well, we are close to the end...

edited by icalyn! :)

"Okay, I will leave you two, or, three I would better say." Grace said as she gave back her grandson to her son.

"Taylor will drive you home, mom," Christian said as he followed Grace to the elevator where Taylor was already waiting.

"Thank you son, and say hi to your wife. If you don't have time, she should visit the Grey house with Ted sometime soon, we all want to see the baby again. You just brought him once there!"

"We will think about it, mom. Now it is late, and you better go home before Carrick starts to worry." Christian said and watched his mom smile and leave the apartment.

He got to Ted's room and placed him back in his crib, watching him sleep for a few minutes before he went to his bedroom.

He thought about waking her up on his way there, but when he saw her sleep so peacefully and as if they really were still together, his heart broke.

She had broken him.

He had trusted her: he had started to believe in love, believe in happiness that could last. He had thought that she was that one woman who was meant for him, even for his cold and fucked up heart.

She had made him a fool, a fool in love.

And now he was a fool again as he climbed in the bed and remembered those passionate moments they had shared there.

The only way to not be a fool again had been being a heartless jerk to her, he had to admit.

No matter how many bad things she had done, she probably was not as bad as he had thought.

She really hadn't lied about him being Ted's father. But who knows – maybe she didn't even know?

She really seemed to love their son since she spent all her time with him. He really should think about her visitations in the future…maybe she did deserve time with him.

But sadness was always filling her eyes when he would accidentally catch a glimpse of her as she left Ted's room knowing he was home and probably would want to see him.

Even if he forgave her, there still could be no future for them.

If Ana had made him believe there someone for everyone, he knew it was not her.

Because he had loved her, but she had loved the fact that he had his empire and billions.

But there he was – a fool again as he kissed her forehead before turning out the lights.

Ana woke up and it was late, it definitely was late. The sun was already high in the sky, it had to be at least nine, she thought.

But how could she get up when she was being held by her love of the life? How could she move when his arm was around her naked waist?

This was the first night in months she had slept so well.

But something ended it - their baby's cry over the baby monitor.

Christian opened his eyes for the third time this night, and once again his arm was around her! How? He asked himself again as he climbed out of the bed and put on his tee shirt.

Only this time she was not sleeping, she was looking at him.

"I can go check on him, he must be hungry," Ana said as she held the sheet to her breasts, not knowing what else to do.

"You can get dressed if you are awake. I will get him to you then," Christian said, not even staying for her answer.

What could she say? No? I want to stay in this bed and I want you back here with me?

She could only get out, take the dress, put it on, and act like nothing had happened. Like she was okay with everything happening in her life.

Right as she walked out of the room she saw Christian with Ted in his lap, sitting in the kitchen.

Christian was feeding him a bottle Ana had prepared for his breakfast.

"I could have..." Ana said, awkwardly standing there, knowing he didn't want her company.

"Next time. Now, will you have breakfast with us?" Christian asked, and even though Ana didn't show it, she felt simultaneously the happiest and the saddest woman alive.

"Aren't you having your breakfast?"

"I think there's enough space for both of us," Christian said, and Ana finally sat down at the table, watching their baby suck the bottle.

At first Ana awkwardly drank the tea that Gail placed in front of her, knowing her habits well enough.

But when Christian said she should eat something, something opened in her as she saw something from her husband.

"Very tasty. Thank you, Gail," Ana said as she finished the omelet.

"I thought of going out with Ted to the park. Do you want to accompany us?" Christian asked as he stood up to go to Ted's room to change him.

Even though Ana didn't want to cause herself any more pain that she would already have after all what happened between them, she just couldn't say no.

"I would love to."

That was the first time he really saw her smile for the first time since her return here.

And in twenty minutes they both were walking around the private park of the building, laughing at their adorable son.

"He is already so tall," Ana said. "I bet he is going to be taller than me one day."

"Well, no wonder, knowing my height," Christian added, taking the boy in his arms, and playing with him while Ana laughed at the faces Christian made.

And then somehow, as they both were leaning to take a closer look at their child's face, they found each other looking in each other's eyes, moving their heads even closer, closing the distance between their lips.

Everything else was forgotten as they kissed and Christian held Ted with one hand while with the other he was cupping Ana's face.

Ana just couldn't believe it. It was a dream, not reality after what she had experienced in the past months. And she acted as if she was in a dream as she said those three words.

"I love you."

Christian immediately pulled away, standing up and placing Ted back in the stroller.

"Don't ever say those words to me. Don't ever lie to me like that." He no longer was a fool and never would be again. He wouldn't fall for her stupid lies.

She watched him leave her as he left with Ted, and she started to cry.

How could she have thought that they could…that they really could be something again if he…if he didn't believe she could love him.

He could have said that he had stopped loving her. That he didn't need her love. That he didn't want her love.

Then she would move on, she would be okay in months…years.

But how can she move on when all she can imagine is if only he forgave her…if he listened to her and realized she really loved him.