8 weeks later – 21 weeks pregnant

We've been in Paris for 2 months. It has been peaceful. I've been working from my local office. We went to find out the gender of our last baby last week and it is a boy so now we will have 3 girls and 3 boys.

We sent for our security to come after we got here. We had Elliot go to our house and tear up the flooring and remodel our entire kitchen. I don't want even so much as a cell of that piece of shit to remain in my home. Elliot said the remodel is done so we are officially flying home today. We haven't talked to Christian since we arrived in Paris. Dad said he had been spending time with them though.

They delayed the court date for Jim until we return. They were understanding of our need to flee the country after everything that has happened. At least when I have to face him, he will be in handcuffs so I'm not too worried about him hurting me. I'm only worried because I will have to relive those 2 weeks again.

"Honey, you ready yet?" My husband asks me as I finish applying my lip gloss.

"Yes dear." I turn to him and smile and stalk towards him. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a sweet kiss. "I will have to have my way with my husband on the jet on the way home though."

"Mmm.. I wouldn't have it any other way baby." He kisses me sweetly. He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room before I change my mind about being done and I giggle.

After a very long flight, complete with a little kinky fuckery, we are finally home. As our SUVs roll up outside our home, my anxiety rises. Luke grabs my hand. He must see my struggle. "We don't have to stay here baby."

"No. We do. I need to face this. Those bastards will NOT keep controlling my life in any way."

"Okay. Take your time. I will help get the kids inside. I love you."

"I love you too baby."

I get out of the SUV and walk over to the swing set in our yard and stare at the house thinking. Is the few bad memories enough to throw this house and all the good memories away? No. Definitely not. The kitchen is completely remodeled and there should be no proof of what happened left.

As I'm sitting there thinking, everyone is moving all our stuff back into the house. My phone rings and I answer without looking.

"Sawyer."

"Ana?"

"Mom, how are you doing?"

"I'd be doing a lot better if I knew about all the shit that my daughter has been through the last 3 years."

"Well I would've told you if you had called once in a while."

"The phone goes both ways Anastasia."

"Mom did you really call to argue? What's going on?"

"I'm coming to Seattle to visit you. We need to catch up."

"Yes, we do. I have a guest room you can stay in and visit with the kids."

"Kids? How many do you have?" I giggle because normally mothers would know this stuff.

"5 and a half Mom."

"What?! Last time I talked to you, you were pregnant with twins and only had Kirsten."

"A lot has happened Mom."

"Yeah, you've clearly been busy. I will be there Monday. We should have a spa day?" which I will inevitably pay for.

"Sure Mom. Just let me know when you're in town and I will pick you up."

"Okay sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you too Mom."

I hang up and sigh as my husband approaches. "who was that?"

I roll my eyes. "my mother."

"Mmm.. that bad, huh?"

"You remember the last time we saw her? That's the last time I heard from her. Absentee mother award goes to…"

"Why is your relationship so strained?" he asks sitting down next to me putting his arm around me.

"I guess I never did explain my mother to you. She married my birth father but he died the day after I was born. Then she married Ray. He is my father for all intents and purposes. She cheated on him with husband number 3. We talked about him briefly. She made me go with her when she left Ray and I hated it even before the abuse started. I was 14. It was verbal abuse, then physical. Soon he was forcing me to let him watch me shower and shortly after that, he would come into my room at night when Mom was gone and touch me.. inappropriately. He made me touch him. He even forced himself into my mouth once. Anyway, I'd tried to tell my Mom but she said I was making it up to go back to Ray. I called ray hysterically crying daily wanting to be saved but since there was no legal adoption, his hands were tied. Until the last time I called him so frantic he couldn't understand me. He told me he was coming to get me no matter what. I tried to pack and got caught and he was about to rape me when my Daddy broke in and beat him half to death. Anyway, Mom still claimed I made everything about #3 up just because I wanted Ray. She went on to marry Bob. Mom has always been money hungry and would go after the man with more money."

"Wow. I'm so sorry baby." He wraps me in his arms. "what did she want this time?"

I sigh. "she is coming to visit Monday. I know she is after something. I just don't know what. I hope she doesn't think anyone will let her try to fuck shit up for Daddy and Ella. I should make her stay at a hotel after all. I didn't think of that."

"You do whatever you're comfortable with baby. You ready to go in?"

"Yeah. I may as well bite the bullet and check it out." He stands up and offers me his hand and I take it.

We walk through the front door and I look around Luke holds my hand as I walk through to the kitchen. I look around in awe. It's not even recognizable as the same kitchen we left here. It is fucking perfect. I smile brightly. "I fucking love it. It's perfect! I have to thank Elliot!"

"I'm sure Kate helped him for you."

"Well regardless, they're fucking geniuses."

I wrap my arms around my husband's neck and kiss him. "Take me to bed?"

"It would be my pleasure."

After making love, we drift peacefully off to sleep.

It's Monday and I'm headed to the airport to pick up my Mother.

As soon as she sees me she comes running at me. She engulfs me in a hug. She pulls back with her hands still on my upper arms. "Ana, you are just glowing. Motherhood agrees with you."

"Thanks Mom." I say enthusiastically. "I got you a suite. It is probably best not to stay at my home because Dad and his wife live out there. You can visit though."

She frowns. "Your Dad got married?"

I nod. "He is happy so leave it be."

"I'm not going to do anything. I'm happily married too, in case you forgot."

I sigh. "I know Mom. Let's get you settled into the suite and you can meet the kids."

She nods. I take her to the hotel and check her into a suite.

Once she is settled into her room, I take her back to my house. Upon arrival, we're greeted at the door by Kirsten. She hugs my legs and looks at Mom confused. She doesn't remember her.

"Grams is here Kirsten." She bends down. After giving a skeptical look, she gives her a hug and then she runs off.

"She doesn't remember you I guess. Let me introduce you to the rest."

We go to the playroom where the nannies have the rest of the kids.

"Mom, that's James and Jesse and this is Piper and Nevaeh. Guys this is Grams."

She gives them all hugs and we go out into the kitchen and I fix her a glass of wine and myself some tea.

"So I heard you were kidnapped Ana. Why didn't you tell me? I am your mother and I'd like to know these things."

"It's not something I care to discuss. It was an extremely difficult time for obvious reasons. I have to go to court soon and testify against one of the perpetrators."

"Oh honey. Are you sure this baby is your husband's and not…"

I cut her off. "Mom, I know that he is my husband's. I was pregnant with Nevaeh whenever I was kidnapped. I need you to stop being judgmental and let me just explain to you what happened over the last 3 years but I will not relive that 2 week time period where I was kidnapped. I already have to relive it again in court."

"Okay honey. I'm sorry."

I tell her most of the details of what has happened since I last saw her. As I'm finished talking Daddy and Ella walk in.

I see Mom look at them and get a look of jealousy on her face. Dad knew she was coming so he isn't surprised.

"Carla"

"Ray"

"This is my wife Ella. Ella, this is my ex-wife and Annie's mother Carla."

Ella extends her hand politely. "Nice to meet you."

My Mom reluctantly takes it and shakes her hand. "Likewise."

After sitting in uncomfortable silence for a little bit I decide to take Mom to spend some time with the kids.

At the end of the day I take Mom back to her hotel and agree to pick her back up in the morning for our spa day.

I go home and go straight to bed because my Mom is exhausting.

I wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares about number 3. I'm covered in sweat. I look over and find my sleeping handsome husband and I give him a soft kiss and wander to the bathroom and take a shower.

After my shower I climb back into bed naked and sit astride my husband sleeping in only his boxers. I rub my fingers down his chest to his manhood and slide my hand into his boxers and lightly stroke him. His erection starts to grow and I free him from his boxers and align him at my entrance and slide slowly down onto his awaiting erection. I hear him moan and then he suddenly opens his eyes as I ride him slowly.

"Fuck baby." He grabs my hips and guides me up and down his length and I swirl my hips and kiss him feverishly. "cum with me Ana."

And I feel my insides clench as I have the most intense orgasm of my life. He flips us over and fucks me hard and fast riding out my orgasm. "one more time Ana."

I cum gloriously hard around him dragging him with me. I feel him empty himself in me as he grunts. He pulls out and flops down beside me pulling me to his chest. "You can wake me up like that anytime baby."

"Mmm.. I will. I love you Luke."

He gives me a sweet kiss. "I love you too baby. What has you up this time of night?"

"Nightmare about husband number 3."

He pulls me tighter to him. "I'm so sorry baby. You want to talk about it?"

"Not really. I think Mom triggered it. She talked about the kidnapping in a less than acceptable manner and it just triggered memories of how she didn't believe me with number 3."

"Well I've got you now baby. I'll protect you forever Ana."

"I know Luke. That's one of the many reasons I love you so much."

"Let's get some more sleep and maybe I will wake you in a pleasant manner in the morning."

" I look forward to it. I love you baby."

"Love you too. Sleep tight angel." Is the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep.