Again sorry for not updating – the good news is that I have finished writing this story and in the next week you will be able to read the final chapters. And also you will be able to read the new story I wrote when I couldn't write anything else.

Now I am going to write the chapters for Learning To Love! And trust me – all stories are going to be updated and continued!

As lately, it is edited by icalyn.

"Coffee to table six, Ana!" Her boss yelled and Ana immediately stopped reading the pregnancy book she had bought a few days earlier.

Life was so much different from how it had been a few months ago. Was she still the same Anastasia she was?

Now she was alone and eight months pregnant. She looked so much different to hide her identity.

But what mattered to her now was the baby she was carrying.

She took the coffee and placed it on her tray, looking over the table six to look at her customer. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the man she had called her husband a few months ago.

How could he even be in a place like this? This is a simple bistro on the road, not an expensive restaurant in downtown. She thought of going back and asking someone else to serve him but then Jude, her boss, gave her a look that said she had to do her job.

She slowly walked there, afraid of what he would say. What he would do. She just had to give him the coffee and leave. Maybe he wouldn't even recognize her now that she looked like a clown.

She just had to hope that it would happen this way.

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Stopping for a coffee in this place might have been not the very best idea.

But he needed a distraction before another family lunch at his parents' house. Another few hours of questions about why he broke up with Anastasia. Why couldn't he just tell them what a liar she had been? Why did he have to care about her?

"Finally," he murmured as he noticed a waitress coming to him.

Her blonde waves hid her face but her very pregnant belly was not hidden.

He sometimes wondered how was Anastasia? Why did she never talk to the press? How was it possible they still thought they were together?

Well, it could be because Christian wore his ring sometimes when he knew he was going to get caught by paparazzi. As his PR team said, it wouldn't be good for him to break up with a pregnant woman. But hell if they knew how good it would be and how right it actually was.

"What the hell!" Christian cursed as the waitress spilled most of the coffee on his jeans as she placed it on the table.

"I'm so sorry!"

Ana.

He looked at her face, and it was her. The same eyes, the same nose, lips. Her appearance had changed, though. And it did not suit her.

Did she do this on purpose? All the soft feelings for her were gone the moment he saw her. The anger was back. She had broken his heart, and she was here, saying she's sorry.

"I can't, I'm sorry." Ana walked away, wiping away the few tears that had started to fall down her cheeks. She couldn't look at him, she just couldn't…

"Take the day off," Jude said as she sent another waitress to Christian's table to clean up the mess.

Ana took off her apron and wiped away the tears as she went to the staff room.

She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. What if he was still there? Was he still angry and still wanting to hurt her for what she did?

She took her bag and quickly left the building, walking to her house as fast as she could, considering very pregnant state.

But as she was about to cross the street, she saw that Audi she once had well known. Christian opened the window of the passenger seat and looked at her, showing all he thought of her with a look.

"The blonde looks horrible," he said, making her feel even worse. "And so does your too black eyes and red lips." He said once again, and even added a laugh. "God, no wonder I've found you in a place like this."

She stopped walking and looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Look at me and thank me! Thank me for making myself look like this to save you from dealing with media when they find out we are divorced. Thank me for doing everything in my power to keep your child safe from even more stress than what I am going through. You are just…unbelievable, Christian. Please leave me alone. As you did all those months ago," Ana said, as she wiped away her tears once again, not caring how bad she looked.

"Why did we divorce? Why did I leave you?" Christian reminded her. "And stop calling it my child. If you want, you will be able to take a paternity test when he is born. But if the result shows I am not the father, as it most likely will show, you will have just humiliated yourself further."

"Please, just go," Ana said as she walked past his car, to her home.

She didn't even look back as she walked up the sidewalk; she had had enough.

So she went to the second floor where she was renting a one-room apartment, but as she saw the door open she knew something was not okay.

She knew she had closed the door.

She slowly opened it but then she stopped as she saw that man sitting on her couch, or she could call it her bed, too, since she it was where she was sleeping.

"Get out," she said, holding her belly protectively from the man.

"No, Anastasia, not until I get what I want," David stood up and walked to her, placing his hand on her waist.

"Stop," she said as she tried to push it away, but failed when he took both her wrists in one of his hands and almost pulled her to the couch.

"Stop? We are just starting, bitch," he said as he pushed her on that couch, not caring that she screamed and was crying.

"Please, help!" Ana yelled, even though she knew no one should be in the house at the moment. She just hoped, hoped for the best.

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He had been harsh, Christian realized.

Maybe she really had dyed her hair and chosen this look to hide. To hide whom she was and not have to answer all those questions.

Maybe he really had crossed some line, because it still hurt…

It hurt to see her cry when he insulted her.

He got out of the car and looked at the house she had entered.

It must be hard for her to live in this after the luxury he had given her. The poor child, he thought.

But as he walked in, he quickened his pace upstairs. It was Ana who was yelling up there. Yelling for help.

He ran upstairs and pushed the door open.

And then he saw a scene he was not sure he could ever forget.

His Ana screaming and hitting the man who was trying to take off her shirt.

"Stop, you idiot," Christian said as he went to the guy and pulled him away from Ana by his shirt.

"Dude, you were interrupting something here!"

Then Christian recognized that man. It was her old friend David. But he definitely was not her friend anymore.

He quickly looked at Ana who was still in shock, crying and holding her bump.

Christian decided he could hit that man until he could hit no more…but then he realized he would go to jail so he just kicked him out. He would take care of him later.

"I will get your stupid ex, trust me." David said as he slumped down the stairs, but Christian knew he would prevent it. No matter what Ana had done, she didn't deserve this.

Anastasia.

He had to check up on her.

He went back in the little flat and went to the couch where she was still crying.

"Ohh," she groaned as she held to her belly even tighter.

"Are you alright?" Christian asked as he watched her breathe heavier breaths than usual.

"No, no, I'm not. I think I am in labor, Christian…" she said, looking in his eyes. "Please, don't leave me now, please. Just get me to the hospital, please, this is the last thing I am asking from you."

How could he say no? No matter how much he hated her, he couldn't leave her like this.

So he made sure she was safe in the hospital, that she got just the best treatment and that the best doctor was with her.

As he was about to leave, not being able to be there any longer, a nurse called for him. "Mr. Grey, Miss Steele wants to see you," she said and Christian felt he had no other choice than to walk in that room and see her face full of sweat and tears in her eyes once again as she…as she was giving birth to her child.

"Christian," she stretched her hand for him to take, and he did, not realizing what it would lead to. "If I die, please, please, take care of him. Take care of our son, Theodore Raymond Steele if you don't want him to have your last name. Please." She said as she clenched his hand with even more strength.

"Anastasia, stop." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. If so many women could go through this, she would too. And he wouldn't get all soft and nice to her now because she was in pain.

But how couldn't he?

How could he leave her alone when she held to his hand as if he was saving her from falling off a cliff?

"Ana, the head is out. You can do it," the doctor encouraged her, and as she gave the final pushes, they all could hear a baby's cries filling the room.

Ana watched the nurses take him away to weigh him and wash him clean. But very soon he was brought back to her and placed in her arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked in the eyes of her ex husband, only in a miniature version of him.

She hadn't been ready for this. But this was the best thing that had happened to her in months.

But as she wanted to give him to Christian, he was gone. Gone out of the room.

And probably out of her life.