A/N: Pretty everyone knows who it is. But it's not like I tried to hide it:) I hope I did ok with this and the next one...

Ana:

For some reason, I'm nervous about this. I run into this guy in New York, and now he's here. Standing in front of me.

"Yeah, ok." I put my laptop on the desk. "I just need to call someone real quick." I smile.

"Take your time." He smiles at me.

I first dial Taylor's number asking to meet me in Christian's office. I'm not taking any chances. Then I dial Ros and see if she can watch Teddy just a little bit longer. She tells me it's fine. He's busy making paper airplanes.

Taylor is at the door of Christian's office, and I stand up.

"You can follow me," I tell him. The three of us walk into Christian's office. "Christian. This is Nathan Riley. He says he has something to tell us."

Christian takes a look at Nathan, and I see his jaw drop. Yep it's like looking in a mirror isn't it baby.

"Alright, take a seat." He shakes his head, still in shock looking at his doppelganger

"Thank you." He sits in the chair across from Christian's desk, and I sit down next to him.

"What is that you needed to tell us?" Christian asks.

"Well, this might sound unbelievable. But, I believe that I'm your father." I think my jaw hits the floor. Well, I mean look at him. It could be true.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Christian snaps.

"You see when I ran into your wife in New York." Christian looks at me his eyes blazing.

"You knew about this?" He seethes turning to me.

"No. I didn't know who he was, only that he looked like you. I was telling you about it when Teddy interrupted us. So you can stop looking at me like that." I stare him down, and I see him back down.

"Now, wait a minute before you get mad at her. I saw her, and she thought I was you. I can see it now." He laughs "You then came in the store and well, the memories came flooding back. A couple of days later I saw your picture and name in a magazine, and I decided to look you up. I did some digging and found out your birth mom's name was Ella Johnson. You see I met Ella while my family was stationed in Detroit. We had dated for a couple of months before I had to move to Texas. We were 17 at the time."

I can see Christian's eyes close as he absorbs all this. This has got to be hard for him to hear. We haven't talked about his birth mother in years.

"We tried to stay in touch; we wrote letters. It wasn't till I got her last one she told me she was pregnant. I wrote her back but never heard back from her. After that, the letters stopped coming. I wasn't able to make it back to Detroit till after I left for college. I didn't have a car, and well, money was an issue. When I got there, I went to her family home, but they had moved. I went and met with some of our old friends, but they too had no idea where she went." He sighs and runs his hands through his hair at the same time Christian does. Oh, this is so bizarre. I look over at Taylor and I can by the look on his face that he agrees.

"I tried to keep looking for her, but I couldn't find her. I needed to get back to college. I didn't have the money at the time to keep looking. I even looked through public birth records but didn't find anything." He takes a deep breath. "So I put it in the back of my mind that maybe she wasn't pregnant or something had happened. That was until I saw you in New York. You looked so much like me, but I thought it was just a fluke. Then I was walking past a magazine stand and saw your picture with your wife on the cover. I got your name and started looking up information. When I saw your mother's name, I knew it had to be true. It took forever to get an appointment." He laughs.

I think Christian is at a loss for words. I can see the wheels turning in his head.

"So you just expect me to welcome you in my life? You know nothing about me. No idea what I went through when I was a child. I have my family. I don't need more."

He sighs. "I understand. I don't expect you to call me dad. I just needed to know if it was true. I've spent over 20 years wondering if you existed."

"Well, here I am. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do." Christian says as he shuts down.

The doors burst open and in runs Teddy with his paper airplane, zooming around the room. He runs up to Nathan "Daddy." He says to him. Then he looks over at Christian. "Daddy?" He looks between the two. He's quite confused. If it wasn't for the age difference they really could be twins.

"Two daddies?" He giggles. He quickly realizes Christian is the right one and runs over to him.

"Daddy. My plane is super cool. It has green wings, and it can go a bazillion miles per hours." He crawls onto Christian's lap and points to all the objects he drew on his plane.

Ros comes in shortly after. "Sorry, he was very excited about showing you both his plane. He ran out before I could stop him. You should put that boy on the track team." She giggles. She looks up at notices Nathan. "Whoa," is all she says.

Nathan stands up and buttons his suit jacket. "I suppose I better leave. If anything would you think about talking to me? I'll even do a DNA test. I don't want anything from you, other than a chance to be friends," He says dejectedly. "I'm very glad you're doing well." He says before he turns to leave.

I want to stop him from leaving, but it's not my place.

"Who was that?" Ros asks after Nathan has left the room.

"Not now Ros." He says sternly.

"Got it. I'm just going to go get some more work done." She turns to leave.

"Taylor, can you get the car?" Christian asks.

"Yes, sir." He turns and leaves.

"Christian?" I ask concerned.

"Not now Ana. Teddy why don't you get all your stuff so we can go home." He hops off his lap, making zooming noises for his plane. He grabs his bag from the corner and picks up his loose toys.

"I ready!" He tells us.

"Did you get everything that you left in Ros' office?" He shakes head. "Why don't you go collect your stuff and we will be right there. Just be quiet just in case she's on the phone."

"Yes, mommy." He turns and walks out.

Christian is gathering his stuff and putting it into his suitcase. I walk up to him and rub his arm.

"Just get your stuff Ana so we can go, please." I can tell he's past frustrated, and I go to get my stuff.

I gather my laptop, and Teddy comes out of Ros' office with a huge stack of papers. "Here mommy. I made all these for you and daddy." He smiles thrusting the papers into my hands. I look through them all.

"These are all wonderful Ted. How about when we get home we pick out your favorites to hang in mine and daddy's office."

"Okay. Daddy needs the happy face because he seems sad." He frowns. I do my best to kneel down to him.

"Daddy will be okay. He just got some big news he didn't understand. I bet if you give him a hug when he comes out he'll feel better." I tell him.

As soon as Christian comes out of the office, Teddy runs up to him and wraps his arms around his legs. "Don't be sad daddy; I loves you."

Christian picks up him up and cradles him to his side. "Thank you buddy. I love you, too." He smiles and kisses his cheek.

Sawyer walks into the office and grabs my stuff and Teddy's and we walk out to the car.

Christian told me we would talk after Teddy goes to bed. I agreed. So we took Teddy swimming in the indoor pool to help keep our minds off of it for now. Swimming is probably the only comfortable thing I can do right now. It's so relaxing.

"Look mommy. I can do a cannonball." He tells me standing at the edge of the pool. Teddy is a really good swimmer, but I see Christian standing closer just in case. Thank goodness, I have a heart attack every time he jumps in.

"Alright show me," I tell him.

He jumps high and bends his knees, landing himself into the pool. He goes under, I hold my breath, till he comes back up.

"Did you see that?"

"Yes, I did. Good job." He climbs on Christian's back "Horsey daddy."

"Nayyy," Christian says doing his best horse impersonation and carries him around the pool.

After hours of playing in the pool, we get cleaned up and settle in for dinner. Teddy is already tuckered out from all the swimming he's starting to fall asleep in his mashed potatoes.

CHRISTIAN:

"I'm going to get Teddy ready for bed," I tell Ana. "Why don't you go put your feet up and we can talk?"

"Goodnight Teddy Bear." He rubs his eyes sleepy

"Night mommy." He leans over and gives Ana a hug, and I carry him upstairs to change into his pj's.

My mind is all over the place right now. I can't even begin to figure out how I feel. He says he's my father. Do I even want that in my life? I mean I already have a dad. I have my family, do I need more?

I change Teddy, and as soon as I tuck him in, he's out like a light. I guess we don't need a story tonight. I kiss the top of his head and turn off his light.

I walk into the living room, and Ana is propped up on a bunch of pillows and her feet up on the couch. She has her hand rubbing circles on her belly. I pick up her feet and place them on my lap. "She bouncing around in there?" I ask.

"Yeah, she's going all crazy." She smiles at me. I place my hand on her stomach, and she's right, she's like a little Mexican bean. "So?"

I sigh I know what she's trying to ask. "I had Welch pull a full background check on him. I don't think it will link to Ella but…" I stop. "It's so crazy. I mean what are the chances."

"Well, you saw him. So I think there's a pretty good chance. Maybe it was meant to be. I mean I run into him in New York thinking he's you. Now months later, here he is. He seems like an honest guy."

My phone beeps in my pocket altering me of an e-mail. Sure enough, it's Welch with the background check.

"He works fast," I tell Ana. I think the FBI would be jealous of my IT team.

I scan through the report and like I figured nothing stands out. He was right when he said that he doesn't want anything from us. He has over 5 million in his bank account. He inherited his grandfather's cattle ranch when he turned 25, and well I guess business is booming. His dad was killed overseas when he was 20. His mom looks to live with him at the ranch. I guess that means I have a grandmother too.

"The guy has never been married, so at least I don't have to worry about any surprise siblings. Just as I figured, there's no direct link to Ella. However, it does say he lived in Detroit for a year. His father was a General in the Army, so they moved quite a bit. He said he checked birth records why wouldn't he find me that way?"

Ana starts looking around the room. She knows something.

"Tell me, Ana."

"You remember when you first told me about your birth mom and we'll all the shit you went through?" She looks guilty. I can only imagine what she did.

"Yes, Ana I do." I'm getting a little frustrated with her. She's been hiding something from me, probably for years. She rings her hands. "Damn it, Ana. Just say it."

"On your birth certificate, your mom isn't listed as Ella Johnson. The name is Sandra Johnson." She confesses. "Since Johnson is a pretty common last name, well it would make it hard especially since there is no father listed."

"How come you never told me?"

"It's not something you like to talk about Christian. It's not like your mother doesn't have it. If you wanted to know, you had access to it the whole time."

"So you asked my mother to see it?"

"No. I searched you back in Detroit after you told me. There were a bunch of newspaper articles, and her name was in them. I then traced it to you. I searched your birth record because I was curious. I then ran a background check on her. Ella was a nickname."

I can't believe she never told me any of this. I want to be pissed, but I'm having a hard time. I should have known after I told her she would do something like this.

"I wish you would have told me," I say.

"I'm sorry. There were a couple of times I tried, and you would just close up. I figured it was better to leave it alone." She starts to move her feet, and I grab them and hold them to me.

"What else do you know?" I ask.

"Do you want to know? The last time talked about this stuff you had a horrible nightmare and were shut off for days."

"Just tell me why he went back to her house to look for her and her parents weren't there anymore."

"They died in a car crash. Your m—Ella was already pregnant with you when it happened. They only rented the house and had no money to their name. Ella was 18, so she was left more likely to her own devices." It still amazes me how she stores all this information in her brain.

"So she might not have had a choice in how she ended up. No other family?" She shakes her head. "But if I get to know him wouldn't that mean I'm turning my back on my mom and dad. 'Hey, dad meet my dad' that's not something I want to deal with."

"Well, I think right now he just wants to get to know you. I mean he didn't get a chance either. Talk to him again and well if you find out you couldn't do it at least you tried."

"I'll think about it."

"Mom and Dad would understand you know that right?" She tries to reach over and grab my hand, but her belly keeps her from reaching. I can't help but laugh at her.

"Are you laughing at my struggles?" I see a half smile on her lips as she throws daggers me.

"I would never. Do you think you would be like a turtle if you got stuck on your back?"

"Christian!" She wines.

"Baby, why don't we get some sleep? It's been a long day." I place her feet on the floor and give her my hand so she can stand up.

"Just to sleep?"

"Well, there will be more than just sleeping. I need to take my mind off things." I wink at her.

X-X-X-X-X-X-X

"Come here you little shit." I'm dragged from the closet by the bad man. I close my eyes tightly, so I don't have to look at him.

"You lost me my money today. I told you to stay lost." He smacks me across the face and then throws me to the floor. I hit my head. It hurts.

He lights a cigarette. I look over and see mommy asleep on the couch.

"Mommy," I call out, but she can't hear me. "Momm—"There's a kick to my stomach.

"Shut up you little shit." He pulls up my shirt and brings the cigarette to my chest.

I shoot up in bed. Holy fuck. I haven't had one of those dreams in years. I'm drenched in sweat.

"Christian?" Ana mumbles beside me. "What's wrong?" She sits up and runs her hand through my hair. "Babe, you're soaked."

"It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." I snap.

"Ok. I'm here if you need me." She kisses my cheek and goes to lay back down. I can feel her staring at me.

"I'm just going to get a drink; I'll be right back." I throw the covers off of me. I first head to the bathroom and clean off and pee. Then I head to the kitchen for a drink.

I've gone years without having those dreams. Now with Nathan, the conversation of my birth mom, they're back and haunting me. Memories I don't want to think about. I can't let Nathan into my life. I can't bring back these old wounds that I have, or I thought have healed.

I walk past the great room, and I see the piano. I remember when I was a kid, how I would get up and just play for hours after one of these nightmares. The last time I played at night was when Ana had a fight about having more kids. It always helps calm me.

I put my glass of water down on the lid and start to play. My fingers hit the keys, and I start to play Transcription by Bach. I'm starting to play it for the second time when I see my wife waddle over to me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and sits down next to me, while I keep playing.

I finish playing and lean over and kiss the top of her head. "I thought I told you to go back to sleep?" I smirk at her.

"I couldn't sleep. When you didn't come back, I got worried. Then I heard you playing."

"I don't know if I can do this thing with Nathan," I confess to her. "It's bringing all these memories to the front that I don't want to remember."

"I understand." She wraps her arms around my waist and kisses my chest.

"Do that again," I tell her. She kisses my chest again and goes over each of my burn marks. There's something so calming and relaxing about it. She's one of the many reasons I feel so whole. "Let's get back to bed. I know sitting on this bench can't feel that great."

"Will you let me take care of you?" She smiles, brushing her hand through my hair.

"How about we go take care of each other?" I put my arms under her armpits and pick her up. I pull her tight to me and kiss her deep and hard. The haunting of my dreams leaves my mind as I take my wife to the bedroom, where we make love till the early morning.

2 days later…

Ana:

I am walking across the street with Sawyer to the deli for lunch. I needed to get up and walk around. I was starting to get antsy and stressed out from all the sitting I was doing. I needed a bit of fresh air I'm hoping it will help relax me. Also, I've been having some back pain.

Christian and I stayed home yesterday. Neither one of us got much sleep. We spent the day with Teddy watching all his favorite movies and let him go swimming again. I think he's turning into a fish.

Christian and I haven't talked any more about Nathan Riley. The nightmare shook him to his core. He's had a few nightmares since I've met him, but nothing like this. He refuses to tell me what it's about. He doesn't want my never forgetting mind clouded with it.

I'm standing in line when I hear a familiar Texas drawl calling my name.

"Mrs. Grey." I turn around and greet the man who could be my husband's birth father.

"Hi." Sawyer steps closer to me, but I shoo him away.

"I was over at the coffee shop when I saw you walk over. I was just hoping we could talk."

"Yeah sure." I walk over to one the tables and sit down.

"Thank you. I know that this whole thing seems like a mess. I know Christian is probably confused, mad, and conflicted. I just really want to get to know him. I never had any other children. It wasn't something I ever really thought I wanted. Plus, after a few failed relationships. I kind of gave up on love. When my grandfather died he left me his farm. That was a 24-hour job. You see I don't need money. If that's why you think I'm here. I have my own." I nod. "I just feel robbed of the chance to get to know my son. I know everything happens for a reason, and I'm thankful he was adopted by a great family." He shakes his head. His eyes are filled with sadness and torment.

"I just wanted to ask If there would be any chance that I might get to know him."

Is it hot in here? I shake my head to ward off this dizzy feeling I'm having.

"You're right he is confused right now. It's brought up a lot of old memories he could only wish to forget. I know that you don't have a part in that, but I think he might feel if he brings you in that it would keep them alive. He also feels like he would be betraying Grace and Carrick." I tell him. Wow. What's wrong with me? I don't feel too good.

"I understand. I'm sorry for bothering you." He goes to stand up, and I do the same.

"It's no problem. We have your information if things change. I think he might just need more time. He's got a lot on his plate with work and the new baby." Is the room spinning?

"Oh, I bet. What are you two having?" His voice sounds disoriented.

"A girl…" I slur out.

"Mrs. Grey? Are you ok?" I hear someone ask.

My eyes feel like everything is darkening around me, I feel an arm on my shoulder, and then everything goes black.

Did I leave you at a cliffhanger? My bad…. :)