Doctor Grace Trevelyan-Grey meets Anastasia Steele

Chapter 2

The Coming Out

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Taylor comes running after me as I head for my son's bedroom, because he's clearly under instructions from Christian not to let anyone in, and of course Taylor always does exactly what he's told because that's his job. But I'm not going to be fobbed off by anyone, not if my son could be lying wallowing in deep depression, or even worse contemplating suicide….

"Mrs Grey, there really is no need for you to concern yourself, Mr Grey is fine," he tries to block me.

"But if he's still in bed, then he must be ill. He's never in bed at this time. Christian never sleeps in." I push past him.

"Mrs Grey, please." Taylor tries to head me off again.

"Taylor. You cannot keep me from my son." No one is going to prevent me from checking on my son if he's ill. I'm determined to see him.

"Mrs Grey, he's not alone." Taylor stares at me and raises his eyebrows, clearly trying to convey some deep hidden message to me.

"What do you mean, he's not alone?"

"He has someone with him." Taylor spells it out to me, as he indicates the bedroom with his head.

"Oh…"

The penny finally drops. He means that Christian is in bed with someone. That possibility hadn't even occurred to me. He's entertaining a 'friend' of some description. He's not celibate. Oh God! I stumble towards the couch and shakily sit down. Taylor backs away, satisfied now that I'm not going to go ahead and march right into my son's bedroom. I realise that Christian will no doubt have heard me just outside his bedroom door and will be making his way out just as soon as he's decent.

Oh God! Who on earth is this 'someone' going to be? Taylor, ever the soul of discretion, hasn't specified any gender, so that definitely makes me think it's a guy. Does this mean Christian has a partner he's been keeping secret from us? Is he ashamed of his boyfriend, too embarrassed or worried that his family will be judgemental or unsupportive of him? If that is the case, then I'm truly disappointed, because I thought I'd made it plain to him numerous times that I just want him to be happy, and will support his choices whatever his sexuality. So I quickly decide to be friendly and welcoming to his boyfriend if he brings him out and introduces him to me, to show that I'm perfectly fine about it, and not upset or shocked in any way.

But then it occurs to me…what if…Oh God…what if he doesn't have a regular boyfriend, but is being secretive because he's using some sort of a male prostitute instead, some 'crack head rent boy' type that I've heard people refer to. Someone he's paying just to satisfy his sexual needs. Then I assume Christian will most likely keep this 'someone' hidden away from me in the bedroom. I'm just going to have to play this by ear, wait and see how Christian acts and what he says to me.

I hear the door open, and Christian makes his way out, wearing his usual casual attire of jeans and t shirt, but with nothing on his feet. He looks his normal, very handsome, tousled hair self. I don't let myself dwell on the reason why his cheeks look flushed and his eyes are sparkling. Too much information.

He casually strolls over, leans down to kiss me and then sits down next to me on the couch. An amused little smile is playing around his mouth – at least he doesn't look angry or upset that I'm here, so that's a good start.

"This is an unexpected pleasure," he says, appearing very relaxed.

"How are you Christian?" I ask, as I scrutinise his face, trying to judge if I dare ask who he's got in the bedroom with him. I don't want to risk upsetting him, so I wait to see what he's going to say.

"I'm good thanks. How's Dad?" he replies casually.

"He's as busy as ever, you know what he's like," I reply absent mindely, as I can't help glancing over at the bedroom door. It seems he's not going to say anything about whoever it is he's got lurking in there. But as this is the first chance I've ever had to get closer to discovering anything at all about my enigmatic son's personal relationships and sexuality, I'm not giving up just yet.

"Mia's due back soon isn't she?" he says next, clearly just making polite chit chat in a most unlike Christian way. Is he waiting for me to go? Should I just come out and say something, ask him straight out?

"Yes, that's right she is, and she's asked if you can pick her up from the airport, if that's alright darling. I think she's missed you while she's been in Paris."

"Yeah, I've missed her too, and I've already said I'll be there to pick her up, she emailed me."

"That's good then." I try smiling, but then watch in horrified fascination as I realise the bedroom door is slowly opening. Right, I quickly tell myself. Plaster a smile on your face Grace girl, and whatever you do, don't appear shocked or upset in any way whatsoever. Breathe in slowly, deep breath, in and out. Be calm and welcoming, whoever walks out of that door. I'm broad minded enough to handle this. I have to be for Christian.

But I can't help it. I'm shocked to my very core when I see just who it is making their way out of his bedroom. My eyes simply can't take in what I'm seeing. It can't be…surely not…this can't be right…does this mean… but I was sure he was…

It's a beautiful young woman who nervously makes her way out. A girl. A female. Christian has a girlfriend. A sweet, beautiful young girl. Clearly not a hooker of any sort at all. She's perfect. Just perfect. I think I'm going to cry. Don't make a complete idiot of yourself for goodness sake. But Christian has a girlfriend.

By her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes that mirror my son's, it's very obvious just exactly what they've been getting up to in his bedroom, no doubt about that at all. So that means…he's not gay. Christian is not gay. He's just a late developer with girls, that's all it's been. I've worried myself sick for years over nothing.

"Here she is," he proudly says. He stands up and then possessively pulls her next to him as she makes her way over to us, blushing shyly. She's very slim, simply dressed in jeans, a blue shirt and a jacket. Her long brown hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she's not wearing a scrap of makeup, or any jewellery. She doesn't need to; she's a natural beauty with stunning big blue eyes. She's just adorable, and I am over the moon with delight as I'm sure my huge beaming smile gives away.

"Mother, this is Anastasia Steele. Anastasia, this is Grace Trevelyan-Grey." Christian's manners are impeccable as he formally introduces us.

"What a pleasure to meet you." I somehow manage to get the words out as we shake hands. I'm still pretty incredulous with shock, I still can't quite believe this is actually happening. It's like a dream sequence, because this is exactly what I would wish for my dear boy. A chance of happiness just like Carrick and I found together.

"Dr. Trevelyan-Grace," she murmurs shyly as we shake hands.

"Call me Grace," I smile warmly at her. "I am usually Dr. Trevelyan, and Mrs. Grey is my mother-in-law."

I can see Christian frowning in surprise, as he knows that I rarely let people call me by my first name unless I know them really well. To hell with formality, I want to get close to this wondrous young girl, make her feel welcome. I wink at her.

"So how did you two meet?" Where on earth did Christian meet someone like her? She's nothing like any of the classic blonde ice maiden types he always seems to employ around himself in his office.

"Anastasia interviewed me for the student paper at WSU because I'm conferring the degrees there this week." Christian explains.

Ah right, that explains things. She doesn't work for him in any way. Just a chance meeting. Serendipity.

"So you are graduating this week?" I ask Anastasia. I quickly work out that means she is probably only around twenty one or so. Quite a bit younger than Christian, but that's okay. Carrick is eight years older than me. It also explains why she is so sweet and shy, she's just a student. My word, she's being swept off her feet by being courted by my handsome billionaire son, poor little thing. But I think she's just perfect for Christian, a breath of fresh air.

"Yes," she replies, but then excuses herself to go and answer her cell phone that's ringing somewhere in the kitchen. I watch and smile gleefully to myself as I see Christian hungrily gazing over at her - he simply can't take his eyes off her. He's clearly totally smitten and head over heels in love with her.

"And Elliot called to say you were around – I haven't seen you for two weeks, darling." He's not really listening to me as I talk to him, but I don't mind. Of course this Anastasia explains why Christian seemed so preoccupied to Elliot yesterday – he can't stop thinking about his new girlfriend. It all makes perfect sense now. Oh I am just so relieved and happy at this unexpected turn of events. Wait till I tell Carrick, he's going to be just as surprised as I am.

"Did he now?" Christian murmurs as Anastasia re-joins us. He just stares at her, and I feel as if I'm intruding. Time to take my leave. Two's company….

"I thought we might have lunch together, but I can see you have other plans, and I don't want to interrupt your day," I say as I pick up my coat and proffer my cheek for him to kiss me goodbye.

"I have to drive Anastasia back to Portland," he explains, as he gently pecks me.

"Of course, darling. Anastasia, it's been such a pleasure. I do hope we meet again," I tell her as we shake hands.

Please, please, please, let this work out for my sweet boy. He might be the super-rich CEO of Grey Enterprises to the rest of the world, but to me, underneath it all he is still the damaged little boy that I adopted, and I want him to find some happiness. I have such a good feeling about this sweet young woman, I really do. I think she might just prove to be his salvation, balm to his poor wounded soul. Carrick always says I'm an incurable romatic.

Taylor escorts me out through the double doors to the foyer and presses the button to call the elevator for me. I'm hugging myself and I know that I have a huge soppy smile on my face as I look over at Taylor.

"He's head over heels isn't he?" I can't help myself, I have to say something or I'll burst because I'm so happy.

"I couldn't possibly comment, Mrs Grey," Taylor says, but he has a huge grin on his face too, and then gives me a sly wink. Yes, he too is clearly pretty happy about this turn of events. Having worked for my son for several years now, I know how fiercely loyal and protective of him he is, so I'm sure he would dearly like to see him happily settled with a good woman.

I'm just so glad I came over today. I must remember to let Elliot know that he doesn't need to worry after all. Goodness, but he is going to be so surprised to find out that his brother has a girlfriend. He probably won't even believe me, but I've seen it with my own eyes now.

I don't own any of the Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters therein. They belong to E L James. I'm just borrowing them for fun and not for profit