A/N: Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

A POV

"What do you want to do for dinner?", Christian asks as he sits next to me on the sofa. I crinkle my nose and shrug. "We can go out and or we can eat in. It's up to you."

"Why is it up to me? Why don't you decide?", I reply. He appears amused by my question. "Well?"

"I don't want to make a decision that you're going to be unhappy about."

"Do you think I'm going to be emotional due to the pregnancy?" His lips curl at the mention of our new arrival. It's only been a few hours since we learned we're going to be parents, but happiness is abundant.

"I don't think that.", he snickers. He rubs my shoulder and studies me. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine. I haven't been sick since earlier. However, I think I'd rather stay in for dinner. Manzo's Italian Bistro delivers." A growl erupts from my stomach.

"From the sound of your stomach we need to hurry up and order."

"Can you please stop staring?" I narrow my eyes at Christian during dinner. "You've been watching me like a hawk ever since we started eating."

"I'm sorry. I guess finding out that you're eating for two has changed how I act." I reach across the table and cover his hand with mine. Wanting to make the night romantic Christian turned off the lights in the kitchen and placed candles around the room. My heart flutters at the glistening of our wedding bands. "We woke up this morning as newlyweds who were planning on having at least a few years with just the two of us. All of that changed when I saw the results of those pregnancy tests. Still..." He sighs and kisses my hand. "I'm thrilled."

"I am too. Things might not be happening as we had planned, but the best things in life are often the unplanned ones. Besides we've had way too many bad things so now it's time for us to be surrounded by only great things." Christian's fork falls from his hand and clanks against the plate. "Are you ok?" He nods but then shakes his head. "What?"

Before he can answer a rush of nausea sends me out of my chair and rushing to the bathroom. I grip the sides of the toilet and release every single thing in my stomach. Christian is once again at my side, wiping my forehead with a wet cloth and then rubbing circles on my back. I glance up and see concern etched on his face.

"I'm ok.", I mumble. "Maybe Italian wasn't such a good idea." I let out a weak laugh as Christian helps me to my feet. "You were going to say something before." He appears puzzled. "After you dropped your fork I asked if you were ok, but I got sick before you answered."

"Oh. Nothing's wrong.", he says although I'm not entirely convinced.

C POV

"Mr. Grey, I assure you we'll find out how Ms. Williams was able to call you.", Frederick Peterson tells me over the phone. He's the head of the prison where Leila is currently incarcerated, yet that didn't stop her from calling me yesterday. Even though Ana wasn't feeling well after dinner last night she found a resurgence of energy, and we spent hours wrapped up in each other. I wish we could stay in our peaceful bubble forever, but I know I need to tell her about Leila.

"That's what you said yesterday when I told you about the call.", I snap, pacing the floor of my study. I hated leaving the comfort of the bed Ana and I share, but I need answers and need them now.

"These things take time. We have camera footage to go over as well as people to interview. It's a process that can't be rushed." I'm about to rip this guy a new one when I see the door open. A smiling Ana stands in the doorway.

"I'll call you later." Without waiting for Peterson to respond I set the phone down and walk over to Ana. "Good morning."

"Morning.", she says before pressing her lips to mine. "I don't like waking up alone."

"I'm sorry.", I reply. Now's my chance to tell her about Leila, but I can't bring myself to take away her smile. "There was something that needed to be dealt with at the office." Ana scoffs and backs away from me, sitting down in one of the oversized arm chairs.

"You're telling me you're working on our honeymoon?" The frustration is evident is her tone, but I'd rather her believe my call was work related. It'll be easier for her to handle as opposed to the Leila situation.

"It was important, but is now being dealt with. I'm all yours now." I brush a loose strand of hair from her face. "Let's get some breakfast and then get out of here."

"Where do you want to go?", she asks.

"Wherever you want to go."

"There you go wanting me to make the decision again. I want you to decide." The perfect place pops in my mind.

"Ok. I've got the perfect place."

"You were right. This is the perfect place." Ana holds my left hand while I carry our picnic basket with the other hand. My perfect place ended up being a spot of land along the Puget Sound. Ana unfolds the blanket in her free hand, spreading it out as I set out the contents of the basket. "Wait...We're not trespassing, are we?" She looks around and then back at me.

"No.", I chuckle. "I know the owner, and I'm sure he's ok with us being here." She starts unwrapping her turkey sandwich. "You also know the owner." She takes a bite of the sandwich and stares at me confusingly. "You know him very well."

"You? You own this? How long have you owned it?"

"A while. I bought it a few years ago, seeing it as a good real estate investment. I had almost forgotten about it." I take a sip of my water and continue. "You probably think that's crazy."

"A tad.", Ana answers.

"I own a lot of property.", I smirk. "Anyway, after we talked about looking for a house this property suddenly came to mind. I realize there's not a house here, but that's the good thing. We can build and create our dream home."

"Building a house will take a lot of time.", she murmurs. "It very well might not be completed until after the baby's born." She gazes out on to the Sound. "But I wouldn't object to staying at the apartment a little longer." She crawls across the blanket and climbs on to my lap. "It's going to be the perfect place for us to raise this little one." I place my hand on her stomach. "Our baby is growing in there."

"Our baby.", I nod. "You taught me love does amazing things, and creating the baby is the most incredible thing ever."

A POV

I'm about to head into the bathroom and join Christian for a bath when I hear his phone ringing. It could be in relation to the work call he took earlier. I pick the phone up from the dresser and answer it. Before I can say anything I hear a woman's voice.

"Hi lover.", the woman whispers. My skin crawls at the voice.

"Leila.", I hiss. A brief silence and then giggles.

"Ana, hello. Could you be a doll and put Christian on the phone?"

"Like hell I am. There's no way you're going to talk to him." She giggles some more.

"He must not have told you he and I talked on the phone yesterday. We had a lovely conversation. After we talked I went and touched myself, wishing my fingers were his cock. I wouldn't doubt he did the same."

"You're still as delusional as ever." I throw the phone to the floor as Christian steps out of the bathroom. The towel around his waist is the only thing covering his body, yet I'm not the least bit distracted. Anger is what I feel at this very moment.

"Baby, the bubble bath is waiting on you.", he says. "And so is." He starts unwrapping the towel but stops. "Ana?" He sees his phone and quickly looks back at me.

"Leila said hi.", I snarl.

"I can explain." He starts towards me, but I back away. "Please."

"You want to explain how you failed to tell me about your crazy ex calling you yesterday? Please enlighten me on how we just got married, and you're keeping things from me. Tell me!" Tears spring to my eyes.

"She called yeseterday. It was right before I found you getting sick. I wanted to tell you and knew I needed to you, but then you took the pregnancy test. I didn't want to tarnish that memory by telling you about Leila. I decided to wait."

"Until when?"

"I don't know.", he sighs. "I contacted the head of the prison who's supposed to be looking into how Leila got hold of a phone, but he hasn't found anything yet. He was who I was on the phone with this morning when you came into the study."

"You lied about it being work.", I mutter as I attempt to get my anger down, but it feels like a losing battle. "It keeps happening. Secrets continue being kept. Apologies are given, and we move on. Only, the cycle happens again." I walk past him, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom. "I'm going to take my bath now, but I'm doing it alone."

"Ana..." I hear and see regret, but I can't easily let him off the hook.

"Gail made breakfast this morning. I figured you'd rather have her cooking than mine.", Christian says the next morning. I pour a glass of orange juice and sit down at the table. "How did you sleep?"

"So so." I actually slept like shit. Although I slept next to Christian I didn't let him wrap his arms around me like he does most of the time when we sleep. "How about you?"

"Terrible. Having you so close and not able to touch you was hell." He hands me a fork as I start eating.

"Thanks. Have you heard anything from the head of the prison?"

"He called me about thirty minutes ago. He's still scouring footage from cameras, but he was told by a guard that another guard had been acting suspicious when around Leila. He'd look at her in an almost lustful way."

"Maybe he's the one who gave her the phone." Christian nods. "I thought we were finally free of her. It was bad enough when it was just us, but we're now having a baby. I can't and won't let her hurt this baby."

"Ana, I promise that she won't."