"Are you sure?" Christian's head is in his hands.

"I know you have no reason to trust me," She glances at me "but I wouldn't come here and send you into a panic without a good reason." Neither Christian nor I say anything and she continues. "I'm better now. I promise. You put me through art school and essentially gave me a second chance at life. I feel like I owed you at least this."

It just didn't add up to me. Why was she even in contact with Hyde? How did they know each other? Why would he even want anything to do with her if he hated everything to do with Christian? When was he release from prison? Why weren't we notified?

"Ana. Ana you have to breathe." Christian wasn't looking at me but he was right. I wasn't breathing. We all just kind of stood there looking at nothing. That's when it hit me.

"The children." I muttered. "Oh my children!" My heart started to race. The last time I'd had a run in with Jack Hyde it was just Christian and I, but now I have children. There are three people that needed me, which I was responsible for. "Christian!" I was in full panic mode. "Christian, what about the children? Phoebe has ballet rehearsal and Ted has baseball. I have to take Aria to the doctors." My mind was running at a million miles a minute. I didn't really understand why I'd just blurted out a schedule but I was just mortified. Christian and I, we'd made a life for ourselves here. I've changed diapers. I've read bed time stories played countless games of hide and go seek. I've cleaned scraped knees and kissed stubbed toes. I've even given into Christian and settled into the life of luxury. I'd done what was expected of me. We'd finally settled in a place we loved with people we love and now it could be taken from us at any moment.

The party came to an extravagant end. Christian conveniently failed to mention the pyrotechnicians he'd hired. There was a sudden boom over the Sound and Phoebes name was in the sky in bright pink. Followed by tutus and tiaras and a final "Happy Birthday. Love mommy and daddy." Phoebes eyes widened at the sight of her name in the sky and she jumped up and down so much so, that I was waiting for her to fall over.

Every one cleared out and complimented me on my party throwing skills (I refused to take credit for it). Christian and I put the kids to bed and regrouped in the kitchen. "So what do we do?" I ask as Christian walks into the room.

"There's not much we can do. Leila didn't go into detail about their relationship. She doesn't know where he is or what information he has about us and the kids. All we can do is beef up security and wait for him to contact us."

Beef up security? We've already added an entire fleet of ex Secret Service. The kids have three with them at all times. There are always at least five people patrolling the grounds. Sawyer is with me AT ALL TIMES. I will not do that to my children. I won't do it to myself. "No."

"Ana-"

I cut off Christian's argument. "No more security. No more patrols. I have more security than Jackie Kennedy and I'm a publisher for Christ's sake. My son is followed around by three Secret Service agents. Theodore is not actually a Roosevelt Christian! This cannot go on forever. What about when Phoebe goes on her first date? Puberty is hard enough without having people who served old presidents following you around 24/7."

Christian looked shocked. "I didn't know it bothered you so much."

I could tell I bruised his ego so I softened my tone to prevent an argument. "It's just, a bit much. I know you worry about our safety but we're not at war with the world here."

He walked into the living room and sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit on his lap. "So what do you suggest we do?"

"We surely don't wait around like sitting ducks. We find him and dispose of him before he has a chance of getting anywhere near my kids."

"Mrs. Grey, I must say I find this aggressively protective side of you very sexy." He started running his hand up my leg and it took all of my will power to resist him.

"Christian I'm serious about this. If something we're to happen to one of them-" I trailed off

"I wouldn't allow it."

Eventually Monday came around and it was back to work. It was an unusually slow day for the beginning of the week so I took time to get in touch with a couple of authors I'd been working with.

"Emily," My new assistant was really pretty. She had big light brown eyes and brown hair that billowed around her face. She had the timeless beauty of old movie stars. "Forward all of calls to my cell. I'm going to lunch with Frost. Frost was an amazing writer. He reminded me of a modern day Walt Whitman.

"Sure thing Mrs. Grey."

"Really Emily, call me Ana."

Frost and I, and of course Sawyer, went to Caffé Fiore, an organic coffee shop that Frost frequents. He says the atmosphere is great for curing writers block and I will give him that, it was very serene.

Frost, as talented as he is, makes me nervous. He's a very intense man. All of his movements are very purposeful. The way he looks at, not just me but, everyone makes me feel like he just knows. Everything. Don't get me wrong he's very polite and very professional but the way he never misses a beat makes me think he knows my husband fucked me speechless last night. Needless to say it made me uncomfortable. I think Sawyer felt it too. He always shifts uncomfortably when ever Frost looks at him.

"Ana it's lovely to see you again." He stands as Sawyer and I walk into the shop. "As well as you Sawyer." He was a considerate man. No one else ever acknowledged Sawyer.

"Sir." Sawyer nodded.

"Hello Frost. I hope you're well." I joined him at his table and Sawyer took a seat across the room, giving us space.

"Anastasia, I insist you call me Lucas. My existence is no where significant enough to be referred to by my last name." He was an old soul. Something about him reminded me of the town wise men of the early 1800's. It could be the fact that he only ever dressed in earth tones, but it fit him.

"Lucas, I trust you are well."

"I am and I have good news. I've finally settled on a theme."

"That's great Lucas!" I really fancied him. The way he had small wrinkles around his honest eyes even though they made him look much older than he was. He was an unbelievably talented poet and just a good person. I'd never tell him, it'd be extremely unprofessional, but I'd hoped we'd be great friend. I wanted to introduce him to Christian. I felt like they'd really hit it off.

He took a very intentional sip of coffee. "I've decided it'd be based on complicated relationships." He picked up his coffee again and took another sip in time to see me blush over the rim of his cup. My mind went to Christians early days and me running from the play room in tears. "Platonic ones." He interrupted my thoughts. That all seemed like a lifetime ago.

My phone rang before he had time to expand. It was Christian but I silenced it. I'm sure whatever it was could wait; besides what Frost was proposing was ground breaking.

"Do you need to take that?"

"No it can wait. What were you saying?"

"Well relationships of the romantic and sexual types are always in art. Whether it be music or those horrid movies, it's really a monopoly but relationships that aren't-"

"Excuse me Mrs. Grey" Sawyer looked as if he'd just seen a ghost. "I have Mr. Grey on the phone." I realized he'd probably just been scolded by my overbearing husband. I gave Frost an apologetic look to which he raised a hand and smiled. I excused myself and stepped outside the café.

"Yes Christian." I sighed.

"Where are you?" He snapped.

"At a café with an author. I think you'd-"

"Why did you leave the office?" He sounded exasperated and I was honestly not in the mood to have a screaming match with him.

"I'm having a meeting."

"A meeting that could have taken place at the office."
"Christian-"

"I'm sorry I just got worried when you didn't answer my call."

"Well-"

"Yes I understand you were in a meeting."

"Do you need something? Are the children okay?"

"No the children are fine. It's Hyde."

"What has he done now?" I was really growing tired of his antics.

"He's dead." I felt my mouth slightly fall open. I was shocked and a tad upset. He wasn't the best person in the world but I wouldn't wish death on any one, even him.

"Are you sure?" I tried to keep my tone steady.

"One hundred percent."

"Well that takes care of that." I really didn't know what to say. He wasn't someone I'd miss but I assumed he meant something to someone somewhere.

"I think this is a call for a celebration."

"Christian, I really don't want to celebrate a man's demise. Even if it was Jack Hyde. Someone lost a friend today."

I could tell Christian was frustrated with my reaction. "Well I've invited everyone over for dinner already. We don't have to call it a celebration but I thought we should let everyone know that this man is finally out of our lives."

A dinner party? I could deal with that and it'd be a great time to introduce Frost to Christian. I really hoped they'd take to each other. "Do you mind if I invite someone."

"My home is your home Anastasia." I could tell he was smiling my smile.

"Okay. Love you and I'll see you in a few hours."

"Laters baby."

I figured I should go home and help set up for the party and get the kids ready.

"Lucas I'm so sorry but I have to go something's just come up." He was totally unwavered by my early departure. I liked that. "But my husband and I are hosting a dinner party tonight and I'd love it if you'd come. I'll send you the information. The attire is black tie." He gave me a hand shake and a smile and politely accepted my invitation.

"I'd love to meet your family. Should I bring anything?"

"Oh don't bother with that."