A:N/ I don't know how many of you guys actually read this, but I want to apologize profusely! I have been busy, but I've not forgot about you guys! I've been writing this over a span of 3 days. Some days I'm a better writer than others. So, this chapter is kind of a filler with some drama. I honestly have no idea what direction I'm taking this story in, just making it up as I go. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear and will consider. Happy reading! ~Whit

After a short drive, we pull up to the big house. Taylor punches in our access code and the black iron gates open. Taylor parks the Audi SUV and I clamber out of the car, Christian being all too attentive. I roll my eyes at him.

"Christian, I'm not made of glass." I huff under my breath, crossing my arms as I make my way to Teddy on the other side of the car.

"My palm is twitching, Mrs. Grey." Christian mumbles seductively under his breath. My expression softens as I suppress a giggle. After unbuckling Ted, I lift him and start to carry him in the house, until Christian is back at my side, lifting Teddy right out of my arms.

"Hey!" I exclaim, crossing my arms again.

"No lifting anything heavy." Christian explains, giving me a stern look.

"Really? Then maybe you shouldn't be on top of me then." I raise my chin at him and his eyes widen. He gives me a pointed look and puts his finger to his lip, signaling me to be quiet. Oh no- I totally forgot about Teddy. I exhale and follow Christian into the house, noticing that Ted looks completely oblivious to what just happened.

We reach the doorstep and I notice a large, red, heart-shaped balloon attached to a brown parcel sitting on the front step. The balloon is softly swaying in the wind and I can read the shiny silver letters that say, "Get well". Christian turns and gives me a puzzled look. I give him a little shrug and pick up the parcel, carrying it in with me.

I set the parcel and balloon on the table and Christian sets Teddy on the floor, letting him run wild.

"Who is that from?" I shrug at him and flip over the parcel, looking for any hint.

"It doesn't say." I rip the package open and find a small red box. Opening the box, I find a single dark red rose. It's beautiful and the aroma fills the room almost immediately. I furrow my brow and Christian's reaction mirrors mine. He reaches into the box, pulling out a lace, see-through, peach-colored babydoll lingerie dress. His eyes widen in shock and he snaps his head to me.

"What is this?" He asks, shock evident in his voice.

"I have no idea, Christian. I didn't order that."

"Me either." My eyes scan the dress and I realize it is definitely not my size. I scrunch my nose and shake my head.

"Maybe it's just a joke." I reach for the box to throw it away, but there is still something inside it. I reach in and pull out a picture. What the? It's a picture of me! I scan over it as my hand flies to my gaping mouth. It's me. On the yacht, standing over the rail with my hair blowing. Christian cocks his head to one side, watching my reaction.

"Christian…" I squeak. I turn the picture over and hold it out to let him see it, but something on the back catches my eye. There's even a note?

"Christian, there's a note."

"Read it." Christian's tone is stern and his eyes are ablaze. I can sense his anger. I clear my voice, hoping I can get the words out pass this lump in my throat.

"My dearest Ana…" I start and Christian's jaw tenses and he clenches his fist. I swallow, and he wills me to continue.

"Please, wear this for me. Love, your anonymous." I'm barely able to get the words out before Christian storms out of the kitchen, throwing the lingerie onto the table. Teddy isn't so oblivious anymore and he's been watching us. I close my eyes, sighing.

"Hey, Ted! What do you say we read a few books?" I suggest to my boy and he nods, reaching up for me. I pick him up, not worried about Christian's orders, and carry him into the oversize library that I could get lost in for hours.

After at least ten different Dr. Seuss books and at least the fifth time through of "Don't Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus", Teddy is out for his nap. I carry him up to him room, laying him softly into his bed. I tip-toe out, closing his door behind me. I wonder idly where Christian is, so I began my search. I walk into our bedroom, not finding him there. I check the bathroom, but there isn't any sign of Christian. I head downstairs to check his study.

As I turn the corner, I hear Christian's booming voice, yelling at some innocent soul on the other side of the phone.

"Her safety is my first priority." I hear him shout, causing me to shudder. I peek around the corner, watching him look out at the Sound through the floor to ceiling windows.

"Figure it out, Welch. I want him gone." Christian huffs into the phone. I continue my eavesdropping, listening intently to one side of the conversation.

"I want him out and gone." Christian says with a chilling finality before punching the end call button. I decided to cautiously step into the room.

"Hi." I whisper, gauging Christian's reaction. He turns to me, his expression softening.

"Hi." He mumbles back. He walks towards me and wraps me in his arms, putting his nose in my hair.

"You mean the world to me, Ana. I want this mysterious fucker out of our lives." I breathe in his welcoming scent and nod. Oh, Fifty. Everything will be fine. Christian's hands move to cup my belly. My lips quirk up into a smile.

"I'd do anything to keep you and our children safe."

"I know, Christian. It will all be okay." I try my best to assure that we are okay, hoping that he buys it.

"Where is Teddy?" Christian begins to scan the room around him.

"I put him down for his nap. You know, he saw how angry you were earlier." Christian's eyes cloud with sadness. Oh shit. I have to change the subject.

"He wanted to read some books before his nap, so we spent a great deal of time in the library." I chuckle and Christian begins to grin, too. Mr. Mercurial.

"Just like his mommy." Christian leans in and kisses me sweetly.

"He's going to be incredibly intelligent. Just like his daddy."

"I think so, too."

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Christian has been holed up in his study for a while, so I decide to sit out on our deck to enjoy the sunshine. Sunny days are so rare, I hate to not enjoy one. I lift my shirt a fraction, letting the sun warm my belly. Phoebe is dancing in my belly, twisting and turning at every possible angle.

"There's a lot more room out here, Angel. I promise." I coo to my little Phoebe. I just can't wait to kiss her little face and hold her in my arms. I'm completely smitten with her already. I close my eyes, imagining what Phoebe will look like. I imagine a brunette girl with bright blue eyes, like me. Or a copper-colored curly hair angel with gray eyes. Either way, she's the most beautiful girl in the world. She's not even born yet, but I am already dreading the days of her high school prom. Her graduation. The day I have to give my own children away at their weddings. I sigh, wishing for time to just slow down for a while. I soak in the sun, keeping my eyes closed for a few more minutes, letting my mind wander. A rustling in the bushes nearby causes me to open my eyes. I glance in the direction of the bushes and catch something quite large roaming around. What the hell? I sit up, scanning the area, but everything looks normal. Maybe it was just a squirrel or rabbit. I begin to sink back down in my chair, but a light silver gleam appears through the bushes. I squint my eyes to get a better look and realize that it is a camera. What the fuck?! I abruptly pull my shirt down to protect my Phoebe and begin to scramble to my feet before a few flashes blind me. I am in total shock and the only thing I know to do is scream for Christian while fleeing into the house.

"Christian!" I scream out, waiting for him to come running at a cheetah's pace. Approximately five seconds later, he appears, looking as frantic as me.

"Ana! Dear God what is it?" He searches me for an answer, but I'm still shocked. I can't get anything out.

"Ana!" Christian begins to shout and I take a gulp, tears spilling onto my cheeks.

"He's out there." Is all I can say before Christian is running out the door, on his own war path to protect our family.