A/N: Alright. I'm doing something different with Ana and Christian. I thought of making an entertaining supernatural romp. This is the result. This is me thanking you all for sending love and prayers my way. I will be updating each story slowly but surely. Tell me which one you want me to update next. Family means more to me than any riches and gold, and I feel as if I have found my community among you wonderful readers. WHO IS CUTTING ALL OF THESE ONIONS?! (Clears throat because I'm a gangsta and not some wimp)

Full Synopsis:

Anastasia loves her job as a full-time live-in nanny to the elusive Christian Grey and his cute four-year old son. So what if the house is on top of a very large hill surrounded by forests and the ocean. Or that she can hear howling at random times of the night? Or she'll see a flash of yellow in the kid's eyes for no apparent reason. That's normal, right?

I hope you all enjoy,

WEREWOLF NANNY.

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All mistakes are my own.

I do not own FSOG.

Let's go!

New York

"Hey Ana!"

Tipping her head to the owner of her favorite diner in the Tribeca area, Ana waved to Al, before picking up the menu. She'd been at the diner more times than she could count, the plus side being it was only a block from her studio apartment, and that they served good food.

"It's the same thing up there from two days ago," the young waitress said pad in hand, gum smacking with every chew. Ana laughed before glancing up at her.

"I know Roxy. But I like to see if I might order something different."

The Black woman rolled her eyes before flicking her waist length braids over her shoulder.

"You won't, Ana."

"How do you know?"

The woman only raised her brow and they were locked in a battle of stares until Ana grinned sheepishly.

"You're right. Bring me the-"

"Veggie burger steak fries, and coke? No problem," she said in a sing-song voice before turning on her heels and heading to the back. Ana sighed before looking out of the window and into the busy metropolitan street. Ana loved New York. She was originally from Washington, and made plans her entire life to move to the big apple. Like most young women she saw the television shows, and the life one could carve out for themselves, and she vowed to go. Her mother, god bless her, was always encouraging her to do what her heart desired. Even before she passed she made sure Ana knew to follow her dreams.

"It's the only thing that'll make me happy baby. To know you're following what's in your heart. You said you wanted to write and live in New York, then do that. You know I'll be watching."

That was five years ago. Her father was more hesitant, but he knew, like Carla, that Ana had a gift. He still lived in the small town she grew up in Washington, but Ray was also logical.

"Listen. You get your degree, and apply for a job, while writing the next great American novel. Once you become a success, quit and live the rest of your life on royalties," he often joked to her. She could see the comfort it would give her father if she went to college first, so she did. And she graduated with honors. She even found a studio apartment, in a safe area, and had some friends. But she hated her job.

Well, former job..

It's all good and well to make an exit worthy of a queen when telling your boss the many places they can stick the planned itinerary, but Ana probably should've made a pro/con list of why she shouldn't quit her job. The main reason having to do with rent due in less than two weeks. Granted, she could call and ask her dad for help, but that would be admitting defeat. And Ana was no quitter. She saw the group of men sitting at the table in front of her get up, grab their briefcases and head out. Ana saw the paper they left on the table reached over and grabbed it. She immediately went to classifieds to look for a new job.

"There's no time like the present," she said sarcastically.

Ana scoured the pages trying to find anything that would pique her interest. She was a writer so anything in that field would work, but she learned quickly in New York that she was one in a billion, so the chances of landing her dream job was slim to none.

"Here ya go, burger and fries," Roxy drawled out before setting down her plate and drink. She thanked her before picking up a fry. Roxy noticed what section she was looking at and grinned.

"Can't take your current job anymore?"

"I quit it, actually. And I couldn't stand my boss anymore. If I had to hear one more reason why Jack Hyde is the greatest I was going to shoot myself in the head. Plus, the guys a creep. I don't know how any of the women are remotely interested in him." Nodding, Roxy crossed her arms over her ample chest.

"Yeah, well I don't know about creeps, but I do know about ungrateful bosses!" she shouted the last part, causing the owner, who was also the chef to glare at her. The dark-skinned man scowled but Ana could see his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"If I have to hear about how you are being persecuted all because I didn't give you time off to go and shake your backside at some new club opening I will cut your pay!"

"You can't cut it anymore than it already is! Besides, you are not my father!" The man rolled his eyes.

"Roxy, I might as well be. I have to look out for you young girls coming to New York without no men or dad to protect you! And that includes you Ana," he said using his spatula to point in her direction.

"You do know it's 2020, not 1950?" Ana asked. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What on earth does that have to do with anything? And why are you holding the newspaper Ana?" he asked, causing Ana to roll her eyes. Mr. Al took it upon himself to be her surrogate father especially when she met Ray when he came to visit her in town. Since the two shared a military background it was silently agreed on that he would look out for her. Even Ray would ask about Al everytime he called.

"She's looking for a new job. A better one," Roxy shouted. Ana giggled when he looked as if he'd been shot.

"Does Ray know?"

"I'm going to tell him, so don't even call him Al," Ana said. Ray only glared at the two women before focusing back on whatever meal he was making. Roxy turned her back on him, returning to their conversation.

"Anyway I'm sure you'll find something better. I am so glad that my paperwork is almost settled before I can start my job at New York University."

"It's almost done? Congratulations!"

Roxy grinned at the compliment. Ana felt she deserved it. Like her she was from out of state, but was determined to become a student advisor to incoming undergraduates. She told Ana one evening that a counselor had helped change her life and she wanted to pay it forward.

"Thanks. I only have a couple of weeks here left before I head to the school. I've been trying to find a replacement for Al, but you know that I'm irreplaceable," she added saucily causing Ana to laugh.

"That is true."

The bell rang in the front and Roxy tilted her head to the group coming in for a late lunch.

"I'll talk to you later, Ana."

"Okay."

Grabbing her burger Ana moaned at the wonderful taste of the juicy double cheeseburger before scanning her eyes over the jobs. She wasn't much into housekeeping, and didn't know how those other wonderful men and women were able to do it. She tried searching in her expertise, but saw nothing other than personal assistants. Fifteen minutes later with her meal gone, she was just about to give up when she saw childcare services.

"Interesting."

Wanted:

Looking for immediate nanny for a four-year old boy. Must be good with kids. No criminal record, Willing to live on property. Apartment suite on premises of estate. Must have experience in working with children. 100k salary. Weekends and major holidays off. Religion included. Please contact the email/phone number below. Only accepting serious applicants. Must sign a year contract.

Ana's eyes widened in surprise. It almost sounded too good to be true. She loved to write, but one thing Ana loved more than writing was children. It was probably why she loved romance books and wrote them happily ever after. She even wrote a bit of online fiction under pen name and she was known for her over the top epic love stories. She was twenty-eight. Was she even ready to take that step?

"Have to start somewhere," she murmured to herself before making the call.

LOL Here we go! Tell me what you think!