A:N/ Short update! I hated to leave you guys hanging. I have a pretty busy week this week, so I'm doing what I can. I hope you guys enjoy!~Whit

Muffled voices fill my ears.

"Her vitals are better, Mr. Grey, but we must run a few more tests. Her blood pressure was highly abnormal." I recognize this voice. It's Dr. Bartley.

"Is the baby okay?" Christian's agonized voice sparks a pain in me and I try to open my eyes, but they just won't open. Damn it!

"Yes. The baby is doing well." Dr. Bartley confidently reassures him and I attempt to smile, but nothing responds. This brings back the memory of when I was in the hospital after… oh no, Ana. Don't think about it.

"Thank you, Dr. Bartley." Christian's voice begins to fade back into the darkness and soon, I'm pulled in with it.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Ana, honey, if you can hear me, I love you." Christian's squeezes my hand, but I can't see him. Do I still have a blindfold on? No. I'm at the hospital. Christian begins to whimper and I attempt again to awake and this time, it works. My eyelids flutter open and I see him sitting in the chair next to me with his head in his hands, shaking his head slightly. He looks heart stoppingly beautiful, but so upset. My heart hurts to see him like this.

"I love you, Christian." I murmur and barely make out a smile to him. He snaps his head up, greeting me with sad eyes.

"Ana?!" He perks up and grabs my hand, squeezing it.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I look around at the room around me and realize that I am in a hospital gown. Weird. Last time I was awake I was tied to a bed with a blindfold over my eyes.

"It's you, Ana. You fainted." Christian looks sorrowful. "It's all my fault, Ana. I'm so so sorry baby." He takes my hand, running it up and down his cheek before kissing it a few times. I furrow my brow in confusion.

"We were… we were in the playroom and it must've been too much. I'm sorry." I fight the urge to giggle.

"Christian… that was mind blowing. I don't think that was the reason I am here." He looks at me, regarding me for a few minutes before sighing.

"I got carried away. I should've been easier."

"Christian, I'm fine." I try to reassure him, but he's not having it.

"Look where you are! You're not okay!" He stands and begins pacing the room, running his hands through his hair. I sigh, watching my beautiful husband in such distress over our Phoebe and I.

"Christian-" I start, but Dr. Bartley rushes into my room.

"Hello, Mrs. Grey. Welcome back." Her smile is so kind and I'm so thankful that I am in her care. She's phenomenal. She begins with checking my blood pressure, carefully placing the cuff around my arm. Once it is finished, Dr. Bartley looks at the reader with a furrowed brow, then up at me.

"Mrs. Grey, can you tell me some of your symptoms in your pregnancy?" My mind begins to reel.

"Swollen feet, sometimes dizziness… that's all though."

"Your blood pressure is uncharacteristically high. I think you might have what we call preeclampsia." I furrow my brows in confusion and glance over to Christian who is gaping at her.

"We've caught it early, so you should be okay. We will need to monitor Miss Phoebe very closely." I relax a little and Christian finally closes his mouth, but his jaw is tense.

"What medicines will I take?" I ask, curiously, and Dr. Bartley sighs and turns her attention to her chart.

"Unfortunately, Mrs. Grey, there is no cure. The only known cure is to deliver the child."

"She can't!" Christian's voice booms, causing me to jump a little.

"We know, Mr. Grey. We will just have to monitor Phoebe closely." Dr. Bartley nods at Christian and he nods back, politely, and Dr. Bartley exits the room, scribbling on her chart. I look to Christian who has continued his pacing.

"It's fine, Christian. Phoebe and I are both okay. We'll go home soon, see our little Teddy, and go to New York this weekend." I ramble on, but Christian is already shaking his head.

"No, Ana. Bed rest only for you." He commands and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Christian, I'm seven months pregnant. Phoebe won't be here for another two months. You're being ridiculous."

"I've told you before, Anastasia. I do not take chances where you are concerned." He says with chilling finality. I sink back into the bed and roll over, opposite of him. Phoebe has started her kickboxing session inside my tummy. I giggle and place my hand over her.

"What is it?" Christian's voice softens as he walks over to the other side of the bed.

"Phoebe!" Christian splays his hand over my belly, feeling Phoebe move.

"I just love her so much already." Christian whispers, watching Phoebe in wander. He bends to kiss her.

"She already has daddy wrapped around her finger." I giggle and Christian looks up to me, smiling.

"Of course. You Grey women have that effect on me." I grin at him and run my hand through his unruly copper locks. Speaking of Grey women… CRAP! Kate! I sit up quickly.

"What, Ana?" Christian's alarm bells are ringing and I stare into wide gray eyes.

"Kate! She asked for advice the other day, but I never texted or called." I place my head in my hands and rub my face.

"I'm such a terrible friend." Kate is probably so angry with me.

"No, baby. She knows you're here. She was watching Teddy with my mom a few hours ago. Everything is fine." Christian soothes me and I sink back into the warmth of the bed.

"Do you want to see Ted? Mom offered to bring him by."

"Yes! I'd love to." I miss Teddy more than I thought I would. I miss his little squeals and huge blue eyes.

"I'll let her know." Christian grins at me and I mirror his reflection. Suddenly, I yearn to be in his arms. I scoot the cover over and pat my bedside. Christian cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Remember last time we did that? Nurse Nora didn't approve." Christian chuckles as do I. Christian kicks off his shoes and sits on the side of my bed.

"Will you hold me?" I plead to him and his eyes twinkle. Soon, Christian sinks under the cover with me and I'm wrapped in his strong arms. My favorite place to be. He peppers kisses on my head and forehead, causing butterflies to awaken in my belly.

"This doesn't mean our New York trip is off does it?" I cross my fingers, hoping that we can still go, but I know Christian's answer.

"No. I will not take you over to New York in this state." Christian scolds me like I am a petulant teenager. I begin to pout.

"Hey, no pouting." Christian's thumb pulls under my lip, causing my pout to disappear. We both chuckle and I cuddle in closer to his chest.

"Let's get some rest before Teddy arrives. We won't be getting any sleep then." Christian states, sinking into the pillows with me. I nod and lay my head on his chest.

"Sleep, Mrs. Grey." Christian picks up my hand that's resting on his chest and kisses my wedding rings. I snuggle into Christian's chest and drift off into a dream filled with a family of four on a trip to New York City.

OOOOOOOOO

Little giggles and squeals fill my ears and my eyelids begin fluttering. A bright, blue-eyed boy with copper locks fills my vision. I begin to beam. My Teddy bear.

"Mommy!" Ted shrieks and wraps his arms around my neck. I lift him onto the bed and place him between me and a now-awake Christian.

"Daddy!" Teddy giggles and wraps his arms around Christian. We beam at each other as Ted squeezes in between us.

"PhePhe." Ted's hand splays out over my belly just like Christian's. He begins to rub my belly, showing so much love for his little sister.

"That is so sweet of you, Teddy." Grace's voice startles me. I turn to see her watching us from the foot of my bed. She kindly smiles at us and I smile back.

"Dr. Bartley said that you can go home, Ana. She wants you to come back in a few days for a check-up with Phoebe.

"Sounds wonderful. Thank you, Grace. For telling me and for bringing Teddy." I ruffle Ted's locks and Christian hands him his blackberry. I giggle at the sight of my two wonderful boys.

"Well, ready to go, Mr. Grey?" I ask Christian, who smiles in return.

"Sounds yar, Mrs. Grey." I grin at Christian and lift Teddy up and off the bed. Christian comes over to help me out of the bed. We head into the bathroom to change into some of my clothes that I speculate Taylor has brought. Once I am dressed, Teddy, Christian, and I walk out of the hospital hand in hand.