A/N: This one is mostly in Ana's POV. Pinterest will be updated tomorrow. I am way too tired to do it tonight. Sorry guys.

*Ana's POV*

I'm sitting on the bed while I watch Christian pack for a weekend trip to Vancouver. He and Ros have a couple meetings with the University about the grant they gave to the agricultural department.

"Are you sure you won't go with me?"

I shake my head. "No, I think I should stay home with the puppies." Gail has to deal with them while we're gone to work every day and she needs a break. Plus, I love taking care of them. Being at home with our furbabies is much better than sitting in a hotel room while Christian goes to his meetings.

He plops down on the bed and pulls me to him as he lays down, pulling me on top of him. "But, I'll miss you."

I press my lips to his. "I'll miss you, too, but I need to stay here with Asher and Ember. It's only for the weekend. We'll Skype." The sound of their names causes the puppies to climb the stairs I bought for the bed and begin to attack us with puppy kisses. Christian can't hide his face fast enough and Asher gets a few good kisses in before he can roll me off of him and run for cover.

"I hate those damn stairs." He complains, pulling Ember out of his duffel bag, after she decides it's a good place for bed. I know he's cranky because he doesn't want to be apart, so I don't take offense to it.

"But, they love the bed." I mention, picking up Asher. "Look how happy they are to be close to us." I know he secretly loves how excited they get when he comes home and how they practically begged to be cuddled. Ember has even taken a liking to laying on his clothes, so now he purposely leaves a shirt or pajama pants on the floor after he wears them for her to curl up on. He adores our furbabies.

He begins to shove his clothes in his bag, his sour mood getting the best of him.

"Hey..." I crawl to him on my knees and move the bag so I can be in front of him. "I'm sorry you're upset. Enjoy some time with Ros. You two haven't spent much time together lately. Go to dinner and have some wine. You haven't enjoyed any in awhile." I know he has laid off the alcohol since I can't have any, and trying new wines is something he enjoys.

Sighing, his shoulders droop. "I'm sorry, angel. I know I'm being immature. I just hate being away from you."

I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle into his chest. "I know. It will only be for the weekend. We'll have a welcome home party on Sunday in bed. Just the two of us."

I hear him chuckle, the sound resonating in his chest, ticking my ear that's pressed to it. "Sounds like my kind of party."

"Mmhmm." I pull away from him, kissing him again. "If you aren't going to let Gail pack for you, let me help." With how he's packed, the clothes aren't going to make it out the door before being wrinkled.

I pull his clothes out of his duffel and fold them nicely before putting them back. As he moves around the bedroom, grabbing random items he'll need, I place them in his duffel. After his small bag of toiletries gets placed on top, I zip it closed for him and pick it up, ready to carry it downstairs while he gets dressed for the helicopter flight. He's still in his suit from work and since they'll be going straight to the hotel tonight, there is no need for him to be dressed up.

"No." He says, grabbing the duffel from me. "I'll get it. Just leave it on the bed."

I put my hands on my hips and pout. "I can get it."

Cocking an eyebrow, he pulls me to him. "I said no. No pouting."

"But, I want to." My pout gets deeper.

"Don't make me spank you."

I quickly suck in my lip, knowing that the spanking will be quick and I'll be left turned on and without my husband or an orgasm for the weekend.

"That's my good girl." He dips down to kiss me and I beam. I love when he calls me that. It practically makes me giddy.

"I like being your good girl."

XxXxXx

"Christian, Ana. There's something I need to tell you."

My stomach twists at Taylor's words. When he says things like that, it always worries me.

"What is it, Taylor? What's wrong?" Christian is obviously worried, too, so I slip my hand in his to try and calm both of us.

"Nothing is wrong. Let's have a seat." We have a seat in the living room, anxious to hear what Taylor has to say.

"Seattle PD has contacted me about Jack Hyde." I squeeze Christian's hand a little harder and feel him give me a squeeze back. "They caught him."

"They did?!" I practically squeal, relieved.

"Finally! It's about fucking time!" Christian growls as he runs a hand through his hair.

I wrap both arms around his arm and squeeze it, excited for the good news.

"How did they catch him?" Christian asks Taylor.

Taylor licks his lips. "They found him walking down the street in disguise. He was a block away from Grey House."

My heart plummets.

"He got into an altercation with another pedestrian and there happened to be police close enough to break it up. When they pulled off his hat and hood, they recognized him from the photos. He had some tools with him and a gun. He won't talk, but they think he was heading toward Grey House with intent to harm one of you."

Christian and I are both quiet for a moment after he explains. I can feel my heart beating hard in my chest. He wanted to hurt us. He was going to risk being seen in plain daylight just to get to one of us.

"He was getting desperate." I mention quietly. I rest my chin on Christian's arm and try to calm my nerves.

"Thank fuck his temper gave him away." Christian moves his arm to wrap around me and pulls me into his lap. "I would never let anything happen to you, baby. There is no way he'd be able to get all the way in and up to our floors at Grey House. I promise you that."

I chew my lip. "Christian...it's Friday. I wouldn't have even been there. You would have been the one hurt."

Christian shakes his head. "Like I said, he would have never even made it that far. And, I wasn't there either, was I?"

I nuzzle into his neck and squeeze him. He did leave early to pack his bag, but just the thought of him being hurt makes me sick to my stomach.

"The important thing is that he's caught. You two won't have to worry about him anymore. The police officer said there's no way he's getting out. They aren't even offering a bail. He's too high risk."

Pulling away from Christian, I look up at him. "We're free."

He chuckles. "Yes, babydoll. We're free."

XxXxXx

After Christian leaves, I rush up the stairs and towards our bathroom. I've been feeling a bit tummy sick the last couple days, but I haven't had the guts to take a pregnancy test, yet. My period isn't for another four days, so I decided to wait until after he left, so that if it's negative he doesn't have to see my disappointment. The last few months have been stressful and disappointing, yet, I can feel the butterflies in my stomach at the thought of taking another test. There's a nervous excitement that I can't get rid of.

Fumbling in the cabinet, I pull out one of the tests and I find myself looking down at it; I've suddenly become indecisive about taking it. A part of me wants to savor this excitement just a little bit longer. I know more than likely it will be negative, and it will crush the good mood I'm in right now. I know if I pee on that stick and it comes up with only one line, my mood will plummet and I'll probably end up sobbing into my pillow for the rest of the evening.

I'm not sure I can stand not knowing though. Even though I've been feeling sick, I haven't taken any medicine, worried that if by small chance I was pregnant, I would hurt the baby in some way. If I take the test, I'll know whether it's a bug or if it's something more exciting.

I sigh, annoyed with myself. I should really wait until my period is late before I take one. I'm setting myself up for disappointment. Throwing the test on the sink, I leave the bathroom. Since Hyde is no longer on the loose, maybe I'll dress in layers and take the dogs for a walk while I wait for Christian to call me to tell me they got to Vancouver safely.

Deciding that it's a good idea, I head into my closet to pull out some jeans, thick socks, my Nike's and a sweater. My mind keeps traveling to the unused pregnancy test on the counter just a few feet away.

"Oh, forget it!" I drop my clothes on the floor in the closet and hurry to the pregnancy test and yank down my bottoms, peeing on it before I have a chance to change my mind again.

I place it on the back of the toilet while I wash my hands.

Just look at it, Ana. Just look at it. You're a big girl. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, before grabbing it off the back of the toilet. I open one eye to peek and see that it's two lines. My heart jumps and my other eye pops open to make sure I read it right. Two lines!

I scream and jump up and down like a child opening a present. This is the best present I could have ever gotten.

Deciding I should be sure, I grab another brand of pregnancy test and pee again. Plus sign.

"Yes!" I do a small dance again and decide that this is Christian's present, too, so I should wrap it up and surprise him.

I go in search of a box they'd fit in and find an old box that one of necklaces came in. I wrap it in pink wrapping paper and place the tests in the box before closing it and adding a white ribbon. I'll just tell him I missed him and wanted to get him something nice.

When I'm finished, I put the wrapping supplies up and hear one of the dogs bark. Knowing they probably need to go outside, I grab my coat on the way down the stairs and see both of them standing at the door, waiting.

"Alright, I'll go with you." Opening the door, they barrel down the stairs and into the grass, where both of them do their business. Ember finishes first, and picks up her stuffed hedgehog, dropping it at my feet.

"You want to play, do you?"

She barks once and wags her tail.

I pick up the stuffed toy and throw it. She bolts for it and on her way back, she's intercepted by Asher who yanks it out of her mouth and runs back to me. Ember chases him and when they reach me, she barks at him and nips at his side lightly, giving him attitude for stealing the toy. He looks back at her and licks her face once, as if apologizing.

These two are so damn cute.

We play fetch for awhile, until I see Taylor come running up the driveway from his house. There's a look of panic on his face I've never seen before and it makes me start to panic.

"Taylor? What's wrong? What happened?" I already feel like crying and I don't even know what's going on.

"The helicopter went down."

What?

"No. Are they okay? Tell me they're okay Taylor!" My body begins to shake and I begin to sob.

He shakes his head uncertainly. "I don't know, Ana. The emergency helicopter is on their way now."

"Helicopter? Where did it land, Taylor? Why are they using a helicopter?" I feel like my whole world just collapsed on itself. My voice is high and I'm talking so fast I don't even know if he can understand me. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

Taylor pulls me to him and hugs me tight. "It crashed out in the middle of no where, Ana. Woods and water." Water? No, no, no.

"What...what if he-"

"Don't think that way, Ana. He's got to be okay. Both of them have to be okay."

"Was he talking to them? Did he send the signal? He's got to be a least-" Taylor shakes his head, making me stop in mid-sentence.

"The helicopter sent the signal itself when it went down."

"No one has made contact with them?"

"No."

I find myself sobbing into his chest, the pain in my chest almost unbearable. It isn't fair. This can't be right. I can't spend my life without him. We've only had such a small amount of time together.

"Come on...let's go inside. It's cold. We need to call the Grey's."

XxXxXx

I keep pacing. I can't sit still. We haven't heard any more about the crash and it's been twenty minutes. Everyone is on their way to the house so we can wait for information together. The dogs can feel the seriousness in the air. They're both curled up in their bed together, watching me pace like a lunatic.

I hear the door open and thundering footsteps. I meet them halfway, practically running towards them and find the whole family hurrying towards the living room for me. I run straight to Grace and we embrace, squeezing each other as we both begin to sob.

"Any update?" Elliot asks, rubbing my back.

I shake my head, refusing to let go of Grace. I can't imagine how she's feeling. No mother should ever have to go through this. I know the news must have been completely devastating for her.

"I'll make some tea." I hear Gail say quietly, disappearing into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, I decide I need to find some control and be strong for his family. I clear my throat and pull away, wiping at my eyes. "Why don't we have a seat in the living room?"

We file into the living room and Elliot turns on the news, hoping to hear something.

"We have word that Christian Grey, Seattle Billionaire and owner of Grey Enterprise Holdings, has crashed his helicopter just outside of Seattle today. With him, was his CPO and long time friend, Ros Bailey. Sources say they were on their way to Vancouver for business when the helicopter went down. Police have found the helicopter, but there was no sign of Mr. Grey or Ms. Bailey. Their personal items were left inside and police say that there is no sign of foul play around the crash site. Currently, they're searching for the two missing persons. Police suspect they either jumped from the helicopter before it landed or they took off on foot. We're told that they're searching the woods surrounding the crash for bodies now."

"Oh, god." Bodies. That means they don't expect to find them alive. His picture keeps flashing on the screen, along with Ros' and I feel sick to my stomach. They've got to be okay.

"Turn that down, Elliot. Everyone's upset enough as it is." Mr. Grey demands, throwing himself into an arm chair. Ava begins to cry and Kate tends to her, while Elliot disappears from the room. My guess is that he's in search for something with alcohol. Mia sits in the large armchair with her father and cries into his shoulder as he tries to console her. Mr. Grey's worry is coming off as anger, but I can see that he's worried, too.

Grace sits next to me and puts an arm around me. "How are you holding up?"

I shrug. "Are you alright?"

Her eyes fill with tears and her chin begins to tremble. "No."

I pull her into a hug and we both end up sobbing again.

"It isn't fair." I tell her, pulling back a little to blot my eyes.

"What isn't, Ana?" She asks, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear.

"We haven't had any time together. He's so young..and..." I look around, wondering if I should say this.

"And what, sweet girl?"

"He..he doesn't know." I burst into tears, hiding my face in my hands.

"Doesn't know what?"

"That he's going to be a dad."

She grabs her chest and then pulls me into her. "You're pregnant?" She whispers.

I nod. "Yes. Please don't tell anyone. We've been trying for a few months and I just found out this afternoon. I was going to tell him when he came back...and now...now he might never-"

"Don't say that. Don't you dare say that. His life is just now beginning. He's finally happy, after all these years. You have to believe that he's okay. That he's on his way back to you right at this moment."

I sniffle and nod. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She takes my hand, looking worried.

"Here I am, blubbering to you and he's your son. My pain can't be anywhere near yours."

"Oh, don't be silly, Ana. He's your husband. It's incredibly frightening and painful, but we'll get through it. He'll be home soon. They'll find him."

Another twenty minutes goes by and still no word. I find myself calling his phone, even though I know he won't pick up. His smooth baritone voice keeps coming over the voicemail and I call again just to listen to it again. A small part of me wonders if I'll ever get to listen to him talk again, but I refuse to think too much on it.

As I stand in the entry way between the living room and kitchen, someone screams.

No. No, No, No.

I come flying into the living room with my phone still pressed to my ear and notice they're all looking toward the hall. Following their gaze, I see Christian standing aat the door, staring at everyone.

Christian! It's Christian. He's alive. He's breathing. I can't move. All of us are frozen in place.

Suddenly, Grace lets out a sob and runs towards him. It brings everyone out of their stupor and everyone begins to swarm.

Realizing my phone is still to my ear, I lower it and let it fall to the floor while I watch them. I can't keep my eyes off of Christian. He's here. He's home.

I feel like something hits me in the chest and I bend over double, trying to get some air. It's relief, but it's a painful type of relief, realizing just how close we came to losing him.

"I need Ana." I hear his voice...his beautiful, sexy voice...through everyone's loud talking. I stand up just in time for him to wrap his arms around me and I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

"My little spider monkey." He murmurs, holding me.

The cheeky comment makes me burst out in tears and I hold him as tight as I can. My nose goes to his neck. I smell sweat, smoke, and dirt...but under it all I can still smell him. He's real."I'm here." He whispers in my ear.

"Thank God." I whimper back, hugging him tighter.

"I'm exhausted. Can we have a seat?" I feel us moving and then we're on the couch so I move my legs so that I'm straddling his lap, but refuse to let go.

"You're home." I murmur into his neck. I sit up to look him over and see hes got a bit of blood on his forehead.

"Oh, Christian..." I reach up to feel around it.

"I'm okay."

"I'll get the first aid kit." Grace states, leaving the room.

My hands cup his face. I just need to touch him, make sure he's real. My hands slide down his chest and stop over his heart. Feeling the steady beat makes my chest relax a little.

"See, angel? I'm fine."

"What happened?" Mr. Grey asks.

Christian shakes his head. "I'm not sure. Everything was fine and then the control board started to alert me that there was a critical misfire and we just went down. I really don't know how the fuck I got it landed. The controls went haywire. It fought against me the whole time, but I managed to land it in an open spot without killing us."

My chin trembles. "How did you get back?"

"We walked until we hit a road and then realized the police were searching for us and found us. They brought us home."

"Why didn't you call?" Mia asks.

"My phone broke on the way down. my screen is shattered. We tried Ros' but she's got shitty service and it drained the battery before we got anywhere for it to pick up."

"Christian..." I realize something. "They found Jack a block away from Grey House...what if he was leaving instead of coming? They said he had tools...what if he messed with the helicopter?"

Realization comes over Christian's face and out of the corner of my eye, I see Taylor stand and pull out his phone to make a phone call.

*Christan's POV*

Fuck. That mother fucker tried to kill me...and almost succeeded. I'll do everything in my power to make him rot in solitary confinement for the rest of his miserable life.

My girl is wrapped around me as I sit with my family and I know that this must have scared the life out of her. A year ago, I would have thought no one would have cared one way or another if I lived or died, except maybe my mother. But, now...coming home and seeing everyone waiting for me...it's an incredible feeling. I hate that I put them through this scare, but knowing they care...it means fucking everything to me.

When we went down, all I could think about was Ana. I couldn't leave Ana. We are supposed to spend our lives together. I know a span of lifetime is different for each person, but 28 years isn't long enough. I feel like now, I just started living. Everything before Ana was just being. I didn't really live.

Today, wasn't my time to go. I need more time with her...with my family. I want to get to know them all on a deeper level. I want to become a dad and watch my child grow up and maybe even get married one day. No. Today was definitely not my time.

After we all sit and talk for awhile and my mother forces me to stay still while she fusses over my cut, they decide it's getting late and they should let me rest.

Thank fuck. It's not that I don't appreciate them being here, but I am tired and Ana needs to relax a little, too. I can still feel her shaking a bit while she's curled against me.

We say our goodbyes and my mother keeps coming back to hug me.

"Oh, my darling boy. You just relax and make Ana relax, too, alright? Call me if you need anything."

I smile at her and hug her again. "Yes, Mom. We will."

"Oh...I just want to stay, but I know you need your rest." She's pouting and it makes me laugh.

"Yes, Mom. I appreciate that. We'll see you Sunday."

She nods. "Sunday...yes. Right. I'm going to make all your favorites this Sunday! You better come hungry."

"I will, Mom. I promise. Have a safe trip home."

She looks back and forth between Ana and me a few more times before she allows my dad to pull her out the door. Closing the door behind me, I slouch against it.

"Are you okay?" Ana asks, looking worried.

"Yes, I'm okay. I promise." I push off against the door and wrap my arms around her. "Just dirty and sore."

"I thought...well, I was so scared that..." She shakes her head and hides behind her hands.

"No, Ana. Everything is fine. I'm fine. You don't really think you can get rid of me that easily, do you?"

She giggles and looks up at me, her eyes full of tears. "I have a present for you if you're up for it. I thought it'd be a nice surprise to get you something while you were gone."

"A present?" I give her a large grin. "Where is it?"

Giggling, she takes my hand. "Come on, it's in the other room."

I let her pull me into the living room, where she picks up a pink box with a white ribbon and hands it to me.

"What is it?" I ask, smirking.

She sits on the stair and shrugs. "You have to open it, silly."

I grin down at it, feeling like a little boy on Christmas. I pull on the bow and open the top, excited to see what it is. Inside are two white sticks and my eyebrows knit in confusion. Suddenly, it dawns on me.

"Pregnancy tests?" I pick one up and look at it. "A plus sign? Does that mean...fuck! Are you saying... you're pregnant? We're pregnant?"

She smiles. "Yes."

Throwing the box to the side I grab her and spin her around.

"Yes!"

Laughing, she clings to me. "You're making me dizzy."

"Oh, shit!" I carry her to the couch and lay her down on it, kneeling on the floor next to her. "I'm sorry, baby."

"You don't have to be sorry, Christian. I'm fine." She starts to sit, but I push her shoulders back down.

"No, no. Mrs. Grey. You lie down and keep your feet up."

Giving me an amused grin, she settles back into the couch. "Alright. If you say so."

I nod. "I do." I lean down and kiss her lips then I scoot over and lift her shirt, revealing her stomach. Bending down again, I kiss her stomach right below her navel. "Our child is really in there..."

She giggles. "According to those tests, yes."

This is so fucking crazy. I stare at her stomach like it's going to grow right before my eyes.

"Thank you, Ana...for not giving up and for carrying my child." I lean down to kiss her lips and shes quick to deepen it.

"Take me to bed, Christian. I need you." Her tone is almost desperate.

Without a word, I stand, picking her up to carry her to bed.

XxXxXx

After a long round of lovemaking, my girl is drifting off to sleep and I climb out of bed to shower.

"Christian?" Her voice cracks with sleep.

"Shhh, now. I'm just going to have a quick shower. You lie here and get some rest. It's been a long day. I'll be back soon." I pull the covers up to her shoulders and bend down to kiss her forehead. She snuggles into her side of the bed with a sigh and drifts off quickly.

I shower at top speed wanting to get back to my pregnant girl. I decide clothes aren't needed and slide in next to her, wrapping my arm around her before pulling her back against me. my hand finds her flat stomach and my thumb caresses her soft skin.

"I vow to keep you safe and happy. I'll be here every step of the way. You two are my world...my number one priority. Always." I whisper. I press my lips to the back of her head and allow myself to drift off.