Author's Note: Still dealing with getting used to major schedule change so updates will be sparse for a while. Props for this chapter go to .9, a new reader who has been reviewing and giving me inspiration all day.

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Tuesday, August 17

7:15am

Christian POV

"Ana.." I gently try to wake her; she turns her face the other way.

"Ana, baby." this time she groans.

"Ana. I know you're tired but you have to eat something." I say lightly stroking her face. When we got home yesterday I realize how worn out she seemed. While I went to brief with Taylor for a few minutes, Ana went for a bath and by the time I came in the bathroom she was already dosing off. I brought her a light dinner in bed and once she ate, she fell asleep immediately.

"Go away." she grumbles.

"But I have french toast sticks." I try to goad her.

She opens on eye, looks at me, and smirks. "With syrup?"

"Mmhmm, butter syrup."

Her smirk grows in to a full blown smile.

"Okay, you got me, I'm up. Let me go freshen up." She gets up and groggily rushes to the bathroom.

She comes back out and gives me a faint smile but it's still really obvious that she's exhausted.

"Tired?" I ask putting the tray between us once she's settled in a comfortable position.

"Yeah, I think I may have overdone it yesterday." She smiles sadly, "I just kind of wished things would go back to normal but I see they won't." She says and then starts to dip her French toast.

"We'll make a new normal." I smile to to to comfort her. She nods her head so I hope that means that it worked.

"So, what's on your agenda today?" She asks me.

"A day mostly full of meetings, as usual."

"Anything new going on?"

"No, right now, Ros is looking at some new companies she thinks might be a good investment. She said she would get back to me about whatever she found at the end of the week."

"How do you know what would be a good investment?" She asks genuinely curious while pushing around a piece of French toast on the plate.

"Well, first you have to start with the books and financials of the company. You look at how the company is currently doing in relation to their industry, then you determine if you can do anything financially to help aid them. Then, you start to look at the actual company; the employees, owner, and people like that. GEH has had to do a few hostile takeovers in the past where someone didn't like that we were taking the company over and made the process difficult so if we can, we try to avoid companies like that. Once we get the financials and the company, we can try to start to determine whether we just want to flip it or keep it. That usually depends on if we need the company or not. For example, a few months ago we took over a media company and the PR team now uses them to help run the department and manage our online presence."

"Wow. A lot goes in to all that. Are you sure that it's okay with just Ros?"

"I'm sure baby. Ros and I have been doing this for a long time and although it is a lot to think about now it just comes like second nature."

"That's impressive. I don't know how much help I could be but if you need me to do anything I'd love to help out. I don't know how much longer I can just lay around doing nothing."

"You are not doing nothing, you are healing and getting better and that's all the job you need. Besides, between the two of us, we have more money than we could ever spend."

"I suppose you're right but I would still like to find something to do."

"Well, if anything comes up at GEH, I'll let you know okay?" I say gathering up the remnants of our meal. I think I did most of the eating as I noticed Ana pushing food around quite a bit. I go put the dishes in the kitchen and come back in the room to gather my things to get ready to leave. "What are your plans for today?"

"The way I'm feeling? Sleep for about 20 years."

"If you slept that long I'd miss you too much." I gently kiss her.

"That's sweet. Do you have any lunch plans?"

"Not that I know of."

"I was thinking of cooking something. Any preference?"

"Whatever you make I'm sure will be fantastic. I'll make sure to block it out with Andrea."

"Okay. Have a good day at work. I love you."

"I love you too."

10:00am

Anastasia POV

After going back to sleep for a few extra hours, I decided to finally get up and try to get some energy. I took a shower and am now looking in the mirror. I still look completely different than I did just three months ago before I went to the hospital. My skin is pale but now that I can go outside as long as I'm careful and use protection, I should be able to get some color hair everywhere is still a very thin layer; Dr. Hamburg said that cytarabine does often cause hair loss but that it is less severe with the dosage I'm currently on so I might start to see my hair growing back in a few weeks.. But for now I'll just go with the routine that I have made: moisturizer, sunscreen, eyebrows, foundation, tinted lip balm, light eyeshadow, eyelashes, mascara, powder, wig cap, wig.

I thought about the routine a lot and practiced it when I was still in the hospital so I have managed to get the time to about 30 minutes.

Its in the mid 70s today but it is raining so I settle on a professional looking gray dress with tan low heels and a tan blazer.

I didn't really have an appetite this morning and I still don't so I've decided to keep lunch on the light side so I make a quinoa chicken salad.

I get everything packed and ready to go and by the time I get to the elevator one of the security men materializes out of no where.

"Sorry, I forgot."

"No worries ma'am."

"I'm sorry, I don't recall your name."

"Sawyer."

"Is that your first name?"

"No ma'am. Luke Sawyer."

"Well, Luke, call me Ana."

"I don't really think that's a good idea ma'am." He fidgets.

"My husband may be used to things like.. this but I'm not. And I'm only 23 so please." I beg with him. "At least when we're alone. I'm guessing your assigned to me from now on." He doesn't say anything so I turn back around and look at the door. Christian lives so differently than I'm used to and I think it's going to be hard adjusting to all these changes in my life. I'll talk to him later tonight.

The drive to Grey house is in silence but once we pull up, he turns around. "Only when its just us. Okay, Ana." Taylor opens the door.

"Thank you, Sawyer." I say because I know Taylor is in earshot now. I smile at Luke one last time and I see a ghost smile back.

Taylor escorts me again to the elevator but stays on the bottom floor.

I walk up to Andrea's desk to greet her but someone else is in her seat. My memory is still a little shot from the chemo brain and my general forgetfulness but one thing I am good at is remembering faces, and I don't remember hers. I'm about to ask who she is but she rudey beats me to it.

"Who are you? You can't be up here."

"Uh, excuse me but I'-"

"You're not on anyones list. I'm calling security." she smirks at me.

For a second I just stand surprised at her demeanor towards me. I don't say anything more and just walk right in to Christian's office as quietly as I can but of course the crazy blonde is yelling after me which draws Christian's attention away from his computer screen. At first he looks angry but his eyes land on mine and his demeanor changes to happy.

He rounds his desk just as the crazy blonde reaches the threshold to the door.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll escort her out." she says breathily in a flustered tone and readily heating cheeks.

I close the distance between Christian and I. He tilts my chin up and gives me a simple but firm kiss on the lips. I turn around and smile smugly at crazy blonde who looks like her dog just died.

"I'm so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Grey." Andrea says rushing in to the room. "I'll take care of her. Olivia, come."

"Thank you Andrea." I say politely. "I made lunch."

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