Its been two hours since we last heard anything and I can tell everyone is getting more and more anxious about hearing any news.
I phoned Gail about an hour ago to check on the children and she assured me they were fine. She told me that there were a large amount of well built men in suit's walking about the place checking for threats, and although it was slightly intimidating for the children, it did make her feel safer after the days events. The worst thing about the phone call was hearing Teddy's voice in the background. While Gail was keeping me up to date on the house situation, she explained that while Phoebe was asleep, she had Teddy on her hip and what a good boy he had been.
That was when I heard it. I'm almost 99% sure it was "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to compose my self as I heard my little boy ask for Christian.
"What did he say Gail?" I asked almost in tears again
"Erm.. Nothing Ana he was just rambling" I could tell by her hesitation that she too had acknowledged what Teddy had said and was trying to prevent causing me further upset, by pretending he was talking nonsense, but I know my sons voice and I know when he was asking for his father.
"Tell him Daddy will be home soon please Gail, and that we love him, I have to go, I'll phone you later to check on the children again." I speak quietly into the phone.
"There really is no need Ana, if you need to concentrate on Christian. We will be absolutely fine." she tries to assure me.
"Thanks Gail", and just before I hang up I hear Teddy burst into tears, I would give anything to have him in my arms right now, but this isn't the place for a child. Especially one who could be about to lose his Father.
Hearing Teddy's voice reminds of a time not so long ago with the children. Christian can be fierce, especially when things don't go his way or when people get on his nerves, and I'm sure the staff at Grey Enterprises are aware he's not someone you want to mess with. The children however, can do no wrong in my husbands eyes, and he lets them get away with bloody murder. Phoebe is really still too young to have figured out the art of being naughty, but Teddy definitely knows how to play the part well. Unfortunately however he has also learnt that Christian is somewhat lenient, and has certainly perfected a strategy to ensure that his daddy doesn't tell him off. One look from those puppy dog eyes and he has Christian eating out of the palm of his hand. A prime example of this occurred just a few weeks ago.
"Christian, I think it's time for the kid's bedtime." I call walking into the living room where I locate my husband sprawled out on the floor in front of the t.v with endless amounts of toys littering the space around him. Teddy is laid next to Christian and they both seem to be focused on being triumphant in a car race they are conducting.
Teddy had been practically begging for this toy car track since her saw it in a shop window the other day and I said he would have to wait. However Christian being Christian had returned home from work today with a mischievous grin and I knew straight away what he had bought. Ever since they had both been mesmerised by the damn thing. I don't know why they make children's toy's so high tech these day's as I swear its literally a miniature version of the real thing, with endless gadgets and buttons. I'm actually unsure as to who's having more fun my childish husband or my excited son but nethertheless nothing that makes me happier than seeing Teddy and Christian together.
"Two more minutes Ana", Christian replies not taking his eyes off the game. I stand with my hand on my hip and watch as the competition unfolds. Phoebe is sat a few spaces away in her own little world, with one of Teddy's toy bears that he takes to bed with him, and I am aware this will become a hazard when Teddy notices she has it. I look back and the race seems to be over with Teddy wooping and clapping as Christian sits up and picks Teddy up holding him up in the air.
"You beat me Teddy bear fair and square" He states before turning around and winking at me and I know he let his son win. The whole scene before me makes my heart melt.
"Okay Ted, mommy says its bedtime so I guess we should go get read for bed shouldn't we?" Teddy nods as he is probably tired from all the excitement and looks around for his bedtime bear.
That is when Teddy commit's the crime. He notices his sister and promptly charges over as fast as his little legs will carry him grabs the bear, and pulls her hair. Phoebe bursts into to tears and Christian jumps up and grabs her holding her to his chest.
"Teddy you do not pull your sister's hair, its not nice, it hurts her." I try to sound firm as difficult as it is, but Teddy seems to be ignoring me.
"Christian?" I ask as he soothes Phoebe, and he looks as me blankly and shrugs his shoulders.
"Aren't you going to say anything to Teddy, he doesn't listen to me." I state crossing my arms.
"He's only a child Ana, he didn't mean to hurt her." Christian state's glancing down at Teddy and still rocking Phoebe in his arms, who has now calmed down. That's when I notice it. Teddy is staring as Christian with the best I am innocent, puppy dog eyes you will ever see.
"Well don't blame me when your son is causing havoc at school in a few year's because I will be sure to forward any calls to you Mr Grey." I Smirk and he smiles bending down in front of Teddy. Knowing Christian he would somehow manage to avert the blame elsewhere if he did get a call saying one of his children had done something wrong.
"Teddy as Phoebes older brother, you need to look after her baby." I can't tell if Teddy is taking in what Christian is saying but he giggles and stamps his feet a bit. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddddy." Christian picks Teddy up so he has one child on each arm, much to Phoebe's displeasure and she looks at her brother with the biggest scowl you will see, which makes me chuckle.
"What?" Christian enquire, turning his attention to me.
"You should have seen the face Phoebe just pulled at Teddy, if looks could kill." he looks down to Phoebe and giggles himself.
"Your like your Dad aren't you Phe, making sure people know when they've been bad." He smirks and looks at me and I laugh heartily.
"Right troops, it really is bedtime now." Christian states, but both children are almost falling asleep on his shoulders by now anyway.
He starts to walk out of the room and towards the stairs and I walk over to the explosion of toys on the floor. Just before I bend down to start to clear them up I hear a voice and turn around to see Christian smirking at me.
"I will be back for you in a minute Mrs Grey." He winks and begins to climb the stairs leaving me to blush.
As I walk back into the room, Grace speaks up. "How are my grandchildren Ana?"
"Gail say's everything's fine, I could hear Teddy talking in the background." I tell her, deliberately avoiding telling her what I heard him say, so not to upset anyone anymore than they already are.
"Any news's" I inquire desperate to hear anything that indicates Christian is going to bed okay." Grace shakes her head solemnly.
I sit down on a chair and again pull out my phone, I just want to look at the pictures of my family again. That's when I notice the message sign at the top of the screen. I'd received endless messages and some calls since this morning but I hadn't payed any attention to them. The people who needed to know what had happened have been informed and that was all that mattered. I click on the message sign and go into my inbox. 64 messages greet me, and I start at the bottom and begin to absent mindedly scroll through. A lot of the messages are from numbers I don't even have in my phone book trying to get information. Christian will be furious when he find's out these people have managed to get my number, but right now I don't even care, I just ignore them and carry on scrolling. I will change my number when Christian's better, that's all that matters right now.
I get to one from Kate and click on it.
It reads Ana, I don't mean to upset you, and I don't know if you will get this, but have you seen the news. What does she mean I wonder as i exit off my inbox and quickly click on the internet. That's when I see it.
The news's headline reads BILLIONAIRE BUISNESS MAN CHRISTIAN GREY KILLED BY SNIPER IN THE EARLY HOURS.
I let out a gasp and cover my hand with my mouth, attracting the attention of Elliot. I click on the story and am shocked by what I read.
"Ana what is it?" Elliot asks quietly and pass him the phone. I don't want to read those horrific lies, my Christian is not dead. I don't understand how they can publish such heartless stories at a time like this. The article is already speculating what I will do with the money. It makes me sound like a horrible person, a go digger even. I don't care what the public think of me, I know in my heart its not true and all I care about is Christian, but I just pray that the people surrounding me don't, and never will think that way.
Elliot reads the article and I can see the fury emerging in his eyes.
"Bullshit, it's all bullshit." he utters.
"I would give up every penny if it meant Christian would be okay Elliot, you know that don't you. Every. Single. Penny." I desperately try to hold back the tears, but my voice is quivering. I mean it 100%. I don't need a fancy house, I don't need a fancy car, in fact I don't need anything, as long as I always have Christian and the children, my life will be complete.
Elliot pulls me into his arm's. "Of course I know that Ana, everyone knows that. You can't let some bullshit new's headline get to you. I will god damn kill whoever wrote this story, and so will Christian when he's feeling better." I nod slightly on his shoulder but I don't know if he acknowledges this.
"Dad can I see you outside." Elliot say's quietly standing up my phone still in his hand. Carrick nods and starts to get up from his seat.
"What is it?" Grace asks quietly, looking at them as they make their way to the door.
"Nothing that's important right now mom." Elliot replies and Grace nod's clearly too overcome with worry to pursue this issue. I hear Carrick's furious "What the hell" from outside of room a few seconds later and I know Elliot has shown him the article. I'm unsure if they will do anything about it right now, there are more important thing's to worry about than the shameless good for nothing media.
Mia move's over takes my hand and we both move across the room and sit on either side of Grace who is now sat on her own.
"When Christian wakes up he will hate the fuss people are going to make of him." Mia laugh's trying to lighten the mood and be strong for her mother, but her red eyes and blotchy skin suggest otherwise.
I also laugh slightly and I know its true, Christian would hate to think we were all so worried about him. Although he's much better than when we first met, Christian still struggles to fully accept the extent to which people love and care about him. My stubborn husband. I shake my head and smile as I am consumed by my own thoughts.
"Well he will have to learn to deal with it, he's my baby and will have to accept that we are going to take care of him." Grace says and I nod.
Carrick and Elliot re-enter the room and sit on the opposite side to us, where me, Kate and Elliot were previously seated.
Nobody says anything for a while and I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. The next thing I know I hear Grace's soothing voice.
"Ana, it's okay." she is shaking my shoulders and bent down in front me.
I open my eyes and am relieved to see that I am still seated in the same place in the waiting room.
"I'm so sorry Grace, I guess I had a nightmare." She nod's as if she understands, but she can't imagine the images that were dominating my thoughts. I just keep re-living this morning over and over, the absolute terror I felt when I saw that red stain forming on his shirt, and the image of those beautiful grey eyes void of almost anything. I am so thankful, that he held on. I know that if someone, I don't know who, whoever is in charge of these kind's of things had decided to take him from me, there was absolutely nothing I could of done about it in those minutes before the ambulance arrived. I am just so so thankful that he didn't close his eyes. I can't help but start crying again, and I'm surprised my body even has the ability to shed more tears.
"Grace he will be okay, won't he." I utter, and once again I feel bad, that I'm struggling to hold myself together.
"Of course, he will." She tries to say with confidence but that confidence doesn't reach her eyes. "Christian doesn't give up easily, I'm sure your aware of that living with him 24/7." She tries to force herself to smile.
I nod. Christian's always been one to get his own way, but he has mellowed slightly in the recent months thanks to my constant badgering. A part of me wants to go back in time and tell myself to shut up and let Christian go ahead with his excessive security checks, because maybe, just maybe if security were around today this wouldn't have happened to him.
"It my fault Grace, if I hadn't constantly gone on about having less security this wouldn't have happened." I put my head in my hands and rest on my knees.
"Ana , don't be so ridiculous, this is not your fault, we are all the same, Mia, Elliot and Me, we all berate Christian for his over the top security, we just didn't know anything like this was going to happen." I again feel guilty for pitying myself, I just need to hear some news, good news, it's been nearly three hours since we arrived now.
Elliot had left the room to ask about Christian a couple of times only to be told he was still in surgery and they would let us know as soon as they knew anything.
It's so frustrating, I just want to see him, hold him, and feel his warm hand in mine. The waiting is killing me, I'm my own worst enemy as I just can't stop thinking about the what if's?
We all look up at the door as if it opens and we see Taylor entering.
"How is Mr Grey?, is there any news?" He asks in his professional voice, but I can see the worry evident in his eyes.
"No not yet, were still waiting to hear." Carrick answers this time and I try to force a vague smile when he glances at me. "Have you found anything." Carrick continues and I know he means have they found anything relating to who tried to kill Christian.
Taylor nod's and Carrick stand's up to make his way out of the room again. I really want to know who it is, but at the same time I need to stay here. I can't be missing if there is any news. I hope they find whoever did this and they go to prison for the rest of their life. I hate them.
A few minutes later Carrick returns, a slight hint of anger traceable on his face . I will ask questions later once I know my husband is okay.
A few moments later the door opens and it's what we have been hoping for. A doctor enters quietly his face currently unreadable.
"Family of Christian Grey?"
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