AN: Just because it's been a very hard week for me. But now I'm feeling very happy and in a good mood. And because chapter 13 is one of my favorites. Here's an update.

Chpt. 13 CPOV:

"What do you need?" Ana asks.

"Nothing," I push myself up on the bed and reach for the ice pack-

"What are you doing?!" Ana rushes over to me and puts the ice pack back on my ankle.

"I'm going across the hall to my office so I can start my fucking day," I grumble. "I'm already behind and have a call in less than an hour I need to prepare for."

"You heard your mom right?" she glares at me. "You're not supposed to leave this bed today. You're not supposed to go near your office until tomorrow-"

"But-"

"Your mom just told you, minutes ago, that if you overdo it you'll do more damage to your ankle."

"I was just going across the hall," I point out.

"She said you need to keep your ankle elevated and iced," she reminds me. "What do you need from your office for the meeting?"

"Taylor can get it."

"So can I," she points out. "Unless…"

"Unless?"

"I hadn't realized…I mean I haven't been in your office before but maybe…"

"I'm not following Ana."

"You probably have confidential information in your office and don't want me to see it. I'll get Taylor and he can get whatever you need from in there. I didn't mean…I wasn't trying to-"

"Ana," I run my fingers through my hair. "I trust you to go into my office; that wasn't a concern – not at all."

"You do?" her eyes lift from the spot on the floor she's been staring at for the last several seconds and find mine, the surprise is evident in them.

"I…I just didn't want to bother you any further," I reluctantly admit. "You already cook and clean for me; you shouldn't have to do anything for me."

"Christian," she sits down on my bed near my throbbing ankle. "You're letting me and Teddy live here, rent free. You're letting Sawyer, Taylor, Barney and Welch all help to keep us safe. Getting a few things from your office and cooking a couple meals for you, makes me feel like I'm not mooching as much off of you."

"You're not mooching off of me," I quickly correct her.

"Sometimes it feels that way," she shrugs and looks down. I immediately grab the hand that was resting on my bed in front of her and squeeze it.

"You're not mooching off of me," I repeat. "You do more for me than you'll ever know."

She looks at me questioningly but I don't explain further. How do I explain that for the first time since I can remember someone has been able to touch my chest without resulting in a violent reaction or a full blown panic attack on my part? How do I explain that where I once craved quietness, that I now enjoy hearing the quiet gurgles from Teddy or the music his toys make as he bounces up and down in that thing that Taylor bought him? Or what she's given me the most…peace after a nightmare? How do you explain all of that without getting into the shitty childhood that I had?

"What do you need from your office?" Ana asks after a few minutes of silence.

"My laptop and the three folders sitting on my desk," I sigh and give in.

"I'll grab them and be right back," she's off my bed and out the door before I can respond.

The morning surprisingly goes by faster than I expected it to, although I'm sure that's due to my packed schedule that thankfully could all be done from home anyway. I hadn't realized how much I moved around when I was on calls until today; being stuck in a bed makes you realize just how much walking you normally do. When I get frustrated on calls I tend to pace the room while the call is on speaker phone; yeah, not exactly possible thanks to the fucking lady and her small dog this morning. Even though Taylor brought the crutches in here shortly after my mom left, neither him nor Ana leave me alone for very long to give me a chance to even try to use them other than to go to the bathroom. Ana's been in here twice now bringing me breakfast and lunch, Taylor stopped in a couple of times to see if I needed anything else.

The afternoon though seems to the most challenging; I have a conference call with my marketing director who apparently doesn't know his ass from his elbow because he can't figure out how the hell to get the information to me that I need. I'm nearly jumping off the bed in frustration with him when he tells me for the umpteenth time that he doesn't have access to information.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't have access to it?" I scream.

"Mr. Grey…sir," he stutters. "I don't have access to those numbers, but I can speak with our site developer-"

"Is he the one who has the data you need?"

"Well…no…not exactly…I mean, I don't think so…"

"What the fuck does that mean? Not exactly? Either he has it or he doesn't!"

"He doesn't have it right now but I'm sure…I mean he can input a code to start tracking the information and then we can run an analysis on that data."

"How the fuck long is that going to take?"

"At least two maybe three weeks-"

"WHAT?!"

"The code will be entered, but then we need to let it run for a couple of weeks to gather the data and then we'll analyze it. That will tell us how many hits the pages are getting, where they're coming from…etc."

"And you can compare this to the previous site data?"

"Maybe…if they had a code installed on their site."

"And you don't know if it had this code?"

"Well…no sir."

"Were you not part of the multiple acquisition meetings that have taken place over the last year for this company?"

"Yes, Mr. Grey…of course I was."

"And at any point during those meetings did you voice any concerns surrounding the web traffic to this site?"

"No sir."

"Which tells me either you failed to do your job during the acquisition process or something new has happened since we added the site to our servers which is affecting the traffic. Correct?"

"I…I…."

"You have 48 hours to get me the data I'm asking for. I want a complete analysis of the traffic to the site since the merger with GEH. Then I want that data compared to traffic data for the six months prior to the acquisition."

"But sir-"

"You have 48 hours or you're fired."

"FUCK!"

I throw my phone against the wall and watch it shatter into far too many pieces. The only reason this fucker even still has a job is because Roz thinks he's good at what he does; personally I've wanted to fire his ass at least a dozen times before now. This is the last straw, if he can't get me what I want within the next 48 hours he's one; I don't give a shit what Roz thinks.

"Mr. Grey?" Taylor knocks on the door before taking one look at the floor and sighing. "I'll get Andrea to send over a new phone via courier."

"Send Sawyer to pick it up," I grumble not wanting another person in the apartment as that would mean forcing Ana and Teddy to hide in the other apartment like when Elena showed up out of the blue the other night.

"Yes sir," he nods and steps to the side allowing Ana to walk into the room with Teddy in her arms.

"I was going to see if you needed anything from the kitchen," she looks around the room before her gaze lands on the broken phone on the floor. "Unfortunately I don't have extra phones in there."

"No I'm sure you don't," I smirk.

"Everything okay? I mean obviously it's not or you wouldn't have…."

Thrown the phone against the wall.

"Just dealing with incompetent assholes."

"Anything I can do?"

"Not unless you can run a data analysis report on data that apparently doesn't exist to tell me why traffic to a company GEH recently acquired as bottomed out since the acquisition to our server," I grumble. "And then tell me if the money we're spending on a website is generating the amount of traffic that we wanted it to."

"Actually I probably can," her response surprises me.

"What? You can?"

"Assuming someone has the passwords for the sites-"

"Welch has them," I interrupt quickly.

"It's just a matter of running an analytical report for a set time period," she shrugs.

"You can do that?"

"Yeah," she giggles. "It was a standard part of the marketing analysis I did for a company when they first signed on with the marketing company I worked for. It typically would identify an issue which I would then recommend a plan to correct."

"What kind of an issue?"

"It could be something as simple as correcting search engine optimization key words or removing the site from the blacklist-"

"Blacklist?"

"If the site was reported as spam or porn it would essentially get blacklisted; this means it would stop appearing on the search engines even if the key words are all entered correctly."

"You can tell all this from the report? The report that you can run?"

"Pretty much," she nods. "The report is the starting point, but from there you could tell a lot."

"And you can run this report?"

"Yes….why?"

"My marketing guy just told me that it would take 2-3 fucking weeks to do it."

"Weeks? Nah…hours maybe, but weeks definitely not."

"He said something about the developer would need to install a code to track the visitors to the page, then they would run an analysis on the data and then, only then, could then compare it to the data from prior to the acquisition if the previous website also had that code built in."

"That's a load of bull," she says. "I'm sorry to say, but your marketing guy isn't familiar with website analytics if he thinks a code needs to be entered onto the site before data can be retrieved. This data is already recorded by your server and host, it's just a matter of knowing where to get the data from."

"Can you do that?"

"Yes, like I said I did it for each company I met with as part of our marketing analysis with them."

"No, I mean could you do that…for GEH?"

"I can; it'll take a little while so I'll need to wait until Teddy naps or maybe when he goes down for the night-"

"He can stay here with me," I surprise us both by saying.

"What? But…are you sure? I'm sure Taylor could-"

"I'm stuck in this bed anyway, so it's not like I can get much done. You just need to show me how to make a bottle and tell me when to feed him."

"You're sure?"

"Ana, you'll be in my office across the hall. I have no doubt you'll hear if he starts to get too fussy."

"You're sure? I mean I can wait until he goes down for the night if you want-"

Teddy seems to make the decision for her, suddenly reaching his arms out to me. I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, but when Ana's face lit up as she talked about the work she used to do it was obvious how much she missed doing it. I don't even fucking care if she gets the data for me, seeing her so excited about this is worth it.

"Teddy doesn't seem to mind," she giggles as he continues to reach for me.

"Come here," I put the laptop on the bed next to me and reach my arms out to him. He immediately smiles and tries to grab my hands. Ana giggles before sitting on the bed next to me and handing Teddy to me. I sit him on my lap and for a moment he just stares at me; I worry for a second that he's going to cry but then he smiles and grabs for a button on my shirt.

"You're sure you're going to be okay? He's not going to bother your ankle or anything?" she worries.

"We'll be fine. He can hang out with me on the bed and if he gets too restless, I can move to the floor-"

"But your mom said you should stay in bed."

"I'll elevate my leg on the floor with the pillows," I point out. "Just bring some toys in for him, and diapers…just in case," fuck I'll have to call Taylor because I have no fucking idea how to change a diaper. "And bottles. And tell me when he needs to eat or be changed or whatever else I need to know."

"You're sure?" she asks again.

"We'll be fine, right little man?" I look at Teddy who babbles something or other back at me as if we're having an actual conversation.

"Okay…I'll go grab a few things for him that you might need. He'll probably need to eat in an hour, maybe a little less so I can make the bottle up for you."

I watch as she walks out of the room, stopping at the doorway to check on Teddy…or maybe she's checking on me with Teddy, before she heads out of the room.

"What did I just agree to?" I whisper to Teddy. "Do me a favor…work with me on this okay? Your mo-…ummm so Ana can do her thing okay?"

Should I have said his mom? Essentially that's what Ana is now, in every sense since she was appointed guardian of Teddy after Kate…was killed. I don't think I've ever heard Ana refer to herself as Teddy's mom though.

"I brought a few things," she says with her back facing me as she pulls in Teddy's bouncy seat thing. She also has two large bags hanging off her shoulders; you would think she was moving Teddy in here with me.

"A few things?" I raise my eyebrows as she sets the bags on the floor next to the bed. "I'm sure Taylor could have brought something in if I needed something."

"Oh…yeah I suppose he could have."

"Better safe than sorry, right?"

"Right…" she fidgets with her hands looking at everything on the floor and then around my room.

"Ana, if you don't want to do this you don't have to. I'm going to fire my market guy's as- er…I'm going to fire him when he doesn't produce the report in 48 hours away so I can always hire someone to run the report for me. You don't have to-"

"I want to," she interrupts quickly. "I didn't realize how much I missed work until we started talking about it. I loved looking into a problem and finding a solution; helping a business grow…that's what I loved about my job. I want to do this."

"But?"

"I…I haven't left him alone," she whispers. "Not since…"

"Fuck Ana," I reach out and grab her hand gently tugging her to the bed.

"I'm being silly," she shakes her head. "I'm going to be right across the hall."

"You don't have to," I repeat. "We can just bring all this into my office and he can play while you work on the computer. Or we can wait until he goes down for his nap, or to bed for the night. Whenever you want Ana; it doesn't need to be now."

"I want to do this…now," she says after thinking about it for a little longer. "If you're still okay with him spending time with you in here, I mean."

"Of course," I assure her. "We're going to chill out, he'll have a bottle and we'll play with some toys."

"Okay…"

"You'll hear him if he fusses," I point out.

"Right," she glances back to the door.

"And Taylor's here," I remind her. "I'm sure he can help too."

"Teddy will start to get fussy in an hour so," she puts a bottle on the nightstand next to me. "Just shake it a couple of times and take the lid off. If you put a pillow under your elbow, it'll raise his head enough to eat. When he's done or if he pushes the bottle away, you'll need to burp him. You can sit him on your lap and pat his back or on your shoulder; either works fine. If he falls asleep when he's done eating that's okay too. Just make sure he has a pillow next to him if you lay him on the bed so he doesn't roll off the bed. And…Oh…diapers and wipes are in this bag," she places a diaper bag at the bottom of the bed.

"We'll be fine," I assure her even though I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.

"Right," she says.

"Take my laptop with you," I nod towards next to me to where the computer sits. "You can email Welch from it and ask for the password that you mentioned needing, or anything else you need. The computer is connected to everything in the office via Bluetooth so you'll be able to print or use the dual monitors in there."

"Perfect. It shouldn't take me long at all," she smiles. "Maybe a couple of hours tops."

"I appreciate this Ana," I say. "I really do."

"It's nothing Christian," she says before leaning towards me and for a brief moment I swear she was going to kiss me. But of course she doesn't, instead she kisses Teddy on his head. "Be a good boy Teddy."

She glances at me and our eyes briefly meet before she leans back; she's so close I know it wouldn't take much to kiss her. The kiss we shared in my office wasn't enough; I haven't been able to stop thinking about how her soft lips felt against mine or the sounds she made.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"No, Ana, thank you."

I watch as Ana slowly walks out of the room, looking back several times to check on Teddy before finally leaving my room. I'm left with a smiling baby sitting on my lap that I have no idea what to do with. Before Ana walked on the plane that day a few weeks ago, I hadn't been that close to a baby since Mia was brought home. I'm sure I held Mia as a baby, but holding Teddy here in my apartment is just…different. If you would have told me a month ago that I'd be lying in my bed, volunteering to watch a baby so someone I've only known for a couple of weeks could get some work done I would have said you were crazy. I'm not a kid person, definitely not a baby person…yet here I am. Though in my defense I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.

"Sir-" Taylor walks into my room and stops dead in his tracks staring at me…or Teddy…or both of us.

"Taylor?"

"Uh…your new phone sir," he walks over to the bed and hands me a phone identical to the one still sitting in pieces on my floor. I don't need to check to know that's it already set up and linked with my calendar; Andrea has had to replace my phone enough times to know the routine by now.

"Thanks."

"Um…sir?" he glances around the room obviously looking for Ana.

"She's helping with a marketing report that apparently my incompetent marketing director at GEH can't figure out."

"And you're watching Teddy…while she works on it?"

"Yes," I look at him daring him to question it.

"Well…eh…just call me if you need anything sir."

"We're fine aren't we Teddy?" I ask when Taylor leaves the room.

Teddy babbles in response and makes another grab for my shirt; I have one leg up supporting his back and pillows on both sides of me just in case he were to slip off my lap. He's getting pretty good at sitting up by himself but he still slides to the side every so often. I grab a couple of toys from the bag that Ana left on the bed and spend the next hour watching Teddy play with the different toys. He starts fussing and I almost worry that I'm going to need to call for Ana or Taylor because the new toys aren't making a difference. I'm about to reach for the phone when I see the bottle Ana made sitting on my nightstand.

"Are you hungry?" I ask and hold up the bottle so he can see it.

His eyes immediately go wide and he tries to grab at the bottle. I chuckle, leaning him back and offering him the bottle. I remember to prop the pillow under arm like Ana suggested; Teddy grabs my finger and holds it tightly while I hold the bottle. Looking down at this innocent little person, I have no idea how his so called father could want to hurt him. I'll never understand how someone could want to kill a child; this little guy has done absolutely nothing to anyone yet someone has already tried to kill him.

"I promise you that nothing will ever happen to you or your mom," I whisper as I prop him up on my shoulder to burp him.