Ok so here I am a 20 something (scared to remember) married to the one and only CEO that is Christian Grey, pregnant, did I mention married? Never in a million years did I imagine being married this young I mean come on most girls are out partying enjoying themselves yet here I am man of my dreams and I'm carrying his child which is a huge shock but yet a pleasant very happy shock...wish the husband would see it like that!.

I told him a few hours ago, safe to say it didn't go down to well...and when I say that I mean he stormed out and I'm yet to see if he returns, I know men sometimes take this sort of news badly but the way he reacted you would honestly think war just broke loose, last time I checked it didn't but get feeling that will change soon as he comes back. I'm walking around the Penthouse we are calling home personally it's a castle in the sky away from little spies mainly the papz oh yes they looking for the scoop on the newly married couple which is us however it's been a few weeks and they still hanging round our asses waiting for the perfect picture to go with their bullshit made up story!

I've had a shower, tried to calm myself hasn't helped but hey least it was worth a try right? Now I'm in bed waiting impatiently for my husband to return, silently praying he hasn't run off for good I know he is in shock but seriously running? wtf is that all about!

"Oh shit" yep sure sign he is home

"Fuck" I swear that was the table sliding across the floor

"Do you really want to see what's going on" my subconscious being an ass again for the millionth time since meeting fifty ill ignore her!

I walk out to see him drunk! drunk like he downed the bar! Now I knew this pregnancy wasn't going to go down well with him but come the fuck on I'm tiny and now I have to carry his drunken ass to bed! Inconsiderate or what...

I get him to bed undress him, cursing him under my breath and yet all the while all I want to do is cuddle up next to him and make him realise everything will be ok...that was until his phone fell out of his pocket!

Bitch Troll! why the lil motherfucker went running to her...of all the people to run too, knowing full well how I feel about her, well let's see how he like it. I forward he message to my blackberry leave him passed out sprawled over our bed and go to the "red room of pain" he won't look here in the morning ha-ha! feeling triumph through my veins I send the violating message from Bitch troll to Christian with my own personal message suggest next time when they talk about mine and Christians private life they would like to involve me!

I find myself upset, angry, terrified, scared and a million other emotions tonight holy shit is this own form of 50 shades of fucked up? No couldn't be just my husband being a complete ass! Yes I like that idea more.

I'm woken by disruption outside the "red room of pain" Christian is screaming through the door looking for me...HA not so nice now is it Mr Grey wondering where I am and if I might return well karma is a Bitch shouldn't have walked out on me last night. I gather my wits get up slide out of the bed unlock the door and stroll casually down the fabulous staircase that makes me feel like one of those hot movie stars, although I doubt I actually look that fabulous with it being early in the morning and lack of sleep strained across my face but fuck it!

I notice all the "staff" run to their places among the building...pussy wimps. Mind I expect I'm not looking my usual 'Ana' self. "All fifty's fault" my subconscious snarls. My inner goddess however is fanning herself hoping for reconciliation - in her dreams! I'm putting my foot down on this one no sexpertise will get him winning this one. Nope not this time!

I walk in to bathroom shower feeling good about letting him drool on other side of the locked door yep he will learn not to piss me off especially when I'm pregnant! and it will only get worse the further into the pregnancy I am, oh my poor fifty he will end up needing body armour to put up with the mood swings...shit I better hint to put the Madonna's in storage even though they not my taste I'd hate to damage them with a pregnancy mood swing.

After finishing my shower not that it was my comfort kind of had me wishing me and fifty was ok and he was using his luxurious hands washing me, I'm quickly brought back to reality however and I'm damn sure I will make him pay for running to Bitch troll!

I walk out into our mass room which we call our bedroom, oh look 'oops' lost my towel I can feel his eyes looking at me and my nakedness 'my inner goddess wants to pounce on him my subconscious however want to torture him' I'm still too pissed off so subconscious wins! I stand there making damn sure I take my time getting dressed want him to squirm and its working 'high 5 to me' a argument and breakfast later I'm in the car on my way to work...is it wrong I'm actually sat in the back of this SUV patting myself on the back for not giving into the wonderful, sexy, hot, talented, intelligent man that is Christian Grey. He has now been given his options let's hoping he chooses the right one because 'lil blip' is my number 1 focus!

Work is the usual, manuscripts and meetings...geez!

I find myself wondering what to do with myself having time to myself in work is a rare acourance and I like that was until the phone rang.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkk"