Author's Note:

Thank you to everyone who is leaving me comments after the update. I am also glad to see some additional follows and favorites. There will be two more chapters after this one and the story of Ana and Christian will be coming to an end. Let me know if you want to see more from me. If so I'll probably write another FSoG story. This has been such a stress relief for me and it's so nice to have a great platform where I can express myself so openly. Thank you for all the kind comments... let me know if you love this chapter.

Christian POV

I've been in my office for the last few hours working remotely on the remainder of things I had on my schedule for the day. I have one more call to make but this one isn't business, it's personal. I pick up my phone from my desk and press speed dial six for Welch. I need an update on Hyde before I can head off to bed with my wife. I let this prick slip through my fingers last time and I'll never do that again. Welch picks up on the first ring and I don't wait for him to even say hello before I start asking him questions. "Have you seen any update on Jack or the next steps for him?" I ask trying my hardest to get anything I can to bury this bastard. I'm not leaving this to anyone this time especially not the police department. They have their hands in hundreds of cases but the only one I care about is Hyde and my wife.

"I'm sorry Mr. Grey we haven't seen anything. I have all our guys actively watching everything. If I see anything, I'll contact you immediately," Welch answers sounding frustrated with himself. If I'm being honest I'm frustrated too but I know Welch and I know he's a man of his word. No one will be sleeping on this case anytime soon. I open my mouth to reply to him but I hear an odd noise that catches my attention.

"Christian! No! Christian! Stop!" Ana screams from our bedroom. My first thought is to panic. Did this son of a bitch get out again? Is he hurting my Ana? Realization hits me that she's yelling at me, telling me no. She must be dreaming! I need to get to my Ana!

"I have to go!" I yell before hanging up not even listening for his response. I rush through the house towards our bedroom. Taylor must have heard her crying out too because the moment I step out of my office I see him turning the corner of the hallway towards our bedroom. He's only a few steps behind me and we both stop abruptly when we see her through the doorway. I look in and the bedroom looks earily quiet except for Ana and Sawyer settled on Ana's side of the bed. Sawyer is sitting on the side and she is wrapped around him crying uncontrollably unable to catch her breath. Watching her so scared like this again cuts me straight to the bone. I thought we had finally gotten past the nightmare but it looks like today might have triggered them to come back. Why didn't I think about that? Maybe I need to call Flynn to talk with her tonight. Either way I know I need to get to her so I finally make myself take the next steps and go to her. I run towards the bed and immediately reach out to take her into my arms and out of Sawyer's but she holds onto him tighter. I'm confused by her reaction and I can tell that Sawyer is as well. We make eye contact and I know he's waiting for my outburst but it just isn't coming right now. I'm not sure what is going on with Ana but she still seems out of it. Maybe she's still asleep or maybe she thinks Sawyer is me. I'm stunned momentarily trying to figure out what to do next without scaring her or making any of this worse.

"Ana, it's just Mr. Grey. He's here now Ana. You were just dreaming and you're safe," Sawyer whispers to her gently trying to pull away her arms from around his neck and pass her to me. He gets her arms from around the back of his neck and starts to shift her but she grabs hold on to his suit jacket tightly. Sawyer looks up to me and raises his eyebrows in question of what to do. I'm at a loss too. I have never seen Ana be so afraid of me before. "Do you want me to stay Ana while you talk to him? Do you need me to help you get through this?" he asks her gently running his fingers loosely up her naked back trying to soothe her. I'm pissed that he is touching her the way he is, but its comforting her so I keep quiet. I'm glad in this moment that Ana forced me to keep Sawyer on the books because had we let him go who knows where I would be now. Would she be locked away from me somewhere? Would it take Flynn to bring her back? I'm just glad I don't know those answers.

She finally speaks up and says, "yes please Sawyer." He raises his eyes to meet mine and I nod at him to scoot further into our bed with her. He leans scoots into our bed against our headboard on her side of the bed with Ana still wrapped firmly around his torso with her legs and arms. She's still shaking intensely and can hear her still rapid fire breathing. I stand beside them for a moment beside Ana's side of the bed before I decide to walk around to my side and climb in beside him. Sawyer pulls the sheet from beside him and places it overtop of her as she continues to cling to him. At least now he isn't staring down at her naked body.

"Talk to me Ana. What happened? Was it a bad dream?" I ask her gently reaching out to touch her. She nods at me and I notice this time that she doesn't flinch or pull away when I touch her. Tears continue to stream down her face and the shaking of her body continues. It's taking every restraint I have not to pry her off of him. It hurts seeing Ana clinging to Sawyer the way that she is especially without clothes on, but I choose to let go of my frustrations for now. "Can you talk to me about what it was about?" I ask her gently rubbing her back as gently as I can. I'm trying to stay calm even though I don't want to because I want her to know that she is safe with me.

Ana begins crying hard again and starts to hyperventilate again. "It was Jack, in our baby's room. He was trying to hurt him, and you wouldn't let me save him," she begins. She's crying so hard now I'm beginning to get concerned of her stress levels. She's gripping even harder on to Sawyer's torso and she sobbing so badly that her breaths have become ragged.

"Ana listen!" Sawyer shouts at her. "You need to calm down! You're still pregnant and the baby can't handle stress like this well. I need you to take a deep breath and cool off," Sawyer reasons with her. He pulls her tighter to his chest and rocks her gently. He's good with her despite my earlier frustrations. He has a way of soothing her but he also knows when he has to be stern with her to get her attention.

After a few minutes she starts to calm down and continues her earlier explanation, "you made me leave him there, with Jack. He was going to burn him and you drug me out. You said you never wanted him anyways," she sobs deeply. It finally all makes sense to me. She's worried still that I don't want the baby and that once she delivers, I won't care for him how I care for her. I feel horrible for making her doubt my feelings and intentions on this whole situation. I've left her emotionally abandoned in this situation and it kills me.

"Oh Ana! I was afraid of being a dad, but at no point have I ever not wanted this baby. I will protect him or her the same way that I protect you. I will never let someone hurt our baby. Is that what you're afraid of? You're afraid I won't keep the baby safe too?" I ask her trying to understand exactly what doubts she has running through her head.

She nods her head gently, "I'm afraid you'll either leave him without protection or that you'll force me to get rid of him." Reality hits me in the gut hard. I can't believe I've made her doubt me so much that she's afraid I'd let our baby get hurt or worse that I would take him from her against her will. I can see that she's still terrified, but I can't stand the thought of not holding her any longer. I reach over and rub her back gently again trying to reassure her as much as I can with her still with Sawyer.

"Ana listen to me. I know I was shocked and so angry when this all came out, but it was because you'd just been tortured, and I found out you were pregnant. I want this baby as much as you do and I promise we will do everything to keep it safe too," I say reassuringly. I see her grip on Sawyer loosening up a little bit and I know she is finally hearing what I'm saying. "I love you Ana, both of you. Let me hold you both please. Let me be the one to comfort you."

She finally let's go of her grip on Sawyer and moves into the middle of the bed between us. Sawyer still has his arm wrapped around her side and is holding her near him. "Mrs. Grey, are you okay now? May I leave you here with Mr. Grey?" he asks her gently moving her hair out of her eyes to make contact with her.

She nods her head and scoots herself over to my side of the bed and into my arms. I'm relieved that she has finally let me back in again. She nestles her head against my chest and cuddles herself into the crook of my arm. I wrap my other arm around her and hold her as strongly as I can. It's insane to think that in the beginning I was terrified of Ana to be this close to me and now I find myself begging her to let me hold her like this. "Ana, I'm so sorry. I promise with everything I have that you two will be given the world. I will lay my whole world at your feet Anastasia. Nothing matters to me if you aren't happy. You're the reason for my existence. Please don't forget that baby," I say to her pulling her in even tighter and settling my hand on her stomach trying to show her that I'm supportive of our growing family.

Sawyer takes his que and slides to the end of the bed and climbs out of our bed. He begins to straighten his tie and suit jacket to its previous state. "Mr. Grey," he says gently. I raise my eyes away from Ana's to look at him momentarily. The tone of his voice alerts me that whatever is on his mind must be important. I notice it then, a blood stain on his lower shirt right where Ana had been sitting. Fuck! She's bleeding! The baby! I'm immediately on edge again after having just calmed down. I'm unsure of how to broach this topic with Ana after the nightmare she's just been through. I don't have time to tiptoe around this situation though because I need to decide quickly if it's something life threatening for her or the baby.

"Ana, baby." I say making eye contact with her again, "it appears that you're bleeding again. Are you feeling okay?" I ask her gently. Her eyes go to shock immediately and she flips over to look at Sawyer. She sees the blood on him too and begins to cry again quickly.

"Christian, the baby!" she sobs grabbing ahold of her head and swaying lightly. I'm worried she's going to pass out. I know I need to get her to pull it together until we know what we are dealing with here. Sawyer sits back down on the bed next to Ana and encourages her to lay back down gently. I notice he grabs her wrist and checks her pulse while he waits for further instruction. He nods at me infinitesimally to tell me that her pulse is still steady and strong.

"Ana, calm down. Remember what mom says. Stress isn't good for the baby. Did you have any cramping?" I ask her trying to remain calm myself, but internally freaking myself out.

"Not right now, but I think I was cramping when I woke up. I thought it was where I was thrashing from the nightmare, but now I'm not so sure," she replies trying to take deep breaths to calm down. My eyes shoot to Sawyers to let him know that I'm legitimately concerned about what I'm hearing.

"She was wincing when I came in during her nightmare earlier. I just assumed it was from some imaginary pain from her nightmare," Sawyer tells me confirming what Ana has just told me.

"Ana, can I see if you're still bleeding? If so we need to get you to the hospital," I ask her gently. She nods her head trying to control her emotions. "Okay, let's get you into the shower and get you all cleaned up and then I'll keep an eye on it. Let me know if anything hurts okay?" I reassure her. "Sawyer stay with her while I get the shower ready," I tell him. I head off into the bathroom to get things ready for our shower.

Sawyer POV

I find myself pacing outside of Mr. and Mrs. Grey's bedroom with Taylor waiting to hear from Mr. Grey on what the plan is. They've been in the shower for what seems like forever and it's killing me standing here doing nothing to help. I didn't notice any puddles of blood in the Grey's bed after I help Mrs. Grey out of bed but the stain on my shirt is enough for me to worry about the health of her and Baby Grey.

"Fuck Taylor can't we call Dr. Grey?" I yell throwing my hands up in the air as I continue to pace the hallway outside their door.

"Sawyer it's our job to wait for instructions. We don't make the decisions for them. Mr. Grey will do what is best for Ana and the baby. We have to trust him," he tells me sternly clearly not amused by my outburst. I don't know how Taylor can always keep himself so composed. I think of Ana on the other side of this door bleeding out and it's all I can take not to bust the door down. What if Grey waits too long? What if she has a miscarriage? Is this my fault after letting her hit her head earlier? I can't take this anymore, so I leave my pacing post and head to staff quarters to get Gail to go make a bag for Ana just in case. I can't stand around and do nothing anymore.

Christian POV

I've got my arms wrapped around Ana helping to steady her in the shower. I'm holding her with her back towards the water hoping it will dull any ache she might be feeling. She still seems kind of out of it and her breathing is still off. "Baby listen to me. I need you to concentrate. Are you breathing heavy because of pain or because of nerves?" I ask her as calmly as I can muster. I want to scream at her because I'm scared, but I know that won't help what's going on right now.

"I'm just scared Christian. I'm not in any pain right now," Ana reassures me quickly. I take a sponge and gently wash down her whole body washing away any trace of blood off of her body. I'm terrified for her and the baby, but I know that I need to assess the situation for what it is. I cradle her in a towel once she's clean and carry her back to our bed and lay her down. I asked Sawyer to check the bed after I got Ana in the shower so I know if any blood ends up in our bed from here on out that it is 100% guaranteed that it is new.

"Let's wait a few minutes and then we can see if you're still bleeding okay?" I ask her gently pulling her into my side and holding her gently. "Let me know if you feel any cramping or any pain," I tell her staring straight into her eyes. I kiss her forehead and gently run my hand across her bump while she regains her composure. I lay with her for maybe fifteen minutes before I feel her muscles tense beside me. "Ana? Are you okay?" I ask her gently grabbing ahold of her hand and searching her eyes with mine.

"My stomach is starting to cramp," she whispers moving her eyes from mine to avoid eye contact with me as her eyes begin to water. She grabs ahold of my hand and begins squeezing firmly. "It hurts Christian!" she sobs to me. My heart plummets into my stomach and I sit up abruptly. That must have been a contraction. Ana isn't far enough along for this baby to survive if it tries to come today. I can't lose this baby. I can't lose my Ana.

"Ana, I need to see if you're still bleeding. I'm going to slide my hand down and check okay?" I tell her before doing as I've told her. When I pull my hand back out from underneath the blanket I can see that she is still bleeding. The decision has been made; we need to get to the hospital immediately. "Ana I'm sorry, but we need to go. We need to make sure you both are okay. I don't wait for an answer from her before I shout out for help. "Taylor!" I shout. The door to our bedroom bursts open and I turn to address him and Sawyer, "We need to get to the hospital immediately. Sawyer get a dress for Ana now!" I command sending them both scurrying to get things ready for us to leave. I run to my closet and throw on a pair of dark wash jeans and a black t shirt before sitting on the bed and sliding on my Converses. Sawyer comes running in with a dress for Ana while Taylor is taking our bags to the car with Gail. "Ana, I need you to sit up so we can get you dressed. We need to go now sweetheart. It's all going to be okay," I tell her. She does as I've asked pausing once to grasp on to me firmly as another sharp pain rips through her stomach. I can see the worry in Sawyer's eyes too as he sees Ana calling out in pain. Once the pain has passed Sawyer helps me throw her dress on quickly. I scoop her up in my arms and we run for the elevator trying our hardest to get to the hospital as fast as we can.

Ana POV

I'm terrified, but what scares me more than anything is seeing Christian terrified. I'm not sure what's going on other than Dr. Greene is concerned that I'm bleeding and cramping. She's checking over the baby with the ultrasound machine now while Christian and I hold each other and I sob. Everything seems to be in a blur and the noises around me all seem to be blending together. I'm pulled from my dark thoughts when I hear my name being called, "Ana," Dr. Greene says trying to gain my attention.

"Yes?" I ask shakily still trying to find my voice after all the crying that I've done.

"I was just suggesting to Mr. Grey that you look at going on bed rest for the next few weeks. I think you are putting too much stress on yourself and on the baby. You've been through a lot and I don't know if you've fully dealt with it yet. The baby seems to be doing okay now and your cramping has subsided, but you can't keep doing this to yourself or to the baby. You're putting both of your lives at risk. It appears that you were having stress induced contractions earlier. If you continue this trend you will not make it full term with this baby," she tells me grumpily.

"Thank God," Christian whispers. I see it then, how much he's torn up about me and the baby. If he didn't want this baby he wouldn't be thanking God that it's okay. I decided I need to be truthful with Dr. Greene to make sure that this doesn't reoccur in the future.

"Dr. Greene, it's the nightmares that affect me the most. I'm doing better at controlling my emotions during the day, but I can't change what's happening at night. I don't know what else to do." I confess. I avoid looking over to Christian because I don't want him to know how much I've been struggling with these nightmares. I remember how bad they were for him when I first started staying with him and I don't want him imaging what I'm keeping hidden in mine.

"I'll prescribe you some sleeping meds and that should stop the night terrors from happening, but the bed rest still stands. You need to take a couple of weeks and just focus on resting so that you and the baby can get stronger. Your body has been through a lot the last few months and I think it would do you some good to relax," she tells me before packing up the ultrasound machine and heading out of our room. I've been back to work one day and now I'm not allowed to return for the next few weeks. It seems returning to work anytime soon is probably out of the question. Maybe I'll ask Christian if he can make me a home office so that I can a quiet place to read my manuscripts. I can always have someone currier them over or I can even have Hannah swing by once a week to check in and switch them out. I pull myself out of my thoughts about work and force myself back into the moment. I look over to Christian and can see the stress and worry on his face. I feel horrible for allowing myself to get worked up so much that I got myself sick and put him in this situation.

"Christian, I'm so sorry for all of this," I begin.

"No Anastasia, I'm sorry for this whole situation. I could have handled it better and showed you how important you and this baby are to me," he says cutting me off. I open my mouth to respond to him, but he shakes his head and kisses me instead. "Let me take you home and keep you off your feet."