Ana's POV

My name is Ana and I am 25 years old. I am from Montesano, Washington, but I moved to Portland, Oregon after I graduated from WSU Vancouver 4 years ago. I met a man named Sean, who introduced me to BDSM shortly after my graduation. I had planned to move to Seattle with Kate, but I decided to stay and see what Portland and Sean had to offer me.

With Sean's guidance, I fell in love with BDSM. Sean and I never connected on a deeper level and after a year, he let me go and we were still friends who scene together occasionally. One night, I was coming out of the BDSM club that Sean introduced me to, I came out into the parking lot with Sean. There was an altercation going on between us and our cars. The 2 men were fighting and then the one man pulled out a gun and he shot the other man. 2 other men approached him and pointed us out to them and they all 3 came towards us and I tried to run but the first man caught me and he stabbed me in my abdomen. He twisted the knife and I fell to the ground and I heard a gunshot and saw Sean fall to the ground and it was quite obvious that he was shot in the head. I lost consciousness after that.

I woke up in the hospital hooked up to machines. There was no one in my room. I notice some men in suits standing outside the door. I pressed the nurse call button because I need to find out what the hell is going on.

A nurse finally came in and told me she would go get me a doctor. Whenever the doctor emerged, she told me about my injuries. The one that sticks with me the most is that my uterus was damaged badly and she said they would keep an eye on it, but it is unlikely that I will be able to get pregnant. I cried about this a lot. I want to have babies someday, but I guess that I will have to adopt someday maybe.

After she left, a couple of people came in with badges and said that they were with the FBI. They asked me questions about the altercation and I told them everything that I could. They said that they needed to put me into witness protection and pretend that I had died that day because the men all have ties to the mafia and if they knew that I was alive, they would be after me. I cried about it, because I would miss my Dad and even my barely present mother, but ultimately agreed.

They transferred me to Aspen, Colorado. They gave me the new identity of Angie Smith and they moved me in with a woman named Tina Andrews. She was nice enough and I eventually got along with her. They hooked me up with a job at a local restaurant and they told me that if I ever talked to anyone from Seattle, Vancouver, Portland, or anywhere nearby, that they would have to uproot me and move me again. I figured that should be easy. Why would anyone in Seattle end up there?

They also informed me that since I was leaving a BDSM club whenever it happened that, again, I would have to be relocated if I went to one while I was here. That was gonna suck. I learned that Tina was also involved in BDSM and she just made me jealous telling me about her trips there.

3 years later and life has been monotonous, but bearable. Tina came in and was so excited to tell me something. She told me about her night of subbing for Christian Grey. She said he is a well-known multi-billionaire in Seattle. She tells me about how he asked her to sub for him but that she told him she had to think about it and she asked my opinion so I researched him and found that not only was he rich and successful, he was also extremely handsome with his copper hair and grey eyes. I had to look away after a bit because I was becoming aroused by the thought of him.

Being jealous, I just told her she should take some time before she chooses someone to sub for and that she should also look at different options. I also lied and told her that I would miss her too much if she moved away.

That evening at work, I was shocked whenever I bumped into him. I said sorry and kept moving. I cannot talk to him. I really don't feel like moving again. I felt him staring at my ass, but I kept moving. To be honest, whenever I had bumped into him, I felt some kind of connection with him. It was like an electrical surge moving through my body.

Eventually, I came to his table where he was sitting with Jeff Dansby. Jeff is a regular here.

I was successful at not making eye contact with him but it was extremely hard. I felt his eyes on my ass for a while and then eventually they left. Whenever they left, I cleaned their table to discover a 100 dollar tip and his business card. I gasped. I slipped them into my pocket and I cleaned their table and finished my workday and I went home and went straight to bed and I got my vibrator out and I fantasized about having that man's hands all over my body. It was pretty great. I just wish it was the real thing.

3 months later, I was shocked whenever my phone ringed and whenever I answered, I discovered it was him and I felt like my heart was in my throat. I had to hang up. I cannot talk to him. Tina said she called to accept his offer to be his sub but that he rescinded his offer. Secretly, I was relieved, hoping that someday I would have the man for myself. I know it isn't likely, but a girl can dream.

I masturbated again after the phone call fantasizing about him and just as I was about to come, Tina knocked on my door, ruining it. Ugh.

I threw on my blue jeans and answered the door and she told me that someone was here to see me. She looked excited about this, but sad at the same time. When I walked out into the living room with her, I saw why. There stood Christian Grey looking as handsome as ever. I hid my smile and asked why he was there and he asked to talk to me privately and I reluctantly agreed. I hope I don't get moved because of this. We talked in his car for a little while and I couldn't fight it anymore and I kissed him. I hope I don't get moved, but if I do, I want to make the reason worth it. I begged him to fuck me and he finally agreed and took me back to his enormous house. He invited me for wine and I drank some wine with him before I begged him to take me to bed and I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but he told me to trust him and I did. I didn't regret it either. He made love to me in a most magnificent way and it was THE single best sexual experience of my existence. I told him so and he smiled and pulled me into his side and I laid my head on his chest and quickly drifted off to sleep.

I wish I hadn't. I wanted more but the orgasms drained me. When I woke up, I saw that it was 5 am and I wanted to wake him up, but I decided to check my phone. I missed a call from the feds. Fuck. They know. I listened to the voicemail and they ordered me to be in their office by 8. I reluctantly got up and put my clothes on, purposely leaving my panties. Once I was dressed, I found a desk with a paper and pen on it and I left him a note and I signed it with my real nickname. I will miss him.

I leaned down to kiss him softly and he smiled in his sleep. I quietly left the room and closed the door behind me.

When I entered the big room, I grabbed my coat and the man he called Taylor comes out of nowhere and I jump startled. "I'm sorry. Are you leaving?"

"Yes. Any chance I can get a ride home from you? I don't want him to know I'm leaving just yet."

"I can do that." He guides me to the garage, grabbing some keys on the way. He lets me into the back of his SUV and I just rub the expensive leather seats. It must be nice.

Once we arrive at my place, I ask him not to tell Christian that he brought me home because I don't want him to get involved in this. He reluctantly agrees.

When I get into the apartment, I don't want to wash the smell of Christian off of me yet, so I just lay in my bed and cry, already missing Christian. When it is close to 8, I get up and take my car down to the office where I am notified that because of my forbidden contact with Christian, I put myself at risk and needed to be relocated. I begged and cried but they wouldn't budge and eventually, I gave in.

They took me to my apartment and moved me out. I hugged Tina and let her know that maybe I will see her again someday. She doesn't know about my past, but Christian knows some of it because I lose all my senses around him and I talked too much.

I hope that the men responsible for the attacks and their mafia people are all put behind bars soon because I really want to go back to Seattle and see Christian again someday. I think I might love him. I even told him that in my letter. I hope it didn't upset him. It probably doesn't matter though because I will probably be in this stupid witness protection until I'm 80. I understand why I am in it, but my family thinks that I'm dead. I hate to think what they have gone through, thinking that they lost me that young.

5 years later – present time

It has been 5 years since I was, yet again, relocated. I am now 30 years old. I have been living in Little Rock, Arkansas as Heather Jones. They have a knack for giving me simple names. I have been working at a small bakery. There's no chance of seeing Christian Grey in a bakery in Little Rock, Arkansas. It is a horribly boring job, but I'm coping with it.

I still haven't been able to stop thinking about Christian Grey and admittedly, I still fantasize about him. It is even better after experiencing his talents first hand but NOTHING beats the real thing. I fight the urge to call him on a regular basis. I have news for him that I've had to keep to myself for nearly 5 years. I don't know how excited he would be about it, but I am ecstatic about it.

3 months after moving here, I discovered that I was pregnant with Liam Christian Jones. I had been told that I only had about a 2% chance of being able to get pregnant by numerous obstetricians in Aspen because of my recurring scar tissue. I was shocked to discover that I was pregnant. They pretty much told me that it was some kind of miracle so it was definitely meant to happen, although I'm not sure Christian would see it that way.

He was born at 32 weeks because something happened because of the damage in my uterus and they had to deliver him by cesarean after I was rushed into the emergency room by an ambulance. As a result, I had to have a hysterectomy, but on the bright side, at least I have my son.

Luckily, he was born healthy, but quite small. He had to stay in the ICU for a little over a month, but he just needed more time for his little lungs to develop. He turned out fine in the long run and he is now a little copper haired, grey eyed boy. He is 4 and a half years old and he is a rambunctious little boy. He is the light of my life. We live together with an older lady named Helen in a small house. Helen is about 50 and she has been with us since the beginning and she acts as a grandmother to my son. She takes care of him whenever I go to work but he mostly stays with me the rest of the time.

He keeps me occupied since I am terrified to develop friendships with anyone outside of work, for obvious reasons.

I wake up to my little boy jumping on my bed. I smile and roll over. "What are you doing Liam?"

"Today gonna be a good day, Mommy." I smile. I hope for a good day every day.

"I hope so, baby."

"Get up, Mommy." He says, pulling my hand. I sit up.

"Okay, okay. Let's have breakfast and then you need a bath and Mommy needs a shower. We need to be clean if it is going to be such a good day."

He smiles. "Okay, Mommy."

We get up and have breakfast with Helen and then I give him a bath and I get him dressed and I leave him to play with Helen and I take my own shower and I get ready. I decide to wear a dress today since Liam says that it is going to be a good day.

We go out into the front yard and play for a little while before I see my agent pull up in a black car with a smile on her face. Whenever she gets out of the car, I approach her. "How can I help you today, Miss Lisa?"

She smiles and hands me plane tickets. I furrow my brow. Is she saying what I think she is saying without speaking? I look down and gasp whenever I see 2 tickets to Seattle, Washington I quickly wrap my arms around her. "Thank you so much, Lisa."

"It's my pleasure, Ana. It feels good to be able to say your real name again. Start packing up your stuff and we will be by to help you get moved home. We will put you back in touch with your family and give you back your ID and other belongings that we have kept. Your Dad has your phone, but once you make contact with him, you can get in touch with the rest of your friends."

I start crying tears of joy and Liam comes and hugs my leg. "You okay, Mommy?"

"Yes, I'm great, baby. We get to go on a little trip today." He smiles and lets go of my leg and takes off running into the house to tell Nana Helen. "I can't tell you how much this means to me Lisa."

She smiles. "No need. We understand."

"Can you tell me what happened to bring this about?"

"Come to our office and we will fill you in on everything and we will get you ready and you can come back and pack and we will take you to the airport and you and your son can go home."

I cannot stop smiling with tears running down my face and I hug her again. "I will be there shortly."

She nods and gets back into her car and drives away. I go in and tell Nana what is going on and she expresses how happy she is for us but that she will miss us. I promise to come visit. She keeps Liam while I go to the office and they tell me how the mafia bosses and a lot of their men were killed and/or captured in a raid. She tells me that the ones responsible for our attack are dead so I'm not needed to testify. This makes me extremely happy because that was part of it that I was NOT looking forward to.

They give me back my belongings and I am extremely excited but also extremely nervous about going back to Seattle after 8 long years of "death".

The tell me that they have a car for me at the airport in Seattle that is MINE and that I should consider it a gift from them for "being a pain in my ass" for 8 years. I laughed hard whenever they told me this but gladly accepted it.

I head back to the house and Liam and I excitedly pack and then we say our goodbyes to Nana Helen and thank her for everything. We promise her that we will visit as often as possible.

We are escorted to the airplane and we board it after saying goodbye to the agents again.

Whenever we arrive in Seattle, there is a brand-new black Dodge Durango, much like the ones that the agents drove sitting there with a man dressed in a black suit standing by it and I smile. I approach the man. "Anastasia Steele?" he asks.

"Yes."

He hands me the keys. "Welcome home." And he smiles and walks away. I finally shut my mouth and open the back door and there is already a booster seat in there for Liam.

"Are we home now, Mommy?" he asks me as I buckle him in.

I smile at him. "Yes, we are, baby." I kiss him on his forehead and close his door and get into the driver's seat. I look around the amazing vehicle and I notice I white envelope in the passenger's seat. It says Ana on it. I smile again and pick it up and open it up and slide out the letter inside. I open it and read it.

Anastasia,

We couldn't send you home and give you a car without giving you a place to live. The address is in the GPS and you will want to go to the 15th floor and you are in apartment 4C.

Thanks for putting up with us for so long. We wish you well

With regards.

I gasp and smile and kiss the letter. I start the car and the GPS turns on. "It's time to go to our new home and then to introduce you to my Daddy, Liam."

"Let's go, Mommy." He says excitedly.

I follow the directions on the GPS and it leads us to a very tall building called Escala. WOW! I let the guy at the gate to the garage know who I am and he opens the gate without a problem. This is awesome. I go inside and find my assigned parking spot and then I get onto the elevator and I take it to the 15th floor as instructed. Whenever we get off the elevator, I find the door and unlock it with a key on my keychain and we walk inside and I gasp. It is furnished already and I walk over to the windows and there is an amazing view of Seattle. Liam calls out to me and I rush to him. He is standing in a beautiful bedroom decorated for a boy, with a twin sized bed even. He has just been sleeping on a toddler bed up until now. "Mine, Mommy."

I giggle. "Yes, Liam. It is yours." He runs up to me and wraps his arms around me.

"Thank you."

"I didn't do this, but you're welcome, Liam."

He runs back off after he spots some toys and I leave the room and continue to look around and find a beautiful bedroom in mauve with a queen-sized bed in it. This must be my room. I go through it to find a beautiful bathroom with a huge glass shower and a claw foot tub. Oh my. I need a bath in that soon.

I go back out into the hallway and continue to roam down the hall whenever I come to another door. I open it and this bedroom is even larger than the other 2 put together. WOW! It has what appears to be a California king sized bed and it looks extremely comfortable so I flop down on it. This is the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on, with Christian's bed coming in a close 2nd.

This room is off white with burgundy and gold accents. It is perfect. I get up and check out my bathroom and it is even bigger than the other one. You could fit a bed in this room.

After we are done checking out the place, the movers come and deliver all of our stuff and wish us luck. They put everything in the rooms that they belong in. I decide that we should get showered and dressed and go to my Daddy's house. I want to see his face whenever I tell him that I am alive. I don't want to be far away from him and him go and have a heart attack on me.

We bathe and shower. Liam has his own little bathroom, too. I just hope he doesn't make a mess in it.

After we are clean, we get dressed and go back down the elevator. We get into the car and head out to my Dad's house. Whenever we arrive, I get out and get Liam out and I take his hand and we walk up to the door and I hold Liam's hand and I nervously knock. There isn't an answer and my patience isn't working right now so I knock again. "Okay. Okay. Calm down. I'm coming." I hear in my Dad's voice as he approaches the door. Whenever he opens it, he looks right at me and his mouth opens and he takes a step back. "Annie?" he barely whispers.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm back." I approach him and wrap my arms around him and it takes him a minute but then he wraps his around me and hugs me tighter than he ever has.

"I've missed you so much, baby girl. How are you alive?"

"They put me into witness protection but said it was best if everyone thought that I was dead. It was extremely hard, but I'm finally home."

I finally pull back from the hug, remembering Liam. "Daddy, I have someone that I want you to meet." I turn around and take Liam's hand and lead him inside and stand him right in front of me. My Dad gasps. "Daddy, this is your grandson, Liam Christian Steele."

"Are you my Papa?" Liam asks him.

My Dad shakes his head to snap out of it. "Of course I am." He picks him up and hugs him. "It's nice to meet you, Liam."

Liam wraps his arms around my Dad's neck. "it's nice to meet you, too, Papa. Do you have candy? Nana Helen always had candy for me."

I giggle. "No. I don't have any candy, but I can go get you some later, if you want." He lets Liam back down on the ground.

"I would like that, Papa." They smile at each other.

"Well, both of you get in here and have a seat so we can catch up."

We come in and we all sit around and spend the day catching up. When Liam goes to lay down, I tell him about the stabbing and them saying that I couldn't have babies until Liam happen. I also tell him how I am definitely no longer able to have children now because of my hysterectomy.

I tell him what the agents told me about the men who caused all this shit and he cried with me. I cook for us throughout the day.

We go to bed late and when we get up in the morning, we catch up some more.

We spend the whole day together until Liam goes to bed and then my Daddy starts talking. "So, who is the father of the little guy? Is he someone you met while you were cooped up in one of them stuffy towns or is it someone I may know?"

I smile at him. "It IS someone I met while I was in Aspen, but he lives in Seattle. He was in town on business. I knew I wasn't supposed to talk to anyone from Seattle because of the whole situation, but something just clicked and I fell in love with him, Daddy. They said by talking to him that I compromised my location, though, so they relocated me the next day. I want to find him and let him know about Liam. I really want to be with him, but I left him a note and told him that I didn't expect him to wait for me. I have to meet with him for sure about Liam, though."

He nods and looks like he is deep in thought about something. He gets up and goes into the room and I can hear him shuffling around. He comes back in and sits back down. "What's his name?"

"Christian Grey."

His eyes widen. "I heard about that fella on the news. Apparently, he is quite a big deal."

I smile sadly and look down. He hands me something. I look up and he has my phone. I smile and take it from him and wrap my arms around him. "I can't believe you kept it after all this time."