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Chapter 31

Yes, thank you so much for taking care of my husband, Dr. Greer." I stand to shake his hand and the other surgeon, Dr. Nelson. They both smile, nod and leave us to celebrate quietly that both made it through just fine.

Now we wait. We wait until we can see them both in ICU and more importantly, we wait for Keegan to wake up. I'm not sure how much more his body can take, first he was shot and now stabbed. He needs to cleanse his aura…that's what my hippy dippy friend Natasha would suggest. Whatever it is, I hope that this is the last of the drama for him; I'm not sure how much more he can withstand.

Here we sit, six months later, in a courtroom with our families. I am staring at the crazy bitch on the stand listening to her delusional tales of my husband. This chick is cuckoo for cocoa puffs, insane in the membrane, three fries short of a happy meal, nuttier than a fruitcake who looks like she's about to go Tony Montana on all our asses. Yepper, Celeste O'Brien is a certified nut job.

Honestly, I feel bad for her. She's been diagnosed schizophrenic and bi-polar. How no one ever recognized this before leaves me questioning just what the fuck was going on. I mean, seriously, if I cough different Christian is questioning it, that's how in tune he is with me. How could Daniel be so oblivious to what his wife was going through? We know this trial is not going to last long because it is crystal fucking clear that this girl needs to be placed in a rubber room. Don't get me wrong, I am not poking fun at her, mental health is a serious issue. Hell, I've been on antidepressants since I was 19. I get it.

One hour later and it's over. Celeste was found not guilty by reason of insanity and involuntarily committed to a residential psychiatric facility for five years. She will be evaluated annually, and if things are on track, she can be released in three years. Keegan and Christian embrace, clearly happy this is over. We leave the courtroom as Celeste is being taken away. Daniel comes running toward us, calling out to get our attention.

"Christian, Keegan…I want to apologize for all of this. I thought we had things under control, but clearly, she needed help beyond what I could give her. I am so sorry for all the grief and heartache she caused by her actions. My only hope is that one day you both can forgive her," Daniel says with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Daniel, I understand you wanted to help her, she's your wife. There were signs that you missed, but we don't hold any ill will toward you or her. We are going to put this drama behind us and move on with your life. I suggest you do the same," Christian states matter of fact. He takes hold of my hand, and we go our own way…isn't that a Fleetwood Mac song?

Since it's been so long, let me fill you in on the sexy as fuck Grey twins. Keegan was released from the hospital three weeks after his transplant. He came out of the coma two days after the surgery. We were as excited as pigs in shit when he opened his grey eyes, lifting his head and asking why the fuck he was going commando and in a dress. Okay, so he was a little out of it, but we explained what happened and he accepted it. We got a good laugh from that; Elliott and Christian have been teasing him so much. Christian is fine, no side effects from the transplant and he has a sexy little scar on his abdomen.

Life keeps moving on for everyone. With a new perspective on life, Keegan didn't waste any time planning his marriage proposal to Harper. We all know how much of a jokester Keegan is, so we decided to feed him a big spoon of his own medicine. Christian knew what he was planning to do…he was our co-conspirator, of course. The day of his proposal we put our plan in place. Keegan wasn't going to do a whole big thing proclaiming his undying love by spelling it out with cups on a freeway overpass, or on the big screen at the stadium, or spelling it out in rose petals on their bed. He went for a very nonchalant proposal with help from a new pair of Louboutin's.

We're all ready for him when he comes home from work. He had caterers bring in dinner and was going to make the proposal during dessert. Harper ate dinner, and he was getting dessert, so she told him that she had to pee and would be right back. Que the switch! Luckily, we have our hair the same color right now, or it would be a dead giveaway. I'm dressed exactly like Harper, so I take her place at the table. Why the fuck am I so nervous…I've already been through this whole thing. Believe it or not, this was Harper's idea.

As I sit waiting for him to bring me the Crème brûlée and champagne, I notice he's really nervous as he unsteadily places the ramekin in front of me. It's everything I can do to hold back the laugh that is begging to escape. He is standing next to me, and then I see him bending down on one knee. I play it cool as if I have no idea what's about to happen. He produces a pair of black heels but turns them over and on the bottom of the red sole is his question. Fuck, these were clearly custom made. Keegan begins to speak, and I'm about ready to lose my shit.

"Harper, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Will you marry me?" Keegan asks.

I sit there for a second, hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.

"Keegan, I love you too, but these are not my size, I'm sorry I can't marry you."

"What do you mean they're not your fucking size. You wear a 7.5…these…these are a 7.5," he stammers.

"Well, if I were actually Harper they would fit…but I wear a 7, and as you know, I'm already happily married." I crack up laughing, and he's got this look of disbelief that he's just been played. Harper and Christian come out from around the corner laughing their assess off.

Keegan starts laughing, "Very funny you fuckers! Yeah, you got me good. God damn it Harper get over here so I can do this again."

This is how Keegan and Harper's relationship is. It's like an episode of The Three Stooges.

After watching him go through his adorable and creative proposal a second time, Harper accepts the ring and slips on the come fuck me Louboutin's while we all celebrate with champagne. Her 5-carat ring is beyond gorgeous. These Grey boys have impeccable taste. Harper calls our parents while Keegan calls Grace. Carrick is in court today, so he'll be the last to hear the good news. Christian and I head out as well have dinner plans with some bean counter and his trophy wife. Christian's been dealing with this guy and his company for about a year, and he's quickly losing patience.

As we make the trek to the restaurant, I think to myself…so, now what do we do? The crazy ex drama is over, Keegan is alive healthy and engaged to my sista, Christian is making money hand over fist, we've been fucking like rabbits…everything is good. Right?

Several Months Later

Christian and I celebrated our one-year anniversary in Hawaii. We were only there for a long weekend. We couldn't be away from GEH for too long because some critical acquisitions are happening all at the same time. Ros is about to combust, and Andrea is ready to quit because there's so much happening. Christian didn't want to send them both jumping from the executive floor, so we decided four days was about all those two could handle.

Harper and Keegan's wedding is June 22; she is running around like she's trying to win an Olympic gold medal in wedding planning. Thank fuck she's not turned into Bridezilla. You should see her Pinterest account. It's a god damn mash-up of tulle, flower ideas, colors, shoes, tuxes, dresses for what seems like every single fucking person she's ever met. She has more than 50 boards. It's ridiculous but so Harper. She is the girly girl. Fuck that…Vegas was the best thing we did. Keegan has been extremely busy with Elliott finishing up a colossal downtown project; he's been of little help other than telling her to have at it, and he wants specific wine served with dinner. How fucking random is that? Harper asked Mia to be her wedding planner; she loves that shit and is entirely in her element.

So…here's the big news. I bet you can guess what it is huh? Yep, Christian and I are having a baby. We decided to start after Keegan's incident. It didn't take long because evidently, my husband has super sperm, and my vagina doctor says I'm fertile Mertel. I will be having a scheduled c-section in May because…wait for it... I'm carrying triplets. Let me tell you how much fucking fun my pregnancy has been. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic about it, but…well there's just a lot of going on with three babies. I'm pretty sure that my stomach will resemble a mole rat or one of those fucking hairless cats. I've been using every concoction known to man to keep from getting massive stretch marks, so far, I only have a few. Fingers crossed!

Christian immediately left his job as CEO of GEH and has taken on a new role as safety director of Ana and unborn baby Grey. Yes, has become just a tad neurotic. When we went to Dr. Poku's office to confirm the pregnancy, he came with a list of questions. I shit you not. The man had three typed pages, single-spaced with half-inch margins in small type. Dr. Poku told him to leave his questions, and she would answer them via email but suggested he read some pregnancy books. That's all she needed to say. As soon as we arrived home, he locked himself in his office and spent the rest of the night on Amazon, two days later a dozen different books arrived.

We've known we were having triplets since the first visit and we know what we're having. It's hard not to notice three heartbeats and three little dots on the screen. I thought Christian was going to hurl the minute the doctor told us there were three. His face went white, and he started hyperventilating, and then he fainted. Taylor had to come in the office to help him out to the car. It was fucking hilarious. That's not to say I wasn't shocked. I was absolutely terrified too. My family has a long line of twins going back to my great great great grandmother. We knew there was a huge possibility for twins, but triplets. Oy vey!

I had fun telling him I was pregnant. I didn't want to just leave the stick there for him to see. Lucky for me he was out of town for a week, so I had plenty of time to think of something. I couldn't ask for help from any family because no one and I mean no one can keep a fucking secret in our family. Instead, I asked Gail. She was so excited I thought she was going to pee her pants. I knew his plane landed around six, so I got myself dressed in a t-shirt that says, "It's not a Food Baby," but covered up with one of his sweatshirts. Gail makes us dinner that consisted of baby back ribs, a vegetable medley of baby carrots, baby corn, and baby spinach and some baby farfalle pasta. When he arrived home, he immediately came into the kitchen where Gail and I were; I got a hug, kiss and an I'm going to shower and change my clothes. He was back ten minutes later, and we sat down to eat.

Flashback

"How was your trip babe?" I need to start the conversation, so he's not paying too much attention to the food.

"It was successful. The steel manufacturer was happy to sign over his company. He inherited it from his father when he passed. The idiot didn't know diddly shit about running a company."

I started to serve up his plate, "Gail made these baby back ribs; they've been marinating for hours. There's pasta with baby carrots, baby corn and baby spinach and some other veggies."

He's clueless. Apparently, his mind is on work, so I decided to take off the sweatshirt and just wait for him to notice. He had to take a phone call, and when he came back, he was staring at me like he knew something was different.

"Didn't you have my Harvard sweatshirt on?" He's puzzled but hasn't figured it out yet. I can't imagine why not; my tits look like boulders attached to my chest.

"Yes, but I was hot," I replied matter of fact.

He asks me what's happening with the family, so we have some normal conversation for a few minutes. All the sudden, he chokes and then pops up out of his chair and begins looking at the food and me. I know he's not dying; I sit there continuing to finish my dinner.

"Anastasia, stand up please." I do as he asks and then continues to state. When the realization of what the shirt says he practically tackles me.

"Holy mother fucking shit baby. We're having a baby? When, what…how?" How? Well, when mommy and daddy love each other…How. Silly man is so excited, and I'm excited that he's excited. That was like playing Who's on First. I'm happy that you're happy that I'm happy…

"I found out the day you left. I haven't been feeling great, and I knew my period was late, so I took a few tests. Don't worry, I sent Sawyer to pick them up," I giggled remembering that conversation. That's all we need is the press getting wind of this. Jesus we'll never stop being hassled.

"I didn't want to tell you while you were out of town because then we couldn't celebrate together." He hasn't stopped smiling, and he says, "Well, I'll be damned, that didn't take long. What now?" He holds my face and plants one of those fairy tale movie kisses on me. Catching my breath, we sit down, and I explain I have an appointment with my cooch guru tomorrow and that I had Andrea clear his schedule for the afternoon.

We celebrated all night…the cock was definitely not leaving the hen house after just one shot if you get my drift. Probably not a great idea since the guru was going to be inspecting the goods the next day, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

About a month later we decided it was time to tell the entire family. It turns out that I was much farther along than initially thought, and with three babies my bump was beginning to look like a boulder, so we threw a quasi-engagement party for Keegan and Harper…more like dinner, booze, and babies though. Everyone was coming so we had a lot of planning to do. We are doing our thing at the end because we do not want to take away from Keegan and Harper. Not only were we telling them we're pregnant, but also that we're having triplets and the gender. However, we're not telling them the names. That's a surprise for everyone.

Everything was set up for the dinner party, we had the cake, the announcement gifts for only our families, which included framed sonograms, onesies, a beer and wine glass set, t-shirts, and a shit load of other crap. We had it packaged in non-descript boxes so no one would have a clue, and they will be passed out by the catering staff and then right after they will bring out the reveal cake.

Flashback

Fuck fuck fuck! I'm scurrying around trying to get everything done for tonight. I've been off my feet most of the morning leaving all the little stuff for Christian to do. Now, I'm doing a mental checklist to make sure we don't forget anything.

Gail and the caterers have food covered – Check

Sawyer is picking up the cake –Check

Christian's in charge of wine, champagne and non-alcohol for the pregnant chick – Check

Staff will clean crystal, china, and silverware – Check

Staff is setting the tables – Check

Pick up the gift for Keegan and Harper - Check

Flowers delivered – Check

What am I forgetting? God damn baby brain times three. I can't remember shit these days. What is it? I look around when I catch myself in the hallway mirror. Jesus Christ Ana…get the hell in the shower. Yep, that was it.

I've showered, fixed my hair and makeup; hopefully, I have an outfit that is not going to give away our surprise. I hear the ding of the security gate, so I know Christian and Taylor are back.

"Hey, baby. How you feeling? You're not too tired, are you? Have you eaten something? Did you rest at all?" Safety Director Christian is bombing me with questions. The same questions he asks every day. God love him, but the man is a fucking worry wart. I seriously want to fuck him right now, he looks so hot in those tight ass jeans, that tight t-shirt with his muscles bulging everywhere; these hormones have taken over my body. The other day Christian came home with a t-shirt that said Be Nice to Me, My Wife is Pregnant. I admit I've been a bit of a Cruella de Ville, but God damn, I'm cooking three jelly belly's, and I have zero control of myself it seems.

"I feel good, not too tired, I did eat, and I slept until two," I rattle off.

"You need to shower and change Mr. Grey. Everyone will be here at five, and it's already 4:15. Chop chop Grey." He kisses my boulder, then my lips, I slap his butt, and he's off.

Let me ask some questions for all those women who've had kids…what is with the room clearing, nose hair burning gas? I'm certain that I have become the top producer of gas behind OPEC. Christian said he needed a gas mask when he comes to bed. I actually think I need one. Sawyer had to roll down the windows…all the windows in the car the other day because he couldn't breathe. I read that as my pregnancy progresses, the forecast is for continued windy conditions. I try to squeeze my ass cheeks so I can let loose with no one around and I seem to have lost the ability to hold it in now. Seriously, this is some embarrassing shit.

Oh, and why the mother fuck is my hoo-ha, not the color it's supposed to be? I thought Christian was going to have me exercised when he went down on me and said it looked purplish. He grabbed my makeup mirror to show me. I screamed so loud that Taylor came pounding on the door. Seriously, I'm not a fucking purple dinosaur, and that shit is not okay with me. I am supposed to have a vagina that is …well whatever color its supposed to be. What's the normal color for your hoochie coochie? Someone really needed to tell me all this wacko shit was gonna happen to me. On second thought, maybe Christian did tell me as he read me pregnancy bedtime stories from the books he bought. If he didn't, well I am blaming him.

I have these weird food cravings; why the babies like cottage cheese with mustard is beyond my scope of comprehension. I don't even like cottage cheese when I'm not pregnant. The latest craving had Christian running out at two in the morning last week to get me some strawberry ice cream and goldfish crackers. Not to eat separately, nooo I wanted to eat them together. He tried to get out of it by reminding me that we had chocolate and vanilla in the freezer. Big mistake buddy. I went loco on his ass. Taylor got pissed because the gate security called him to let him that Christian was leaving in his R8, by himself.

Anyway, back to our party…

Everyone arrives on time; wow, we have a houseful of people. In addition to both our families, Ros and her wife are here, Andrea is here, and some of Keegan's buddies from college that he's asked to be in the wedding. I look around and see people drinking and hear plenty of laughter and music playing in the background. The wait staff is passing out hors-d'oeuvres of goat cheese crostini with fig-olive tapenade, broiled oysters with spinach and brown butter hollandaise, these fancy Jalapeño poppers, and several types of bruschetta. I left the menu to Gail. I'm not Gordon Ramsey, and it would have been chips, dip and mozzarella sticks for me.

It's time for dinner, and everyone finds their name card on the tables. Our big ass formal dining table will seat 20, and then we had 2 smaller dining table that seats 10 each brought in. The flower centerpieces are beautiful, and the settings are gorgeous. I'm trying to patiently wait for our meals but shit…no more yanky my wanky, hurry up and serve up the grub…the Donger need food.

After a two-hour-long dinner that began with either Caesar salad or a spinach salad with mandarin oranges, toasted almonds, tomatoes with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Two entrée choices; a pan-roasted Cornish hen, pan roasted new potatoes, and vegetable medley or grilled beef tenderloin with roasted garlic potatoes and asparagus. There was plenty of alcohol flowing, and I was trying to be inconspicuous about my drink so no one would question. I had sparkling non-alcoholic wine, and it was delish.

After dinner Christian got everyone's attention so he could say a few words congratulating my sister and his brother for their upcoming wedding. Some very expensive champagne was served, which Christian brought up from the wine cellar, as he insisted this was the best occasion for it. The table had been cleared, and everyone was lost in conversation amongst the three tables. Christian signaled for the boxes to be brought out. Each one had the persons name done in calligraphy, and they were told to wait to open.

I was still seated as Christian told everyone on the count of three to open their boxes. Not ten seconds passed, and the room was filled with screams, oh my god's, holy shit bro, my baby's having a baby. That lasted a good 15 minutes until everyone got through their boxes. When they realized it was triplets the tears began to flow. Carla was boohooing, my dad was trying to keep her from passing out. Grace and Carrick were hugging, while the siblings were yelling, high-fiving and clinking glasses.

"So, now that the secret is out that we are having triplets, we also wanted to let you know what we're having." My very happy husband explained. Immediately, Keegan and Elliott stood up and started betting on the sexes and due date. There was a shit ton of money in the middle of the table, and we had a list of everyone's bet. It was winner take all.

The big cake was brought in; it was three tiers all with blue and pink frosting and decorations with Baby 1, Baby 2 and Baby 3 on a corresponding layer.

"Mom and Carla, we want you both to cut the cake to reveal the gender," Christian says. Their faces light up; Carla needs some help with her mascara because she's looking like a two-bit hooker after a bender. I grab a wet towel and wipe her face off. Good grief woman.

They both stand up and take hold of the giant cake knife together. They're like two little school girls, it's so cute. Of course, all our friends are gathered round, along with Gail, Jason, Luke and the other security staff…except for the new guy at the gate. Sucks to be him.

"Alright, you ladies okay to cut through this without cutting off a finger?" Christian quips and begins the drawn-out countdown, "On three…One…two…. two and quarter…two and half…two and three quarters…. THREE!" He shouts.

Holding tightly to the knife, they slowly sliced through the layers and use the cake server to pull out the large piece.

"Oh, my gosh," Grace screams. "Two girls and a boy." Carla and Grace jump up and down screaming and crying, while everyone stands to cheer. After all the congratulating was finished, Elliott whistles.

When it's quiet, he says, "Alright people, it's great you guys are having a baby…. excuse me, having a soccer team, but we need to know who the winner is of this obscene pile of moola."

After going through the list, the person who picked the correct gender and closest due date after closely inspecting my boulder belly was Harper. She said it was fate; that it couldn't have been anyone else except my sister.