A/N: Thanks for the AMAZING reviews! You are all too kind and I am so pleased so many of you like what I have written. It's people like you who inspire people like me to write more. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

It's been almost a week since Christian and I left the hospital. I eventually got round to calling Grace and asking her a few questions about why I was kept away from Christian. Apparently they were worried about how I would react to seeing him in the state he was, which is kind and fair enough, but it stressed me out more being kept away from him than being near him. Luckily we put all that behind us.

My main concern at the moment is Christian. Every night he has been having the same nightmare over and over again but he still refuses to talk about it. To be honest; I feel alone. Every day he seems more and more lost in his thoughts and I'm scared. I don't know what of. That he might break? I'm really not sure. I'm doing all I can to help him, to reassure him but nothing I do seems to help.

His casts won't be coming off for another few weeks which I can tell he hates already. He's been stuck in the bedroom the whole time. Luckily, Taylor is at hand to help move him to the bathroom and all that.

Dr. Greene called me earlier today and said that I should be due in the early May-ish. At the moment it's coming to the middle of April, well I like to think it is. I told Christian but he seemed lost. I'm so close and I can't wait to see little Blip.

I'm sitting in the lounge by the fireplace. We're still at Escala to be safe. Gail is busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. Christian, well he's asleep again. I hope he opens up or I will be forced to call Flynn which is something I don't want to do.

Just as I am putting my book down I hear Christian screaming from our bedroom again. I force myself up and get to the bedroom as fast as I can. When I get there he is sitting up, his breathing harsh and rapid. His eyes searching the room looking for me. When they meet mine he begins to cry. I have never known him to cry so much. After every nightmare he cries till he falls asleep. I go over to him and hold him as close as I can to me. I sit on the edge of the bed next to him, hoping not to fall off. I coo him calm, rocking him back and forth, running my fingers through his hair.

After a while he settles.

"Same nightmare?" I ask. All he does is nod his head.
"Will you talk to me?" He shakes his head. A sigh escapes my lips.
"I wish you would open up to me, Christian. I feel like you are pushing me away and all I want to do is help you." I tell him, still rocking back and forth.

"I love you." He whispers ever so quietly to the point I could barely hear him. His free arm holds me closer to him. This is something, I guess.

"I love you too. So much." I kiss his forehead then move to stand but he won't let me go.
"Christian. I have to go pee." Reluctantly, he lets me go. Well at least he showed some emotion then.

In the bathroom I do the same routine when needing the toilet. Relieve myself, wash hands, stare at reflection. I look like I haven't slept in a year. My eyes are red from all the tears. My pale skin paler than before. I have been eating and so has Christian but it's not enough. Food will not bring back our souls. I keep pushing forward as best as I can for Blip. Christian won't forgive me if something happens to him. Looking at my bump I realise that I need a new top. It's an excuse to get out of here for a little bit.

Once I am finished in the bathroom I walk to the bedroom then the walk-in. Picking out my most comfortable shoes and jacket. As I re-enter the bedroom Christian is laying on his back, staring at me. I know what he's thinking.

"I'm going out to get a new top and maybe a new jumper to keep me and Blip warm." I smile softly at him. I can see the fear in his eyes.
"Sawyer will be with me." Walking over to his side his eyes never leave me. Leaning down, I kiss his forehead once more.
"I love you." I tell him then leave.

Sitting in the back of the SUV isn't the same without Christian. It's too quiet and too big. We pull up into a private car park and Sawyer helps me out.

I'm wearing a large, thick jacket with sunglasses. If anyone with a camera came near me I won't go blind. On the plus side it is a sunny day. The heat warming me barely visible skin.

Sawyer walks along my side the whole time. We have the small chit chat here and there,, which is nice seeing as no one really talks to me at the moment.

Elliot feels guilty about what happened. We have constantly been telling him it wasn't his fault but he wouldn't believe us till he saw the CCTV footage. It showed our car alone on the road then a larger, darker vehicle coming out of an alley or side road with no lights. Kate must have seen the reflection of the street lights on it when she shouted out.

Thinking back I begin to feel cold. We quickly arrive at the clothes store and I start to wonder around.

As I look through the maternity clothes I can hear the odd whispers behind me or in the distance. Funny how not talking much can enhance your hearing. And there it is. The first sound of a camera clicking. Only a cell phone mind you. We leave the shop empty handed, moving onto the next.

To be honest I'm taking my time looking through everything just to keep out from Escala. We're probably in the fifth store we've been to today. I can tell Sawyer is getting agitated; constantly checking his phone and the surroundings.

Once I found some new tops we go for a quick lunch to take home. Walking to the deli I get that feeling again. Like someone is watching me. I know many people are noticing me today but one stands out. They are keeping to the shadows, but I don't say anything because I could be wrong.

Grabbing food for everyone, we get on our way to the SUV. We take our time getting back. I mean I can only waddle and that's getting harder. Really I should be at home resting but I hate sitting around doing nothing.

That feeling is back. I look over my shoulder and see someone moving around oddly. Taking no notice I walk on, with a little more speed. We get to the car and get going quickly. Sawyer must have guessed something was up because we got back to Escala quicker than normal. He stops and leads me to the front desk.

"Why are the gates closed?" He asks the new desk boy.

"It's still under reconstruction." He stutters out, obviously intimidated by Sawyer. The underground garage is going through some works at the moment. Apparently there will be a new security system in.

"Damn it. Ok, Ana go back up to the penthouse while I go park the car." He orders and I do as he says. Walking over to the elevator I quickly get in and punch in the code. As it moves upwards I sag in relief. He could feel it too. Someone is watching us and we can't get away. When will it all end?

My emotions go on over drive. The tears flowing freely and there is nothing I can do to stop it. My knees give way and I slide against the wall down to the floor. I can't let Christian see me like this. As the elevator arrives at the penthouse Taylor is waiting at the doors, his gun ready in his holster.

"Ana. Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll be ok." I tell him.

"Sawyer called up and told me that someone was following you."

"Yeah. Well, it felt like it." I walk into the foyer and through to the kitchen.

"Hello, Ana. Would you like some tea?" Gail asks. I just smile at her with relief in my eyes.

"How's Christian?" I ask Taylor, turning on the bar stool to face.

"He went back to sleep when you left."

"Oh."

"Ana? If I could...?"Taylor asks, pointing to the bar stool.

"Of course."

"I think you should call Flynn. He really needs help and he obviously isn't opening up to you like he should be. I can tell by the way you walk around here, lost in your own thoughts."

"Do you really think Flynn can help?"

"We have to try. Especially for you and the baby. You don't need any more stress than what you're already going through."

"I guess."

"Jason's right." Gail interjects, handing my tea to me. "When you two first broke up, he was breaking down. We eventually called Flynn to help him and he did. Maybe he can now. With you by his side I'm sure he'll come through."

"Ok. I'll go give him a call. Thanks you two. I'll go check on Christian first I think." I tell them. Taylor helps me down and I go into the bedroom.

Walking in, Christian is laying on his back still with his head facing away from the door. I walk round and into the walk-in to change into my new top. Walking back out his piercing gray eyes are watching me.

"Christian?" I ask, slowing approaching the bed, my head tilted to the side. He blinks in response. Sitting on my side I pull my legs up in front of me so I can lean against the head board.
"Do you like my new top?" He blinks twice.
"Sawyer and I got some lunch. I'll go get it for you." As I am about to leave the bed he grabs my wrist with his good hand.

"Don't leave me." He says quietly, as a single tear falls from his eye and down his face. I smile softly at him and lay down next to him. I grab his hand and place it on my bump. Blip won't settle down unless his daddy is there. But this time Blip is kicking softly, making his presence known to us. He just lies there, staring at my bump and I just watch him. That's all I can do at the moment. Just watch.

Pain runs through me. My body aching all over me. I open my eyes and try to look around but I can only scream in pain.

"Ana?" I hear my name being called from behind me.

"Kate?"

"I'm here. Are you ok?" She asks.

"I'm in so much pain, Kate." I begin to cry. I move my left hand over to the driver's seat but find I can't. My focus slowly has come back to me and I can see no one. The car is upside down and I'm the only one inside. I turn around quickly and see no one. The pain I once felt gone. Closing my eyes I inhale a large breath. Soon I feel myself being pulled out and dragged away. Opening my eyes once more I see no one around. The car is burning away, the street lights dim. Sitting up I look around once more and in the distance I see someone lying in the middle of the road.

I get up to my feet and run to them but then I am stopped by an invisible wall. My fists banging against it. I can't get through no matter how hard I try.

Pain shoots through my body again, forcing me to crumble down to the floor, clutching my bump.

"It's time, Ana." That voice! "You've got to push, sweet Ana."

"No! You can't take him!" I yell. "Christian!" I scream out. I need my husband. I need him back by my side. Why won't he come back? I raise my head towards the person lying in the middle of the road. They get up and walk over to me. It's Christian"

"Ana!" He yells. As he runs closer to me it's as if he's getting further and further away.
"Ana!" His screams so clear yet he's so far.

"Push, Ana, push!" The man shouts at me. I push his voice away.

"Christian!" I shout once more but the air is then kicked out of my lungs. When will this nightmare end?

"Ana!" Christian shouts once more then the ground swallows me whole. Darkness and peace surrounding me.

The darkness is replaced by a bright light shinning onto my face, forcing me awake. I feel the hands of someone eager for me to wake.

"Ana. Please wake up." It's Christian and he sounds so scared it hurts my heart. I flutter my eyes open and I am still lying on my side facing him. His hand now on my face wiping away a tear.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. Wait. Why am I apologising? I don't keep anything from him.

"Ana. Can we talk?" Where's that come from? I haven't missed a day or something have I?

"Ok. What's made you talk?"

"I was watching you sleep and I could see your pain and stress. It made me realise that I have been closed off." He says quietly.

"Oh."

"You can't hide things from me, especially in your sleep. And...I shouldn't have shut you out."

"Will you tell me about your nightmares?"

"Yes." He says, rolling onto his back he tries to sit up.

"Let me help you." I kneel up next to him and help him lean against the headboard.

"Thank you. Ana, I am going to tell you as much as I can."

"That's fine. Christian, the fact that you have suddenly decided to talk to me is amazing but I won't push you." I explain to him and he smiles softly, but it still doesn't meet his eyes.

After a few minutes he gathers his strength and tells me everything about his nightmares.

A/N: Well I hope you liked this one. I kind of looked at my notes half way through this one and noticed I had gone in a different direction and now I'm kind of winging it but trying to get the same result that I want. Reviews much loved!