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CPOV

I returned home a day sooner than expected. I've finished my business in Taiwan early, sure I had to pay a bit more than I would have liked to, but I wanted to get home to My Beauty. I missed her. Even though we've just returned from our month long honeymoon. Not long enough if you ask me. I will never get enough of her.

I enter the quiet apartment. I wonder where Ana is? She's probably in the library. I smirk. My little book worm. I'll shower and get out of these clothes, then I'll find my baby. I walk into our bedroom. She's not in here. I take off my suit jacket and place it on our bed. As I am pulling off my tie, I hear a beeping sound coming from the bathroom. What is that? I walk to the bathroom and open the door.

Oh! Anastasia is in here. She has something in her hand and is looking in the mirror. What is she doing? She gasps, hearing me enter. And quickly turns around, hiding something behind her back.

"What are you doing in here, Anastasia?" I ask, curious. And what was that beeping sound?

APOV

I'm sitting on the edge of the tub biting my nails, waiting for the timer of my phone to go off.

-Beep. Beep.- Beep. Beep.- Beep. Beep.-

The timer goes off. It's time to read the test. I stand up and walk to the counter where the test is. I close my eyes and pick it up. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror. Please be negative. Please. Be negative. Just when I start to look down, I hear the bathroom door open. I gasp, and quickly turn around. Christian! I hide the pregnancy test from him, behind my back. Shit! What is he doing home?! Shit, shit shit, shit!

"What are you doing in here, Anastasia?" Oh, shit!

"What are you doing home so soon?"

He ignores my question. "What are you hiding?" He asks frowning.

He tries to look behind my back from where he stands. Though, that's impossible to do. I don't answer. I don't move. He looks on the counter. I follow his eyesight, to see the home pregnancy test box sitting on the counter. Crap! I close my eyes.

"Anastasia?" I open my eyes. Christian is regarding me intently. "Well? Are you?" He asks quietly. He's impassive.

"I'm not sure." I squeak out, barely a whisper. "I was just about to look at the results."

He nods. Waiting. I don't move, the test still behind my back. We're starring at each other.

"Ana."

"What?"

"What does it say?"

"Oh. Right."

I bring the stick in front of me, not looking at it. I hold it out for Christian. "You read it." I can't.

Christian takes the test and looks at it. He pales. Oh, shit! Then he smiles. Smiles?

He looks back at me with love in his eyes, grinning. I release the breath I was holding. Oh, thank goodness.

"You're pregnant." He breaths, grinning. "We're going to have a baby!" He shouts, happily.

What?! "What?" I want to scream out, but it just comes out as a barely there whisper.

He lifts me, grinning and spins me around. Oh, god.

"Christian, I'm going to be sick if you don't stop spinning me."

"Shit! Sorry, baby. I got caught up in the moment." He sets me down, still grinning his full HD megawatt smile. "I can't believe it. I'm going to be a father." He runs his hand through his hair and breaths. "Wow." He's in awe.

He looks confused for a moment. "Wait." He looks at me. "Your birth-control. Your shot. How can you be pregnant?"

"My pills." I squeak. Trying to explain what happened. I clear my throat. "I had nine left. I had to continue taking them for seven days, after the shot. I just found them. Five are missing. That means I missed two pills. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. With planning the wedding, the media, Paul and Leila. I completely forgot. I'm so, so very sorry Christian. Please don't be angry at me."

"Sorry? Baby, why are you sorry? I'm not upset. I'm ecstatic."

"But this wasn't planned. I'm not ready."

"Nobody's really ready. Planned or not."

"What kind of mother could I possible be? Look at my own mother." I put both of my hands in my hair, holding my head. "Oh, god. I can't do this."

"Anastasia, what the fuck are you talking about? It may not be planned but this is great. And I happen to think you will make a wonderful mother."

"How?" I huff out and roll my eyes in frustration. "How do you know?" I lift my arm up, letting it fall back down in exasperation."Tell me, Christian. How?"

"Ana, do you honestly think I'd let you be a bad mom? You're going to be a fantastic mother. I know, because you're a fantastic wife. You're a very caring, understanding, and devoted girl. And the most amazing wife, this husband could ask for. This is great news, baby." I shake my head. No. He looks confused. "I thought you wanted children?"

"I did. I mean, I do. I meant in the future. You may be 28, but I'm still 21."

"You're almost 22." I glare at him.

"I thought you didn't even want children. That's the impression I got." I say to him. "How can you be this... happy, accepting?"

He puts his hand on my neck. His fingers are in my hair. His thumb rubbing my cheek, in front of my ear. He puts his other hand, on my still flat stomach.

"To know that it's my seed. That it's my child growing inside of you. To see you round with my baby. It's the biggest fucking turn on. I know I said I just wanted it to be just us. But this baby is, part you and part me. With this little one, we'll be a family. A real family. Mine." He kisses me swiftly. "Thank you. So fucking much, Anastasia."

"Christian." I say his name, still frustrated. I move away from him. "We're not ready." I wrap my arms around myself. "Don't you see? We don't know what we're doing. We're going to mess up." And there's nothing we can do about it. Because this baby is coming. Ready or not.

"Baby. Every first time parent, hell even parents with multiple children, don't know what they're doing and they mess up at times. They don't hand out instructions, on how to be a good parent at birth. I know it's a surprise, you getting pregnant. But we'll be alright. My mother said every child is different. Our child will be just fine with us as parents. This baby will be loved beyond belief. Our children will want for nothing." He pulls me into his embrace. "I love you, baby. And I love our baby already."

"How do you do that?" I ask him. "How can you say the sweetest things and make all my insecurities go away?"

He grabs my face, lifting it up, forcing me to look into his burning grey eyes.

"Because I love you!" He shouts. Gees!

"Say it a little louder. I didn't quite hear you." I giggle. "Wait. Let me open a window so the all the people in Seattle can hear you."

I take his hand and walk out of our bathroom and into our bedroom. I open the balcony door.

"Alright, Mr. Grey. Do your best." I wave my hand towards the open balcony. "Scream it to the world."

He smiles a smoldering sexy smile. He gets on his knees and grabs my hips. He puts his lips to my still flat stomach.

He whispers. "I love you and your mommy."

What is he doing? "Why are you whispering? And to my stomach?"

He looks up at me still holding my hips.

"Because, Mrs. Grey. You and this little one." He kisses my stomach. "Are. My. World."

"Christian." I barely get out his name. It comes out as a sob. Tears already falling.

I drop to my knees in front of him. And kiss this wonderful, amazing, incredible, man. This man that is all mine! Always and Forever.

And They Lived Happily Ever After.
The End?