Anastasia

A/N: GUESS WHAT! It's a new update! I got a very lovely message that inspired me to continue this story. So here's a new chapter and I have chapter 5 written! I'm going to try to update once every week until the story is completed, Hope you enjoy! Please Read and Review! In case you forgot ch 3 ended the morning that Christian and Ana were going to see Dr. Flynn for Ana's appointment.

APOV

I finish washing myself and just stand under the hot steady stream of the shower. I don't want to get out. I want to sat in here, forget about Flynn and work and everything else, but I know Christian's out there and waiting for me, probably to have breakfast. I sign, turn off the water, wrap my towel around me, and throw my hair up in a messy bun having no motivation to actually blow dry it. I saunter through our room and to our walk in closet. I spend a few minutes to pick out a bra and panty set, jeans and a big t-shirt. I hold up the shirt but decide to wear one of Christians for now. I slip my outfit on and make my way to the breakfast bar where Christian's reading the paper, waiting, for me. Groaning, I make my way over and sit down.

"What?" I ask. Christian is giving me a funny look.

"You didn't dry your hair." I laugh.

"Really Christian?" He gives me an amused look.

"Yes really, I don't want you to get sick." I shake my head and look to Mrs. Jones asking for a small fruit salad. Christian smiles as I take my first few bites.

"Are you going to work?" I ask and start pushing the rest of the fruit around my bowl.

"After we finish talking to Flynn I am. It'll be too late for you to go back though, there would only be 2 hours left." I nod. "So what do you want to do until then?" I suggest we watch a movie and Christian lifts an eyebrow, I know he doesn't like TV.

"Maybe make out a little?" He smirks.

"As you wish Mrs. Grey." I push my bowl towards Mrs. Jones just as Christian finishes his breakfast.

We get up and make out way to the couch. Christian sits n the end while I go pick a movie from his massive selection of DVD's. I grab one called When in Rome, one of my favourite romantic comedies. I follow Christian's instructions as he tells me how to set up the DVD in his hi-tech DVD player. Once I'm done I make my way over ad snuggle up next to him, under his arm. About 10 minutes into the movie I feel him kiss my head, then cheek and then neck. I moan, Christians obviously bored with the movie already. I turn my head to look and him and he kisses my lips; I giggle.

"Christian, the movie!"

"I thought we could make out?!" he says and moves onto his knees to get a better hold of my face in him hands. He gives me a kiss and slowly leads me back until I'm lying on the couch with my head on the arm rest and Christians hovering over me. He moves the hand that's not holding him up from the back of the couch and places it on my side. I get nervous; I don't want Christian to feel the nauseating fat that resides on and around my stomach. I freeze when I feel his hand creep up under my shirt; it didn't go unnoticed by Christian. "Ana, what's wrong?" I just shake my head and try to pull me shirt back down. "Oh baby" Christian says sadly and tilts his forehead down to meet mine. We lay there with our eyes closed for a moment until I feel him gently brush his lips to mine, then he sits back and takes my left foot in his hands. It feels amazing and relaxing to watch the rest of the movie while having a massage.

By the time the movie was done it was 11:30am and we had to make our way to the good doctor's office. It's a nice day so we decide to walk. I was off in my own little world as Christian led me through the doors and up the stairs to the waiting room. I heard him talking to the receptionist but didn't register what he was saying. We made our way over to a waiting area ad sat down in the chairs. We didn't have to wait very long before Dr. Flynn was ushering us into his office. Christian and I each take a seat in brown leather chairs across from his desk. Once we were both settled, Flynn moved to sit as well.

"Hello Christian, Ana."

"Hello" we both said in unison.

"So Christian, how have you been? Anything you want to talk about?"

"Well no, this is for Ana really. As I told you yesterday –great he told him- I'm worried about her." Flynn nods and looks to me.

"Ana, Christian and I talked briefly yesterday, he said you've been lying to him and avoiding eating, is that true?" He asked. I looked to Christian, he looked so hopeful, that maybe he has misinterpreted, that I was going to deny and be fine. I looked back ahead and stayed quiet, letting my hair fall off my shoulder like a curtain around my face. "Would you be more comfortable if Christian left the room?" I nod my head without looking at Christian. I hear him get up and close the door softly behind him.

I look up at Dr. Flynn's face. "So Ana, how are you today?"

"Pretty good." He smiles.

"Care to elaborate?" I smile.

"Well this morning I got to sleep in, then Christian and I watched my favourite movie and he gave me a massage!"

"Good, that's good. So about what Christian was saying, was any true? Or anything you want to add?"

"No, Christian is just paranoid."

"Ana, I know Christian worries, sometimes too much, but his concerns are always legitimate and stem from something causing him to have suspicion about it, and with his obsession with food… he's just worried Ana. He really loves you."

"Okay, okay, I did lie to him, but I eat fine. I just eat a little less." He thinks for a few moments.

"Why do you want to eat less?"

"I don't know, I don't know why I started it. I guess I just want t be a little thinner." He nodded and motioned for me to continue. "Christians just beautiful and perfect and I feel like I'm not good enough to be beside him." He jots something down on a yellow pad of lined paper.

"Ana, I'd like to see you once a week from now on, are you alright with that?" I nod. "Okay, I'd like you to try something for me then." He reached down to the bottom of his desk drawer and pulls out a pad like his. "I want you to keep a notebook of how you're feeling and thinking. You don't have to tell Christian and I'll tell him not to push it if you'd like. If something make you feel a certain way, or if you're just had, or happy, write it down okay?"

"Okay." We both look to the door as we hear Christian enter. First he comes over and kisses me possessively, then looks to Flynn and sits down. Flynn smirks; he knows Christian likes to claim his things. It's moot though, Flynn has a wife and Christian has me.

"How are you Ana?"

"Christian, I'm fine." He studies me for a moment.

"Christian I've given Ana something to do for me, she doesn't have to tell you and we'd like for you not to push her on it." He gives Flynn a look and I smirk. Oh fifty, it's going to drive you crazy not knowing. We talk to Flynn for a few more minutes before its time to go and then head out the front entrance.

Taylor is there waiting for us with the car. We quickly drive back to Escala and I say goodbye to Christian before he is on his way to work. Walking in the door I'm greeted by Mrs. Jones and Sawyer in what looks to be the middle of an argument. Clearing my throat, both their heads snap to me.

"Oh hello Ana! We didn't see you there."

"Hello Mrs. Jones, Sawyer."

"Ma'am" he nods then hangs his head and makes his way to the security quarters.

"What was that about?" I ask moving to the table and setting the yellow pad down on it.

"Oh nothing for you to worry about dear. Would you like anything to eat or drink?" I shake my head and let her know I'm going to the library. The hallways are so big in Escala, this library is huge too. Every wall is covered in books. I must look through at least 100 by the time I pull out an old copy of Wicked. I try to get into it but I can't help but think about what they could have been arguing over. It's an odd feeling ad I kind of just sit there. 15 minutes pass and I still can't get into the book. Sighing I put it down and pull out a couple of manuscripts to try reading. Even those don't work so I get up and just wander around. I stop outside the playroom door. Slowly I turn the handle. I hear the door click as it pops open a crack. Hmm strange, it's usually locked. After pushing it open and walking in, I take notice that all the canes and suspensions and hard limit stuff is completely gone, no trace of it anywhere. We haven't been in here in a while. It's a nostalgic feeling being in here.

I run down to the island where I left the yellow pad and grab it. Then quickly head back to the playroom and make myself comfortable, cross legged on the red sheeted bed.

May 7th 3:38pm – I don't know how to do this so I'll just do it like a diary. When I got home Gail and Sawyer were arguing, it made me nervous, anxious? It put me in a weird mood. The walking in the playroom, nostalgia. We haven't gone in here in a while and I don't know why Christian won't take me back. Is he not interested in doing that with me anymore? Maybe he doesn't want to be with me anymore. I mean it's understandable, I don't bring anything to this except school loans while he's off being a gorgeous billionaire CEO with a wonderful family_ /

I jump as the door bangs open, my pad and pen go off the side of the bed crashing to the floor and Christian rushes over to me.

"Oh baby, there you are!" he says as he pulls me to his chest.

"Christian? What's wrong?" he looks at me for a second then his face changes and his grip on me loosens.

"Uh nothing baby, I just couldn't find you and got worried." He looks around, "What are you doing in here anyway?" I wiggle out of his grip and pick up the pen and paper. Something seems off, why would Christian be this worried about me when he saw me just over an hour ago? What changed?

"Flynn asked you to come in the playroom?" his brow knits together in confusion. I laugh.

"No." I say holding up the pad and wiggling it as if that an explanation. Christian tries to grab it but I manage to pull it away just before he reaches it, he frowns.

"What is it?"

"A diary of sorts." I say and sit back down beside him. We sit in silence for a few minutes before he suggests we go back downstairs. I allow him to lead me but can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, or wonder why he was so worried, or why he won't take me/doesn't want me in the playroom.