APOV

The next morning, I wake up wrapped in Christian's arms. I carefully turn to face him. He's sleeping so peacefully. I take this time to just admire him. He blinks open his eyes and looks at me. He stretches and yawns. I smile.

"Good morning, handsome."

"Good morning, beautiful."

We kiss.

We get out of bed and put on some pajamas. I giggle. We should wear pajamas to bed not when we wake up. We walk out to main room and into the kitchen. José is eating cereal. Christian sits next to José. I go to the cabinet to get a mug, for Christian's coffee.

"Don't you want a real breakfast, José?"

"Well, yeah. But you were still sleeping." He takes another bite of his cereal. "I'll eat this and whatever you make."

I giggle. I get Christian a cup of coffee and give him a kiss when I hand it to him. Then I start cooking our breakfast. I put their plates in front of them and sit next to Christian to eat mine.

"Oh, José." I say to him. "I'd like a tattoo like Christian's. Do you have time to do it, before you leave?"

"Yeah, sure."

After we finish our breakfast, Jose gets his bag and starts setting up. I move my engagement ring to my right ring finger.

"I'd like it to be in Christian's handwriting."

"Okay." José says.

"Why the fuck didn't I think of that?" I giggle at Christian.

Christian writes his name down on a piece of paper. I put my hand out for Jose and Christian holds my other hand. I squeeze Christian's hand when José starts. When he's finished he tells me to leave my ring off that ringer for awhile. I let him know I will, I'll just leave it on my right hand until I can move it back. I look at my finger. It looks great! José packs his stuff up and heads home. Christian and I thank him for coming this weekend and say we'll see him Saturday.

Christian and I spend the rest of Sunday alone together.

After we have lunch, Christian wants to go for a drive. He drives his R8, with Taylor and Sawyer following. There's something so sexy about seeing Christian drive. The way he looks so in control. I bite my lip, starring at him. He stops at a stoplight. He looks at me and his eyes go straight to my lip. His eyes darken and his breathing increases. I squirm in my seat getting wet. He reaches over and pulls my lip free.

"Don't bite you're lip, baby." He says huskily. "You know what that does to me." He adjusts his pants.

He continues to drive after the light has turned green. Christian's phone rings. He pushes a button and answers it, using his hands-free.

"Grey."

"Christian it's Dr. Flynn. I'm sorry this is last minute, I know your wedding is on Saturday. I thought Rhain had called your mother to give our RSVP. She just informed me, she thought I would let you know in session. Well I haven't seen you in awhile, so I didn't. I hope it's not to let to give our RSVP for Saturday?" Dr. Flynn? Why is he inviting his doctor?

"No. It's fine. It's not too late. I'll let my mother know."

"Thank you, Christian. Is everything going well since we last talked?"

Christian shifts in his seat and runs his hand through his hair. Oh, no. Is everything okay? He only does that when he's upset or frustrated. Or nervous.

"Yeah." Christian looks uncomfortable. Why? "But I don't have time to talk right now." He glances at me then back to the road. "I'm driving and you're on speaker." He is nervous. Why?

"I see. Alright. Well, Rhian and I will see you Saturday. Unless, of course, you need me sooner."

"Yup."

Christian quickly hangs up.

"Who is Dr. Flynn?"

"My shrink." He runs his hand through his hair again. Christian has a therapist?

"I thought we were only inviting close friends and family?"

"I don't have any friends, but I'd consider John a friend. He's someone I can talk to. He gives me advice."

"John?" I thought his name was Flynn?

"John Flynn." Oh, right.

"What does he advise you to do?"

"Well, he advised me to ask you out to dinner." He smirks. "Which you, of course, declined my offer." I giggle.

"Good thing you don't take 'no' as an answer."

"I'm a man that knows what he wants." He brings my hand to his lips kissing it. "I want you." I want you, too!

Christian continues to drive until we're in a neighborhood, with kids playing basketball, riding their bicycles or running through sprinklers in their yards. It's very wholesome. It makes me homesick and comforts me at the same time. Weird. I wonder what we're doing here. Perhaps we're going to visit someone? Dr. Flynn?

A few minutes later, Christian turns and we're confronted by 6 foot high, metal gates and stone walls. Christian punches a number into a keypad and the gates swing open. He glances at me. He still looks nervous. Why? He drives through the open gates and down the tree-lined property. There's even a meadow. It's beautiful. The lane curves around and opens into a sweeping driveway in front of an impressive house with a four-car garage. I wonder who lives here? Christian parks and switches off the car's engine. He looks anxiously at me.

"Ready?"

"Where are we?" I look back at the house. "Who lives here?"

He ignores my questions. He kisses my hand. "Let's go."

He gets out and walks around to open my door. We walk up to the front door together, holding hands. The double doors open, revealing a women in a suit. She smiles at us.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Grey."

"Miss Kelly." They shake hands. "This is my fiancé. Anastasia Steele." He puts his hand on my lower back.

She smiles at me and holds out her hand. "Olga Kelly." We shake hands.

"Ana." Who is this woman?

I look at Christian. Miss Kelly moves aside and Christian leads me inside. It's empty. Completely empty. I look around, but Christian doesn't give me time to actually look at anything. He grabs my hand and leads me through the archway in front of us.

"Come with me." He says.

He takes me through the main living area. Empty. He heads across the room and outside, through open French doors to a large terrace. Outside there is a football field of manicured lawn, but beyond that is the view. Wow! It's breathtaking. The back of the house faces the Sound. I'm starring at the view, absorbing the beauty. I reluctantly turn my eyes away from the gorgeous view, to look at Christian. He's already looking at me. Still anxious.

"Do you like it?" He breaths.

"The view?" He nods. "I love it." I whisper. "It's beautiful, Christian." I look back at the view once more.

"How would you like to look at it for the rest of your life?" He whispers. I whip my face back to his. What? "I've always wanted to live on the coast. I've sailed up and down the Sound, looking at these houses. This place hasn't been on the market long." He runs his hand through his hair. "I bought it." He what?! "I want to demolish it and build a new house. A family home - for us." He whispers. His eyes glow with hopes and dreams.

"You've bought it?" He nods. "Live here?" I ask him. In this beautiful haven. I look back out towards the sound, then back to the big house. "For the rest of our lives?" I ask, still in my daze

"If you don't like it, I can put it back on the market."

"No. It's great. But why do you want to demolish the house?"

"I'd like to make a more sustainable home for us, using the latest ecological techniques. Elliot could build it for us."

"Couldn't you make the existing house more ecological and self-sustaining?"

"I'd have to ask Elliot. He's the expert in all this. The existing house has a master suite and there are five additional bedrooms for kids." Kids?! I push the thought hastily out of my head. I have too much to process already. Christian holds me and smirks. "If we need more bedrooms. Elliot can always add more." He says very cocky, his hands roaming down to my ass. My eyes pop open wide in horror. More than five bedrooms! "A lot to take in?" I nod. I can't speak.

I'm still reeling from his, more than five bedrooms comment. Five?! I want children. But much, much later on. Just last week he had a hard time accepting the possibility of one child. Now he wants five! Correction. More than five. I'd like at least two. Surely not five. And definitely not more than five. This is all so much, too fast. The house, marriage, children. We've only been together for 2 months. I'd like to spend more time together, just Christian and I, before we think about trying for a baby. I was just getting use to the penthouse. Now this... mansion.

"Are you putting Escala on the market?" I ask when finally find my voice. Also to deflect him from talking about more than five children.

"Why would I do that?"

"To pay for..." I explain, pointing toward the house, then trail of.

"Trust me, baby. We can afford it." Of course. "Anastasia, you're going to have to learn to be rich, too."

"I know." I'm trying.

Wealth isn't something I've ever aspired to be. I just want to be happy. I'm finally happy and if being rich is part of the package. I'll have to get use to it. Like everyone tells me I will. I smile at him. He smiles back at me. He's still holding me.

"Thank you, Christian. I love it." He sharply inhales, then grins.

He puts his hands in my hair and his mouth is on mine.

Miss Kelly gave us a tour of the house. It was beautiful. It just needs some TLC. Christian would prefer to demolish the house and built it to our liking. He's going to talk to Elliot and get his opinion about the construction. I wonder how many bedrooms he wants to add on to the existing five. Good thing we have Gail. She can be our 'Alice' when we start are very own Brady Bunch. We can be called the Grey Group.

Back in the car. Christian drives us home. Once again his phone rings. Does he ever get a break? He answers using the hands-free.

"Grey."

"Mr. Grey. Welch here. I have some news regarding Paul Clayton." I stiffen hearing his name.

Christian glances at me, then back to the road. Continuing to drive.

"What is it?"

"It seems an air travel ticket was purchased this morning, in Mr. Clayton's name. One way, sir." My body instantly relaxes.

"Where?" Is all he asks.

"Alaska, sir.

"Excellent. When is his travel date?" Christian asks.

"Tuesday morning, sir."

"Not soon enough." Christian murmurs to himself. "Good work. Thank you Welch. Anything to add?"

"No, sir."

Christian ends the call.

"Looks like Clayton's going ahead with the move to Alaska."

"I'm glad." Now I wont have to deal with him anymore. "You really are a control freak aren't you?"

"I've told you before, baby. I exercise control in all things." He smirks.

"I remember calling you a controlling stalker, when you emailed my personal email." I giggle remembering. "Is that why you need a therapist? For you stalker and controlling tendencies?"

"That and other things. I pay Dr. Flynn a small fortune with regard to my stalker and other tendencies."

"I'm not sure Dr. Flynn is very effective. Your still a controlling stalker."

"Well, that may be because I haven't saw him much since you and I have been together." I look at him surprised. Really?! Why not, I wonder.

We get home and enjoy the rest of our Sunday, together. Happy and carefree, with no worries.

Monday morning, we arrive at Grey House.

I'm early today. Christian had a meeting and I didn't want to stay home. I get off at the Grey Publishing floor. Christian goes up to rule the world from his throne. I sit at my desk and put my bag away. My cell phone rings.

"Anastasia Steele. Grey-" Crap! I almost said Grey Publishing, since I'm at my desk. I hope I didn't say that to the wrong person.

"Good morning, Ana. This is Jerry." I hear him rustling papers around.

"Oh. Hi, Mr. Roach. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to see you in my office, when you arrive at GP. I have something I'd like to discuss with you in person."

"Oh, okay. Sure. I'll be right there."

"Excellent." I hang up.

I walk to Mr. Roach's office and knock on the open door.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Roach?"

"Ana!" He looks up surprised to see me. "I wasn't expecting you in this soon." He chuckles. "Yes. Please, come in. Have a seat."

I walk in and sit in front of his desk, as he sits behind.

"As you are aware. We have an opening for an editor, due to Elizabeth Morgan's departure. We have a vacancy that needs to be filled. When we were SIP, I liked to promote from within. Now that were known as GP. I'd like to continue to promote from within. I'd like you to fill the position."

Me?! "But- but, I haven't... I haven't been here very long." I'm the newest member of the Grey Publishing staff.

"Yes, Ana. I understand that-" I cut him off.

"Mr. Roach. I appreciate the offer and that you thought of me. Really I do. But unfortunately, I can't accept the promotion."

He furrows his brow. "May I ask why?" He asks confused.

"I want to earn a promotion. I don't want to be given a promotion just because I am marrying the CEO of GEH."

"Ana." He shakes his head. "You are the only person I know, that has turned down a well deserved promotion." Well deserved? "I assure you. You are not being promoted to editor because of your status with the CEO." He chuckles a bit. "If that were the case. You'd be sitting behind my desk, not an editors desk. Although, yes. You are the newest member of GP staff. You are also very passionate about books and publishing. You have a very shrewd mind, Ana. And your chapter notes haven't gone unnoticed by Logan and the other editors. They all agree, you deserve the promotion. We all think, you can do it."

"Really? I mean." I shake my head. "Really?"

"Yes, Ana. Really." He chuckles a little. "Now. Do you accept the promotion?"

"Yes!" I grin. I can't believe it! This is my dream job!

"Great." He hands me a packet. "Here's a detailed job description." I skim through it. "Now. Mr. Grey, has put in a leave of absence for you starting Monday, for about a month. You can start that leave of absence today. Paid leave, of course. Logan will need an assistant. We're interviewing potentials for that position right now. So, Hannah Jackson will fill in as his temporary assistant, since she's no longer assisting Morgan, until we can hire him one. After you return from your leave, you will be an editor, with Hannah Jackson as your assistant. And Logan will have a new assistant."

Mr. Roach stands and holds out his hand. I stand shaking it, grinning.

"Congratulations, Ana."

"Thank you." I can't stop grinning.

I walk out and to my desk... well, my old desk. I see Hannah, who is already sitting at my old desk. She sees me coming and smiles at me.

"Congratulations, Ana."

"Thanks, Hannah. I'm off until we return from our honeymoon. Then I'll be your editor." I grab my bag. "Don't worry. I wont get upset if you don't bring me coffee." I giggle.

Hannah giggles. "You don't even like coffee, Ana."

"I know." I bite my lip. I can't stop grinning. "I'm going ot go tell Christian, then home to work on more wedding stuff."

"K. See ya, Saturday and then a month after."

I grin, again. Saturday!

"Saturday." I say and leave.

I put my packet of paperwork into my bag and walk to the elevator. Sawyer following, per usual. I go up the 20th floor. The elevator opens, and I walk out. Sawyer goes, wherever he goes. Andrea is sitting at her desk. Olivia is standing, gathering some papers. I walk up to Christian's reception desk. I know it's still early and he did have a meeting as soon as we got here. I wonder if he's finished yet.

"Hi Andrea. Is Christian available?"

"Hi Ana. He's-" Andrea starts. Olivia interrupts her.

"He's in a meeting." Olivia says smugly.

Andrea and I look at her. Was I talking to her? I believe I said 'Andrea'.

Andrea raises her brow. "Olivia. Please inform Mr. Grey, that his fiancé Anastasia Steele is here to see him."

"But, he's in a meeting. He said, he did not wish to be disturbed."

"With the exception of Anastasia Steele." Andrea tells her, sternly.

Olivia, hesitantly walks away.

"I swear, I thought she had potential." She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. I giggle at her. "Not to mention, she is the senator's daughter."

"Baby?" I turn around, hearing Christian.

He is walking towards me, looking his sexy CEO self. My eyes greedily roam his body. I can't believe this is my man. Olivia looking like she swallowed a wasp, following behind him.

"Hi." I try to say it casually, but it comes out a whisper.

"Is everything okay?" He asks worried.

"Yeah." I gather myself. How does he still have this affect on me? Can one lust over their husband? "I didn't mean to interrupt your meeting. I was going to leave a message with Andrea if you were busy. I just wanted to let you know, I'm going home."

"Home? Are you feeling alright?" He asks, looking concerned.

"I'm fine." I assure him. "I'm on leave starting today because Elizabeth Morgan-" He cuts me off.

"What the fuck?!" He growls. He pulls out his phone. I put my hand on it, lowering it.

"Christian, let me finish." He nods. Still not looking pleased. I continue. "Because of Elizabeth Morgan's untimely departure, there is an opening for an editor. I've been asked to fill it." I grin. "At first I declined the offer, but eventually I accepted."

"Your kidding?" His grin matches mine. I shake my head fast. "That's great, baby." He gives me a chaste kiss. "But why are you going home now?" He furrows his brows.

"They have to find Mr. Logan a new assistant. Since I start my leave soon anyway, Mr. Roach gave me my leave, starting today. Hannah is going to assist Logan while I'm gone. And they're interviewing assistants for Logan. Then when I'm back, I will be an editor with Hannah assisting me."

He wraps his arms around me. I hold his biceps.

"I wish I could go home with you, now." He says suggestively. I giggle. He's insatiable. "I can't wait to celebrate with you later." He whispers huskily in my ear.

I inhale sharply and look at him. His eyes have darkened. He's looking at me with want and desire. I know that look. I bite my lip and squirm. I feel my panties dampen. He looks at my lips then back to my eyes. He leans down to kiss me, but before our lips can touch, Olivia interrupts our moment.

"Excuse me, Mr. Grey." Olivia says. "The department heads are waiting."

"Tell them to wait." Christian says, without even a glance towards her. Still looking at me.

He leans down to kiss me, again. And again, we get interrupted by Olivia.

"But-"

Christian pulls back and glares at her. "I said wait!" He growls.

"Yyes, Mmr. Grey." Olivia flushes and scurries away.

"Sweetheart." I caress his cheek. He looks back at me. "You're obviously busy. I'm going to go. I'll see you when you get home."

"I told you. I'm never too busy for you."

I giggle. "I'm going to go home, now. I'll see you after work." I kiss him and whisper against his lips. "Hurry home."

I pull back to leave. But before I can pull completely away, he grabs my ass, pulling me to him and kisses me deeply. I moan in his mouth and put my hands in his hair. He groans and deepens the kiss. I pull away giggling. We have to stop before we go too far. Christian walks me to the elevator. He pushes the call button. Sawyer comes out of hiding and follows me in the elevator once the doors open. Before the doors close, I blow Christian a kiss and wave. God, I love him! The doors open at the ground floor. Sawyer and I walk out and he drives me home.

CPOV

I watch my beautiful girl walk into the elevator with Sawyer. I can't keep my eyes off her sexy ass, in that sexy skirt. I adjust my pants as discreetly as possible, thinking of her ass in that tiny lace thong Saturday. Her grinding on my lap. Fuck! I have a fucking meeting I need to get back to. Calm the fuck down, Grey! She blows me a kiss and gives me a little wave, grinning. I return her smile. God, I love her! I turn around and walk to Andrea's desk. Olivia, the interrupter, is back at the desk, as well.

"Olivia, I'd like a chicken sandwich for lunch with mayonnaise." I tell her. I look at Andrea. "Andrea, please order, white and blush pink roses for Ana, to congratulate her on her promotion. Have the card say, 'Congratulations, Anastasia. Your dreams are coming true. Love, Christian.' Have it delivered to Escala's front desk for Sawyer to bring up."

Andrea smiles a rare smile, that I have been seeing a lot lately. "Yes, sir."

I nod.

I walk back into the conference room, with Olivia, to continue my meeting. Too bad I couldn't have Ana assist with this meeting like she did before. Now there's a thought. I should have asked her to stay, since she's done working for the week. Maybe then I could have finally fucked her on the conference room table like I imagined. Fuck, Grey! Control! I have to adjust myself once more. And stop thinking of my sexy fiancé. I enter the conference room.

"I apologize for the interruption." I sit at the head of the table. "Let's continue."

Halfway through my meeting, Ana sent me a text, thanking me for the flowers. It distracted me, just like the last time she assisted a meeting for me. I wish I could leave now and be with Ana. I have one more important meeting I can't reschedule, after lunch, then I can go home. Home. I've never rushed my day to go home. I can't fucking wait!

After my first meeting, I went to Cartier to pick up the watch I got Ana. It's beautiful. I hope she likes it. I'll keep it here until it's time to give it to her. We're giving our family their gifts Friday at our rehearsal barbeque. I fucking love that she wants our rehearsal dinner to be a barbeque. She said because that's the first time I kissed her. At my parents barbeque two months ago. And what a first kiss that was. I get hard just thinking about it. Fuck! I can't go two fucking minutes without thinking about her. I adjust my pants, I'm getting uncomfortable.

It's lunchtime now. Not much longer until I get to see my baby. My phone buzzes on my desk with an incoming text. I pick up my phone, and smile. It's my baby.

I'm so bored! So, I've decide we should write our own vows. :D xx -A

I chuckle at her text.

Sounds good, baby. Anything you want. I have one more meeting, then I can come home to you. xx -C

I wish I could cancel or reschedule this meeting. If I do, however, I'll need to make a business trip, and I don't want that.

I'm famished. Impatiently waiting for my food. I am about to buzz Andrea, and ask her where Olivia is with my lunch. I don't like to wait. A knock on my door stops me from exploding on an undeserving Andrea. I let whoever know, they may enter. Since Andrea didn't call me before whomever knocked, I'm assuming it's Olivia with my lunch. About fucking time! The door opens, and in walks a flushed Olivia. I roll my eyes. Here we go. Does she not see me all over Ana? Olivia sets a plate on my desk.

"Your lunch, Mr. Grey."

I look and see the chicken sandwich I requested, along with a side of macaroni. I look back at her, still standing in front of my desk.

"Does it have mayonnaise?"

Her eyes widen and she flushes even more. "Uh, um... Nno. I-I I'm sorry, sir. I forgot."

"I said I wanted a chicken sandwich with mayonnaise, Olivia. It's not that hard."

"I apologize, Mr. Grey."

She tries to take my plate away. I wave her away.

"Just go." I'm fucking hungry now. I don't want to wait any longer for her to fuck it up even more.

She hurries out of my office. This girl needs to go. Andrea said she had potential. So far I've seen none. And she's always fawning over me. I need someone here working, not swooning. I'm getting married this weekend, I don't have time for this shit! Her interruption this morning when I was with Ana, her reluctance to inform me that my baby is here to see me, and her constant fuck ups, are annoying enough. What the fuck part of, no interruptions, unless it's Anastasia, does she not understand?! That's it! I've made my decision. I buzz Andrea.

"Yes, Mr. Grey?" Andrea answers immediately.

"Come in here."

I take a bite of my sandwich, without mayo, while I wait the few seconds for Andrea to enter. She appears moments later.

Before she can say anything, I say. "Get rid of that girl." She knows who I'm talking about.

"Sir, Olivia is Senator Blandino's daughter." She reminds me.

"I don't give a fuck if she's the Queen of fucking England." What the fuck does it matter who's fucking daughter she is? "Get her out of my office."

"Yes, sir." Andrea says brightly.

"Also, get someone else to help you. Preferable one that can do the job without falling all over me."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Grey."

"Thank you."

She smiles, her rare smile I've been seeing lately, and leaves.

I continue with my lunch. Then I just have to get through this meeting and I can go home. I smile, my rare smile I've been smiling since Ana. I start working on my vows, while I eat, since she's bored and decided we should write our own. I can't wait for Saturday.

"Mr. Grey?" I look up seeing Andrea at my door. "Your next meeting is in the conference room."

I furrow my brow and look at my watch. Shit! I didn't even realize the time. I stand and put my phone in my pants pocket. I fold the paper I wrote my vows on and put it in my inside pocket of my suit jacket. Then I put on my jacket and button it. I walk out of my office, following Andrea. She goes back behind her desk. I see no sign of Olivia.

"Is she gone?"

"Olivia?" I nod. "Yes." She seems relieved

"Where to?"

"Finance."

"Good thinking. I'll keep Senator Blandino off my back. You're getting someone else to help you out?"

"Yes, sir. I'm seeing three candidate tomorrow morning." Already?

I guess when word gets out that Christian Grey's PA is looking for an assistant, people jump at the opportunity.

"Good. You canceled my meeting for the rest of today?"

"Yes, sir."

I nod. "Cancel my meeting for the rest of the week, as well. I'm starting my leave and going home after this meeting with the Taiwanese."

"Yes, sir."

I walk to the conference room and start my meeting with Ros and the Taiwanese.

An hour later and I'm still in my meeting with the Taiwanese. Ros and I are discussing their ship yard. I may need to schedule a business trip there, if we don't come to an agreement today. Thankfully, it looks like we'll get this done now. Otherwise, I would have had to go there, as soon as Ana and I returned from our honeymoon. I would want Ana to join me, but I know she wouldn't want to leave her job. I don't like to be away from my love, for very long. And we haven't been far away from each other before. I'd still ask her to come with me. But at the rate this meeting is going, it doesn't look like I'll need to.

There's a knock at the door. Taylor opens the door without waiting for confirmation to enter. He walks in the conference room. His impassive face looks grim. What is more worrying is that he never, ever interrupts my meetings, unless there's a security issue. Ana? Is she okay? No, she's fine. She's with Sawyer. She's safely at home.

"What is it, Taylor?"

"Pardon me, ladies and gentlemen." Taylor says to them, excusing his interruption.

I can see he's trying to stay calm, in front of the others. I sense his urgency. My scalp prickles. Something's happened!

He approaches me and speaks discreetly in my ear. "We have a situation at home, sir." Fuck!

"Would you excuse me, please?" I ask the men and women from Taiwan. I don't wait for a reply. I stand. "Ros, please continue without me." I say, walking out. Ignoring her protests.

I follow Taylor out of the conference room.

"What's going on, Taylor?"

He doesn't stop walking, he continues to the elevator.

"We need to go. Now." He pushes the call button for the elevator. "Sir, the panic alarm went off at Escala and I can't get ahold of Sawyer." Ana?!

"FUCK!"

I run my hand through my hair and start panicking. I pull out my phone trying to call Ana, while pushing the elevator's call button multiple times. She doesn't answer and the elevator doesn't arrive soon enough. I burst through the stairwell door and rush down the stairs. Taylor following me. We take the stairs, two at a time. We slam open the doors, leading to the GEH lobby. We hightail it to the SUV. I even push people out of my way. Get the fuck out of my way! I'm running so fast. My heart is pounding at a rapid pace and it's not because I'm running.

I jump into the driver's seat of my SUV, Taylor in the passenger's. I drive, as fast as I can, flooring it to Escala. I'm ignoring every sign of caution. I ignore speed limits, stop signs, red lights. People are honking at me and swerving out of my way. I don't fucking care! I have to get to Ana. I speed dial Ana's phone. Nothing. I try Sawyer's. Nothing. I try Gail's. Nothing. I try Ana's phone, again and again. Getting her voicemail every time. I see Taylor, from the peripheral of my vision, messing with his phone, as well. He doesn't seem to be faring any better.

My biggest fear is that someone is after me. And if they are after me... Fuck! I have to get to Escala. I have to get to my baby.