-CHAPTER ELEVEN-


REVELATIONS


Friday 20th November 2009, continued

ANASTASIA

"BABY," MY DELECTABLE MAN MURMURED.

I couldn't help but the dam walls burst and the cries were loud and deep. Staring at my palms trying to concentrate on something other than him, I couldn't cope and they went straight to cover my wet face. Why has it taken this long to meet again and under these shit circumstances?

"I'm sorry," I sobbed refusing to make eye contact.

This was not how I wanted to meet my C again. My C, is he mine?

"Why are you sorry? You haven't done anything wrong. I'm sorry," he was concerned. Why?

I turned my head looking straight into his gray orbs. The worry within his red ringed eyes was clear, he had been crying.

"Before you say anything, these are for you. I did have them for you at the airport, just a delayed delivery I think," he placed them gently on my lap.

Admiring the arrangement, I counted fifteen. Fifteen gorgeous white roses. I couldn't help but look at him and back at the bouquet. Shaking off his peace offering I couldn't help the anger that spill from my mouth.

"You're sorry. Sorry. You better be, you never—"

"Called," He dropped his head. He honestly looked wounded, "I know. I tried."

"C… I mean Christian, you look different. Are you different?" Shaking off this thought, "anyways how can you try? You either called or you didn't. On my end you didn't!" I started to panic; I could feel my heart beginning to race.

Breathe slowly Ana.

I could feel the tightness around my neck and the back of my throat building. My face was beginning to sweat as a wave of warm fluid scurried through my veins.

Oh my God I'm going to throw up. I'm going to be sick. Breathe.

"Ana please say something," he paused, "I'm sorry. I really did try, Elliot was with me the whole time. He's my alibi. I honestly fucking tried," this beautiful man was panicking.

"I left my number on the note. It wasn't hard Christian," wiping numerous tears from my burning eyes.

He was gorgeous with his cinnamon copper locks but his fear was dominating his face. Slowly walking closer towards my bed, he gestured if he could sit with me. The last time he did this we ripped each other's clothes off and melded as one. If only it was happening now.

"Don't give me that look. All I want to do is rip your clothes off. Stop it," he smiled without saying a word.

"Why… why did you do it? You broke me. I tried to forget. I focused so much on school. Christian, I ate way too much chocolate," the thought of chocolate made me nauseous and my hand went straight to my mouth.

Yuck

"It broke me too. I needed to find you. I fucking tripped on my clothes and knocked over a glass of water. I cut my fucking foot," he chuckled, "and the note… that fucking note got wet. Your message… the ink ran and I couldn't decipher your number," his hand went to his back pocket and he grabbed his wallet and out came that very note.

He handed it to me. It was crumpled and faded but clearly it was my note. I gasped.

"I'm sorry," I couldn't help but I started to weep again.

"No, no, I'm sorry. What's wrong?" his hand stroked my cheek, "at least you have some color in your face,"

"And conscious apparently?" giggling slightly.

He grabbed my IV free hand and stared directly into my eyes, "I missed your touch Ana," without warning more tears fell.

I'm a blubbering mess! Oh God!

"Oh come here," I curled up in his chest, "Mom wouldn't tell me what's wrong." I gulped. "You collapsed at the airport. What's going on?"

"Christian we're complete strangers, honestly you don't need to know." he gripped my shoulders pulling me back guaranteeing I could see his full face.

"Ana, I haven't stopped thinking about you. That night, it blew my mind…"

"Yeah you sure did blew... I mean blow… shit. It was… nice," I tried to hide my face through sheer embarrassment but he wouldn't let me.

"You do know if you keep touching me I wont be able to keep my hands to myself," I smiled.

"Good," his grin was addictive.

Whoa

"Now that's what I like to see, a blushing lady," I stopped and pulled away.

"This is what you say to all the girls, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Christian looked confused.

"You have a girlfriend, don't you? They must be dripping off you. Look at you… and look at me."

"Ana. Enough! I have only had eyes for person. One girl, and she's right in front of me."

I swallowed. I can't believe the effect he was having on me.

"Now are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"I haven't come to terms with it yet. I'm not sure… if you will either. Can't we just have our moment before it's gone?"

"What are you talking about Ana? Are you sick, like extremely ill? It's not cancer?"

Shaking my head.

"What's wrong?"

"Christian, don't..."

"It's ok."

"You're going to run, I know it. I need to have an ultrasound first just to make sure—"

"I don't want to lose you." He shook his head and rubbed my cheek. Leaning forward our lips touched. My eyes rolled back and everything became alive again.

I've missed this.

"It's ok, I'm not going to run," trying to be confident, I smiled.

Closing my eyes thinking how everything will change, I opened them to an adorable, thoughtful man waiting for so-called diagnosis.

"I need you to leave before your Mom comes…"

There was a soft tap on the door and Grace popped her head in.

"Is it ok if I come in kids?" Oh my God this is so awkward.

"Come in" I whispered.

The door handle turned and in walked Dr Grey with a large device, which I gathered was an ultrasound machine.

"Mom, can you wait outside. Ana was just going to tell me something, please can you give us a minute?"

"I can give you a moment Christian. Ana how are you feeling? Do you need any anti nausea medication?" she graceful said rubbing my hand.

"Yes please Dr Grey."

"Ana darling, it's Grace. I'll be right back with the meds and we can confirm with our scan, yes," she nodded.

I smiled.

"You're feeling sick. Why didn't you say, I could have got Mom for you," shaking my head, he's just too wonderful.

Why does he need to be so perfect?

"Ana—" I held my hand over his mouth.

"Let me speak. It's ok. I think I need to tell you this. Please don't get angry but I only found out. I'm in shock and I'm sure you will be too."

"What?" he crinkled his eyebrows knowing he was confused.

Closing my eyes, knowing I need to do this. Without thinking it through I blurted out the words, "I'm pregnant."

The words had only left my mouth and Grace walked in without a knock. Christian's face dropped and went white.

"Christian?" I started to fan his face.

I'm sure he started to count down from ten. I wasn't sure if he was fine to an extent or fuming. When I assumed he reached one, he smiled and gently stroked my hand. He leaned into my face, pecked my lips and whispered, "I'm not going to run, we made this together."

I couldn't help but gasp.

"OK Ana, here is some maxolon, please drink the whole cup," she clapped her hands together, "I have this niggling feeling that you both have met before," smiling at Christian.

As one we both nod, we leaned our heads on one another breathing together.

"I'm sorry Christian I need to perform an ultrasound, could you please leave the room?"

"Dr Gre—, I mean Grace. It's ok I want Christian to stay."

Christian gripped my hand tighter while mouthing the words thank you.

"As long as you are sure?" Grace said firmly as I shuffled my hands in my lap.

"Now Ana I need you to lie back, I'm going to lift your gown. Christian please, pull the curtain back and dim the lights," Grace set up the large machine.

"Ana are you sure?" she halted, "once I do this there's no going back," she requested ensuring I have thought the whole scenario through.

"It's ok. I've told Christian," smiling at each other we gripped our hands tighter, "this is so strange…" I ended shaking my head.

She turned the machine on and squirted the gel onto my lower abdomen.

"Sorry darling, this can be a little cold. We won't need to complete a vaginal scan since I think you are far along enough for a tummy one," Grace grinned.

Without making eye contact Grace observed the screen, "Ana, you said you had your period recently. Can you remember the date?"

"Umm… Oh I…. I think it was the 14th of last month so maybe 5 weeks ago?"

"Ok let's see… now looking at the screen…" the suspense was draining. Christian was being extremely quiet; I hope he's coping a lot better than myself.

"I can confirm you are yes indeed pregnant. Approximately 10 weeks possibly 11."

"How? I'm sure it was my period," completely puzzled why my body has failed me, "Gggr-r-ra-race," I stuttered, "I even took a pregnancy test, well I took a lot of tests and only one came back positive. It was extremely faint and then my period started."

"Some women have periods for the remainder of their pregnancy, others don't. Some have spotting during implantation or through extra stress or even when lifting heavy things. Do you weight train?"

I shook my head.

"Ok good. I'll just complete a few measurements and see how this little bean is doing."

Over the next few minutes she measured the small shape on the screen. Abruptly she stopped, gave a large sigh and then a slight giggle.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Christian could sense my distress without saying a word.

"Ana how long have you been having trouble with your clothes being too tight?"

"Maybe the last two weeks. I thought it was all the chocolate I've been eating…"

Grace peruses the screen, pointing her cursor in the center of the embryo. The machine gave off a loud thumping sound and Grace was pouting and obviously puzzled with what she was hearing.

"Well see this here," Grace smiled at the both of us, with her finger directly on the screen.

There was a little being on the screen, still tiny but you could identify the shape: over sized head, two stumps for arms and two wiggly legs. My baby. Grace typed on the metallic keyboard two words.

"This is Baby A," smiling at herself.

"Why is it called Baby A?" Christian spoke refusing to let go of my hand.

"Well it's because we have…" she wiggled and pushed the wand a little harder into my pubic bone.

I let out a yelp "Ouch, Oh crap!" through the sheer pressure and the force Grace was using.

Easy lady!

"Ahhh there it is…"

I looked at Christian, and whispered "Oh my God."

"Yep we have baby B, now it looks like you have another gestational sac but nothing within it. This could explain the so call heavy bleeding a few weeks ago."

"Triplets?"

"Well I'm sorry Ana but it seems Baby C never formed and your body tried to expel it. Over the coming weeks your body will slowly absorb this sac."

"Twins!" Christian yelp.

"Yes it would seem so. I will work out your EDD and organize a few things for you: prenatals, a prescription for maxolon and pamphlets for your options."

Options. Options? What options!

Handing me a paper towel to wipe my stomach, and as quick as she came in she was gone.

"Ana?" Said Christian woefully.

My breath was taken from me, utterly lost for words. The guy who took my virginity through pure passion is here with his Mom to confirm not only that I'm pregnant but with twins. This has to be a dream, it can't possibly be real.

Sympathetically I whispered, "I'm sorry Christian, I-I-I" pausing, swallowing the lumps which had formed in my throat, "how am I going to take care of twins? I'm trying to get into medical school," my emotions took hold.

"Baby, shhh," holding me with so much tender love.

"No it's babies…. Oh my God! What am I going to do? I can't do this? I'm 19."

"Hey, hey Ana. I'm 19 too. What are we going to do? The thing is, we are going to work something out ok."

"I don't even know you, it was one night. What must your Mother be thinking? I'm sure this very moment the term slut is floating in her mind."

"I doubt that. We can work around this."

"Maybe I should abort, and forget this whole thing. Oh my God I need to tell Ray. I can't hide this from him," flicking my head back into the pillow and staring at the ceiling once again.

"Ray, who the fuck is Ray? Ana is he your boyfriend or another guy you hooked up with?"

"Are you fucking serious? You think Ray is a guy I'm sleeping with? Christian, he's my fucking step-father. He's my only family," crying even more.

"Come here baby," he tried to hold me again but I pushed him away.

"No, get out!"

"What? Ana I'm sorry it's … you're just in shock, I'm in shock. Just take a breath…"

"No I need you to get out, leave. I need you to go."

Without arguing he stood, his face looked like a frightened little boy as he left slamming the door behind him.


A/N:

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