I'm sure I couldn't really deal with anymore surprises. I'm just going to have a heart attack one of these days. "Do the police know?" I hope she didn't think we were going to help her get away with this. No one asked her to do this.

"No I don't think so." Christian looked like he was going into shock.

"Did she say why?" I'm really tired of this girls antics.

"He was going to kill me. He told her he was going to kill me, so she killed him first." I already knew where his mind was going.

"Christian, you don't owe this girl anything. Just because she's crazy enough to put a hit out on Hyde doesn't me we owe her. She doesn't even deserve a thank you." I think I know what the root of this is coming from. She still loved him. She's still obsessed with him. It's been damn near a decade and she still hasn't moved on. Pathetic.

"She saved my life Ana." Was he serious?!

"No she didn't. She took someone else's life. Or paid someone to. It's clear this girl is still obsessed with you."

"Don't be dense Ana." Now he wants to snap out of it; to insult me.

"How am I being dense? She put a hit on someone who threatened to hurt you and you think she's just totally over you. You're the one who's being dense. Or naive."

"You're reading into this way too much. She said when she was here during Phoebe's party that she didn't think she could repay me for helping her and putting her through art school." He shrugged like we we're discussing the weather. "That was her trying to pay me back."

"When you want to pay someone back you send them a fruit basket not an obituary!" I snapped. We'd been arguing so much lately and I wasn't trying to be some psycho bitch, we already had one of those on our hands, but I can't believe he was so bind!

"Ana, I don't know why you're upset about this. This man tried to kidnap and rape you. He wasn't exactly a saint. She did the world a justice if you ask me." Okay so no, Jack Hyde wasn't the pope and no I wasn't upset that I didn't have to worry about him anymore, but Leila was obviously disturbed. I don't care how much progress Flynn thinks she's made, that woman is majorly fucked up.

I put Leila's shenanigans on the back burner because I had to plan a book release party and plan my trip to New York. The life of an executive isn't exactly all private jets and villas in the south of France.

"Mrs. Grey Lucas Frost is here to see you." Fuck I hadn't realized it was two o' clock already.

"Send him in."

"Ana, I trust your day is going well." Now that it was out there, I couldn't believe I thought he was straight. His fashion sense was too good and the way he said my name reminds of the men on that old show Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

"I am. We need to discuss your book release party."

"A book release party? I don't think I-" I held up my hand to quiet him.

"You did amazing and you deserve it. Not to mention the exposure will be great for you. Every big news paper and magazine will be in attendance. I have a feeling that you will be added to that seemingly never ending list of New York Times Best Selling Author list."

"Well, can I really say no to that." He smiled and threw his hands up. He is sooo gay.

"Well since it's your party I need you to make a guest list. Don't worry about all the big wigs. Marketing will handle that."

"Anastasia Grey, you are a heaven sent." He got up and hugged me. "I will email you a list ASAP." SO. GAY. And I loved it.

My trip to New York was productive. I dropped my realtor and found another one quicker than then I thought was possible. People jumped at the chance to work with me and I found the perfect space. The Grey name carried more weight than I sometimes realized.

I finished everything in half the time I had allotted myself so I channeled my inner Mia and bought about two Lexus's worth of clothes from Sacks, mostly for Phoebe and Hope. Baby shopping was way too fun to pass up the opportunity and Phoebe bored of her clothes really quickly. I bought her more Vera Wang and Burberry, her favorite designers, in earth tones in the hope that she'd let this pink phase go. Christian was right, granted it took a few years, but I did get used to wealth and started to enjoy it.

"Chris!" No one ever called Christian Chris, which I found weird, but I used it as a warning. He knew that if I was calling him Chris I was reaching the end of my tether. "You need to hurry up. We are going to be late." I was putting my shoes and ear rings on while he didn't even have on pants. Whatever happened to the "I don't do late" Christian?

"Mama you look so pretty." Phoebe came bouncing into the room.

"Thank you sweetie, but you're prettier." I touched her on the nose. I always told Phoebe she was prettier than me, it was true, and she never denied it.

"I like your bracelet." He eyes got wide and glossed over a bit. She loved diamonds. She gravitated towards anything shiny but even Christian agreed that buying diamonds for a five year old was a bit much.

"Daddy got it for me." Where was my Berkin? "Where is Ted?"

"He's showing Amelia how to play chopsticks. I like her. She's pretty."

"She's a very nice girl." Keys, check. Wallet, check. Phone, check. Husband, "Christian Grey if you're not out here in three seconds I'm going to lose it. I'm the one throwing this party. I can't be late."

He emerged from the bathroom in a black suit and even though he's making me late, I had to admit he looked perfect. He kissed me on the cheek. "I'm here. Stop frowning it'll give you wrinkles." Then he smiled and immediately all was forgiven. "Phoebe what color tie should I wear?"

She took a step back and Christian struck some silly poses. It still blew my mind, seeing him, the hard ass business billionaire act silly with his five year old daughter. I loved that man. "Blue." She ran over into his closet and came back with a pale blue tie that matched my dress.

"Thank you love." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Come one we're going to be late. You'll have to do your tie in the car." I took his hand and led him out of the house. I could feel him watching me from behind. "What? Please tell me I don't have a stain on my dress."

"No. You're perfect." There was a hint of something in his voice that I couldn't place.

"Then what?" We were in the car I was smiling, confused, and he was just staring at me.

"I don't know if you've noticed Mrs. Grey, but pregnancy has left you a gift." His hands went to my hips.

Oh yeah I noticed. It wasn't as dramatic after I had Teddy but after the girls my hips widened a lot. Most of my clothes fit differently or didn't fit at all. I will say that it added to my silhouette in my fitted dresses so I didn't really complain.

His hands went to the middle of my thighs and I started to pull away. "Oh no. You need to be on your best behavior." I found myself reprimanding him more than the children. "This party will make or break book sales. I can't show up with a just fucked look."

"Don't worry about that." I was still trying to pull away when he slipped a finger in me and my body went limp. All of my will disappeared. Then he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a string of silver balls I know all too well. He locked his eyes on mine as he put them in his mouth and slowly pushed them into me. This was just great. Now when I'm answering the reporters I'll be thinking about nothing but what was guaranteed to happen tonight.