A/N: Luke Sawyer was hired, well really asked, by Taylor to look after Ana. He is not hired by Christian.
Hope that helps clear some things up!
Happy Reading.
-Ari
Chapter 6
CPOV
I am a father… I have a kid… We have a kid… Ana and I have a baby.. What the hell?
I storm in to the security office knowing that Taylor has probably been in there watching everything.
"Explain yourself now before I fire you." I bark at him but he doesn't even flinch.
"Mr. Grey. Permission to speak freely."
"Well you've done a lot of other things without my permission so I guess you should continue."
"Look Christian. I know you must be upset over this but I did it not only with An- Miss Steele and her baby's best interest but yours as well. I guarantee you I didn't know until she was well in to her pregnancy and shortly after she started having complications. I wasn't sure what to do or how to handle the situation and I was unsure of your reaction. Miss Steele didn't need any more stress in her life so I decided to ask a friend to look after her and make sure that she was okay. I was going to tell you once everything was okay if she didn't but she decided to. So.. here we are."
"So that guy with Ana.."
"That's my friend. Luke Sawyer."
I don't even know what to do or what to think. He helped her and for that I should be grateful but he kept this from me. Both him and Gail.. two of the people I trusted the most.
"I trusted you… I trusted you both."
"I'm sorry Christian. I was only doing what's right. I did the best I could seeing that you have never had this situation with one of you.. companions before."
"She was more than that Jason…"
"If you say so, Sir." If I say so? And we're back to iSr?
"She was different Taylor."
"I don't want to speak for Ana but I don't believe she see's your.. situation the same way." And with that he walks out.. of his own office. What the fuck is going on here!?
I know there are other things that I feel but rage is the one that takes over the most right now. I haven't had a sub since Ana and I'm in no mood to even do that right now because I would not be kind. I can't even drink because I'll be damned if there is a reason I can't see my son in the morning, let alone it be a hangover. Right now going to the gym seems like the only solution to get rid of some of this rage.
I step out of the office and see Gail and Taylor in the kitchen.
"I'm going down to the gym but Reynolds can accompany me." I say walking straight past them and to the elevator. Taylor wisely makes no move to follow me because honestly if he comes within a few feet of me, I will have no choice but to punch him in the face. I'm surprised I had so much control in the security office and did't try to knock him on his ass then.
Punching this bag isn't doing anything to help. Each time instead it magnifies the pain and hurt I feel. The people I trusted the most - trusted with my life - have betrayed me. They lied to me and kept me away from the two things I love the most.
Two things. At that realization I stop punching and have to put my hands on my knees in an attempt to catch my breath.
It's 11am and I am on m way to the Hospital with Reynolds escorting me. I go to the same desk I did last week. "Can you tell me where the NICU is?"
The receptionist looks up and he smiles at me. "Of course Mr. Grey. May I ask who the parents are?"
Shit! I forgot about me being who I am and new lis this getting out. I need this to stay under control. If I anything else gets out of control, I might snap. Out of no where Taylor materializes with an NDA and hands me a cap and glasses. So now he wants to have my best interest?
The receptionist must understand the situation because he doesn't ask me any more questions, he just gives us directions.
I walk in to theorem and look around for Ana. I see her by one of the boxes and as if she senses me, she looks in my direction. I can see tears running down her face and she waves me over watching me the entire time I am walking over.
I stop in my tracks when I see him.. my baby.. my son. He is so small and attached to a few wires, inside this box. Ana comes up to me and wipes her thumb across my cheek wiping a few tears that I haven't noticed escape. She then takes my hand and walks me over to our son. Our son.
"Hey Teddy Bear." Ana sniffs. "Here's your dad, Christian." she says looking down at his sleeping body.
"Hey kiddo… I'm really glad I'm meeting you. I love you."
At me telling my son I love him Ana breaks out in violent sobs and I have to catch her before she falls. I know this situation is all wrong but holding Ana in my arms and looking at my son feels right somehow.
After she's done crying and I sit her in one of the chairs near our son I notice that Sawyer guy off in the distance watching us closely. While Ana is trying to wipe her face, I approach him.
"Luke Sawyer?"
"Yes." he says impassively.
"Can you give us a minute."
"No." He says. No!? Is he fucking kidding me?!
"It's okay, Luke." Ana hoarsely says from her seat.
"Are you sure Ana?" He asks still looking me dead in the eye.
"Yes." He looks at her "Please." she says pleadingly. Why does she have to plead to this guy? is there more going on here? He nods at her and walks away but not before giving me a threatening glare.
I walk back over to her and sit down next to her and look at our son. It's quiet for a long time before anyone says anything.
"They said they could take him off of these wires and things later… and then they will take him up with the rest of the babies and he can come home in a few days…"
"Where is home?"
"You don't know?" she asks unbelieving.
"No..Welch had some trouble getting information on you.."
"Oh." Not a question but a statement.. interesting. "I'm sorry.. about that.. about all of this." she says looking down.
I don't know how to reply really so instead I stay silent..
"I can''t wait to hold him."
"You haven't held him?" I ask.
"No. They put me under to control my stress and blood pressure while they did the c-section. When I woke up I was really freaked out. I didn't remember much other than coming in to the ER."
"I''m sorry you had to go through that alone."
"Well I did have Luke."
"Mmhmm. So what is going on between you two?"
"Nothing. He's just like a big brother/best friend. He's really helped me through this. Taylor and Gail too. Please don't take my dumbness out on them I was just.. I don't know scared.. I'm still scared.. I don't know how any of this will work.. I mean your family and mine.. Ray doesn't know… No one even knows about me.. about us.. What are we supposed to tell people?.. Are we going to tell people?.. Do you even wan-"
"Slow down.. You're rambling."
"I'm sorry… I'm just really nervous." she says looking down again.
"Well we should tell people sooner than later.. you know our families at least."
"What do we tell them? I was contracted to you for sex for a couple of months and got knocked up?" Well, that was blunt. "I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from."
"No.. I understand this situation is.. different. But we were more than that. Weren't we?"
"Were we? It didn't feel like that to me." Frowning.
Our much needed conversation is cut short by a doctor walking over.
"Ms. Steele?"
"Hi Dr. Jones. Is it time?"
"Yes, it is. And who might this be?"
"This is Teddy's father."
"Oh?.. Well I'm surprised. Sorry, that was unprofessional of me. Lets get going shall we?"
"Do you want to stay?" Anastasia asks me.
"Of course." I grab her hand out of reflex as they start to wheel our son in to a different room. We used to walk around the apartment like this any time we were near each other. She doesn't pull back like I thought she would though. She gives my hand a small squeeze for.. reassurance I guess and I do the same for her.
Once in the room a nurse comes in as they open the box and start to take some of the wires and tubes off of him - checking his stats each time they remove something different. Soon but not soon enough, all the wires and tubes are removed.
"Can I hold him?" Ana asks clearly holding back tears. The doctor moves in order to let Ana pick him up. She holds him with such care and love. She looks up at me and then back at our son. He has my copper hair but he has Ana's baby blues. I figure this is a moment to capture and remember so I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures. I study the pictures.
"Christian?"
"Hmm?" I ask looking up.
"Do you want to hold him?"
"Uh.. I don't know about that. He's so small."
"i think you should. He'll be fine."
"Okay, sure."
I put my phone down on a counter nearby before I walk closer to them. Ana looks me in the eyes and gives a tiny nod. She guides him in to my arms and looks at us as a tear runs down her cheek.
I look down at my son and I feel nothing but what I can only describe as pure love. I will take care and protect my son. I look back up at Ana who has stolen my phone and is taking pictures. I can tell she's concentrating on trying to get them perfect because her face is scrunched up and her tongue is sticking out slightly. That face always made me laugh and it makes me smile right now.
"Perfect!" She must have gotten the shot she was looking for.
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