"Christian?" I question as his eyelids flutter open and truth be told I think i'm going to need matchsticks in mine to keep them open for much longer. I just couldn't sleep after his episode a few hours ago, I feel like if I take my eyes off him, someone will sweep in and steal him from me.
"Hey," he breathes and weakly smiles.
"There moving you to that private room in a few minutes baby," I tell him and I see his eyes light up.
"Really, I thought they'd make me stay here after what happened earlier," and I see him shudder thinking about it.
"No, the doctors have checked and your okay, you just hurt yourself trying to sit up so quickly, so no more stress or sudden movements Mr Grey, or I will tie you down myself." As soon as those last words have left my mouth I see his mouth perk up to a grin.
"Oh Christian," I grin, "I'm serious," and I very lightly smack his arm, I adore playful fifty.
"Trust me Ana, I felt like my chest was going to explode, I'm not going to do that again, Ive learnt my lesson the hard way," he asserts and I feel a mixture of emotions
"Your mother is helping set up the room for you, and then they'll come and get us in a few minutes," I tell him.
"Thank fuck for that, I'm sick of staring at these walls", he states bitterly.
"Mia, Elliot and your Dad came to see you why you were asleep." I tell him softy
"Shit, why did no one wake me?," he asks. Truth is he looks awfully tired still now, and with the pain meds he was on he was fast asleep even throughout us all talking.
"Christian trust me you were away with the fairies," I laugh.
"What did they say?, he questions.
"Your mom told them about the little incident earlier and they wanted to check on you," I confess. I wont tell him but Mia was such a mess, she looked like she had been crying all day, and just wanted her brother to be back to his normal self.
He nods, "I hope no one told Elliot I was crying like a little girl earlier, cause god he would never let me live that one down," and I cant help but laugh.
If they did, I'm sure Elliot will have lots of fun ripping into you for it once your better, but until then I'll make sure to protect you from Elliot," I grin. "No one's allowed to make fun of my damsel in distress husband," I laugh as I trace my fingertips up and down his arm.
"What would I do without you Mrs Grey?" he smiles weakly and I smile back.
"Crash and burn, I think," and we both giggle.
"Ive asked Taylor to come down to see us later, so we can update you on everything," I tell him but truth is I'm terrified of his reaction.
"Thank you baby, you know I hate to be out of the loop," he breaths and his eyes flutter closed for a second or two.
"On one condition though Mr Grey," he nods and I'm sure he knows what I'm going to say.
"You have to promise to stay calm. I am well aware sometimes Christian Grey does not do rationale thinking, but you have to, for me, for the children," I assert.
"Il try Ana, I promise," but I'm still skeptical, I can imagine his reaction now and it isn't good. If I were Taylor or Welch or the security I would run for the hills when they undoubtedly face my husbands wrath.
Half a hour later and the doctors come to move him to the other room. As they wheel the bed up the corridor he grips and to my hand.
"Ana, I hate this, I feel fucking useless," he states glancing up to me and I laugh at him.
"Imagine if my employees saw me like this, my reputation would be god damn ruined," he states bitterly, but I don't care I would much rather angry Christian than many of the other more vulnerable shades he possesses.
"Christian its only me who can see you, silly husband," I smile and say softly.
"Still, I'm gonna buy this god damn hospital and fire everyone if I get one more sympathetic look off a member of staff. I don't need there sympathy, I just need you," he continues to mutter and I hope no one can hear him, I know he doesn't mean to sound ungrateful he's just frustrated at his own body. It's funny because physically from a onlooker he looks so vulnerable and ill, but if they could hear him muttering away now they would think differently. I smile to myself.
"What's so funny Mrs Grey?" he questions glancing up at me.
"Just you," I reply, god I love this man so much.
He rolls his eyes and grins but then I see him look away and something seems to have crossed his mind.
"What is it?" I ask leaning over the rail of the bed a bit.
"There's only one good thing about me being here in this god damn place," he states looking straight ahead.
"Christian, there's nothing good about this," I say seriously.
"There is," he looks up at me, "the only good thing is that it's me in here and not you."
"Christian," I state and I feel my eyes fill up. God damn him for saying something sweet and ruining the little bit of fun we were having.
"It is, I couldn't bear it, if this was you, I would of lost my mind, your so much smaller than me, I mean I only just made it, look at me, I look like a frikin robot, I dread to think…" his voice ends a whisper and he looks straight ahead. I think he's trying to say that he scared I wouldn't of survived the same injuries. My poor fifty. He's torturing himself with thoughts that are just going to upset him.
"Well this is the room," I hear one of the nurses announce and I mouth "I love you" to Christian and he smiles.
The room is much nicer, its decorated in browns, reds and is much warmer than the white previous one. It still has the same machines but there less threatening. There's a couch on either side of the room which I assume is for visitors and a TV which I'm sure Christian will spend hours grumbling about, due to crappy daytime TV and not his usual hi tech 'watch anything you want, when you want' system at home. Grace quizzes Christian about how he feels and he looks tired of the questions, I mentally note to try and stop badgering him about his health and talk about more happier times. Grace stays for about fifteen minutes and then gets called away to deal with a patient even though she's not strictly been working since what happened to Christian.
I promise Christian I'll have Gail bring the kids to see him tomorrow, and I don't think he could be more excited if he tried. We are chatting quietly when Taylor knocks at the door and all I can think is this is it. Goodbye relaxed Christian hello angry hell bent on revenge Christian.
"Here you go Mrs Grey, I have what you requested he says as he places a envelope containing the pictures Taylor showed me previously. "Should I stay or go?" he asks and I'd really like him to stay at least at first, but he'll probably have to leave when Christian flies off the handle and blames him for everything. I'm secretly hoping he wont blame Taylor, he does everything in his power to protect us and it's really not his fault that someone slipped through he net.
"Baby are you sure your feeling up to all this?" I ask Christian and stand up hovering above his face and waiting for an answer.
He just nods and offers me a brief smile.
"Right well you or I.." I motion to Taylor, I really don't know how to phrase this to minimize Christians reaction, I know it was hard enough for Taylor to tell me, and even I flipped for a moment.
"I will Mrs. Grey," and I nod while Christian looks expectantly us at us.
"First can I just say, how happy I am your okay Mr Grey" Taylor mutters nervously and I'm sure Christian does know how to react and just nods in acceptance. Taylor is one of Christians best friends in my opinion, even though he would never admit it
"After the.. Incident two days ago the security obviously tried everything in their power to get a lead, and when we were looking through security tapes, we noticed a reoccurring figure on some of tapes."
I feel Christians fist clench slightly under my hand and I grip it tighter.
"What do you mean reoccurring figure?" he says confusion evident on his face.
I reach down and open the envelope and pull out the photos and hand them to Christian.
He flicks through the photos as fast as he can in his condition and I see the strain appear on his face
"Who the fuck is this?" he says and I immediately jump up to calm him down.
"Why the fuck has he been following my family Taylor," he asserts before Taylor has a chance to explain. I place my hand on his shoulder, trying to encourage him to stay laying down.
"I'm sorry Mr Grey, after investigating it seems this 'figure' was first sighted six months ago and has been seen at random times ever since, it was almost impossible for anyone to notice, hes always blended in you see."
"I can fucking see that Taylor. I cant believe I'm hearing this," he says as he lifts a hand over his head to try and calm himself down. "I think you seriously need to consider re thinking who you have working for you, because they obviously cant do they fucking jobs right!" I see him see come across the photo of him lurking in the background with Christian carrying me to the car outside Grey Enterprises and then I see the anger as he throws the stack of photos across the room.
I nervously look up to monitors, "Calm down, remember you promised," I say softly. "Christian, it's okay when I found out I.." he interrupts me before I finish.
"You shouldn't even know about all this, I don't want you worrying about shit like this," he sighs.
"Christian, I'm not a child!," I state and I knew he'd have a problem with this.
"Ana I don't want you scared to look over your shoulder everywhere you go!" He pauses a second to catch his breath and continues. "Which by the way will be nowhere until this nut job is found and locked up."
"Christian you cant lock me up like I'm some china doll!," I say, trying to keep my tone as soft as possible. I know deep down he's only reacting like this because he wants to protect me.
"Ana, you're my life, I cant have anything happen to you ever!" he states and his voice is raising with every sentence he strings together.
"Mr Grey, I can assure you we are doing everything we can," Taylor tries to interrupt.
"No, or this wouldn't have happened in the first place," he states bitterly. "You should of gone to my dad, not my wife."
I see Taylor flinch and I know what's coming.
"Excuse me a moment Mrs Grey," he says before turning his attention back to Christian.
"Mr Grey, I see you and Ana as friends whether you see me as that or not. However Ana couldn't be kept in the dark about this, its too big. Hell we didn't even know when or if you were going to wake up!," Taylor says his voice a octave higher and he looks upset. I see Christians face fall.
"Have you found out who it is?," Christian says refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
"Well like I told Ana," I feel Christian's body tighten. "we have been given a location we might find him, but when we interviewed people there, it seems the bastard has no friends, apparently he goes into the bar, drinks by himself a couple of times a week, the locals all recognize him, but don't know anything else. We are going back there tonight and this time the fucker better be there," Taylor states and sounds like he will find this man at any cost. "Until then, we have security placed all around the hospital, and of course at Grey house with Gail and the children."
"Good, I don't care how much you have to spend, just make sure my family is safe," Christian says.
"Of course Mr Grey," Taylor nods, "Ill get going now, we are still attempting to chase this man through other methods of course."
Christian nods, "Be careful Taylor," he asserts in a very formal tone, but I know he would be devastated if anything happened to Taylor.
As Taylor leaves, Christian turns to me.
"I cant believe, someone's intruded on our life like this Ana, how fucking dare they. I will crush them." he states and I place my hand over his forehead and lean down to kiss him briefly.
"Believe me Christian I know, If this is the man who did this too you, then I want nothing more than them found and thrown in jail. I reacted exactly the same, but there's more important things at the moment, like you and your health."
"I just can't believe that all those times," he gestures to the photos still scattered around the floor.
"I know baby, I know," I say softly. "Taylor will deal with this, you don't need to worry," I try to convince him but I know its no good, this is all Christian will brood and think about till its over.
I wrap my arms around his neck loosely and just hold him.
"They will find him Ana, I promise," he says his breath tickling my ear and my mind travels back to happier times.
"Found you!" Christian says as Teddy laughs hysterically when he finds his son's hiding spot behind one of the sofa's.
Christian picks up Teddy and starts blowing raspberries on his tummy, while Teddy laughs his little head off.
"Mommy, Daddy turn," he says pointing towards me, as I am sat at the table holding our six month old daughter. Teddy loves playing hide and seek.
"You heard your son Christian, It's your turn" I encourage and Christian smirks at me.
"No!," Teddy shouts, "Mommy and Daddy," he says and his bossy tone makes me giggle.
"Mommy has to take care of your sister," Christian tells Teddy softly.
"No, Christian its okay, she's asleep in my arms, I'll go put her down and be back in a minute to join in," I tell my husband.
Teddy looks completely perplexed at what I've just said so as I get up I hear Christian try to explain to him.
I come back down the stairs and I see both my men waiting expectantly for me.
"Hidey," Teddy shouts, waving his arms about turning around and putting his little hands over his eyes.
"Ana, do you think he'll be okay, I don't want him to hurt himself," Christian worries as we creep away.
"Christian, he'll be fine for two seconds, now get your ass under that table." I laugh smacking his butt.
"Are you serious?" he looks up at me with a grin.
"Deadly," I state as we both get under the table.
"I cant believe I'm under a fucking table Ana, what is my life," Christian laugh's and I giggle placing a kiss on his lips.
I see desire appear in his eyes." Don't start with that Ana or i wont be able to control myself, our son will be here soon", and with that we hear Teddy screaming "Me Coming" from a few feet away and both giggle.
I put my hands around his neck and he holds me as we wait for Ted to discover us. All I can hear is our breathing as we sit perfectly silently and I hear his little footsteps and then he spots us easily because he's so little and we are perfectly in his line of sight.
"Found you, Found you!" He jumps up and down and giggles. Christian reaches for him and pulls him under the table with us and pulls his son into his lap. Teddy jumps up and down and takes Christian by surprise accidentally knocking him onto his back and I cant help but burst into a fit of laughter at the shock on my husbands face.
"Oh no, I'm dead," Christian says closing his eyes.
"Silly daddy," Teddy says and tries to open Christians eyes with his fingers. Christian immediately opens his eyes and I assume its properly so he doesn't end up being poked in them by his son. Teddy then throws himself down laying flat on top of my husbands chest so his little face is in front of Christians and starts pawing his dad's face and squidging his lips together.
"Mommy, Daddy look funny," he giggles turning his head.
"He does doesn't he baby," I agree and laugh and I see Christian roll his eyes.
"That's it Teddy, I think it's tickle time," Christian says still on his back wrapping his arms around his son and tickling him, as Teddy screeches with laughter.
"No daddy, no!" he giggles out and Christian is beaming with pride.
"I love you baby," Christian says raising his son in the air, but not at full stretch or he'd hit the underside of the table.
"Me love you Daddy," Teddy says and Christian's smile brightens.
"What about mommy?" Christian asks glancing at me, before returning his attention to his son.
"We love mommy too," he says looking at Christian who nods.
"Yes we certainly do," Christian says softly smiling at me and I melt.
"Right I think we better get up, don't you Ted, I'm sure mommy's back is hurting by now," Christian states to Teddy and he's right I think I'm going to have a permanently bent back after crouching down for so long.
As Christian gets up, I notice just a second too late to warn him and his head crashes into the side of table.
"Fu…", Christian starts before stopping himself and falls back down to his laying position covering his face with his hands. Teddy thinks its hilarious and I try to stifle a slight giggle.
"Are you okay Christian?" I ask and he just nods his head, his hands still covering his face, possibly from the pain or embarrassment. In a few moments he sits back up pulling his legs from under the table and stands up and Teddy follows.
"Well that hurt," he says kind of to himself as I pull myself out from under the table relieved to be standing up straight again.
"Where does it hurt Mr Grey?" I say as Christian pouts pointing to a spot on the right side of his head. I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss the spot.
"Is that better?, I question grinning.
"Yes, I knew under the table was bad hiding place," he mutters pouting still rubbing his head and I grin.
"I'll get you back later for that Mrs Grey," and I smirk.
"I'm sure you will," I reply mischievously.
"Daddy?" Teddy shouts from below us and Christian turns to scoop him up in his arms.
Teddy places a kiss on the side of Christians head and Christian looks at him questionably.
"Kiss better, like mommy," he states happily.
"My, aren't you a clever little boy," Christian whispers to him before turning to me.
"I think we'll have to watch what we say in front of this little brain box from now on Ana," he winks and I nod grinning.
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