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C POV

"I'm going to leave soon to meet with the head of the prison." Ana glances up from her magazine and nods. I run my hand along my jaw. "I'm sorry this honeymoon hasn't gone the way we planned."

"You mean with your ex calling not once but twice?", she mutters without taking her eyes off the magazine. "Or maybe with how you kept the first call from me?" She finally lifts her eyes. It's been a day since she learned about me keeping Leila's call from her, yet the hurt is still there.

"There has been one bright spot. The baby." Her face lights up at the mention of our unborn child. "I don't expect you to forgive me like that." I snap my fingers and walk across the living room to where she's sitting on the sofa. "But I can promise to do better and prove myself to you. You, me, and our baby are going to have the best life."

"You're right about me not letting you off the hook easily. You messed up. It doesn't change how much I love you though." I inch closer and dab away her tears with my hand. "Go and meet with the head of the prison. We'll be waiting on you." She and I both stare lovingly at her stomach.

"I really hope I'm going to leave this meeting in a better mood.", I murmur as I walk into the office of Frederick Peterson, the head of the prison. He closes the door behind him and motions for me to sit down. I was glad when he called to tell me he has news about the Leila situation, but I also didn't want to leave Ana.

"Mason Carter is the name of the guard who supplied Ms. Williams with the telephone. Myself and another officer brought him into my office first thing this morning for questioning. I confronted him about the telephone, and he denied it at first. I then told him he was seen looking at Ms. Williams in an inappropriate way."

"Let me guess. He once again denied it. Tell me you had more than the word of someone else."

"We found a series of videos which showed Carter being very friendly with Ms. Williams. In one of the pieces Carter is seen handing Ms. Williams a cell phone. Once we showed Carter the footage he caved and confessed. He's been going through a divorce and said Ms. Williams gave him the attention he's been longing." I scoff and roll my eyes. "She pleaded with him to get her a phone so she could call her sick grandmother."

"Sick grandmother?", I mumble. "That phone was used to harass not only me but my wife, a woman who was shot because of Leila." I lean forward and place my hands on his desk. "My wife and I were married only a few days ago." My voice raises more with each word. "This is supposed to be a happy time, yet I'm having to deal with crap that could've been prevented if your prison were operated the way it should."

"Mr. Grey, I want you to know that this incident is an isolated event. It's in no way a representation of how we do things around here. Carter has been fired and charged with bringing contraband into the prison. We're also charging Ms. Williams with having contraband, and she's being placed in solitary confinement." I stand and roll my head back on my shoulders before glaring harshly at Peterson.

"You better make damn sure nothing like this ever happens again.", I snarl before stomping out.

A POV

"Ana, I'm surprised to be hearing from you.", my mom says on the other end of the phone. "Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you called, but I just figured you'd rather be doing other things on your honeymoon."

"I had some time and wanted to call and say hi." I pad over to the floor to ceiling window in the living room and look out on to the city. Unlike yesterday today's cloudy and dreary, much like my mood. "How are you and Dad?"

"We're good. We've been having a lazy day around the house, but we might venture out later to see a movie. How are you and Christian?" I swallow and prepare to lie to my mom.

"We're great. Things are wonderful." My answer isn't entirely a lie. Christian and I are in love and going to be parents. If only Leila hadn't called and Christian hadn't kept it from me.

"Are you sure? You don't sound like yourself."

"I'm sure." We're holding off on telling our loved ones about the baby so I'll tell her another piece of good news. "In fact Christian showed me some land that's the perfect spot for us to build a house."

"Oh Ana, I'm so happy to hear that."

"It's not going to happen overnight, but we're excited.", I say. I see Christian's relection through the window, but I remain with my back to him. He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Mom, I've got to go but will talk to you soon."

"All right. Your dad and I love you."

"I love you guys too. Bye." I turn around and am met by Christian's lips. The kiss is soft and tender. "Hi."

"Hi.", he smiles. "How's your mom?"

"She's good." I release myself from his embrace and sit down on the sofa. "How did your meeting go?" He sighs. "It was bad, wasn't it?"

"It was the opposite." He sits down next to me. "I just wish the meeting and the reason for it had never taken place."

"You and me both.", I mutter. "Tell me what happened."

"The guard responsible for Leila having a phone has been fired and arrested. She played him like a fiddle and got him to give her a phone which she wanted so she could call her sick grandmother."

"Clearly she's still the same conniving person."

"Ana, she's not going to be bothering again."

"How do you know you that?!", I shout. "How can you be sure that she won't?! We thought she was already out of our lives, but she came back. That woman always finds a way to come back." He cups my chin and smiles slightly.

"This time will be different. We just need to start looking forward to the future and trying not to dwell on the past."

"I'll try."

"There. Everyone now has my new number." Christian sets his phone down after sending out a group text. He joins me at the kitchen table where I'm eating a late lunch of chicken and rice. "Good?" I nod and continue eating.

"Aren't you going to eat something?", I ask. He grabs an apple from the basket in the middle of the table. "Something other than an apple."

"An apple is all I want.", he shrugs. He studies the piece of fruit and chuckles. "The phrase apple of my eye just popped into my head. "This baby is the apple of my eye."

"The apple of our eyes.", I correct him with a giggle.

"You're right. This is nice." I arch a brow in confusion. "We're sitting here, talking about the baby. Things are calm. It's how our lives are supposed to be. Unfortunately the last few days have been anything but calm. Ana, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you about Leila calling. I'm sorry for bringing Leila into your life."

"I wish more than anything you had told me about her calling, and for that I'm still upset. How Leila's acted and the things she's done are all on her. She's the one responsible, not you. Earlier you said we need to stop looking back, and I said I'd try. You've got to listen to your own words. Don't give me encouragement and not use it yourself. Bad things have happened, but we have so many wonderful things ahead." He sets the apple down and replaces it with my hand. "Let's be honest with each other. Let's communicate with each other each other. Most of all..." I pause.

"Most of all?", he asks.

"Most of all...let's love each other."