Sorry for no updates! I've been very busy recently and I still am! But for this story you are going to have a few more updates in the next days ;) Hope to get inspiration for other stories too ! :)

Edited by icalyn . :))

"What are you doing?" Anastasia asks after waking up from her nap and seeing Christian packing her things.

"We are leaving."

"What are you talking about, Christian? Put my stuff down." Anastasia stands up and makes her way to Christian, who ignores her and continues packing.

"You are going to live with me," he says as if it was nothing special, but it actually is for him. He acts like the strong one, like he knows what he is doing. But right now, he doesn't know anything. His mother had showed him Ana's room and they both agreed that it would be best if he started taking care of her as if she was his responsibility. But the truth was, and he didn't want to admit it, but he was happy he had a chance to see her now, to be with her. He didn't know under what terms but they had to be together. And he could just hope that not only for the child they would be together.

"Christian, stop please." Even though Ana was angry and scared, she felt much safer now that Christian was here. Here for her. Her love was finally here. And he said they would live together, so she could hope he would like her and start loving her just as she loves him. He could wrap his arms around her as they fell asleep together, he would make sure she and their child is okay.

"Anastasia, no discussing, we are moving in together. I packed all your stuff, now please let's get to my car," he commanded, taking her bags.

"Christian…" she said, with tears running down her cheeks. Tears from happiness, maybe everything was going to be alright. She wrapped her arms around Christian in a hug; her emotions and hormones forced her to do that.

"Stop crying, everything's going to be alright," Christian said, uncomfortable with their position, but he knew she needed it. She was the first woman he didn't want to hurt. Even after this revelation, there was something about her that was special.

He took Ana's stuff and very soon they left the house and drove to Christian's apartment. As they stepped inside, Ana wanted to think they would live together, they would be together, but then Christian led her to a room that definitely was not his bedroom. But regardless of what had she hoped for, she had to be thankful he gave her a safe house; he wanted to provide for her and the child.

"This is going to be your room. I will introduce you to Gail, my housekeeper, and if you have anything you would like to know, just ask her. The room is yours, just as the other rooms in this apartment that I will show you later. Now I need to work for a while," Christian just simply said and left Ana alone in her new room.

She watched as he left the room and tears started falling down her cheeks, but this time not they were not happy ones. Stupid her – she had thought they would be an actual couple. After staring at the room for a few minutes, she sat down on the bed and stopped crying. She should be happy he cared for her enough to do this. He had never said he would like them to be together. He had never said anything like this: in fact, he had said they only had had sex, nothing else.

She knew she could cry but she knew she should not stress herself since it was not good for the baby. She had to do what is best for the little child growing inside of her. So she unpacked her things, there were not many but Grace had brought her a few outfits.

Grace had helped her so much. They had talked and she had explained to Ana the reason why she hated her so much at first – she just loved her children so much. But then Ana told her what had happened, that she just couldn't help falling in love with Christian; it had just happened. And so they became friends. Grace had learned so much about her, and even liked her. Liked her very much actually. She had wanted her to tell Christian about the child, but Ana wanted to wait a little more time, and this would have been about the time she was going to tell him but he had managed to find her first.

Ana placed her clothes in the closet and she put her toiletries in the bathroom. This was even more comfortable than in the country house. As Ana had finished with her stuff (including placing her dad, mom and her unborn child's pictures on her nightstand), she heard a knock on her door. She quickly made sure she looked okay; she didn't want to look bad in his eyes from now on. Deep inside she knew she wanted him to love her.

But it was not Christian on the door.

"Hi, I am Gail, Christian's housekeeper, Miss Steele." The woman had said as Ana opened the door.

"Oh, Christian told me about you," Ana sighed.

"He said I could give you a quick tour around the apartment. Mr. Grey has left for the office and he doesn't know when he will get home."

"Oh, okay then." Ana stood up and followed the lady around the apartment. Of course, it was luxurious and perfect, just as she remembered it from that one time she had been here. But then she hadn't seen much, only Christian's bedroom. This time his bedroom is excluded from the tour.

"Thanks, I know where everything is now." Ana gave Gail a smile as they returned to the kitchen after walking around the whole apartment. There were a few rooms they didn't go in, but Ana didn't think she would need them anyway.

"Mr. Grey told me to make sure you eat properly."

"Oh, then you know…" Ana said, placing her hand on her belly.

"Yes, Miss Steele, I am aware. What you would like for lunch?"

Ana couldn't just say what she wanted, so Gail finally made her choose between a few meal options and she chose pasta with meatballs. They ate and Ana finally made Gail call her Ana not Miss Steele. Ana then went for an afternoon nap, and in the evening she decided on watching a movie since Christian was not back yet. She wondered why would he still be at work, but who was she to control him? She had said goodnight to Gail and eaten her late dinner – mixed fruit with yogurt – and now she was ready to go to sleep. But she couldn't. So she took a book from the library and went back to her room to read it. She hoped that would be enough to distract her thoughts and allow her to sleep.