okay, meet Christian the next chapter! Of course Grace couldn't tell him, but she could try to push Ana to tell him ;)

Hope you still like the story even for the major drama ! :)

Of course, edited by icalyn!

No one knew besides Grace. Ana wanted to tell Ray; she wanted to ask her mom for advice. But she couldn't. She just couldn't do it. She still couldn't believe the fact that inside her was a growing life, a child. She placed her palm on her stomach that has just started to round, her child's home. Her and Christian's child's home. She knew Grace would have already told him since it was Monday now. Soon it would be Tuesday; soon it would be a new day. But there was no sign of Christian. Of course he didn't care, why would he? He hadn't called her or paid her any attention the past two months. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't. Because now, when she was aware of the fact that she was having his child, she loved him even more.

She fell asleep dreaming about him, which she had been doing lately. She managed to sleep well the whole night, only being woken up by the urge to run to the bathroom.

She emptied her guts in the toilet, accidentally dirtying her hair. Tears sprung in her eyes, she had heard that men usually held their wives' hair when they were throwing up because of the morning sickness. What did Ana have? She had smelly and dirty hair and cried out eyes.

She took a shower and washed her hair; she had to get ready for work. She had to leave in half an hour, actually. She dried herself and put on jeans and a tee shirt. She made herself some breakfast and left after having a cup of tea. She didn't even bother waking Ray up, she knew he had had a late night celebrating his friend's birthday. She just walked to the cafe she was working at, and in fifteen minutes she was there, ready to change and work.

The first few hours were as usual – serving the drinks and meals to the customers. She knew many of them, and they knew her. They talked, and they were the only ones that made her smile. But then she got told to serve table no. 5. And there was someone she hadn't expected to see.

"This is the menu. Would you like to order drinks right now?" she asked as if she didn't know her. She had to; she didn't want to face any of the Grey's now.

"Why haven't you told him?" Grace asked, not even caring to look at the menu.

"I couldn't..." Ana admits." How did he react?" she asked, wanting to know why he has really continued to ignore her.

"React to what?"

"To the fact that I am pregnant. Didn't you tell him?"

"Do you think I am stupid, Anastasia?" Grace started to raise her voice." We both know I can't tell Christian. It is illegal. Maybe that's what you expected me to do, so you can sue me." Grace explains, leaving Anastasia with a shocked expression. She had thought Christian knew. Maybe it was not over? Maybe when he finds out he would be happy?

"Grace, I didn't kno-"

"It is Dr. Grey to you. I will make you tell him. Even if I have to hurt you, even if it is cruel, it is for the best." Grace said and she threw the bottle of ketchup on the ground, the bottle smashing into pieces. "What did you just do? I need to speak to your boss, right now." Grace yelled, making everyone look at her and Anastasia.

"Grace, I mean Dr. Grey, please stop." Ana begged but then she saw her boss walking towards them.

"What is happening here?" he asks, looking at the women.

"I have a complaint about this waitress. She is totally unprofessional!"

"I am very sorry to hear that. I will make sure Anastasia is dealt with accordingly."

"Do you know who my son is? I want her to get fired! Or my son, Christian Grey will buy this place and fire her himself."

"I get it." Ana said and took off her apron, walking to the kitchen to collect her stuff. Grace's words hurt so much; Christian would fire her. She was expecting his kid, how could Grace do that to her?

An hour later Anastasia is holding her last paycheck from the café. She is walking home, but stops in the park. She sits down at the children's playground and places her hands on her belly. She looks at the kids running into their parent's arms, the happy dads and moms, and their kids. Tears formed in Anastasia's eyes, and then she saw that face again. She stood up as soon as she recognized Grace's face. She started to walk away; she couldn't face her again.

"Anastasia!" Ana keeps walking, she can't do it. She can't let Grace hurt her again. "Anastasia, please stop. I am sorry."

She couldn't believe what she just heard. Sorry? She looked at the woman and stopped walking.

"Please, let's sit down, I really regret what I did earlier." Anastasia followed Grace to a bench and they both sat down.

"I really need to search for a new job now, so please say what you need to say."

"I am sorry. I just now realized what a horrible grandmother I am. I put you through so much stress; I was really stupid. I just want you to tell Christian. I know he deserves to know." Grace explains, and Anastasia starts crying once again. She can't hold the emotions in herself.

"I can't. He doesn't care about me; I don't want him to see me just because of the baby. I am not ready."

"But you can't continue living like this! Look at you, Christian could provide you a real home and everything else you need."

"Well, I was working to save money for my own apartment." Anastasia said, wiping her tears away.

"I am so sorry, let me make up for that. I know a wonderful place where you could live until you decide to tell Christian."

Ana shook her head, she couldn't take anything from her; she didn't want to do it.

"Please, Anastasia. Think about the fact that there is a child growing inside you and the place I am offering is the best place to live. It is our family house at the seaside. It has not been used for years, but it is still in a good condition. You fainted last week, you've been dealing with stress; you need to calm down and relax." Ana knew she had to think about the baby, and that made Grace right. The best option would be to accept Grace's proposal, but how could she?

"I can't; I need to work, I need to support the baby."

"Anastasia, I am begging you!" Grace finally looked with some respect at Ana. "Please, please, move into the house and just relax. I promise you it will be all right; I will make sure you have anything you need or want. Please think about the child." The look in Grace's eyes was soft and needy. Anastasia couldn't believe it, but she wanted to. She needed to. She knew she had stayed too long at Ray's house, and she had been facing some stress lately – she needed some relaxation.

"I agree. But please don't tell Christian until I am ready. Please." Ana begged, and Grace nodded. That's what they were going to do, hide.