I don't own the characters in this work except the ones i created. The rest are the property of E.L. James. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

I know for some this might be boring, but remember it's only the beginning, you'd love what's yet to come. Enjoy, give reviews. And a tiny disclaimer, i'm sorry if there might be some grammatical or spelling mistakes as English is not my mother tongue so forgive me for that i'll try to work on to in the future :) .

xx

Sometimes, entering the Grey's house is more like entering a zoo. Everyone is in the go. And I do mean everyone. Every other weekend, my brother and his wife Molly plus their three identical boys, Christine, Cory and Andrew. My older sister phoebe and her husband Tim along with their two daughters, Sophia and Isabella also my other sister Elizabeth and her husband Max and their twins, Madison, Noah. I know that was a lot of children. Not to mention my uncle Elliot and my Aunt Kate and Aunt Mia and uncle Ethan and all of my cousins. Told you it was a zoo, but I love those people to death.

"Aunt Evieeeeee" my five years old niece came running with chocolaty hands towards me.

"Sofieee, come here my little love bug" she loves it when I call her that, so naturally I giggle at her giggling. God I love this little human.

I hold her up then walk towards the kitchen to see my mother, sister in law and my older sister phoebe and her husband Tim all gathered in the kitchen making salads and other stuff I can't make myself interested to learn. "Hi guys"

"Hay sis"

"Hay Eves"

"Hi Evy"

After the hellos and the hugs, we all head back towards our huge backyard where is the rest of them barbecuing and drinking beer and watching the children.

I head towards my father. "Hay daddy" I say while kissing his cheek and hugging him. "Hi sweetie, how are you? We missed you around here, why don't you move back home with me and your mother?"

"Leave her alone Christine" warns mom

This is typical dad. We had lunch the other day but he acts like he never sees me.

Uncle Elliot drowns me in his famous bear hugs. After basically half an hour walking around saying hello and hugging everyone I finally able to relax and drink some orange juice and rum also known as screwdriver. Never understood the name until one of Lucy's famous nights in.

"So, met anyone new?" I know this is my mother's way of making sure I won't die alone, but still.

My aunt Kate laughs at my mother poor attempt to bring the subject of why I don't date. " oh Ana, leave the poor girl alone, remember when your mother used to ask you that when you were exactly her age?"

"No!"

My father smirk besides her "of course you don't"

My mother's face turns pink and we all laugh. God I like being around those people. They are my life.

Another thing I love about being home is being around my old room. I know it's not something a 22 years old grown woman would say normally, but I love my room, and this house in general, I've always felt at ease in it.

I turn around and look around our garden, my eyes waver to the huge pool, now protected with a wooden fence to protect the kids from falling in. I remember when I fell when I was just 4 years old, I don't know why I remember it because I was so young but it must be the reason why I'm so afraid of water.

Dad tried to make me learn how to swim but I refuse and started screaming whenever he tried to put me in pools, no matter the size. So instead of learning how to swim, I learned to speak French, and Italian and a little Arabic . Also learned judo and self defense art. And just like dad I can play the Piano very well.

Thinking about languages made me think of the year I spend at Italy as an exchange student, it was kind of a bitter sweet. Despite the fact that I made someone fall in love with then ran off back home without a warning, I'd say it was a good experience.

I don't have a reason to be this emotionally distant from men. I had sexual experiences with my Italian hottie and I loved it so much but it's the "I love yous" that scare the shit out of me, I hate commitment, so whenever the guys I date bring out family and meeting their mothers and showing any signs of emotions for that matter I bolt.

Ugh I sound like a man who doesn't want to get settled but it is what it is I guess. I don't sleep with those men so I'm not like a slut or something, I've only had one sexual partner, but sex is not the problem here. I am. This is why I keep seeing my shrink twice a week. Because I need it.

I would never forget the time my dad saved my life when I was 15 …