Elliot POV

"Are you saying, there is a chance that you and my baby brother are biologically related?" I ask, not really expecting an answer, but trying to get my head around it.

Ana could be biologically related to Christian, my brother. I have no idea what to think or feel. Does that mean, that I'm in some freaky way related to Ana? A girl, I'm pretty sure I've fallen in love with, in just a week. No... No, it doesn't work that way, I scold myself.

"I think so," Ana whispers.

I look back at the photo and notice the similarities Ana pointed out. She's right. This woman and Christian definitely have some of the same features. It's a little bit like looking at a female version of Christian.

I'm completely absorbed by the picture, that I forget Ana is still in my arms and probably freaking out.

"Should I not have told you?" Ana asks cautiously. Her face is hidden in my t-shirt, muffling her already low voice. I can't imagine what must have gone through her head when she made the possible connection and on top of that found out she had an aunt, she never knew about. And then she also has the whole Jose and Kate debacle.

"No, I'm glad you did. I just... I don't know what to do with this information. Christian's life before mom and dad adopted him was... hard. He remembers parts of it, and I don't know he would react to something like this,"

I sigh, leaning my forehead on hers, seeking the calm she always seems to bring me.

"Is Christian going to hate me if this is true?" She asks lifting her beautiful powder blue eyes to meet mine. I know she hates the thought of my brother hating her, especially due to something she has no control over. But based on what I know of Ana's non-existent relationship with her mother, Christian could react like he did when mom and dad brought Mia home. He became super protective of her, and I could see Christian doing the same with Ana. Her mother abandoned her, much like Christian's own mother did to him and now the chance that their mothers are sisters. God, you really can't make this stuff up.

"No baby, he won't hate you," I tell her, giving her a lingering kiss on her forehead in an attempt to reassure her.

I genuinely don't think Christian will hate her, but I am a little worried about how he will react when he first finds out. He has always had a need to be in control, ever since mom and dad brought him home. I used to love challenging him and his control need when we were kids because I was too young to understand the reasons behind it. Although I still like to do it sometimes, even today.

Ana POV

Elliot and I let the subject of my aunt and Christian go for the day. I think we both needed a little break from it, to try and figure out what our best move was. I was just thankful that Elliot hadn't completely freaked out on me. While he took care of some business calls, I went and talked to Kate about Jose and that Elliot and some of his friends would help with the move on Saturday. She seemed genuinely upset about the Jose incident and was very apologetic about her not being there for me. She promised to help me if Jose were to reach out to me or show up at our apartment. He knew where we were moving to as he was initially going to help us with the move. I was glad that she wanted to be there for me, but considering she's about to head on a three-week vacation with her family, she won't be of much assistance to me right now in regards to Jose. She seemed like the old Kate, I knew and loved. And missed. But the second I brought up Elliot, the 'new Kate' reared her ugly face. I ended up leaving in the middle of her tirade, I wasn't in the mood to listen to her bitching.

Kate spends the rest of the day in her room, while Elliot and I start packing up the living room.

"I talked to three of my guys, and they'll be here at around 9:30 am on Saturday, so we can get started and moved you to Seattle. They offered to pick up the U-Haul truck as well, and one of them will drive it to Seattle," Elliot tells me, as I'm wrapping things in bubble wrap while he puts them into the boxes.

"That sounds great! Kate said her brother, Ethan, would come Friday night and stay over so we can start as soon as your friends arrive," I grin. I can't wait for this move. The apartment in Seattle is fantastic, and it's in a great area of the city. And even better, Elliot only lives 5 minutes away. From what he has told me about his condo, it's basically a bachelor's pad and definitely decorated like it. He hasn't bothered to redecorate since he moved in after college, so everything is pretty much the same.

"Great, I was actually hoping you might want to go with me to dinner at my parents' place on Sunday? Mom likes to get the whole family together on Sundays," Elliot says, looking nervous, not something I've seen a lot, he is usually super confident and sure of himself.

"Are you sure? I mean, if it's a family dinner..."

"Of course! I want my family to meet my girlfriend, besides you already won over my baby bro and he's definitely the tough one," Elliot laughs. Oh my God! Did he just refer to me as his girlfriend? I can't help the stupid grin that completely overtakes my face as I hear him say the word girlfriend.

"Girlfriend, huh? And who might that lucky lady be?" I ask grinning like a loon. He comes over to me, intertwining our hands and gently pushes me up against the wall, trapping me with his body.

"Oh, she's fantastic! She has these beautiful powder blue eyes, the softest dark long hair, and her body! Mmm... She has this killer body! But you know what the best part is - she is the kindest, most unselfish woman I have ever met," he finishes. His face has gotten closer to mine, the more he spoke, and now his lips are so close to mine, I can feel his breath on my lips. I'm panting like I've run a marathon and my panties are absolutely soaked, and he has only been talking. I quickly close what little space there is between us, and we are all tongue and teeth clashing. Elliot lifts me up by the back of my thighs, and my legs go around his waist while my arms automatically go around his neck and play with his hair. I can feel him walking, but I have no idea where he's taking us, and right now, I do not care! All I can focus on are Elliot's lips and his hands, which are now on my ass, holding me up. I land on a mattress and Elliot is immediately on top of me. I manage to get Elliot's shirt off, and my hands are all over his chest. Elliot pulls my shirt up, leaving me in my bra and panties as he quickly manages to pull my yoga pants down as well. Elliot starts kissing down my neck and sucks on my sweet spot, making me gasp and moan all at the same time. I'm trying to work his belt buckle, but I cannot for the life of me focus enough to figure out how to open the damn thing. I groan out of frustration from his damn belt buckle, and it makes Elliot burst out laughing, causing me to start laughing. We are both in fits of laughter, my hands are covering my eyes as I am trying to control my laughter and Elliot had his face hidden by in my stomach and holding onto my waist in his attempt to control himself.

"Really, Ana Banana?!" He says still laughing.

"You're the one with the damn chastity belt," I tell him accusingly, still laughing like a maniac. This only makes him laugh even harder. I don't even know how long it takes us to calm down because every time we look at each other, we start all over again. When we're finally done though, we are just laying on my bed still with him on top of me with his head on my stomach. It's kind of an odd position, but it feels comfortable, despite my lack of clothes.

"I have to tell you something, El," I whisper.

"Please tell me it's not another family photo, and it turns out we are biologically related as well?" Elliot jokes, looking up into my eyes.

"I... I'm... I've never..."

"Ana relax," Elliot says, stroking my arm.

"I'm a virgin!" I blurt out. Elliot's stroking halts for just a second before starting back up. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I dare not open them. Elliot continues to stroke my arm and tells me to open my eyes. I open one eye, looking at Elliot before slowly opening my other eye.

"This is going to sound very hypocritical, but I have to say I'm feeling a little relieved," he says sheepishly.

"Relieved?" I asked, completely shocked by this.

"Yeah. I really like you baby, and I've never been the jealous type before, but the thought of you with someone else... Like I said, very hypocritical,"

"Well, I'm relieved to hear that," I say, feeling much lighter after revealing that.

We spend the rest of the day in my room, whether it's packing a little or just laying down on the bed, all cuddled up. I, of course, agree to go with him to his parents' place on Sunday for their weekly family dinner.