A/N: Sorry I've taken so long to update this! D: I've been quite busy lately; but I promise more frequent updates from now on. Thank you all for your reviews. They really do make me smile. And also, thanks alot to the people who pointed out that there is a story similar to mine on the site! I literally had no idea -.-'' I really should check out more Fifty Shades stories xD
Anyways to the story.
BTW: I'm sorry if I don't exactly keep Anastasia in character. She is going to be kind of OOC in this fiction; she is stuck in another time of her life after all. I plan on making her more funny and rebelious, which you guys hopefully find okay!
P.S: Ana is 25 and Christian is 31 (tell me if I have his age wrong please xD) making Teddy four and Phoebe one.
Anastasia's P.O.V
"A-Ana," he stutters as we stare at eachother. My eyes are wide with confusion, and I have an eyebrow raised . I run a hand through my dark hair, closing my eyes tightly as I do. When they re-open I reconnect them with the copper haired man sitting before me. My head is pouding and my vision is slightly blurry, but I can see him clear as daylight sitting on a chair beside the bed I'm in. He looks shocked, happy but at the same time scared. I can feel his clammy hand clutching mine tightly as if he's scared I'll run off, which I probably would do if I didn't feel like I'd just been out drinking all night and was now suffering the consequences.
"I need a drink," I mutter as I close my eyes again. I have no idea who this man is, where I am or what the hell has happened to me, but I know thirst when I feel it. And right now I am parched!
"Oh Ana!" He exclaims and my eyes spring open when I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me into a hug. He kisses my hair repeatedly, as if we've known eachother for a long time. I push him away quite aggresivley, scrunching my face up as I do. I don't really appreciate the affection he's showing me; it's just so strange to be smothered with kisses and hugs from a complete stranger. When he looks back down at me I see hurt in his grey eyes. His lips part for a second ,as if he's going to say something to me, but they close almost immediatley, pressing into a hard line. The hurt vanishes from his eyes and they seem to darken
"I'll get the nurse." He says totally emotionlessly as he turns towards the door and leaves.
After about an hour of being filled in on what's happened to me, asked questions and the copper haired, grey eyed man gawping at me, I find myself alone in my room at last. The situation is so hard to get my head around...I have amnesia...I'm married to that man...I'm not the 21 year old girl I remeber myself being. My head feels like it's spinning as I lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed and my thoughts are all tangled and entwined.
From what I remember, I'm a twenty one year old working at Claytons hardware store and graduating...that crash did some damage. I can't grasp the situation properly; it's just so...peculiar. Especially when I heard I was married to...what was his name again? Christopher? No...Christian. He'd held my hand all through the nurse talking to me and it felt like a stranger. I don't remember him at all. I literally have no recollection of ever meeting him...ever!
I'm torn out of my thoughts when I hear his gruff, yet somehow smooth, voice
"What are you thinking about?"
I rip my eyes away from the dull white wall and look over to the door where he's standing, staring at me with those intense grey eyes. I stare right back at him, trying to comprehend the fact he's my husband. Wow...I did good!
"You," I reply blankly then signall for him to take a seat "I want to talk to you."
He stares at me for what seems like an eternity before hesitantly making his way over to the blue plastic chair situated beside my bed. He's dressed sharply in a grey suit, and his hair is tousled all over the place. He's holding a cup of what seems to be almost empty coffee in both hands as he places his elbows on his knees and leans forward slightly in his chair.
"Okay. I'm here. Talk." His voice is low, almost seductive and he stares straight into my eyes when he talks to me. I clear my throat, plucking up the courage to speak to him without sounding shaky. God, he looks so intimidating!
"So...you're my husband then?" It's all I can say. My throat suddenly feels dry and I need another drink again.
A ghost of a smile plays at his lips as he nods his head and replies "Looks that way." He takes a small sip of the coffee and I eye it, trying to pass over a hint that I need a drink. He doesn't seem to get the hint.
"So I'm Mrs," I stop, suddenly realizing I can't remember his second name. Wow my memory is really going down the drain after the accident. I have to stifle a giggle; but I honestly don't know why I'm about to laugh. Maybe it's because he's waiting for my answer, and looks completley oblivious to the fact I've forgotten who I am!
I let out a sigh and with it comes a small giggle "I'm so sorry...I can't remember my second name."
He rolls his eyes jokingly "Grey, baby. You're Mrs Grey."
Anastasia Grey...
I shuffle in my bed so that I'm sitting up. I wince when I feel a bearable amount of pain shoot through my back, and Christian's arms are outstreched instantly. I glance at him with a half smirk but I see by his face he finds none of this funny. His seriousness is making me nervous and I do what I remeber being good at. Laughing the tention off.
"I'm glad you find this situation so funny, Anastasia." He says and I can tell by his tone he's kind of angry. I stop laughing and look at him, my eyes searching his face, trying to read his expression.
"Oh come on," I say after a while of awkward staring "lighten up crabby pants. I'm awake now. It's not like I'm going to die."
He glares at me "But you fucking could have. I told you to be careful on the roads Anastasia! I told you so many times! And now look what's happened to you - you can't remember anything!"
His voice is full of anger, sadness and worry and it makes me feel...strange. I'd never really seen a man like this over me...atleast from what I can remember. I just really cannot help making a smart remark
"Well, I remember some things. Things that don't involve you. In fact, I basically don't even know who you are Mr Grey." It's not supposed to come out sounding harsh, but it does. He stares at me in what I think is disbelif. What, have I never snapped at him before?!
"Ana...please don't shout; you're stressing yourself out and it's not good for you right now."
I widen my eyes at him and stare at him for a few seconds before running my hand through my hair "Can you call my friend Kate please? I'd like to see a familiar face right now."
"I'm a familiar face." He says abruptly, downing some more of his coffee yet still keeping eye contact with me. I frown at him
"Can you just...call her please? Why am I asking you- you don't even know her!" I mentally slap myself. He chuckles
"Oh, I know her Ana. And my brother knows her too." He smiles at me, but I don't know what kind of smile it is. What does he mean by that?
"Are you trying to say you've both had sex with her or something?" I raise my eyebrows and stare at him, awaiting his reply. As I asked him he was taking a sip of his coffee. It doesn't stay in his mouth for long afterwards. As soon as the question pings inside of his head, he splutters out his coffee back into his cup then glares at me.
"No I am not Ana! My brother, Elliot, is married to her." He doesn't look amused at all as he wipes the coffee away from his stubble. His facial expression softens and he leans back in the uncomfortable looking chair
"I've been really worried Ana. I was so scared you weren't going to wake up, and now that you have woken up you can't remember me. I don't care about that though - the nurse says your memory could return gradually. Honestly, Ana, you scared the shit out of me." He leans forward again and places his big hand ontop of mine, gently squeezing it. I sit there awkwardly
"I'm going to make sure you're never put in any kind of danger again. You're just so stubborn." He sighs and I feel his grip tighten on my hand "I just thank god you're alive and the situation isn't worse."
I pull my hand away from his "Worse? I don't see how things could be any worse than they are, Christian. Are you expecting me to go back to just loving you again? I don't remember you. You feel...like a stranger to me. I'm sorry Christian, but I just can't remember you no matter how hard I try."
"Ana...please...let me show you our love again," he places his hand on mine again and looks me dead in the eye "I can't loose you again...I wont. It's too much."
I shake my head ,hastily, smiling at the whole situation. He realizes the humour on my face and sighs
"Seriously, Ana, what is so funny?"
"Just this whole thing...it's crazy; we're married, Kate's married...jesus. I can't grasp this. I need to be alone again...please."
Christian doesn't even argue with me. He just gets up huffily and strolls out of the door turning back at the doorway "I'll be back in half an hour...I'll bring you something to eat. You look famished." With that said he leaves. I wait until I can no longer hear his footsteps before biting my lip and shakily climbing out of bed. It feels strange when my bare feet meet with the cold floor. Once I'm up I sway a little but finally regain my balance and feel better. Being stuffed up in here and finding out news that I have amnesia is stressful. I need some air.
I slowly and carefully walk over to the mirror that hangs up on the wall above a small sink. I grasp the sink tightly, feeling exhausted again. I take a shaky breath and look into the mirror. I gasp when I see the person staring back. I do not remember looking like this!
I have these perfectly plucked eyebrows and my skin is looking so healthy...apart from the few grazes from the accident and my black eye. My cheeks are a light shade of pink and if I'm honest, I look better than I've ever looked. Did I seriously forget what I looked like? Wow, this is a shock.
With a small smile to myself, I make my way over to the doorway and peer out into the long corridors. It's not at all busy. I bit my lip again, it's a habbit, before taking a step outside. I was told to rest, but I really need some air.
After all Christian wont mind...neither will the nurses.
Well, that's what I thought...
Thanks for reading please review!
Sorry it ended kind of abruptly. Atleast I added some Christian/na x'D
I hope you guys enjoyed and until next time goodbye! ;D
-xShatteredRose
