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Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Fifteen

Christian never expected to contemplate divorce. Hell, he never expected to be in the married type of man that would elude onto a legal separation but, here he was weighing up the decision. If he were sitting here days ago, just after losing his memory, he would have slapped that divorce down and dealt with everything after but, now he felt differently. He felt something for Ana and it was strong and so set deep he couldn't deny it. He laughed at himself. Here he was plotting out what to do with his life whilst his wife, known to him or not, sat out with his mother ill.

How could he even think about this when she was so ill right now?

Giving up, and deciding he couldn't go through with divorcing Ana right now, he could hear steps approaching. He waited for the knock and called whoever was there in. He watched as Elena come in and he was still so shocked at her. She wasn't the woman he remembered; she was much more relaxed, loved up and happy. Not so prepared to command and order like she used to be.

"What's up, Elena?" He asked with a heavy sigh, his hand running over his tired face and felt ready to just cave and hide under his desk.

"I thought I would tell you that your mother's about to leave," Elena told him casually as she stood in the doorway. "She's just giving Ana another scolding and then leaving. Seriously your wife is one of the most unbelievably stubborn assed women," Elena saw Christian's eyes shine at her saying that and she hated him looking so lost. "Sorry, I know you don't remember her like that."

"I don't remember her at all," Christian grumbled and stood up. "What did my mom have to say?"

"Another UTI apparently according to the test she did here but, she is trying to get Ana to leave and go to the hospital for a routine check up," Elena gave a shrug. "If I had it my way I'd drag her."

"Why won't you?" Christian asked back as if it were Elena's job to do so and not his.

Elena shot him a look but turned and left him behind. She was going to bit her tongue and not speak what was on her mind right now. She wished she could go at Christian like Elliot had earlier but, she knew Ana was not up to more arguing. Not when she needed looking after.

As they both walked out they heard Grace speaking to Ana in a firm and yet oh so soft tone, "I wish you would let me take you in, Ana. We can get you better and quicker." She sighed, "I just know you won't rest whilst you are here, Sweetie. I know you too well."

"I know I never rest," Ana claimed back, "I plan to do that now. I just want to be better and I want to do it at home. I'm happy here." And in denial to let her husband out of her sight right now.

Grace pursed her lips in displeasure, "I will be back after my shift to check on you." She looked to Kate, "I expect you to keep her like this until then. Am I understood?" She asked of Kate as she pulled the blanket more around Ana, not quite ready to head to work.

"Of course," Kate smirked, "I have the rest of my week booked off and most of that time will be making sure my girl here gets better. Plus Mia's going to come over later and take charge."

"Oh great," Ana scoffed, "I won't be getting any rest then."

Grace laughed, "I'll make sure my daughter tones it down."

Christian stood in the doorway. He might have woken up without any memories but, when he looked at Ana he did feel emotions, he was attracted and he wondered if this was a new turn of events. How could he not be? Even ill Ana radiated beauty. She literally pulsated every good element a perfect woman could and what more could he want when everyone loved her? He wondered if this was what everyone had always been like in regards to Ana for a split second his conscience took over, making him acknowledge what he was feeling. Was this what she made him feel when they first met?

"I'll be keeping her away from any and all excitement and stress," Kate commented and flicked a critical gaze at Christian as if to lay the law down. "She'll get TV and rest and everything brought to her. Elena and I will be a double force."

Christian could see how unhappy Ana was with her independency being snatched away from her and he had to smirk. She was such a defiant little beast that he found it a pleasurable to watch. More and more he saw that she was desirable and she was a match made for him.

Turing his head a little, he looked to Kate and wondered if he ever warmed up to her because right now he couldn't say he did but, she looked after Ana and loved her enough to put her life on hold for her and he found that admirable. He would grin and bear it all for her.

Finally standing up, Grace allowed Ana to curl up against Kate as Elena took her seat on the other side of Ana and she turned and approached her son. "You be okay?" Grace asked him gently and surveyed his face. She didn't get an answer, "Walk me out."

Listening Christian just followed Grace away from the three girls and remained silent. He had no need for words when they were futile.

Turning on her heels, Grace looked at her on before allowing her motherly instinct to kick in and work hard, "You're both fragile and this will take time. I expect you to still be here and not out doing anything stupid when I get back later."

Christian just hugged his mother, a little tighter than normal, and then let her out.

He would pay for his mistake of bringing Leila home for the rest of his waking days.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Fifty Degrees of Love -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Hours later, after having to leave, Christian was left alone with Ana. He had gone into the master bedroom to grab some clothes to take with him into the guestroom. He had given up the fight of trying to reclaim back the master room. Ana was ill; she needed a creature comfort like that room to help her feel better.

He went into the bathroom to see if anything was in there he would need and immediately was stopped in his paces. Seeing the empty boxes around the sink he went over and reached to grab one of the multiple pregnancy tests. Grappling for one of the boxes he cross-matched to see which symbol was which. Christian felt his blood course through him, red hot and burning his veins and arteries to a thinner thickness.

There was clearly a new problem on their hands here.

Storming from the room, feet smacking the ground in loud resounding thuds, Christian let his breath hiss and heave as he went straight for Ana who was left in the living room. He threw the white stick at her before laying heavily into her with his accusations, "Is this why you won't go to the hospital?" He asked and saw her sit up gingerly, looking down at the test. "Scared I might find out you're pregnant?"

"This isn't mine," She murmured weakly, way too out of sorts to be dealing with his attitudes. However she brought herself to her feet, holding the stick up and sticking to her claim.

"Don't fucking lie! You left them in the bathroom, Anastasia!" He bellowed at her, and now he saw her flinch he knew it wasn't because she was scared but, suffering a headache. "So are you and I expectant parents?"

"No," She replied honestly but, she saw he didn't agree with that answer either.

"I won't ask you again, Anastasia," He snapped back at her, "Are you pregnant?"

"I'm not," She argued back but Christian wasn't having any of it. "Kate's pregnant!" Ana shouted at him to make him not even dare argue with him. "I wasn't meant to tell you until Elliot knew. Apparently you and I struggle with the baby making department and gave up trying months ago." She was shocked for a moment when she saw a look burst into the grey orbs at her, "So don't worry, you're sperm failed again." She meant it as a joke but, she saw Christian's expression begin to darken and she realised she had forgotten that this wasn't the Christian that took jokes and joked back. This Christian didn't take sarcasm when the moments were tense and he certainly didn't laugh anymore.

However, he did huff laughter to just show how guarded he was by her attitude, "Has that been medically proven?" He asked her and he saw her answer in the gaze she gave back and he took his opportunity to pounce. "We are never not bringing a child into this world!" Christian waved the failed test, "So you best be glad these are negative!"

"Or what?" Ana dared to ask and hated herself for her altruistic mannerisms.

Christian's grin became ugly and twisted with smugness, "I'll divorce you and sue you for entrapment!"

Ana gasped, "What are you actually saying?"

"I am saying that if you got me pregnant I would claim that you tricked me into having sex with you the other night so that you could get pregnant," He told her with tone full of intent, each punctuation made, each syllable spoken clearly. "I'll say you took advantage of me and my memory loss to get pregnant so that I wouldn't leave you. You have motive."

And it suddenly dawned upon her, and Ana felt her stomach revolt at the dawn of realisation, "You actually are a monster."

"And we have a breakthrough!" Christian exclaimed as she ran off and away from him, heading towards the bedroom. Conversely, even though he had made a point, Christian wasn't happy with himself. He was just becoming more lost and more distant from the man he yearned to be.

Ana didn't stop until she was locking herself into the master bathroom. Ana just slid down the door and waited, silent sobs cascading from her, and listened for Christian to leave. The resounding door slamming did the job and she just remained put wondering if she stopped moving then she might just disappear.

She just tried to breathe as minimal as possible in order to just make it passed this hurt.

Suddenly, as a result of the stress, the upset and the infection in her body, Ana bolted across the bathroom on all fours and threw up into the toilet. She heaved and coughed and felt her misery beginning to sink lower than rock bottom and to top it all her pain in her side only got worse with each new retching.

Pushing herself up onto wobbly legs, Ana felt like her limbs were made of jello and she used the sink to steady herself. Turning on the water she rinsed her mouth and splashed the cool water onto her face before attempting to stand up straight. Immediately she was bent again and whimpering at the pain pulsating from her side. With only Christian in the apartment, Ana refused to ask for help thinking this would just pass. It wouldn't be like he would care anyway. After all, he didn't want a life with her if he didn't want children like he had done anymore, and just the thought made the pain grow tenfold and she doubled over. Something was really wrong.

As it got worse and began to spread, Ana forced her independence aside and knew she had to beg for help or get it herself. She just didn't know what would happen first and a part of her stupidly prayed it was Christian she found first rather than her phone.

Walking out of the room, her vision swam and she felt the wall next to her take her entire body weight and she stilled for a moment to gather some composure. Again she doubled in pain and howled out as the power of the pain become excruciating. She wanted to drop to her knees but she had to get some form of help.

Skidding her feet along the floor, just managing the art of right, left, right she edged slower and slower towards Christian's office and felt like she was still a grand distance away. It didn't even matter that the door was right in front of her, she knew she wouldn't make it. The goal might have been golden and laced with help but, her body was now paying for her lies and cover ups.

The pain exploded in her side and lower back and even though she was sure Christian hated her he wouldn't be able to ignore her screams – surely? As if to show his heart was growing back, Ana saw his door open and he stepped out into the open, his eyes searching for the source of the noise as if he didn't want to believe it was her.

Who else would it be when they were alone for the moment?

Looking at him, her eyes pleading him, she suddenly began to drop as if her legs were no longer supporting her body at all and suddenly the pain in her side was replaced as the entirety of her right side was masked with the impact of the panelled oak flooring.

She just about saw Christian's feet before she was lifted off of the floor and into his strong arms. She stared at him regardless of her head lolling around as he ran with her in his arms and she watched him talk to her, his face contorted with seriousness and alarm, except there was no noise.

Every sense in her body was shutting down until it – all – went – black.