Christian's POV (continued)

I thought I was just hearing things.

"Who?" I asked Elliot again.

"Ethan Kavanaugh." Elliot answers me.

Then I guess I wasn't hallucinating… Now what does he want from us this time? Why does he constantly have to show up in our lives? Does he not have any place to be?

I run my hand through my hair. "So what happened next?" I ask Elliot.

"Well, I told him that I had already found someone for the position, but the fucker had the nerve to tell me that I am lying." Elliot continues telling me what happened. "I was saved by the phone call to come here or else I would have been stuck dealing with his ass."

No other construction company in Seattle wants anything to do with Ethan. If you were fired from the best, how do you expect to get a job elsewhere? No one will want to deal with a reject.

"Have you found anyone yet?" I ask him.

"Still looking. I did one interview today, but the guy was so full of himself. He's really confident that he will hear back from us." Elliot says. "And not to mention, he thinks that he might get a permanent job with us."

"Talk about being overconfident." I say.

"Seriously." Elliot says.

"Well keep looking." I say. "There's got to be someone out there that will be a perfect replacement."

"I sure hope so." Elliot says. "Because hiring Ethan is the very last thing I want to do."

"Good because I wouldn't want him working on my house." I tell him.

"Im sure that won't happen." Elliot says.

Ana's POV

The mood clearly changed when Christian came back from talking to Elliot. Gone was his idea of going home and practicing for a baby. Something was bothering him.

"Are you hungry?" He asks as we sat down in the backseat of the suv.

"Yes." I say with a smile.

Christian gave me a kind smile, and put his arm around my shoulder, in an attempt to say that everything is okay. Liar!

"Taylor, please take us to The Bistro." Christian tells Taylor.

"Okay, sir." He says.

"Mia has recommended this place to me." Christian says. "She's very sure that we will like it."

Well at least someone is being honest, I thought to myself.

"Do you know what you want to order?" Christian asks me as he looks over the menu.

The Bistro is an upscale café. The tables have white linen tablecloth on them, classical music is playing in the background, while people who are dressed casually sip on their Pinot Noir and look out onto the busy streets of Seattle.

Looking at the menu, I had a difficult choice between the blue crab cakes in a tartar aioli and dynamite shrimp on a dill rice pilaf. The decision would have been an easy one, had my husband told me what was going on, but he wasn't. Christian was trying to make it seem as though everything is fine.

Christian orders some Pinot Grigio for us. As the waiter pours the wine into our glasses. I look straight into my husband's eyes. Something is definitely up because he looks at me with an expression that is tinged with thought.

He raises his glass and I do the same.

"Let's toast to our newborn baby nephew Edgar Alexander Grey." He said, trying to give a genuine smile of happiness, but all that happens is a smile.

"To Edgar Alexander Grey." I say. I take a sip of wine. "So how are you, dear husband?" I ask, putting my hand on top of his.

"Good, and you my dear wife?" He asks.

"Well, I would be good, but the thing is, my husband is keeping something from me." I say.

Christian looks at me.

"Alright, you figured me out." Christian says, running his hand through his hair. "Something is up."

"I knew it!" I exclaim a little louder than I had anticipated. "Christian, we are husband and wife. There should be no secrets between us. And in addition to that, I don't like seeing you frustrated, now please tell me what is going on."

"Elliot told me that Ethan wants to work for him again. He showed up to his work today, demanding that Elliot look at his resume. Elliot said that he had already found someone for the job, but Ethan didn't buy it. It wasn't true; Elliot is still looking and he is doing interviews, but the fact of the matter is Ethan desperately wants to work for Elliot, for whatever reason. Well, he obviously wants a job, but no one wants to give one to him. After all he was fired from Grey Constructions and if you are fired from there, you obviously won't have an easy time getting a job anywhere else." Christian explains, then takes a drink of wine. "He wants back into our lives, which is so frustrating to me. Life has been progressing terrifically without him. Mia is happy with Sawyer and Elliot has managed to replace him with another guy at work. Everything is fine the way it is, without his presence."

Ugh Ethan. I thought we wouldn't hear that name again, but here we are….

"I don't think we need to worry about anything." I tell Christian. " I know that Elliot wouldn't hire him, even if it was for a temporary position. Im sure there are people out there who would like that job and are very qualified for it."

"That could be true, but I doubt that anyone is looking for something temporary. And if they are, they are confident that they will end up having that job permanently. "Christian says. "A perfect example of that would be a guy that Elliot had interviewed today. He was so overconfident that he would get the job and when he does get it, he will be given a permanent position. "

"Oh wow." I say. "But did he have a good resume?"

"I didn't ask Elliot that, but either way, his overconfidence had cost him the job." Christian tells me.

"Well I hope that Elliot finds someone." I say.

"Me too, and I hope that he doesn't have to end up hiring Ethan." Christian says.

"That would be his Plan Z." I say.

"That it would be."Christian says. He is no longer frustrated.

"See? That feels a lot better, doesn't it?" I ask him.

"Yes, it does." He says, smiling."And that is why you are mine, because you understand me better than anyone else."

He takes my hand and kisses it.

We change topics to our dream home.

Im glad that my husband is in a much better mood. I hate seeing him frustrated, I actually hate seeing anyone frustrated.

Ethan's POV

"We will call you back if you get the job." James Carter of Carter Constructions tells me.

"Thank you for your time." I say, shaking his hand once again.

This whole week has been interviews on top of interviews. I really need a job. I have been out of an actual job for a while. I've been doing little construction jobs, but lately I have been wanting something permanent. But even if I don't find anything permanent, I would take it, nonetheless.

I have come to realize that if you are fired from Grey Construction, its hard to get a job in other construction companies. Although I don't say that I got fired, but boss's know when they look at your resume and see that you have been working on little projects after working with Elliot's company for some time. Yah, yah, don't have to say anything. I know I fucked up in the worst way possible…

Im doing my best to have a positive outlook on life, even though its not easy sometimes. I've had it all and one stupid decision cost me a beautiful girlfriend and a job, not to mention my sister. Ever since then, we have spoken less. It seems as though she chose Elliot over me. I know deep down she cares about me, but doesn't want to show it because she is now a Grey.

All I have to do now is just hope that I get this job or else I have no other choice but to do what I have been doing ever since I have come back from Europe, little construction projects that don't pay much.

I don't want to ask my parents for money. My mom would give me money, for sure. But my father is a totally different story. He would tell me to get a job. I have been looking for one, Dad. I have money in the bank. I have trust fund money that I can easily use, if worst comes to worse.

Im at a nearby coffeeshop, getting my usual caffeine fill for the day, when I see that guy from Elliot's work yesterday. I walk over to him, curious to see if he did in fact get the job. He was pouring half and half into his coffee, when I had approached him.

"Excuse me, sir. I saw you yesterday at Grey Constructions. "I say to him. "Do you work there?"

"I was there for an interview." He tells me. "I don't have the job yet." He put emphasis on the word yet.

"Oh okay." I say. "I was just wondering."

"Mr. Grey said I should be getting a call back soon." He said. "All I have to do now is wait for the call."

So Elliot lied to me…. Why am I not surprised?

"Oh okay." I said. "Sorry to trouble you."

"No worries." The guy said. "Have a good day."

"You too." I say. The man leaves the coffee shop. I order my cup of joe and a toasted bagel with cream cheese.

So you wanna play that way, Elliot? Depriving me of a job because of what happened in the past? That's not ethical by any business standards. But hey, if you wanna do that, then lets do it.

Elliot's POV

"Elliot, did you bring the baby carrier?" Kate asks me. She is all clear to go home now, with our baby boy.

Life will be different now that the we have a baby in our life. But it shouldn't be different by much… maybe a few sleepless nights here and there, but we will get the hang of it.

"Yes, Kate." I say.

Kate smiles. I put Edgar in his baby carrier, gently. He is wearing a cute blue onesie with a matching blue cap. He is sleeping peacefully.

He is simply the cutest baby I have ever seen. I can stare at him forever and be perfectly content. Im such a lucky man. I have a beautiful wife, an adorable baby boy, a family that loves me, a career that is doing, and a lovely home. Life is great.

"Babe, I really want to spend the day with you, but I have to get back to work. Im doing another interview today, but I will be back home as soon as I can." I tell Kate.

"Okay, hun." She says. "We will be waiting for you."

I smile. I give Kate a kiss on the lips and Edgar a kiss on the cheek before heading back to my car and driving back to work.

"How did it go?" Jay asks me. "Do you have a picture of the baby?"

I whip out my phone and show him my newborn baby boy.

"Oh my God, he is such a cutie." Jay says. "I guess it helps to have attractive parents."

I smile at that statement. I can't take all the credit. I do have a very attractive wife.

"Is there anything for me, Jay?"I ask, getting straight to business. "Any important calls or what not?"

"A few phone calls, but they were just updates on the ongoing projects." Jay answers me. "Nothing too important."

"Good, I will be in my office. Just call me when the interviewee shows up." I tell him.

Im about to head into my office when Jay stops me.

"I almost forgot. This came for you." He tells me, giving me a manilla folder. "I don't know what it is; I guess that's for you to figure out."

I take the manilla folder and head into my office.

As soon as I am there, I open it. At first everything looks like gibberish to me. And then it hits me like a semi on a highway. Ethan Kavanagh is suing me.