Fifty Shades of Life – Chapter 7
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A/N: Hello! So, I've had some free time and decided to write another chapter! I now have 70 people following this story and to me, it's such an honour. Thank you! I want to dedicate this chapter to ShadoeCoon for some crazy awesome ideas! My chapters have been quite short but I'm not sure whether you guys like long chapters or short. Remember, I write to please you so please do tell me what you'd like :)
Lying in bed contentedly with Christian, just before either of us have to get up, I suddenly jump out of bed and rush to the toilet, throwing up violently.
"Ana!" Christian rushes in, seeing me kneeling next to the toilet seat. He runs to my side, holding my hair out of the way. I continue to retch until I'm left feeling empty.
I push Christian away and flush the toilet. "I'm sorry you had to see that." I mutter.
"Sorry?" Christian replies, appalled. "Ana, you have nothing to be sorry for. Are you alright? Is it food poisoning? Do you need to see a doctor?" He clutches my face, staring into my eyes, gray to blue.
"I think… I think it's morning sickness, from the pregnancy. Hey there little blip." I reach down to rub my stomach in small circles.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to call Dr. Green?"
"Christian, really, I'll be okay." I roll my eyes. Christian, always overreacting.
He leans down to give me a kiss but I stop him. "Er, maybe after I brush my teeth." Christian chuckles at me.
Half an hour later, we're both sitting at the counter, waiting for Gail to serve us breakfast. Christian is reading the papers while I sip my tea.
"Ana… maybe you shouldn't go to work today-"
I cut him off. "Christian, I'm fine, really. This is normal."
Gail places scramble eggs in front of me and I gobble it down in record time. Kissing Christian goodbye and grabbing my keys, I head to work. With two manuscripts that needs to be done before checking out the new house with Christian. I tell Hannah to tell Roach I'll be leaving early because I have plans with Christian. My email pings, alerting me of new mail.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: How are you feeling?
Date: September 26, 2011 11.17
To: Anastasia Grey
Are you alright? How are you feeling?
Christian Grey
Anxious CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Overreacting
Date: September 25, 2011 11.20
To: Christian Grey
Mr. Grey
I think your hair is going to turn prematurely gray if you don't stop worrying! I'm fine.
I love you.
Ana. x
Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Caring husband
Date: September 26, 2011 11.23
To: Anastasia Grey
Mrs. Grey, I am only looking out for your well being because I love you.
I will pick you at 4.30 later.
Christian Grey
Old CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
After finishing one manuscript, I eat my sandwich that Gail has prepared for me. I mull over the idea of Christian's real father. Who could he be? Why do I even care so much? If Christian's father never helped him before, why would he care now? I suddenly feel very stupid. What am I doing? Digging into unknown matters. You're only looking for trouble! My inner goddess screams at me.
The ringing of my phone startles me, almost making me drop my nearly finished sandwich. It's a private number. I hesitate but curiosity takes over and I answer.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Grey? Barney here."
"Oh, Barney! Found anything?"
"Yes. I'll email you the details."
"Thank you so much."
"Not a problem ma'am."
I hang up and check my email. Scanning through the information that Barney has sent me, my eyes widen in shock, and I feel faint. A knock on my door makes me jump as Hannah pops her head in.
"Ana, message for you." She walks in and hands me a note in an envelope.
"What's this?"
"No idea. Just came in"
"Oh, alright. Thanks Hannah."
My fingers already shaking from the contents of the email, I open the letter.
Why are you looking for me?