Another shortie, but hope you like it! As for Ana's backbone - there will be a breakpoint, from where she is going to change .

Edited by icalyn ! :)

Christian didn't want to wake up. But he had to. He had to wake up and do what he needed to do. The past three months had been horrible. He could still remember every little detail that happened three months ago. He remembered how Anastasia had felt, how her lips had felt, how being inside her had felt.

How much he wanted it to happen again. But then again – he could remember what happened after. He could still remember the huge argument between him, Elliot, Grace, Carrick and even Mia. Everyone had been against him. He and Elliot weren't talking for a whole month until at a family dinner they had agreed on something.

"I am tired of you two!" Carrick yelled as they again didn't speak with each other.

"Please understand that no woman is worth this." Grace continued, staring at her sons. "Anastasia was just a – "

"Can we not talk about her?" Elliot asked, staring at Christian. "I don't want to hear anything about her."

"What if we all tried to forget her?" Mia suggested. "Elliot, we know that having a broken heart is sad, and we don't support Christian; he was a total ass to you and to that girl, who is not better, of course. But you two are brothers, we are a family, and mom is are right – no girl is worth that."

They listened to her words and knew that they would have to make up sometime anyway. And Christian knew he had to be the one who insists on it.

"Elliot, I really am sorry for what happened between us. It was not planned and I really wish I could undo it, but I can't."

Christian lied. He would like to do it again, and again, and then one more time. But he couldn't. Because he and Anastasia can never ever be together. In any way. Not as a short fling, as his usual Dom/Sub relationship, nothing. Because his family is more important to him than she is.

"Try to look at any of my women ever again and you are dead," Elliot said, giving him a smile.

And since then Christian had managed to have a normal relationship with his brother, and that was what was important. His family.

And today he needed to take care of his mom. He had noticed Grace was strange lately, as if she was hiding something, and he needed to know what was she hiding. He tracked her phone and car and got to know that she has been visiting their old country house every Saturday morning, and he needed to know why.

Christian took a shower and changed into jeans and a sweater. Today he wouldn't interrupt Taylor; he would stalk his mother on his own. He knew she usually left her house at eleven, so he did the same to arrive at the destination right after her. So many thoughts were racing through his mind – what was his mother hiding?

And none of them were the reality that he saw as he entered the house and saw the woman he had been thinking about the past months laying on the couch, and his mother sitting next to her, her arms on Anastasia's belly. Her belly that was now a bit bigger as if she was…he had that thought as he saw her breasts through the tank top, no, she couldn't be. Who was the father then?

"Christian," Grace immediately stood up, and Anastasia rolled her top back down, trying to hide what was clear.

"What is going on?" he asked, looking at Anastasia and at Grace. He needed an explanation, and it had to be a good one.

"Ana, you need to tell him." Grace said and walked outside, leaving them alone.

"Tell me what?" Christian asked, staring in Anastasia's eyes. He thought he would never see her again; he needed to forget her. For the first time in his life, he needed to forget a woman and move on. But he knew he never would be able to do it after what she said next.

"I am pregnant."