Author's Note:

Thank you to those of you that have left reviews of this story. I have a super busy life right now so I'm trying to only post a chapter or two at a time even though I have a little more written. I've had lots of people as for longer chapters and I wish I could tell you that you will see that changing. Unfortunately you may still see some shorter chapters as I'm trying to keep them focused on one point of view (two or so more if I think it's super necessary). Its been forever since I've written a story and your comments motivate me to keep going so please keep them coming! This story has sooo long to go and it has so many ups and downs. I hope to see you all stick with me!

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Ana POV

At 3:30 Sawyer and I walk out of SIP and to the car. We are headed to the doctor and I'm nervous. Sawyer opens my door for me, and I climb inside. Once he's climbed into the driver's seat, we take off towards Dr. Bartley's office. It takes no time for the doctor to call my name from the waiting room. Sometimes being married to Christian can be a real godsend. I find that no matter where we go, we never have to wait anywhere.

"I'll wait here Mrs. Grey," Sawyer says. I stand for a moment contemplating my choices. If this is something serious, I don't want to be alone, but it's Sawyer. I weigh the options for a moment in my mind.

"Sawyer, will you please accompany me?" I ask hesitantly. His eyes shoot to mine surprised, but he quickly masks it before climbing to his feet and following us into the examination room.

Dr. Bartley has asked me what feels like a hundred questions and she still seems puzzled. "Let's draw some labs and we will see what we can come up with. I'll send someone in to draw your blood," she reassures me. A moment later a middle-aged woman named Melody comes in to do the draw. I hate needles, they make me anxious. I look over at Sawyer and he sees the panic set in. He climbs out of his chair, crosses the room, and holds out his hand. I grasp it gently and hold on to it while she does the draw. Once she's done, I let go of Sawyer and he regains his place in the chair he had previously vacated. Christian would be upset with how I'm interacting with the staff, but I need someone to support me without him here. I'm grateful that Sawyer is the one with me today because I'm not quite comfortable with Ryan yet and Prescott would have long ago told Christian. Taylor is a close second to me, but in my eyes, he will always be loyal to Christian first and that means I have to filter myself to him. Sawyer on the other hand is my security and spends most of his time with me meaning his loyalty will always come to me first.

Thirty minutes later, Dr. Bartley rejoins us in the room. "Mrs. Grey, I think I found out why you've not been feeling very well. You're pregnant! Congratulations Mrs. Grey!" she says smiling at me. I feel shocked and I know my face says so. I glance over at Sawyer and he too seems shocked. I place my head in my hands trying to regain my composure. I would never want Christian to know that I wasn't happy at first. "Dr. Greene is on her way to do an ultrasound. Here is a list of 'Do's and Don'ts' and your prescription for your prenatal vitamins," she continues.

A moment later Dr. Greene knocks on the door wheeling in an ultrasound machine. "Thanks for coming Angie. I was just telling Mrs. Grey you'd be here," Dr. Bartley says addressing Dr. Greene.

"Hey Mrs. Grey. Congratulations! Ready to see how far along you are?" Dr. Greene asks me.

"Sure," I respond finally finding my words.

"If you can just undress and put on this gown, we will all give you a minute," she says staring pointedly at Sawyer. He nods and the three of them exit the room. A moment later there is a knock on the door and all three rejoins the room. "Mrs. Grey, we will need to do a transvaginal ultrasound this early in the pregnancy. Are you okay with Mr. Sawyer staying? I can close the curtain so he can't see anything other than your head," she asks in her normal no nonsense tone.

"Yes please," I reply. I smile weakly at Sawyer and he comes beside me and takes my hand. "Sawyer he's going to be so pissed at me. He's told me repeatedly how he doesn't want kids yet. What am I going to do? What if he leaves me? What if he doesn't want this baby? I don't even know what I would do if he asked me to…" I whisper to him unable to finish my sentence.

"Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey will be so thrilled. This will be so good for you both. Just give him some time and he'll be fine. I'll be here to help support you in telling Mr. Grey. All you need to do is tell me what you need and it's yours," Sawyer encourages me. I smile at him as tears begin to cloud my eyes. This is too much. I can only imagine how furious he will be when I tell him. The room goes silent as I try to clear my head when I hear it. Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh, the baby's heartbeat fills the room. I look down at the monitor and see it. Blip… my Blip

"Mrs. Grey, it appears that you are about seven weeks along. This makes your due date sometime in May. We will narrow down the specific day at your next ultrasound," Dr. Greene says to me. I say nothing at first, I just take the pictures she has printed for me and stare at them.

"Look Sawyer… it's Baby Grey," I say showing him the photos with tears filling my eyes. He smiles at me and offers me his handkerchief to dry my eyes.

"Mrs. Grey, you need to make sure you are eating enough to support you and baby. Mr. Sawyer can you help me with that?" Dr. Greene addresses Sawyer directly.

"Yes Doctor. I'll do some research and will see to it personally," Sawyer replies to her. The two doctors leave and Sawyer hands me my clothes. I step behind the curtain and dress quickly. After stopping to make my appointment for our next ultrasound we climb into the Audi to head back to Escala.

"Sawyer… can we keep this between us for a few days? I want to surprise Mr. Grey this weekend," I ask hesitantly.

"Absolutely Mrs. Grey. Let me know if you need help with any preparations. If Mr. Grey asks you had a late meeting tonight. He texted me half an hour ago wanting to know what had you held up at work," he answers.

"Thank you, Sawyer," I say more appreciative of his support than he will ever know.