I want to apologize for not updating anything - I am just so, so busy I don't even have time to update what I already have written. But I hope I will update again because this is very short! :)

Edited by icalyn .

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Christian tried to make himself comfortable on the couch in his office. He still hadn't left the GEH building, he just couldn't. He couldn't be in the same house as Anastasia and not kiss her. And not cross all his lines when it came to his relationship with women.

His phone rang and it was his mother who was calling.

"Mom, it is late," Christian said, yawning.

"I know, but I wanted to know how is Ana? Is she okay with the new living arrangements?" How could he answer this? He didn't know since he wasn't there.

"I'm not sure how Ana is feeling about this."

"Oh, then give to phone to her."

"I can't," Christian said, standing up and walking to the window. He could see the Escala building from here, the place where he wanted to go the most right now, but couldn't.

"Why, Christian? Ana's at home, isn't she?"

"I am not at home."

"Why not?" Grace asked.

"I can't, Mom."

"This has something to do with Anastasia." It wasn't a question: it was a statement. The truth.

"Yes."

"Christian, she…she loves you. And you have feelings for her, too. I can feel it. I saw you interact with her today, admit it. It is all wrong and I don't know how we are going to tell the rest of the family. I am especially afraid of what your brother is going to say, but now, if you want to be with her, you need to be with her. She needs you, and you need her. I have seen you these past few months, Christian. I have never seen you like this. Lost in work, and clearly unhappy."

Everything Grace said was true. Anastasia was like a disease he could only cure by being with her. After that one time with her, he hadn't had sex with any other woman. He just couldn't. He only dreamed of her, no submissive could replace that one time he had sex with Anastasia. The sexual tension between them, the passionate kisses…no one else could compare.

"I don't know what to do, Mom."

"Start all over. Ask her out, compliment her – trust me, she needs it now. Show her how much you adore her. Don't rush anything, but remember – you don't have too much time."

When everything already was so unplanned and strange, maybe all he could do was continue. And maybe it really was the right thing to do. He went back home, directly to Anastasia's room. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He decided to open the door since the lights were on. There she was – lying on the bed, one hand on her stomach, the other one holding a book that was on her chest. She was asleep. He walked over to her and took the book out of her hand, placing it on the nightstand where he saw the photos. He took the sonogram picture and stared at it. He was going to be a father, how will he be able to do it without messing it up? But then he looked at Anastasia and smiled. Maybe it was meant to happen. Maybe this was the only way to bring them together. He turned out the lights as he left the room after kissing her forehead.