A:N/ You guys are going to hate me on this one! I couldn't help it. Love you! I made this chapter a lot longer to make up for the mean ending. ~Whit

My brain feels fuzzy and my eyes are not responding despite that I'm begging for them to open. I hear a small voice, but I just can't make it out. I'm lost in a sea of darkness and there isn't any light in sight. I test my arms, praying that they work, but they don't respond. I can still hear that small voice. It's starting to become a little clearer. I feel something get wrapped over me, warming me up.

"Mommy… you sleepy?" I can just barely make out. Oh no… Teddy! It's Teddy! Where is Christian? Oh please hurry Christian. Our baby boy needs you… and so do I.

"Night night, Mommy." Ted whispers into my ear, causing me to spiral right back into the dark pit of unconsciousness.

OOOOOOOOO

I'm a little chilly, now. My head feels like it is in an ice bucket. Despite being cold, I don't feel as fuzzy and I think if I try, my eyelids will open. Testing my theory, I see if my eyelids will open. To my surprise, they do.

"Oh thank God." I recognize Christian's pained voice first. He almost sounds like he is sobbing. I find myself staring at first the bedroom ceiling, then at Christian, who looks like he's aged a few years.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm fine." I have to calm Christian down before he faints himself.

"Ana… you're not fine. You keep passing out and…" His words are so jumbled and he sounds as if he might cry. I open my mouth to soothe him, but an ever-active Phoebe adverts my attention. I smile at her.

"See Daddy, we are both A-okay! Phoebe also requested that Daddy calm down just a little bit." Softly reassuring Christian is all I can do at this point, but it seems to be working. He sighs and grins, then places his hand on my expanding bump.

"My princess." Christian whispers to my belly. His love for her melts my heart.

"Is this going to be frequent?" I ask Christian and he sighs quietly.

"I hope not. It really frightens me, Ana."

"I know. It does me, too." I whisper, getting lost in the sadness of Christian's beautiful gray eyes. I start to recall what happened and realize that I have many questions for Christian.

"Where is Ted?" I ask, sounding alarmed. I begin to sit up, on a hunt for my baby, but Christian quickly protests.

"No you don't, Mrs. Grey. He's with Gail. He's fine. He was really worried about you. He came running for Gail to help you." Christian explains. My poor boy… he was worried about me.

"And you?" I question, causing confusion to come over Christian's face.

"I'm right here."

"Where were you when I fainted?" I can't really remember back that far, but Christian's expression tells me he was somewhere that will be painful for me to hear.

"Ana… I was dealing with the intruder… we caught him this time." I furrow my brow.

"Who is he?" I ask and Christian gulps. I know immediately that this is something I don't want to hear.

"Ana… I don't think you're in any state to hear the news right now." I gape at him. Really? He's been following me around and taking photos of me! I have a right to know!

"Christian just tell me! He's been taking photos of me. I deserve to know!" I nearly shout at him. Christian's eyes widen and he shushes me.

"See, Ana. You get all worked up!" Christian adjusts my cold washcloth on my forehead and I sink back down into the bed.

"You're in absolutely no state to hear any news right now." Christian restricts me from raising up again. How can he keep this from me?!

"Tell me, Christian." I demand, hoping to crack him, but he doesn't budge.

"I will, Ana. Just not with you like this." Christian shakes his head sadly, like he has been betrayed. I lean forward to kiss him because I have missed him. Regardless of everything happening, I must remember that he needs comfort, too. Christian returns my kiss and I manage up enough courage to deepen our kiss, letting my washcloth fall off my forehead and my tongue to explore his mouth. A few seconds later, Christian reluctantly pulls back.

"No, Ana." He mumbles and my spirits fall.

"Why not?" I whisper to him and he rubs his forehead, his eyes closed to hide his emotions from me.

"With your preeclampsia and fainting… it's just not a good idea."

"I think it is." I try my best to be alluring, but the situation is not in my favor. I pout and give Christian my best puppy-dog look. Finally, I think I see him starting to crack.

"Ana… you know I could never resist you." Christian climbs back onto the bed, cradling my head in between his hands as he straddles me at the hips. Passion explodes from our kisses. His fingers are tangled in my hair and I'm holding onto his wrists as our tongues intertwine. Christian pulls back from our kiss, leaving both of us breathless.

"Is this what you want?" He breathes and I nod, launching us both back into a series of more tongue exploration. Christian's taste is exquisite.

Christian gently pulls my shirt over my head. I roll my eyes and giggle… I'm not made of glass.

"Oh Mrs. Grey, my palm is extra twitchy tonight." He whispers in my ear just before softly biting my earlobe. I squeal and he moves to remove my sweat pants. He slides them off in one swift move and discards them on the floor. I grab Christian's hands before they slide my panties off. He looks up, confused, but grinning like a loon.

"You're too dressed, Mr. Grey." I answer and he slowly shakes his head. I lift the hem of his t-shirt and remove it from him, slinging it onto the pile on the floor. I raise up onto my knees, causing Christian to shift off me. I give him my best 'come-hither' stare and use one finger to call him to me. Like a good boy, he obliges. I lay him out underneath me on the bed. Oh Christian, do I have a great surprise for you. I leave light kisses on Christian's abdomen, making my way to the real target. I unbutton his jeans and inch them down his legs, eventually removing them and adding them to the pile. I move back up his body, capturing his lips with mine and rubbing his present hard on through his boxers. He groans into my mouth, but I silence him using my finger, causing him to smile.

"What mischief are you up to, Mrs. Grey?" Christian asks playfully. I move back down until I'm sitting up on my knees in between Christian's long legs. Hooking my thumbs into his boxers, I slide them off with a quick jerk and he is freed. I toss the boxers and stare at him, watching him grow. How does that even fit inside me? I still question this.

"What mischief, Mr. Grey?" I ask, feigning innocence. Christian rewards me with a sexy smirk.

"I think you know, Mrs. Grey."

"Maybe I don't, Sir." I state right before taking Christian's tip between my lips. I'm rewarded with a loud groan from him. I swirl my tongue around him, wanting to taste every inch. I place my hands on top of his thighs, preparing to do my favorite thing to Christian. I position my mouth over him and watch him through my lashes. I sink down, taking Christian's full length down my throat. His face is one of pure ecstasy. I begin to move, taking him deeper into my throat. His moans are low and sexy, fueling me to take him again and again. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder. I move my head faster, begging for him to release. I know it is close, so I tighten my lips around him as hard as I can.

"God, Ana." Christian's strangled moans feed my inner goddess as he hits the back of my throat over and over again. I sheath my teeth on him, taking him to the back of my throat one last time and I fill him twitch once before releasing his sweet liquid into my throat. I swallow every drop and I lick his head to get any that I may have missed. Finally, I release his erection and wipe my mouth while smirking at Christian. He smirks back at me, slowly shaking his head.

"It's your turn, Anastasia." Christian states seductively before lightly pushing me back on the bed and pulling my hips towards him. My hands grip the sheets as his fingers grip my thighs. His hot breath is against me and before I know it, his tongue is working it's magic on me. Christian laps up my liquid, showing no mercy. I squirm under him, moaning his name. His tongue flicks me repeatedly on my clitoris, causing the feeling to explode throughout my body. He inserts two fingers into me and I feel my body start to quiver. I know I am close.

"You're always ready, Ana." Christian hums and I arch my back, begging for some friction. His long fingers move in and out and his tongue is concentrated on the most sensitive part of my body. I feel sweet release take over me and the sensation is so intense. I moan loudly, calling Christian's name as he licks up my release. My breathing is heavy and rapid, but I manage to mumble.

"Now, it is both of our turns."

Christian's smile is breathtaking as he position himself to enter me. I reach behind me, quickly unhooking my bra. I like to keep it on during sex because of my leaking milk, but it doesn't bother Christian as much, and he loves my larger breasts. We grin at each other, our quick breaths matching. In one swift move, Christian is inside me… and it feels so deep. He starts moving and it is a punishing rhythm. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him push into me. Our moans are entangled, like our bodies. I meet him thrust for thrust and I feel myself climbing. Sweat is dotted on Christian's brow as he pushes back into me.

"I'm close." I manage to strangle out. Christian keeps pushing into me, filling me over and over.

"Wait for me." Christian groans and I hold on for a few more thrusts. We moan loudly together, my hands holding onto Christian's biceps. His fingers are tangled in my hair, holding me in place.

"Now." He groans and I let go. Feeling him fill me and my orgasm rip through me are a heady mixture. I manage to barely moan out Christian's name. I am floating on cloud nine, waiting to be brought back down to earth. Christian stills inside me and collapses, both of us a tangle of arms and legs and quick breaths.

We lay in the afterglow of our love-making for an eternity and I lay silently, wishing for it to never end. I wish I could just lay in Christian's strong arms forever and forget that there is any corruption in the world.

OOOOOOOOO

"You know, I think your orgasms are stronger when you're pregnant." Christian states proudly, causing me to giggle. Of course, he is in a much lighter mood.

"There are a lot of things that change when I am pregnant." I answer back.

"Indeed, but you're still my beautiful, sexy Anastasia." He nuzzles my chest and I beam. He can be so romantic. Suddenly, a thought sours my mood.

"You never told me who the man was." I half-whisper, hoping it doesn't bring Christian's mood down, too. It does. Christian shifts off me, finally pulling out, and sighs.

"Ana… I don't think you want to know." He shakes his head sadly, not looking me in the eyes.

"I do, Christian." Tell me.

"Ana…" Christian starts, holding in the information that I am yearning for.

"Just tell me, damnit!" I shout at him and he clenches his jaw. This is going to be bad.

"Ana… it was…