"I agree, Miss Steele. Let me take you to bed and love you." I grin and he stands up and helps me up. He puts his arms back around my waist and his lips crash back into mine as he slowly backs us away from the couch. Before I know what is happening, he picks me up abruptly and throws me over his shoulder, soliciting a squeal from me. He lightly smacks my butt. "Hush, woman." I giggle quietly as he carries me down the hallway to my bedroom, our bedroom. Once inside the room, he locks the door and then lets me down. I reach up and put my left hand in his gorgeous copper locks and crash my lips into his. While we are locked in this embrace, I put my right hand on his chest and I push him back up against the door, surprising him.

Once his back is flat against the door, I break the kiss, but my lips linger only millimeters away from his. "Let me love you first, Mr. Grey." His eyes widen just a little bit. Eventually he answers.

"Have your way with me, Miss Steele." My lips crash back into his and my lips crash back into mine. I grab the front of his shirt in my fist and pull him closer to the bed. Once I get close enough to the bed, I rub my fingers seductively down his chest until I get to the bottom of his shirt and I lift it over his head. Once it is off, his lips crash back into mine. I run my hands across his broad chest and defined pecs. I run my fingers through his smattering of chest hair.

I move my hands down to his well-defined abs and growl under my breath. He is so damn sexy. I break the kiss and I stare into his eyes as I hook my thumbs into the sides of his pants. He has just a hint of a smile on his handsome face. I bend over, seductively, as I slide his pants and boxers down his legs, never breaking eye contact. I smile whenever his magnificent erection springs free from his boxers. Once I get down to his feet, I break eye contact momentarily as he lifts his feet so that I can remove his pants. I throw them to the side and I stand back up and kiss him feverishly again and then push him back onto the bed.

Once he is laid back on the bed, he props himself up on his elbows so that he can continue to watch me. He has a beautiful, curious smile upon his face. I smile back and then I slowly and seductively lift my dress over my head and I throw it to the side. I look back at him and his eyes are scanning my body and he licks his lips as if he wants to devour me. Not yet, Mr. Grey. Not yet.

Once his eyes find mine again, I smirk and turn around. He loves my ass. I look back over my shoulder at him as I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties. I bend over as I slide them down my legs seductively. I continue to look back at him the entire time, as much as I can. When I get to my feet, I lift them, one at a time and throw them to the side along with all of our other clothes. I stand back up straight and then I turn back around to face him.

I smile whenever I see his magnificent erection standing before me. I move closer to him and I put an arm on either side of him. I lean in and whisper against his lips. "Enjoy, Mr. Grey." And I kiss him sweetly.

I stand back up and slowly and seductively kneel on the floor between his legs without breaking eye contact with him. I take his erection in my hand and I look at it and lick my lips. I look back up at him and then I notice a bead of pre-come on the tip of his cock, so I lick it off and then I surprise him whenever I take the head of his cock into my mouth without warning. I close my eyes for a moment to savor his taste and he is just as delicious as I had imagined that he would be.

I open my eyes back up and peek up at him through my eyelashes to find him staring with love and lust in his beautiful grey eyes. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock and I proceed to take him deeper in my mouth, paying special attention to his frenulum. I don't break eye contact with him because I know that he likes that. I continue to stroke his cock with my hand as I move back up to the head of his cock and slowly back down, going just a bit further. He moans, throwing his head back for a moment before looking back at me. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, telling me that he is thoroughly enjoying this. I continue my strokes, going further with each pass. I reach down and cup his testicles in my hand and lightly rub them. I slide my hand back further and I lightly tease his perineum with my fingers.

All the while, I keep eye contact with the exception of when he throws his head back moaning. I finally take him to the back of my throat and then I know that it is time with the next thrust. I relax my throat and take his cock in as far as I can. My lips are at the base of his cock at this point and he throws his head back again. "Oh, my God, Ana!" he says loudly but not too loudly. I shake my head back and forth lightly and then I pull out and do it again. He looks back into my eyes. "Ana, I need to be inside you. I want to come in your hot pussy." I pull back out and I release his cock and lick my lips. He sits up and puts his hands under my arms and he lifts me up and he stands up and lays me on my back in the center of the bed and his lips crash into mine again.

I pull back slightly. "Please fuck me from behind, baby." I whisper against his lips. He smiles down at me.

"It would be my pleasure, Ana." He sits back and helps me up. "Hands and knees facing the headboard, baby." I smile and obey his command and get onto my hands and knees and I back my ass into him. "Lay your head down on the bed, baby. It would probably be best if you use a pillow to muffle your screams this time." I nod and do as he asks.

He places his cock in the valley of my ass cheeks and he smacks me lightly with his cock. Suddenly he stills. "Ana?"

I turn my head to the side. "Yes?"

"What is this on your ass?" he says as I feel him lightly rubbing my tattoo with his fingertip. I forgot all about that. I got that like 3 years ago in hopes that I would find him again.

"That's my tattoo, baby."

"What does it say? It's too small to read."

I smile. "It says 'Property of CG'."

He continues to rub it with his fingertips. "When did you get this and did it hurt?"

"I got it about 3 years ago in hopes that I would be with you again. I kept it small, in the event that I never got you back. It, surprisingly, barely heart. It felt like rug burn."

"Well, I love it, baby."

He pulls back and leans over and kisses the tattoo and I smile. He takes my ass cheeks in his hands as he nears me again. He places himself at my opening and rubs the smooth head of his cock between my outer folds." You're so wet, Ana." I smile.

"Just fuck me, Christian. Please." I beg.

I can't look into his eyes this time because of the position. "Hold on tight, baby." I smile and grab onto the headboard, which is secured against the wall. "Are you ready?"

I decide to surprise him. "Yes, sir." And he thrusts his full length into me at once, soliciting a gasp from me. He stills for just a moment and then he begins to thrust, stroking me from the inside. He grabs my hair lightly, thrilling me, and he ramps up his thrusts, getting harder and faster.

"Do you like that, baby?" he asks.

"I love that, sir. Please don't stop."

"Very well." He continues to thrust relentlessly and my body tenses as my first orgasm quickly approaches. I bury my face in my pillow. "Come around my cock, Ana." He whispers and that is all that it takes and my body trembles uncontrollably as I cry out into my pillow, muffling the sound significantly. He continues to stroke me, riding out this magnificent orgasm. Once the final pulses subside, he says, "Fuck! I'm not going to last much longer, Ana. I need you to come with me."

I turn my head to the side. I let out a weak "Yes, sir." He ramps up his thrusts again and pulls my hair a little tighter in his one hand and then whenever I get dangerously close again, he smacks my ass and that is all it takes and my body begins to tremble again as I feel an even more intense orgasm rip through me whenever he grunts and I feel his cock pulsate as he comes deep inside me, never letting up his thrusts. Once my insides milk him dry and the final pulses of my orgasm pass, he stills finally. He leans over and releases my hair. He moves my hair to one side of my neck and then he kisses my neck again and I feel my inner muscles contract again.

"Fuck, you really do like that." He whispers against my skin.

"I love that." I tell him and he smiles against my skin and kisses my neck again, soliciting another contraction within me. He sits back and slowly pulls out. He kisses my tattoo again and then he smacks it and I collapse onto the bed, thoroughly pleased. He lays down beside me and I turn my head towards him.

"Mine." He says.

I smile at him and reply, "Yours, baby." And he smiles back. He leans over and kisses me sweetly. I roll over onto my side and lay my head on his chest. "You are an insanely talented man, Mr. Grey."

He chuckles lightly. "As are you, Ana. Don't fall asleep on me. I'm not done with you yet." I giggle.

I look up at him and kiss him sweetly and then look into his eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He smiles as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's relax for a bit and then we should go and have some fruit again for sustenance so we can regain our stamina." I nod and he kisses my forehead and I lay my head back on his chest and just rub his beautiful body.

When I wake up in the morning, I am wrapped up in Christian. I smile and open my eyes to find my son standing on the side of the bed, directly in front of my face, staring at me. I jump, slightly startled. "You scared me, son." I say.

He giggles. "I'm hungry, Mommy."

"Well, we can't have that. I will be in there shortly." He smiles and takes off running out of our room.

I wait a few moments, and then I slowly peel Christian's arm off of me and I slide quietly out of bed. I stretch and then go to my closet and take off my nightie and throw on a t-shirt and shorts. I go back out to the kitchen, where I find my son waiting impatiently. "I would like pancakes and bacon, please."

I giggle. That's our favorite breakfast. "Okay, son." I say as I rub the top of his head. "Now.." I bend down to his level. "I need you to go until I get it cooked up for us."

He puts on his pouty lip. "I want to help you cook."

"Not this time, son. Maybe Gail will come down and cook with you again today?" His smile returns.

"Okay, Mommy. I love you."

I kiss his forehead. "I love you, too, baby." He takes off running out of the room. I proceed to cook our pancakes and bacon. I make enough for Christian, as well, and I will put him a plate in the warmer.

I bring our plates back to the table and invite Liam to join me. We both sit at the table and start to eat whenever I hear noises coming from the hallway. I need to check it out. "Liam, I will be right back. I'm going to check on Daddy."

He nods with his mouth full. I get up and walk down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I get into the bedroom, I find him thrashing about on the bed repeating "No! NO!" so I rush to him and sit beside him and put my hair gently on his shoulders. He is drenched in sweat.

"Christian, wake up. It's Ana. You're okay." His eyes finally flutter open and when he sees me, he half smiles.

"Did you get out of bed?"

"Yes. I went to make breakfast. Liam woke me up."

"I had a nightmare. I have never had one when you were lying beside me. You're like my dream catcher." I half smile at him.

"I'm sorry, baby."

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down to him and kisses me sweetly. "I'm okay now that you're here."

I smile and kiss his lips sweetly. "Freshen up and let's go join Liam for breakfast and then we can get a quick shower before we start our day."

"Mm… Okay, baby. I will be in there shortly."

I nod and kiss his lips one last time as he releases me and I head back out to rejoin Liam in the dining room. Christian finally rejoins us. He is wearing his clothes from last night. "Your plate is in the warmer." I tell him and he smiles and kisses us both on our heads and he goes to get his plate and sits down with us and we eat together. This seems so normal. I hope that it can always stay this way, but with Christian's status in society, I'm sure there will be more issues at some point. I'm even willing to bet that Sasha isn't done causing problems for us.

After breakfast, Liam goes off to play and Christian helps me to clean up again. There's a knock on the door. "I've got it." He says and I nod and he goes to answer the door. He finally comes back into the kitchen.

"What was that, baby?"

"Taylor brought me some more clothes." I nod and we finish cleaning up.

After we're done, he goes to give Liam a bath and I go and shower first. After I'm dressed, I find him coming down the hall towards me. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me sweetly. "I was hoping to join you really quick." I smile at him.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay. Maybe next time." He winks at me seductively and I blush. "I'm going to shower and get dressed and I will be back out."

I kiss him again. "Okay, baby."

He walks past me into the bedroom and I go and check on Liam and he is playing in his room. I smile. He has always been imaginative and independent.

I go out into the living room and relax until the boys start to come back in. Christian is wearing a dress shirt with jeans and is looking incredibly sexy. Him and Liam are dressed the same. I just noticed that. They are so cute together. Christian leaves for a little while to go and do his press release. When he comes back, we all just spend more time together.

After lunch, Taylor knocks on the door again and lets Christian know that the paps are thick outside already. He hands Christian a bag and he leaves. "What do you have there, Christian?" He smiles at me mischievously.

"Disguises." I giggle.

"Is that necessary?"

"Yes. We're going to my parent's home in a little while and like I told you before, I don't want you or Liam to be exposed to the media just yet." I nod, understanding.

After a little while, he gets out his disguises and we all get dressed in t-shirts and blue jeans with tennis shoes. There is baseball hats and sunglasses to finish our ensemble. We look like a regular family going out to catch a ball game. We decide to bring along Liam's new t-ball set so that he can play with it finally.

Whenever it is time to leave, we head down to the parking garage. "Walk straight to your car and don't look around. We never know when one of them might sneak in." I nod.

Whenever we get there, we do as he said and he lets us into the car and goes around to get into the driver's seat. Apparently, he has experience with dealing with the media. "Taylor is going to go out the front exit to divert their attention so that they think we are in the car with him. We are going out the back exit and Sawyer will be following us."

"This seems so sneaky, but thrilling."

He smiles at me and we finally pull up to an elaborate home in Bellevue. I have never been out here before and that huge house is intimidating. He puts his hand on my thigh. He must sense my nervousness. "Don't be nervous, baby. My parents will love you. It may be just a little tense at first, but most of that will be directed at me because of everything that has come out. I'm going to take you and Liam and the t-ball set out back and set it up and then I'm going to take my parents into an office so that we can talk privately. I just need to tell them my side of the story and probably my history with BDSM and there will probably be a lot of emotions swirling around so I want you and Liam away from that. Everything will be okay, baby."

I nod. "Okay. I trust you." He smiles and leans over the console and kisses me sweetly.

"Let's do this." He takes a deep breath before getting out and he helps Liam out and then they come around and he lets me out. After he gets the t-ball set out of the back, we both take Liam's hands and share a soft smile before approaching the huge front doors. I've never been in a house this big before.

We stand at the front door for a moment. Christian bends down to Liam's level. "You met these people at that dinner party, but what you don't know is that they are also your Grandparents." Liam grins. "When we get inside, I'm going to take you and Mommy out back and set you up so that you can play t-ball for a bit while I talk to them alone. As soon as I'm done, I will come back and get you guys so they can get to know you both. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, Daddy." Christian kisses his forehead and stands up and takes his hand again and he knocks on the door, nervously. He glances at me and I reach over and rub his arm lately to calm him. I think this might be harder for him that it will be for us.

Finally, the door opens and there stands Grace. I smile at her as she smiles softly. She glances at Christian and then back at me and she wraps her arms around me and hugs me and I hug her back. "It's so nice to see you again, Ana." She lets me go and she leans down to talk to Liam. She wraps her arms around him as well and hugs him lightly. "It's nice to see you again, too, Liam."

He smiles back at her as she pulls back, but doesn't say anything. She stands back up gracefully and she hugs Christian gently. "Please, come in." she tells us and she guides us in. Christian picks up the t-ball stand and we walk in. She stops in front of Christian. "We need to talk."

He clears his throat, nervously. "I know. Let me take Ana and Liam out back and set up this t-ball set for them first and then we can talk." She nods, satisfied with this answer, and pats his shoulder and smiles at us again and goes to have a seat on the couch. Christian picks the set up and takes us out back. He sets it up and kisses me sweetly. "I will be back soon."

I nod. "Good luck, baby."

He smiles and walks back into the house. Liam and I play for a while and I occasionally hear raised voices in the house, but I try to focus on my son. Christian can take care of himself. He will be okay.

Liam and I are having fun whenever Christian and his parents all walk out onto the deck. His mother has her hands over her mouth and they are looking right at Liam and Christian approaches me with a smile on his face and wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead. I wrap my own arm around his waist and we turn to find Grace in an embrace with Liam with Carrick standing behind her and I feel the tears threatening to fall. Christian squeezes my shoulders and I look up at him and he smiles down at me. I direct my attention to Liam and his grandparents as they talk a little bit. Finally Grace stands back up and takes Liam's hand and I see the obvious tears in her eyes. "Come inside and we can have something to drink and talk for a little while." She says while looking at us.

I smile. "I would like that, Grace." She smiles back and nods and they all walk into the house and Christian kisses me sweetly and then we walk inside ourselves. We all have a seat in their family room and Grace calls for her cook and she comes in and after Grace tells her what we want to drink, she leaves the room. She comes back a little bit later and we all talk as we sip our tea. They seem like really great people.

I tell them about where I'm from and how I met Christian in Aspen and a little of everything in between. I avoided telling them details about the murders and my own stabbing, but they knew that I had no choice but to stay away from Christian for the last 5 years. They were understanding.

"Why don't you both stay for dinner tonight? Kate, Elliot and Mia will be coming. They will be happy to see you all."

I look to Christian questionably and he smiles slightly and nods, indicating that it will be okay. "We would love to!" I say to Grace. I grab Christian's hand and smile at him.

"Great!" We continue to talk and drink tea and talk a little longer and Liam really likes them. He calls them Mimi and Pop. They are happy about his names for them.

Whenever everyone else starts to show up, they look shocked, but happy to see us. Mia, didn't seem as happy as Kate and Elliot, but I understand. She doesn't really know me and our last encounter turned out different than I'm sure she had hoped, considering that, apparently, she got along with Sasha.

We tell them about how Christian and I met and about me finally finding my way back to him. I explain that I was supportive and respectful of his engagement with Sasha, even if I didn't like it. They all seem happy, except Mia. She put on a fake smile, but I could feel her resentment and skepticism. We all talk and Mia lets her parents know that she has a guest coming tonight and they are okay with it.

The cook announces that dinner is ready, but Mia's guest isn't here so Grace says that we can wait and then Mia says, "She texted. She is running late and said to go ahead and start without her."

"Are you sure?" Grace asks.

"Yes. She is perfectly fine with it."

Grace looks to Carrick and they have a conversation with only their eyes. "Okay. Let's go to the dining room, then."

Grace and Carrick sit at either side of the table and Christian sits next to Carrick. I sit beside Christian and Kate and Elliot sit next to me. Liam sits at the end of the table with Grace, per his request. Mia is sitting beside Carrick and there are 2 seats in between them. I notice that Mia has a mischievous smile on her face as she glances in mine and Christian's direction. Her behavior gives me a bad feeling about who her guest is. Surely, she wouldn't invite Sasha. That would be crazy.

We all engage in light conversation and Christian puts his hand on my lap and holds my hand as we eat. After about 15 minutes, there is a knock on the door and Mia claps her hands together with a huge smile. "I've got it." She places her napkin on the table and gets up, excitedly, and heads out of the room.

As soon as Mia comes into the room with Sasha, giggling, I can feel the tension in the room rise significantly. I look at Christian's face and see his struggle so I squeeze his hand to silently impart him with my strength. He turns to me and smiles softly as he squeezes my hand back. "I don't have to introduce you all to my friend, Sasha." Everyone just nods and puts on their smiles and nods, but says nothing, clearly upset that she had tried to ruin Christian's life and had the nerve to come here.

Mia directs Sasha to her seat beside her. I am slightly uncomfortable that this vile woman is sitting so close to my son, but surely, she won't try anything at Grace's dinner party. Mia sits back down as well. I can feel Sasha glaring at me so I glance in her direction to find her glaring at both Christian and I. I shake it off and turn my attention back to the rest of the family. The cook brings Sasha her plate and we all continue to share light conversation. Mia and Sasha mostly talk amongst themselves until Sasha turns back to us.

"Christian, we need to talk, privately."

Christian glances in her direction. "No. We do not. Anything that you have to say to me can be said in front of everyone else here."

She huffs. "Fine, when are you going to help to support me since I am pregnant with your child?"

"I will have my attorneys draw up paperwork this week and we can meet, WITH my attorneys present, and we can sign them if we are in agreement. In the meantime, I am sure the $50,000 that you stole from me will hold you over."

I hear someone gasp. I guess he didn't tell him that part. "Okay, but aren't you going to ask how our baby is doing?"

"How is the baby?" he asks, sounding like he is getting annoyed.

"He is great. I just started to feel him moving around."

"He?" She couldn't possibly know the gender yet.

"I just have a feeling." She says as she looks down smiling and rubs her still flat stomach. I roll my eyes. "Do you have a problem, Ana?"

I stifle a giggle. "Not that we need to discuss tonight. We should be respectful at Grace's dinner."

She scoffs. "Like you were both respectful at Kate and Elliot's dinner party?"

"Enough Sasha!" Christian says without being too loud. "The only thing that you should discuss with me or my family is the baby. The rest of it isn't any of your concern. I'm sorry about what happened at the dinner party, but like I said, I couldn't keep faking it with you. You should just eat and we should drop this for now. Like Ana said, we should have some respect."

She huffs again. "Fine." She goes back to talking to Mia, but keeps glaring at us. The rest of us go back to having some awkward conversation. Once everyone is done eating, we all get up and move back to the family room. Mia and Sasha are on the opposite side of the room, still talking amongst themselves, as we continue to talk with Liam and the rest of the family. Kate takes me to the side and asks me how I'm doing with everything and I tell her that I'm mad at Sasha, but overall, that I am great. I excuse myself to go to the restroom, and I go into the double stalled bathroom and do my thing. Whenever I come out, I am washing my hands whenever I hear the door open, so I look over and find that Sasha has entered the room and I just sigh, exasperated by her attempts to stir up trouble, along with her behavior this evening.

"Finally got you alone." She says with disdain. "We need to talk."

"What do we need to talk about, Sasha?" I ask as I dry my hands.

"We need to talk about you stealing my man and the father of my baby."

"I didn't steal him, Sasha. He loves me and our son. He will love your baby as well, but you know and did know that he doesn't and hasn't loved you."

She growls as she cocks back her little fist back and she catches me off guard so I lose my footing and fall. I start to get up whenever she quickly launches herself at me and sits across my stomach as she grabs my throat and starts to squeeze. "Stop, Sasha. You don't have to do this." I say because I cannot do anything to stop her because she is pregnant. I grab her wrists in an attempt to pull her hands off of my throat, but she is surprisingly strong and she just tightens my grip.

"You're wrong, Ana. He is mine and you stole him. I will have him back, though. Just you wait and see." She says as she continues to squeeze my throat and I can feel her talons digging into my throat as she squeezes my airway so it is getting harder to breathe.

"Stop, Sasha. You will never have him back, but you need to stop this. It is helping no one."

She grins wickedly as she continues to squeeze and I continue to attempt to peel her hands off my throat, while kicking my feet, hoping to make enough noise to get someone's attention so they can stop this. I can feel myself getting weak and I'm just starting to black out as I hear the door open and hear Kate yell out, "SASHA, STOP!! And she gets behind her and attempts to pull her off of me, but it isn't long before I hear the door open again.

"Let me get her, Kate." I hear from Elliot and I feel the darkness creeping in just as I feel him pry her hands from around my neck and he picks her up and pulls her off of me. I start to gasp for air, coughing, just as I feel someone wrap their arms around me and I glance up and see that it is Christian.

"I've got you, Ana." He says with a concerned look on his handsome face as I continue to regain my bearings. I nod and he helps me up and wraps me tight, but not too tight, in his arms as I can hear Sasha still struggling to get to me.

"Let me go! She ruined my life!"

"Not until you calm down." Elliot tells her.

Christian speaks up. "I think it is best that you leave, Sasha."

She begins to calm down "You can't ask me to leave. This isn't your house." This is when I notice that Grace had entered the room

"You need to leave, Sasha. You are no longer welcome here, especially after all of your antics tonight."

Elliot finally releases her and she huffs, straightening out her dress. "Fine. I didn't want to be here anyways." And she starts to walk past all of us.

"If she leaves, I'm leaving with her, Mom." Mia adds. Grace begins to speak, but Mia and Sasha leave the bathroom.

Grace shakes her head and then looks back at me and Christian. "Get cleaned up and I will check you out. I'm sorry that this happened to you, sweet girl."

I nod. "I'm sorry that this happened at your dinner, Grace."

"It's not your fault. She obviously came here to stir things up tonight. Mia probably told her that you were all here tonight. I will be in the family room whenever you are done." She says as she rubs my back gently and then she leaves.

Once I am alone in the bathroom with Christian, I pull my head back and look up at him. He takes one look at my throat and he says, "I'm so sorry that this happened, baby. This is my fault.."

I cut him off with my finger on his lips. "It's not your fault, baby. She is obviously just trying to fuck with our family any way that she can. You didn't cause this. Don't blame yourself."

He puts his hands gently on both sides of my face and half smiles at me. "You're an amazing woman, Ana. What would I do without you?"

I smile back at him. "You would live a miserable life with a psycho, probably. I'm so glad that I got back in time so that you could free yourself from that situation."

"Me too, baby." He leans down and kisses me sweetly. "Let's get you cleaned up and then let Mom check you out and if you want, you can have a glass of wine before we leave. Do you still want to fly down to your Dad's tonight or do you want to wait?"

"I'm fine, baby. We can still fly down tonight." He smiles and kisses me sweetly again and he guides me back to the sinks and helps me to clean up and I can see the red marks on my throat starting to bruise. "Ugh! Crazy bitch."

He turns me back to him. "We will take care of it, baby. Just trust me." I nod at him. "After we get home from dropping Liam off, I will take care of you, I promise." I smile up at him.

"I look forward to it. Let's get out there and then we can leave."

"Sounds like a plan, baby." He kisses me one last time and he takes my hand and we walk back out to the family room. Everyone asks if I am okay, without alarming Liam, and I tell them that I will be okay.

Grace checks me out and says that it will probably bruise, but that there is some kind of cream that should help it to go away quickly and Christian says that he will have Taylor get it for us tonight. She said that my throat will be sore for a few days and to just take it easy and not talk too much.

After a glass of wine, we make our exit and Grace offers to keep Liam one night this week and we agree. Whenever we get outside, we get loaded into the car and we head out. Whenever we get to the gate, we see that the paps are out there. Sasha must've called them. She is so infuriating.

Taylor brings his car around us so that he can go through them first to spread them out a little. He goes out of the gate first. "Just keep your head turned away with your hat and sunglasses on. Liam should be fine since the windows are all tinted, but they will probably see you through the windshield." I nod and we follow through the gate and we can hear them screaming questions at us, but Christian manages to get us through rather quickly.

"Taylor will call for backup that is nearby and once they join us, Taylor will take us down another route because they will most likely follow us. We will be going fast, but we will be fine."

I nod. "I trust you." I tell him and he smiles as he continues down the road, following Taylor.