Soon after Taylor left, a nurse arrived stating she was to take Mr Grey for an X-Ray. I could see the displeasure on my husbands face, but it's not like he could argue. I sit in the room and ponder the days events as I wait for him to get back. I was a little relieved that Taylor thinks he has found the man they are looking for, but wont feel completely safe until he comes back to tell us he's going to be locked up for a very long time.
After Christian gets back I ask him if everything is okay, and he says he's fine. We are both exhausted so he tells me to get into bed with him and we fall asleep quickly.
I wake up feeling rather peculiar, sick even, and I look besides me to find my husband still has his eyes closed. I gingerly sit up, trying not to wake him. I definitely don't feel right, and all of a sudden I feel like I'm going to be sick. I throw myself out of the bed, not having time to be quiet and launch into the bathroom, where I empty my stomach. I can hear Christian shouting as loud as he can to me, but I cant answer him at this second. I hover over the toilet until it passes and then stand up, getting my bearings.
"Ana!? Are you okay? Ana?! Talk to me baby."
"I'm fine, one second," I get out, but the truth is my mind is swimming. What the hell was that. Am I getting sick? Please don't let me be getting sick, or they'll make me leave Christian. I have experienced a feeling like this before but I can't be, can I? Am I pregnant? I throw the thought to the back of my mind as I wash my hands. When was I supposed to have my shot? Could it have failed me again? After all the events of the past four days I cant think clearly and I#m not sure on anything anymore. I put my hand to my stomach and immediately feel sick again. I rush to the toilet. I'm not sure if this time I'm being sick because my mind is working in overdrive. Oh god. What if I'm pregnant, Phoebes not even one yet. Will Christian be happy? I think he would be, he's dropped plenty of hints that he wants more children, it's just the timing is all wrong. I once again wash my hands and head out into the room and Christian is frantically looking towards the bathroom door waiting for me.
"Ana! What's wrong, were you being sick?" he asks as I walk back and perch on the bed. I have a feeling I probably look a little paler than when I left. He puts his hand over my head to see if I'm hot. I cant tell him I might be pregnant. Not now anyway as I don't even know myself. I've only been sick once, so maybe I'm overreacting. I decide to tell a little white lie.
"I had a horrible dream, and it made me feel sick," I get out still confused about what has just happened.
"Oh baby, do you want to talk about it." Christian asks grabbing hold of my hand and looking at me with worried eyes. I shake my head and he nods understandingly so I nuzzle into the bed next to his arm. He probably thinks it was about his accident in which case he wont peruse it and make me relive it again. Even though I completely made it up. My husband strokes my hair, but I feel like I'm about to breakdown. I have so many things going on inside my head. This Bernini guy. My husband getting shot. My children's safety. And now I'm worried I could be pregnant.
About half a hour later a nurse comes in and finally gives us some good news. The X-ray showed Christian's lungs are looking good, so they are going to take the chest tube out. Christian lets out a deep breath and I know how relieved he will be to be able to move about and be more independent again. A few other nurses come into the room for the procedure and ask me to step outside. I see the anger in Christians face and he uses his typically polite, Or not, Grey manners to ensure I stay.
"If you want to have a job by the end of the day, then you will let my wife stay with me," I shake my head at him, but inside I smile, I don't want to leave him.
I stand out of the way but so I can maintain eye contact with my husband and his eyes flick rapidly between what the nurses are doing and me. I hope they aren't hurting him. Eventually I hear them tell him to take a breath and hold it and I see him close his eyes as they pull it out. The whole thing makes me feel ill, but at least it will be gone now. After they have patched him up, they give him a list of instructions and tell him to call them immediately if he experiences any pain or distress. I try to listen, as I genuinely think Christian has zoned out and is just wanting them to get out of his personal space. When they leave I run up his bed, with a wide smile, which he returns.
"You'll be out of here in no time Mr Grey," I whisper letting my fingers run down his cheek and he smiles.
"Sooner the better if it means you will start taking care of yourself Ana," he says sternly. "Have you been eating?" he chastises but he knows I haven't really as I have barely left his side.
"Shush husband," I say putting my finger over his lips and he kisses it.
"What time is Gail bringing the children?" he asks, desperate to see them again. If I am pregnant I hope he's desperate for blip number three too. God, my world is turning into a carousel. Round and Round.
"Later, I'm not sure what time baby," I say. I'm thinking about asking Gail to get me a pregnancy test when she drops off the children and then she can sneak it back to me when she comes back. I know it's probably nothing but now I have this in my head, I have to find out yes or no as soon as possible. I know I can trust Gail not to say anything either way.
The door swings open and I see Elliot's head pop out.
"Is someone up for a couple of visitors bro?!" he asks grinning and he opens the door fully and Kate is stood there with the biggest bunch of flowers I have ever seen.
I see my husband's face light up and they both come into the room. Elliot gives Christian a little punch on the arm, and I know its their own way of expressing affection and Kate hugs me tightly.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't get here sooner Steele," she says, and I know she was out of town when it happened visiting her sick grandma. "I'm so glad he's okay, I've been worried sick," Kate cries and it makes me tear up. Even though she says it quietly, Christian latches on and expresses his disdain.
"It's Grey, Kate," he mutters under his breath. Kate lets me go and looks back.
"Well I see someone's clearly his usual snarky self," she smirks and Christian smiles. "No, I'm kidding I'm really glad your feeling better," she says and me and Elliot look on proud of them. They still don't see eye to eye the majority of the time, but they can pull together in times of crisis.
Elliot drags up a chair to the side of the bed, and positions it so when he stretches his legs they just rest of the side of Christian's bed.
"Make yourself at home bro, why don't you," Christian smirks and Elliot laughs until he receives his orders from Kate. "Put your feet down Elliot, for gods sake, this is a hospital." He does as he is told and it's clear who wears the trousers in their relationship.
"I see you've lost your balls since you married your delightful wife," Christian smirks his voice laced with sarcasm and Kate scowls at him, but I know Christian is only kidding. I love to see him make jokes, it makes me feel like he's really himself, emotionally as well as physically. Elliot makes a hmmpt noise and I see his mouth "Fuck off" to Christian who laughs.
Me and Kate get lost in conversation and I hear Elliot and Chrisitan talking.
"Finally, your starting to look less like a scientific experiment gone wrong and more like my brother again,"Elliot laughs and I see Christian dead eye him from the corner of my eye.
"Geeez thanks Elliot, confidence booster right there," Christian grimaces.
"Seriously though, It's good to see you looking brighter bro, I knew I didn't have to worry about you," Elliot jokes and I see Kate's attention avert from me to our boys.
"Hardly, I had him calling me every ten minutes to tell me how 'not' worried he was about Mr Billionaire over here," Kate jumps in and Elliot scowls at her a little embarrassed that she was exposing him.
"I've never heard him so upset, you should be honored Christian," she continues and if looks could kill I think Kate would be dead from the scowl Elliot is throwing at her.
"Alright Alright Kate," he says forcing the fakest smile on his face. "I think we get the message, I have a reputation to uphold you know, I don't want him to think I've gone soft, I'm still more than willing to kick his butt," and I laugh.
"As if you could," Christian retaliates with a grin.
"I'll let you have that one, because you're a little banged up at the moment, but just you wait till your back on your feet bro," Elliot saying clenching his fist and pretending to punch Christian.
"It's not my fault, men aren't willing to acknowledge their feelings, I'm sure you agree Ana?", and I just giggle. Kate is relentless, but Elliot knew this when he married her.
"He might be an ass 99% of the time, but he's still my little brother. Now swiftly moving on before we end up crying at a chick flick," Elliot says diverting the conversation from his emotions. I look up at my beautiful husband and I don't think he knows what to make of it all, but I know he would be exactly the same if anything happened to Elliot. I hope my children are so protective of each other when there older. My mind once again drifts to this morning. Am I pregnant?!
They leave about an hour later and I am really glad they came. I feel a lot more relaxed and happier and I think Christian does too. I hug Kate goodbye while Elliot hugs Christian, well more of a man hug but still. Elliot hugs me, and Kate kisses Christian on the cheek.
A little while later, the nurse brings some food for Christian and to my surprise me. I'm not sure exactly how my husband swindled this, but I guess it involves either a, flashing the cash, or b, threatening jobs. Typical Christian. The food doesn't look very appetizing and I see Christian look at it with disgust. When the nurse returns to take the plates, Christian informs her he will be putting in a complaint about the poor standard of food and I look on embarrassed and mouth 'He isn't, I'm sorry' to this poor women, who looks terrified.
My day is truly made when Gail and Taylor come into the room carrying my munchkins. Teddy is in Taylor's arms and Phoebe in Gail's.
"Daddy!" Teddy screams and Phoebe tries to copy him immediately after with a "Draddy!"
They walk to the side of the bed and Christian speaks.
"Taylor give him to me," Christian says and I look as him as if to say are you sure, and he nods. Taylor gives him to Christian and he sits him in his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around him, but Teddy squirms so he's stood up on the top of Christians legs.
"Teddy, careful with Daddy," I say and Christian offers me a smile. "Stop worrying Ana, he's not hurting me."
"When yeww coming home?" Daddy asks Christian pointing in his face accusingly.
"Soon buddy, I miss you lots though," and he bends his head into teddy's neck and starts blowing raspberries which makes my son laugh his little head off.
"I miss yew tooooo," he giggles, "Me glad you fweelin better Daddy," Teddy says and its literally the sweetest thing.
"Thankyou so much Gail, for everything," I say as Phoebe pokes me continuously in the face from my lap.
"You too Taylor," Christian adds to my comment smiling as Teddy rambles in front of him."
"It's really no problem Mr Grey," Taylor adds. "There is one thing though," and I see his face grow serious and Gail stiffens.
"There seems to be a small problem at Grey House," he adds and I see Christian tense.
"There is a unknown number who is continuously ringing the house number and hanging up. We are sure it's nothing to worry about but we are looking into tracking it as we speak."
"Honestly, don't worry, just focus on getting better Mr Grey," Gail adds but if she thinks he'll listen to her, she obviously hasn't worked for him long enough.
"Add extra security to the house, I don't care how much it costs," Christian barks and I see Ted flinch a little below him. "I need to make sure Gail and the children are safe at all times." Taylor nods.
Christian must have felt his little boy flinch because just like that he switches from angry CEO to doting daddy. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to frighten you," he says softly wrapping his arms tightly around his son and kissing his forehead. "Daddy just wants to make sure your all nice and safe, your so precious to me and I love you so much." I feel my tear ducks twinge and I'm sure Gail and Taylor feel the same.
"I love you to Daddy," Teddy says and for once it sounds perfectly clear. My clever little boy.
Phoebe starts to grow agitated and tries to crawl over to Christian.
"Shall we swap spawn husband?" I ask and he nods. Teddy screams "swapsiessss" and climbs into my lap and starts rambling and Christian holds tightly on his baby girl. I cant believe she's going to be one in a couple of weeks. At least Christian will be okay for her birthday, so we can celebrate as a family.
"Da, Da, Da," Phoebe says as Christian plays with her little curls in her beautiful hair. He lifts her up a little and I elbow him slightly and look at him questioningly. She might not weigh much but I don't want him to hurt his chest, and he still has the IV in his hand. He gets the hint and puts her gently back down helping her balance on his legs.
He kisses her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and her little chin, whispering "I love you" to her in between each time, making her giggle. He really is the best father in the world.
"Teddy can you just sit next to Daddy for a minute, I just want a word with Auntie Gail," I say and place him down on the bed stepping off it. I see Christian's head snap up questioningly and I whisper, "I just want to say thank her properly," which seems to satisfy him.
I gesture for Gail to move and we step outside the room. I bet this is driving Christian crazy. As soon as I step outside I feel my eyes start to well up and Gail immediately knows theres something wrong.
"Ana, what is it darling, Christians going to be okay," She says softly and I shake my head.
"It's not that," I say and I don't mean its not that as in, I'm not worried about him, cause I am but it's the other thing that's now dominating my thoughts.
"I worried I might be pregnant," I utter and I see the shock on her face. I cant help but burst into tears.
"Surely that's good news Ana," Gail soothes.
"I know, maybe but its so soon, and Christians not well, and what if he's angry," I ramble on hysterically. "I might not be anyway, I might just be being paranoid." I add.
"Ana, listen to me, Mr Grey would be over the moon, he loves those two children like nothing else," she says softly.
"I hope so," I sniffle. "I was wondering if while you leave the children here, you could maybe get me a pregnancy test?" I whisper, I don't know why thought its not like Christian can hear me through the door.
"Of course I will honey, try not to worry, Christian will be thrilled if it turns out you are," she says.
"Try not to tell Taylor, but I understand if you have to, I don't want Christian to think I'm going behind his back, but he's still fragile and I don't want to get his hopes up," I sigh, "or upset him without knowing first," I mutter on. "If it turns out I am, I'll tell him straight away," I add, I feel terrible not going to my husband first but I'm still worried about him, and I don't want to make it worse.
"I understand Ana, I'll bring back some snacks and I'll just slip it inside the bag and he will never know," she winks and I laugh through my tears.
"Thankyou so much, I honestly don't know what we would do without you, both of you," I add and she knows I mean Taylor.
"Have the children been good?" I ask quickly.
"They have been angels as always Ana." I give her one last hug and we go back into the room.
"There she is!" Christian says happily bouncing Phoebe on his legs before noticing my red eyes.
"Ana, what is it?" he asks and I can see the worry etched on his head.
"Just women and our crazy emotions," I say as I laugh and I think he buys it for now.
"I love you and your crazy emotions baby, but I don't like to see you cry," he says and I lean over Phoebe and kiss him softly.
"Right well we'll be off, we will be back for the children tomorrow Sir," Taylor says and Gail winks at me.
"Mommy why you cry?" Teddy asks as I sit back down on the bed next to Christian.
"I'm not sad baby, mommy's being silly." I say and he climbs into my lap.
"Silly mommy," my son says wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I sure am honey," I say stroking the back of his head.
"Are you sure you are okay Ana,?" Christian asks.
"I'm sure baby," I reply and smile and I lift my little man up and blow kisses on his tummy as his t-shirt rides up and he giggles.
We have lots of fun with the children in the next few hours and Teddy especially makes me giggle when he quizzes Christian on his treatment of Jake the Teddy. Christian is constantly on the defensive and it's the cutest thing to watch.
When Gail returns she nods and puts down a bag at the side of the bed.
"What's that?" Christian immediately asks. My husband does not miss a trick.
"Some snacks for you baby, but only if your good," I ask with a wink, and he laughs.
"Thankgod, I cant wait to beable to eat what I want, instead of this shitty hospital food!"
"I can always cook something and bring it Mr Grey," Gail chips in.
"No it's okay Gail, Ill manage, you already have enough on your plate as it is," Christian says unusually understanding, and Gail smiles and nods.
The goodbye with the children isn't as dramatic this time, as I think at least Teddy understands that Gail and Taylor are not lying when they say they will bring them to see us tomorrow. We give them lots of kisses and then say goodbye, but it still hurts.
Me and Christian cuddle for a little while, chatting quietly, and when he stops talking, I look up and see he has fallen asleep. Bless his heart, he looks so exhausted. I gently brush some of his hair away from his and eyes and gently try and extract myself from his arms unnoticed.
I need to know if were going to have another baby among all this chaos.
I grab the bag from the floor and rush into the on suite and I can feel the butterflies jumping about in my stomach as I pee on the stick, and wait for the results. I peek round the corner and see Christian is still fast asleep. I sit on the counter and wait, I feel like I'm going to be sick. What if this isn't what Christian wants, maybe his accident has changed things. I know he says he wants lots of children but maybe he doesn't mean now. I worry myself to death as I look down at the stick in my hand and take a deep breath.
"What the hell do you mean Taylor, I don't like this! I don't like it at all," I hear Christians angry voice resonate from the room and rush back to my husband. He was just asleep a second ago how is he now on the phone I wonder. I enter the room and he offers me a brief smile. "What's wrong I mouth" and he shakes his head. "Taylor this is worse than I thought, something bigger is going on here, the flowers and that note, the phone calls and now this! I need my family safe!" Christian rants and I just want to know what's happened.
"Calm down," I mouth to him and he weakly smiles.
"Okay, right, call me if anything changes," Christian finally snaps and hangs up.
"What's happened?" I ask and I am worried, as my husband drags his hand through his hair.
"Taylor thinks they were followed on their way home," Christian says voice void of emotion and I put my hand to my mouth.
"Paparazzi?" I question, but I know in reality this would have been ruled out.
"No," he responds brooding.
"What did they do?" I ask, worried for my babies.
"Taylor managed to lose them, and they are trying to chase the plates now," Christian says formally and takes a deep breath.
I feel the tears well up and this is just too much too take in. So much has happened in the past few days and I'm sick of the drama. I just want a nice, quiet, happy life with my husband and our three children. Three I think, I have to tell him now.
"Ana, what have I told you about those tears, dry your eyes baby," Christian says wiping the tears. "Nothing's going to happen to Ted or Phoebe I promise," and I nod.
"It's not that," I whisper.
"What is it?," he asks, " I knew there was something wrong, Ana tell me?" and I just cry some more. "Baby are you okay, please tell me theirs nothing wrong with you?", he asks urgently and I know I have to tell him, because I know he will have all sorts of horrible things running through his head right now.
"I'm pregnant," I whisper, before adding "again," with a nervous laugh and I watch his face for a reaction.
I see his eyes widen and his mouth drops open like he's catching flies.
"Christian say something," I say sobbing into my sleeve. I knew it, I knew it was too soon.
"Baby, why on earth are you crying?" he asks tilting my head up with his hand.
"I don't know, I just thought.." I cry.
"Thought what, this is the best news I've heard in weeks!" he says grinning and moves into kiss me and I feel a massive weight lift off my shoulders.
"Really?!" I question and I start to smile.
"Of course, why in the world would you think I wouldn't be happy," he says and puts his arms around me the best he can.
"I don't know, I just thought with everything that's happened," I mutter on into his shoulder.
"Ana, your silly if you think this has changed anything. I think I'm literally the happiest man on the planet right now, Mrs Grey!" I start to say something but my excited husband interrupts. "I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?!" he says excitedly. "I cant wait," he says placing his hand on my flat stomach.
What would of happened if Christian had died. I was pregnant with our baby and he would never have found out. I feel horrified and my hand flies to my mouth in dread as I rock in his arms crying. Our poor baby would have had to have grown up without his father. This makes me hate the man who did this a thousand times more.
"Ana, I'm happy, remember, stop crying baby!" he laughs pulling me closer.
"Christian you could have died, without knowing about our baby," I whisper, terrified. "They would of never have had a father," I continue.
"But I didn't, I'm right here baby, and I promise I will take better care of myself for the two of you, and Ted and Phe," he smiles but I'm sure he'll of thought the same thing as me.
"I love you so bloody much Mr Grey," I say through my now slowing tears.
"I love you too, there is nothing else in this world, that could make me as happy as you," he whispers.
"Not even your money?" I joke, pulling back and looking at him.
"It doesn't even come close," he says and kisses me again.
Thankyou so much for the reviewss, i hope you like this chapter. Please please reviewwwwwww! I love readng them xxxxxx
edittt, I'm really sorry i'm clearly having a brain to story malfunction in writing Grace instead of Phoebe for their daughter. I even checked this chapter and when pointed out I still had managed to confuse it about three times! I guess I'll have to triple check next time! ahhhh!