you might hate me for getting Ana pregnant, and maybe you will hate me even more because she won't be pregnant for long, but I hope you will still read the story and hopefully even like it in the end :))

The next chapter is going to explain everything from Christian's view ;)

Thank icalyn for editing! :)

"Ana, you fainted!" Ray said as Ana opened her eyes.

"Oh, God...I am home. What did my boss say?" She realized she was not where she had last been – at her workplace. It had been two hard months since she lost all contact with the Grey's. With Christian. She wished he would appear at her door one day and ask if maybe she wanted to try and date him, that maybe it wasn't over. But it was. That much was clear now.

"Don't worry about your boss! You need to see a doctor. We are driving to the hospital," Ray said and stood up, giving Ana her jacket.

"Dad, I need to return to work. I can't lose my job," Ana protests but her dad's face says she is going to the hospital with him.

"He said you were free for today, so now let's go. Can you walk?" Of course Ana could, she was okay and she knew it.

They drove to the hospital and she told Ray to wait while she went in to meet her doctor.

"I'm sorry... I just don't feel very well. I guess I will need more hot teas," Kristin, the doctor says. The last time Ana had seen her was like two years ago. But now she was here again.

"It is okay, get well soon," Ana laughed, hoping they would stop the chit chat soon and get to her health. She wanted to get out; she wanted to go home, or go to work. Even though she was just a waitress, she didn't want to lose her job.

"So, you fainted today? I don't see anything wrong with you, but I think only blood tests would tell us what's wrong. It could be low level of iron or something very easy to cure."

"Thank you. When can I do the blood test?" Ana gave the doctor a polite smile, and followed her to another room where her blood was taken.

"Come back on Friday, let's say, twelve o'clock. Until then – eat well and if it happens again, come here right away."

Ana listened to her doctor's instructions, leaving when she was finished. She hoped she was okay – she had to be. She was completely fine, she felt a bit tired but that was it. Maybe she needed to eat more meat and everything would be okay.

The doctor's visit calmed Ray down. Until Friday, of course. When she was getting ready to go to the hospital he was stressed that maybe something could be wrong with her, but Ana had a strong feeling she was okay. That's why she persuaded her father not to come with her this time but wait for her at home, and perhaps cook her something to celebrate her being okay.

She arrived at the hospital and went to the reception, asking if she could go in.

"Yes, but I need to warn you that Dr. Scott is ill, but her patients are being covered by a wonderful doctor; one of the best," the nurse gave her a smile, and Ana nodded in understanding. Who was she to argue when she wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as possible? Of course not, it didn't matter who told her about the test results.

Anastasia opened the door, and the office was empty.

"Sit down, I'll be just a second!" She heard a voice and sat down. She had heard this voice, she knew that voice…just where...

And then it was clear when the lady walked to the table. "Anastasia," she said, still standing and looking at her.

"I am sorry, Dr. Grey, I guess I will go," Ana stood up, about to leave but Grace stopped her.

"I promised to cover my friend, and I don't care who her patients are. So you have a blood test ready, have you been feeling ill?" Grace asked as if nothing had happened. And it hurt her more. So much had happened two months ago. Ana expected Grace to be angry, to yell at her, to tell her to leave. Not this.

"I really can go and wait until Kristin gets back," Ana wanted to leave again, but Grace was already taking her blood test results in her hand.

"Listen, you are my patient for today, and I am your doctor. Trust me, I don't want this to be long so let's quickly discuss the blood test," Grace said sharply and opened the envelope.

"Okay," Ana said as Grace read through the results.

"Is anything wrong with me?" Ana asked as she noticed Grace's face change as she read the results. "Please, tell me," Ana said once again. She was afraid this time. Maybe something was really wrong with her?

"Have you had any sexual relationships the past months?"

"What?" Ana asked, looking at the paper in Grace's hand, willing to know what's there.

"Have you had any sexual relationships the past months?" Grace repeats the question. "Be completely honest."

"I think you know that I had," Ana says, looking anywhere but at Grace. She can't bear to look in the woman's eyes; she still feels so guilty.

"No one else?"

"No," Ana shakes her head.

"Oh God..." Grace sighs and the paper falls out of her hands. She places her hand over her heart and suddenly Ana is not aware of who is the doctor and who is the ill one.

"Grace!" Ana says and stands up, walking to her side and kneeling down, finally looking into her eyes. "You need water," Ana says and stands up, quickly getting a glass of water for Grace. What was so shocking that was written there?

"Thank you," she said as she drank the water.

"Grace, please tell me what's there. Do I have something... some kind of a disease?" Ana asked, and Grace finally started speaking as she swallowed the last sip of the water.

"You are pregnant."

Ana's face fell. She ran her hands through her hair; she didn't know what to do. Tears started to form in her eyes.

"Oh God, how?" She had taken the emergency pill, how could she end up pregnant?

"When will you tell Christian?"

"I can't, I am not ready. Maybe he ..."

"Maybe he what? Maybe you won't tell him?" Grace asked, raising her voice. "I had never imagined getting to know of my grandchildren this way. But since it is the way it is, you still need to tell him. It is his right to know about it!"

"Look, I'm sorry, I just found out myself. I will try," Anastasia says, letting her tears fall down her cheeks.

"Stop crying and act like a mature woman. If you don't tell Christian by the end of this week, I will."