Baby Hope is healthy and adorable she has a round curious face. She's always trying to look at everything and her expression would lead you to believe that she understood what was going on. Ethan took two months off work to stay home with Mia and Grace has been staying over a couple nights a week. The nursery is gorgeous. It's different shades of pink so Phoebe approves. She thinks Hope is "a cutie patootie". Hopes name is on the wall above her crib but the letters are made of flowers. It's a little girl's dream room.

Christian and I bought the kids over to see Hope a couple of days after the bought her home. Ted touched her like she was made of glass. Phoebe was a little jealous that she wasn't the center of attention and at one point I put Aria in the crib with her, just to see if she would even acknowledge her existence and she just laughed. Every time Hope moved Aria would smile and giggle. I all but melted every time.

I over slept and I was, without a doubt, going to be miserably late for the board meeting.

"Do you have a lot to do today?" Christian asked. He was sitting at the breakfast bar. He decided to take the day off.

"I have a few meeting and a few calls to make about the New York office. And the board meeting starts in," I looked at the clock. "Three minutes."

"Ana, you're the owner. You're not late. Everyone else is simply early." I get what he was saying but I hated knowing people were waiting for me.

"Well as the owner, I think it's my job to set a good example for my employees." I, for the life of me, couldn't find my briefcase.

"Are you going to see Lucas today?" Of all times right now? Did he have to bring this up right now.

"I'm not really sure but I think, if not today, we have a meeting soon." Okay I knew for a fact that I was having a meeting with him today. I'd been looking forward to it all week. He emailed me and told me that he'd gone into a hole and finished all the pieces for the book, which was beyond amazing.

"Okay." He got up and kissed me on the cheek. "Have a good day at work." He was trying. I loved my husband even when he got on my last nerve. Even when I didn't want to, I loved him.

I caught his wrist before he could turn to walk away and I kissed him. Really kissed him. I could tell I caught him off guard but the whole peck-on-the-cheek thing wasn't us. "Love you." I walked out the door and I could feel him looking after me.

I was late for the meeting but, like Christian said, they all acted as if I was right on time. Budgets were negotiated and a few people were fired, all in all a productive meeting. Since I was late the meeting ran over, so when I went back to my office Frost was sitting there waiting with a accordion folder in his hand.

"Hello Ana." Of course he was drinking coffee. I wondered if he ever slept with all the caffeine he consumed.

"Lucas." I sat behind my desk. "What do you have for me?"

"I'm not sure how you're going to take to a few of them. They're a bit raw but the rest I'm almost totally confident in." He was nervous. I've never seen him nervous. He was fidgety and his eyes were a bit shifty.

"I'm a bit swamped today but I'll bring them home with me, look through them and e-mail you any notes I have. Do you mind if I share them with Christian?"

"Sure. An extra pair of eyes never hurt."

"Are you okay? You seem a little uneasy." This was very unlike him.

"Have you ever had the internal feeling like you're being followed?"

CHRISTIAN! I can't believe this! I'd expect him of all people to have a private investigator that was discrete. This poor man was stressed to the max. It probably had something to do with him holing himself up and finishing week's worth of work in a few days.

"Hi I'm Anastasia Grey. Have you met my shadow Sawyer?" I motioned to Sawyer through the glass. I hoped my sad attempt at humor would help him relax. "Lucas, I'm sure it's all in your head." I lied. "You're probably just over stressed from working so much. Why don't you take a couple of weeks off and just be with your friends and family. I'm sure you have a girlfriend or someone that would love to spend some time with you."

He erupted with laughter and I thought it might be a nervous break. "Is it really not terribly obvious?" I was confused and really didn't know what to say. "Oh Anastasia, sweetie." Was he about to profess his love to me? "I'm gay." Excuse me! What?! I mean, Kate's gaydar was always way better than me but I would have bet anything that he was straight as an arrow. "I'm sorry. I just assumed you knew." I still didn't believe it.

"Really? Are you sure?" As soon as it came out of my mouth I wanted to take it back but he laughed it off.

"Yes. I'm as gay as the day is long."

"Well then." I'd totally forgotten what it was we were talking about. "I'm sure your boyfriend would love to spend some time with you."

He was still laughing to himself. "Yes I suppose he would."

I was still totally and completely in shock. "I'm sorry, I just- I never would have got that from you."

"Has any straight man ever complimented you on your shoes and known the designer and collection?"

"Mrs. Grey I have the realtor from New York on line one." Emily's voice came through the intercom before I could embarrass myself any farther.

"I'll go and leave you to your work. I'll tell my boyfriend that you say hello."

I had no idea what just happened.

That night Christian called me into his study. "How was your day?" I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck. Being cuddled into his chest is my happy place.

"Long. Looks like I'm going to have to go to New York after all." I looked up at him from under my eyelashes because I know it drives him crazy.

"Well the private investigator got back to me." He said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah Frost knows someone's been following him he was a nervous wreck today!" I scolded him.

"I'll make sure to use a different one next time." He was a sarcastic bastard. "I have to say I'm surprised with the results."

"What is he a cannibal?" I joked.

"No but he's gay." I saw the surprised look on Christians face.

"I know right! He told me today when I said he should take time off from writing to see his girlfriend." We were both laughing.

"So I guess I owe you an apology." He pulled me closer to him.

"No. You don't have to. It doesn't matter." When I was here, in his arms nothing did.

"Have I ever told you I loved you?" He was smiling down at me.

"A few times I think."

As if the world was hell bent on ruining our moments his cell rang.

"Flynn, what is it?" I watched his face as he listened and I already didn't like whatever he was hearing. He hung up and his face was a mixture of shock and confusion. "Leila just called Flynn."

"So? Isn't he her shrink too?" I don't like where this is going.

"She just admitted to having Jack Hyde killed. She had Jack Hyde killed."