeah... I'm just glad she's stuck around. I was a real asshole to deal with before I met you."
"Only before you met me?" She laughs
"I see what you did there." I smirk and take a sip of my wine.
"Why were you so hard to deal with Mr. Grey?"
"I was just being... as you say, crabby and then the weekend after the wedding when I came back I was a much nicer person and I clocked her surprise at my being somewhat in a better mood which of course was a rarity. I would sometimes think it was a miracle she never left and that you being my life would make up for my past years of shitty behavior."
"Oh... so that's why you keep me around... for the sex and to pick up the slack on your bad attitude. I see how it is, Grey." She laughs.
"I have to make sure I put you to good use." I lean in and give her a small peck on the lips.
We talk a little more about Gwen and the baby.
"You're gonna miss Ros aren't you?" She teases.
"No I won't." I grumble.
"You love her. I'm sure she'll be itching to come back as soon she can too."
"The next 4 months will be a little hectic for me. With taking over her schedule and the travel."
"I know but it's okay... it's only for 4 months then things will calm down a bit."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be? You gotta do whatchu gotta do, Mr. Grey." She giggles.
"We won't be able to spend that much time together."
"That part will suck but again, it's not forever. All I ask is one date night a week and some hours on a Saturday or Sunday, where we can chill if possible. We don't have to go out, we can watch TV or just laze around." She shrugs.
"That's all you want?"
"I mean... I don't know, that seems pretty reasonable an ask... no?" She looks at me confused.
That's all she wants from me, just a measly date night and few hours on the weekend? I need much more than that.
Just as I'm about to speak again her phone rings and she tells me she's been waiting on this call all day.
"Hey Trish... I'm great, thanks for getting back to me... yeah, I was trying to sign up for private sessions with Hope but the app wouldn't let me...ohhh okay.. that makes sense. Who else would be available?...Robbie is back? Amazing... sure... yeah I'll take all those sessions." She laughs. "Yeah and then when I meet with him we can further lockdown a schedule... also, I have a small favor to ask given you know the whole media issue... yeah... you get it... I would need you and Robbie to sign an NDA... I hope you can understand... Thank you, I really appreciate that. I'll bring the paperwork with me on Saturday morning... awesome. Thanks mama. I'll see you soon."
She hangs up. "Finally, my Pilates situation is fixed." She giggles.
I'm not entirely amused.
"Who's Robbie?"
"He's one of the instructors whose classes I've taken before. Him and Hope are my favorites."
"You're going to take a private session with him?"
She looks at me puzzled. "Yeah, why?"
"I don't like it. Take it with a female instructor." My response is curt.
"Christian, Robbie is a really nice guy, he's in his early 40's... he's like in dad territory at this point. He teaches ballet at the Pacific Northwest Ballet school, including little kids and then Pilates at this studio for the past 6 years. He's a good guy."
"And you're going to be alone in a room with him."
"Christian... I'll be fine. Plus Prescott will be right outside the room and Sawyer will be nearby."
"Still, I'm not comfortable with it" Why doesn't she understand? Why does she need to defy me at every fucking turn? Why can't she just accept what I want?
"Why don't you guys run a background check on him, I'll give Taylor and Welch his name tomorrow at work, I'm sure it'll come back clean. I've been taking his classes since June... I'm comfortable with him, I wouldn't agree to take a private session with him if I didn't feel that way. Don't worry." She says with a smile.
I scoff "Like that sense of comfort helped a shit ton before.' The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Fuck... that's not what I meant. God dammit. Brain to mouth filter is in such fucking short supply.
Her eyes remain fixed on me but the smile is gone. I see her clench her teeth and look away, her eyes focused on the marble counter in front of us. She makes her way to slowly get up but I grab her hand.
"Ana, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."
"Let go of my hand." She says in a low voice.
"Ana, please...I'm sorry."
"Let. Go. Of. My. Hand." She enunciates and I hear the aggression build with each word. When I don't, she violently snatches it out of my grip and picks up her plate to load it in the dishwasher and then quietly sets out to make herself tea.
I close my eyes and breathe, trying to figure out what to say next. I know I fucked up. Fuck, Flynn would kill me too right now.
"Ana, I'm sorry. I was projecting... I really didn't... look, what I meant to say is..." as I'm speaking she's finished with making her tea and walks out of the kitchen towards the stairs up to her room.
I follow her, still at a considerable distance... before she enters her room she turns around and looks at me. No tears in her eyes, just disappointment. A look I have been on the receiving end far too often.
"Good luck on your New York trip." She slams the door in my face and locks it.
Fuck.
I knock and call out to her but she doesn't respond. I'll let her cool off. I'm not going to New York till Monday, we'll make up before then. We have to.
Friday, March 6th, 2020
CPOV
I barely slept last night and she ignored me the entire morning while getting ready. I tried talking to her and got nothing but the silent treatment. This is fucking infuriating. I've apologized... I've... fucking hell.
Fucking Flynn's away for a conference on the East Coast so access is limited. Elliot will have to do.
CG: Lunch?
EG: Lunch? With me? You okay, bro?
CG: My office. I'm buying.
EG: I'll be there at 12:30
...
"Mr. Grey, your brother is here." Andrea buzzes through the intercom.
"Send him through, Andrea."
The doors open a minute later and Elliot walks through looking like he rolled around the dirt.
"Where da grub at bro?" he snickers.
"It'll be here in another 10 minutes." I growl.
"So, to what happened for you to request the pleasure of my company? You never invite me over for lunch... it's always been the other way around" He walks over to me and tries to place his hand over my forehead. "You sick, bro?"
"Fuck off, Lelliot and for gods sake, take a shower and use cologne."
"What, my manly smell turning you off?" he laughs out loud.
I roll my eyes at him and we catch up till the food arrives and we dig in.
"It's been a while since I had a good pastrami sandwich."
"Can you not speak with your mouth full?" I growl.
"What crawled up your ass today?"
"As much I hate to say this... I need your advice."
Elliot almost chokes on his sandwich and stares at me for a few seconds.
"What?"
"Nothing, just enjoying this moment. Hold on, I gotta get the date and time down, actually no, I gotta text everyone... the mighty Christian Grey wanting advice from MOI?"
I roll my eyes. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"Hold on, let me get comfortable. Okay, speak... I shall share my infinite wisdom with you." He smirks and takes a bite of his sandwich.
I tell him about the fight with Ana last night and how she doesn't want to go to New York with me and how she fucking defies me at every turn.
By the end of it, Elliot does a facepalm and shakes his head.
"Yeah, I know I fucked up." I say in a low voice.
"Honestly bro, you need to take a fucking chill pill. I mean, do you realize how good we have it? Our girls don't fucking nag us... I mean look... given my less than ideal history with the women of Seattle, every time Kate and I go out we run into an ex-fling of mine and we've fought a lot about it but I can see her side of things, she can't help it cause I know I'd fucking lose my shit. So I can't play the double standard there..."
"Kate doesn't nag you?" I find that surprising.
"I mean for like little shit, like leaving the toilet seat up... she told me twice and the third time she told me she'd cut my balls off and well, let's just say I've never forgotten to leave the toilet seat up since then" He laughs and I smirk... of course Kate's threatened his manhood. It's the only way to get Elliot in line.
"She cares way too much about other people in this building think."
"Bro, for fucks sake, it's like you're trying to get your ass dumped. What do you want her to be? Isn't the reason why you like her and fell in love with her because she's so independent? Cause TRUST ME... if she ever gets to the stage where she's clingy then all good stuff you guys have will get old real quick and you will resent her."
"She doesn't need me Elliot." I get up and walk away to the window trying to desperately not pull out my own hair.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. I told her that my scheduled for the next four months was going to be hectic and that it'd be difficult to spend time together and all she said was that she wanted one date night a week if possible... "
Elliot face palms again. "BRO... what do you want her to say? You want her to be unreasonable and make your life a living hell?"
I don't know. I want her to need me like I need her.
"She just doesn't need me Elliot. She didn't want to move in with me, she wants her own room... she needs her girls night... she..."
"Christian, bro... look at me." I take a deep breath and look at him. "I know this is all new to you but the most elemental things that Ana needs from you is love and protection. Do you give her that?"
"I try to."
"Has she ever complained that she doesn't feel that from you?"
"No."
"Do you know how many guys would KILL to be in our position? We're dating women, women who we want to marry and who don't suffocate us. They gave us room to breathe... and all they ask in return is the same. Listen, bro... relationships need space and freedom... Kate is her own woman and she told me once that she absolutely needs time away from me so that she can miss me. If we don't live our lives a little separately then we'd never have shit to talk about or grow you know... like if I hung out with Kate all the damn time, then well... that's just a recipe for disaster. Trust me... again, not saying it should be done in an extreme but a little distance here and there is good for the relationship. Take it from someone who dated a fuck ton... as soon as the girl got clingy, I dropped her like a hot potato."
"I don't want to lose her Lelliot."
"Has she told you she's leaving?"
"Well after last night... "
"Well, yeah you fucked up there."
"She won't talk to me."
"Give her space. She'll come around."
I start to gather the empty wrappers to clear the table.
"I'm going to say something right now and I want you to really understand what I mean..." Elliot looks at me seriously.
"Yeah go ahead."
"What you're feeling right now... this is how we've felt for years when you were distant with us. We wanted you to need us too but we all had to make peace with the fact that maybe this is just the relationship we're meant to have with you... of course this was before we found everything out and now we understand what was really happening... I think you should talk to Flynn too just in case."
I slowly nod. "Yeah, I left him a message but he's at a conference. Hopefully I get to talk to him."
"Where is Ana right now?"
"She's at lunch in the atrium with Jose and Val."
He gets that mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's go have some fun."
"She'll murder me, Lelliot."
"You really are whipped." He laughs out loud. "Hold on, let me call her first."
He takes his phone out and sets it to speaker.
Ana's picks up. "Bro."
"Bro, where you at?" Elliot asks, laughing.
"Having lunch with my Queen and fellow hag." She giggles.
"I'm at GEH."
"You are? Come say hi. We're on the 5th floor." She says excitedly.
"I'll see you in a few minutes." He hangs up. "Showtime... it's been a while since I had a room full of girls drool on me."
I roll my eyes. "I'll be sure to let Kate know... good luck with that dick of yours."
He smirks and we make our way to the 5th floor.
Last time I was here was when the cookie exchange happened and just like that time, the whole room stops to gape at us both. Elliot being the fucking peacock he is, walks like he's at fucking pageant show.
We get to Ana's table and she rolls her eyes, while Elliot greets them all with his humongous hugs.
"I see what you did there bro." she laughs.
"What? I just came to say hi." Elliot feigns modesty. He doesn't have a modest bone in his body.
"Oh really..." She raises an eyebrow.
"Shut up hag, he was just flexing his muscles before he has to give it all up." Jose says in his usual annoyance towards her and we laugh.
"Jose, you're the only one who gets me..." they both fist bump.
"So what brings you to GEH?" Ana asks.
"Baby bro missed me and he offered to buy lunch which rarely happens and you know me... I never say no to free food." He laughs and I roll my eyes. Ana gives a tight smile.
"Sounds like fun. I'm going to head up... I have a meeting to prep for. I'll see you guys on Sunday." She gets up from her seat and gathers her things.
"Wait, now you guys put on a show for us." Elliot wiggles his eyebrows.
"I have a no PDA policy at work, I don't want to be hated more than I already am." She says impassively and walks around us and quickly exits the atrium.
"What just happened?" Jose looks at us confused. She hasn't told them. Thank God.
Elliot looks at me and shrugs. "Guess she had a meeting to prep for... any way I gotta head out. See you guys on Sunday."
"What's on Sunday?" I ask Elliot as we walk out the atrium.
"Ana invited us to Escala for brunch. Mia and her are going to cook."
This is news to me. "She didn't tell me."
"We all made the plan this morning... I'm sure she would've told you this evening."
"Yeah maybe."
"Bro... remember, she'll come around... and for fucks sake try to relax a bit... don't overreact."
I nod and we take our separate elevators to our destinations.
...
By some miracle Flynn calls me and I tell him everything, from the thist tweet shit, to the fight we had last night and what Elliot said to me this afternoon at lunch. I hear him sigh on the other line and I know... I just know I'm about to hear it from him too.
"Why did you terminate your contracts?"
"Because they wanted more."
"What was the more that they wanted?"
"They wanted a relationship, they wanted my time and I didn't want that so I would terminate the contract."
"What does Ana do?"
"She doesn't ask for more... she accepts whatever I can give her."
"And?"
"But she also doesn't take my crap."
"Because Ana isn't your submissive." He says taking off his glasses and rubs his face. He tired I can tell but he's still on a video call with me... it's around 10pm on the east coast. I'm sitting in my study and Ana still hasn't come home. She took a shift at the NICU and to see Gwen and the baby which I assume is to avoid me.
"I know that. Don't you think I fucking know that?"
"Well, by your choice of words while describing the issue here you said, and I quote 'why does she have to defy me... why can't she just accept what I want.' that is dominant language."
I swallow. Fuck.
"Christian?"
"Yeah."
"Talk to me."
"I need help obviously. I said something equally hurtful before... you know this and she by some miracle gave me a second chance... but what I said last night... there's no coming back from that. I was just... mean to her. I accused her of..." I'm a fucking asshole, that's what I am.
"You're going to have to work on that Christian, again, she's not your submissive. She is your equal and according to what you said she's not asking the world of you."
"SHE DOESN'T FUCKING NEED ME JOHN."
Flynn pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. Great, now he's frustrated with me too.
"Christian, what do you want from her? You want her to just live to please you and need you in a way that is essentially unhealthy?"
"No, of course not... I want her to be her own person... but I want to be the most important person in her life."
"Christian, can I be real for a second here. Friend to a friend?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Get over yourself. You're acting obsessively."
I'm blink a couple of times trying to register his reaction.
"Look, you said it yourself, she asks you for time and attention, she doesn't demand it like you do."
"Yeah and?"
"Well, she understands that you have a life, a life that is tied to thousands of people and their livelihood. Which is why she's doesn't demand things of you... and that may also be her upbringing that she politely asks for things. It may have to do with her low self-esteem again... however, she's equally protective of what world she's created outside of her relationship with you... her life has changed drastically in the last few weeks..."
"I know, I know, she has her network and that we need to have space in our relationship."
"Christian, we have to work on your reaction to when you don't get things you want and on your terms because if you lash out at Ana like this... well it's not healthy. By your own admission you accused her of being responsible for her own rape. That is a very serious accusation. It's victim blaming and it is damaging, it could set her back."
"I realize that John, I just... I didn't think."
"Based on what you've told me, she's tried to placate you every step of the way. She has accepted her circumstances but Christian... everyone has their limit. You're pushing those limits and in this case, there's no safeword to save the relationship."
"I know. I know." I look down. Fuck me.
...
"Sir?" I hear Taylor knock on the door to my study after I've finished my call with Flynn.
"Come in Taylor."
"Sir, Miss Steele asked us to pull a background check on a Robert Katsaros, the Pilates instructor she will be taking private sessions with."
"What's the verdict?"
"Sir, he's not a threat. He teaches Ballet to children between the ages of 4 to 18 and had a teenage daughter in high school. He's also Mr. Rodriguez's brother-in-law."
"Jose Rodriguez from GEH."
"Yes."
FUCK. Why didn't she tell me?
FUCK.
"So he's a good guy?"
"Boy scout, through and through."
I nod. "Where is Ana right now?"
"She's on her way back from Seattle-Mason with Sawyer and Prescott.
"Thank you, Taylor."
Ten minutes later, Ana walks through the great room. She doesn't acknowledge me and walks straight up to her room. I wait for a bit and take a deep breath and head up. Her door is closed so I head back down and set out a plate for her and wait. She eventually comes down but doesn't sit with me, instead takes out a plate from the cabinet to grab dinner.
"Ana, baby... can we please talk."
She looks up and me impassively and speaks ever so calmly. This is the terrifying Ana. "What would you like to talk about?"
"I'm sorry. I was wrong in what I said last night. Please, baby." I'm literally pleading right now.
"Strike me once, shame on you. Strike me twice, shame on me. There will not be a third time. Apology not accepted."
She walks out of the kitchen with her dinner and goes back up to her room.
Authors Note: Fair warning, the next chapter will be a little sad. Tissues will be needed. Again, it will be a growing pains chapter.
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