Chapter thirteen

Ana POV

It took me a minute to fully realize what Dr. Greene was suggesting. She made it sound so easy. Get rid of it. My life restored, period. Except it wasn't that easy, was it? I certainly found her description of the procedure horrifying. I told her I knew someone, a classmate of mine who had an abortion and lived to regret it, as she was would never be able to have children. Now that I had a better understanding of Alicia's predicament, I wished I had offered her my friendship and support when everyone else shunned her.

Dr. Green shook her head and assured me the procedure was perfectly safe; it did not carry the same risks as back-alley abortions in countries where it was illegal.

"Take all the time you need to think about it... when you're ready, I have a colleague I highly recommend-"

I wiped the tears out of my eyes and stared at her. "A colleague?" My heart thumped in my chest.

"Yes, she has twenty-five years of experience, she's the best. Don't worry, you'll be in excellent hands."

I hated doctors. In my experience, they weren't straightforward, never giving you the facts. It annoyed me how Dr. Greene's terminology had changed the minute she realized this pregnancy was unwanted. The baby I was carrying was no longer a baby but a mass of cells.

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became I could NOT go through an elective operation like that, it scared the living daylights out me.

Later

Once again, I found myself regretting my past decision of sleeping with Jose. If only I had waited until Christian came along, I would not be in this awful predicament.

"I don't think there's anything to decide. Abortion is against my religion," I told Christian much later after thinking things through. Still, I couldn't help feeling deeply conflicted. I felt like I was literally walking in someone else's shoes, shoes that I'd never thought I would wear. I didn't want this baby, but I also knew that the consequences of terminating this pregnancy would be far worse. For one, I would probably end up hating myself every day of my life.

Perhaps, there were other solutions. I thought about Christian's father and his decision to give up his daughter for adoption. Perhaps, I had judged him too harshly. He'd made the best decision he could live with at the time. In my case, only time would tell. If Christian wasn't able to fully embrace this child as his own, then maybe the best would be for him or her to be adopted by a loving family.

"Maybe we could consider adoption as a possibility."

Christian POV

I admired Ana's courage for not taking the easy way out. Hearing her mention adoption as a possibility really got me thinking. Personally, I was still struggling with mixed feelings about this pregnancy. Yet, I tried to look at things from her point of view. Whatever she decided, had to be something she could live with today and years from now.

"I don't think that will be necessary," I told her. "This child is the grandchild my father always wanted," I told her. I needed to focus on the big picture, and not let my jealousy of that prick get the best of me.

After a long day at work and a quiet dinner in the balcony of my father's room, I slipped into bed, fully intending to spend some time messing with my phone to distract myself from any lustful thoughts of my beautiful bride. Whenever my thoughts strayed in that direction, I reminded myself once again about my resolution to not bed her until I was certain she was no longer in love with that man. It was called self-preservation.

Eventually, I found myself getting drowsy, and reached over to plug my phone onto the charger on my nightstand and turn out the light. For a short while, all I heard was the sound of the shower. It nearly lulled me to sleep. Thoughts of her gorgeous naked body invaded my mind. I must have been half-asleep when I heard the shower shut off. That was a really looong shower she took, wasn't it?

I don't know how much time passed before my nostrils picked up the lovely scent of her shampoo. I opened my eyes as she opened the door, a flicker of light behind her. She appeared like an angel wearing a sheer white nightgown. She dimmed the lights and took off the sexy thing she was wearing and let it drop to the floor. She stood there completely in the nude and waited until my eyes had adjusted to the darkness before slipping under the covers beside me, her gorgeous lean body seeking mine in between the sheets. She put my hand to her breast and I completely lost all self-restraint. In two seconds flat, I stripped off my boxers and pajamas and returned to her awaiting arms, all thoughts about self-preservation going out the window. Our open mouths met in a wild tongue kiss, dragging her beneath me. It seemed like there was never a softer female body, never anything as yielding and luscious as her embrace.

I pulled the covers away and looked down at the trimmed patch between her legs, glistening wet. I was pleased she had done a Brazilian shave just for me. No wonder she'd been in the shower so long, she'd gotten herself aroused by shaving off every single crevice of the apex between her thighs completely bare like a baby's bottom. She'd left only a sexy line right above her pubic bone. I was thrilled, but I needed to pace myself. Kissing a slow teasing trail from her breasts down to her abdomen, I ran my hands down her smooth inner thighs and leaned in. I breathed in on her pussy, making her sigh. I began to lick gently the sides of her clit, purposely avoiding it, my arms lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders, my hands resting on top of her mound, ALMOST touching her clit.

"Please, hurry," she whined, desperate and soaked in her own juices when I finally slid my finger over her clit.

Her legs opened wider, her bare pussy lips beckoned to be taken. I ran a finger up the crease down to her swollen clit to move some of the moisture there. I stroked her naked ass and felt her shiver. I plunged one of my fingers inside her sex and she moaned long and hard. In one sweep motion, I held her by the hips and I tasted her. One long stroke along her slit and she was panting instantly. I thrust my tongue at her sweet entrance.

"Ah," she moaned when I pulled out, teasing her slippery flesh. "Please!"

I smirked at her. "Please what?"

"Please take me!" she breathed lustfully, staring at me with pleading eyes, shame and arousal coloring her cheeks.

For one glorious moment, my eyes feasted on the sight of her pink flesh throbbing. I thrust my tongue deep inside of her, my hands stretching her pussy lips wide open and she grabbed onto my hair, pulling hard. The fragrance of her pussy combined with the sweet flavor of her juices was overpowering. Her thighs convulsed as I continued to nibble on her clit until she squirted her juices into my awaiting mouth. I lapped up every single drop.

"Say my name," I demanded, and she whimpered in protest. It took an amazing amount of control to not immediately plunge inside of her but I was claiming her heart and her soul.

"Oh, Christian," she breathed sooo needy, and sooo fucking ready.

I entered her SWEET wetness with one smooth thrust.

"You're so fucking tight," I murmured thrusting inside of her and holding still for a second before drawing it back out. I didn't want to embarrass myself by coming within seconds. Her back arched with the pleasure and the shock of my quick withdrawal. Then I slammed my shaft deep inside of her, jolting her as I reached the far end of her cave. A raw and animalistic urge took over as I began to pound my cock in and out of her soaked pussy. In an effort to keep me buried deep inside, she wrapped her legs around me and her inner muscles clung to my every thrust, urging me to take her over the edge. The sound of our fucking filled the air my growl of possession mixed with her cries of pleasure. With one final plunge, I arched my back and let her clenching pussy suck all the milk from my pulsating cock.

"Mine!" I claimed her as I pushed harder, deeper. Together we soared into the heights of a blissful climax, the amazing buzz racing through my nerve endings. The connection between us was unlike anything I'd ever experienced: We were one.

Ana POV

Our lovemaking was beyond beautiful, it was the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life. In comparison, my experience with Jose was seriously lacking. Because Jose pulled out every single time as our method of birth control, I was always left with a gaping hole, wanting more. But last night had truly been beyond my wildest dream. Christian was so big, it felt like he filled every empty space inside of me. I felt deliciously stretched, every inch of me humming and happy. Once I'd made the decision to come to his bed and give myself to him, I floated and enjoyed every last drop of his warmth as it filled me to the rim. I'd always craved a confident man like him, a man who knew how to satisfy a woman with a take-charge attitude, a man who made me beg for more.

Waking up in his arms the following morning, I smiled to myself as I recalled how he'd said he wouldn't sleep with me until I begged. Who would have thought that begging would feel sooo good?

The amazing orgasm he'd given me had been followed by this astonishing sense of peace. All night long, I'd slept in his arms deliriously happy. The only thing that put a damper on my happiness was the baby growing inside of me. For now, I had decided to push the thought out of my mind as soon as it appeared. Part of me knew that this problem wasn't going to simply go away, and the other part of me, wanted desperately to believe the problem wasn't getting any bigger as long as I refused to dwell on it.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Christian greeted me as I sauntered back into the bedroom freshly showered, giving me his best-dimpled smile.

I climbed in bed with him in a silky bath-robe. I was more than ready for him to make love to me again, except he'd ordered breakfast, and it had been served in two silver trays on either side of the bed. The aroma was delicious. I felt like I was living Cinderella's happily ever after minus the evil stepmother and stepsisters.

We had just finished eating and were getting ready for round two when there was an urgent knock on our door. My first thought was that maybe, it was time for my carriage to turn into a pumpkin.

"Mr. Grey?" A deep male voice inquired. I recognized it as being Taylor's.

"Yes?" Christian replied with irritation.

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Christian POV

Minutes later, I was in my dad's room accompanied by Ana. She sat in a chair beside me as I scooted my chair closer to his bed. The minute I saw the expression of sympathy the doctor and nurses wore on their faces, I braced myself for the worst.

"Dad," I took his hand in mine. "I'm here." Right then, I deeply regretted every second of my adolescent blatant disobedience. "It's gonna be okay. You're gonna get through this. Just try to stay calm."

"I love you, son," he said. Every word was spoken with concentrated effort.

I held my tongue. I couldn't say I loved him, in my book that was akin to giving him permission to die. I couldn't do that, I needed him, dammit!

"Elena.. come... and see me..."

I couldn't believe dad mentioned THAT woman at a time like this.

"No, dad, Elena can't come and see you. She's been barred from this house."

"Why?" dad shook his head, an expression of anxiety on his face. "I want... her... here."

I really couldn't go into much detail without upsetting my poor dad. I wasn't terribly surprised at his request. My father and Elena had an on-again, off-again relationship for years, even while she had me in her secret dungeon. Of course, dad never found out that she'd been training me as her submissive. I'd had always known Elena had her sights set on Carrick in the hopes of getting her hands on his fortune.

Carrick struggled to breathe. The expression on his face freaked the heck out of me.

"Dad, try to rest please," I pleaded. I looked to the doctor to do something, but he merely shook his head sadly as if to say there was nothing he could do. The unspoken words between us: Your father signed a DNR. The words hung in the air like a big cloud of smoke. Right then, I wanted to grab the man and shake him, demand that he do something to save my father. But then, my focus returned to dad, as his eyes became suddenly desperate.

"Christian... there's... something... I need... to tell... you," he said barely above a whisper. I moved closer to hear him better but he was now unresponsive.

"Dad?" I muttered in a voice I barely recognized as my own. I felt my heart squeezing in my chest, and a lump the size of mars lodge in my throat. This couldn't be happening, I thought, my eyes burning. I wasn't about to lose my father like I lost my mother so many years ago. At once, I felt the ache of unbearable loneliness of looking for my mother in every room of the house and not finding her. Dad! Don't leave me!

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