A/N: Apologies for the long wait. I've been focusing on my other story and I had trouble connecting with the others. I think I'm getting back in to this one though! Yes, I have already posted chapter 9 but I didn't like how it progressed so this is a re-written chapter. Suggestions, reviews, comment, etc. really appreciated!

Happy Reading!

-Ari

Chapter 9

Christian POV

"Mom?" I ask surprised. Shit! I was going to tell her but this is not the way I wanted her to find out.

"Christian, you can't be in here. What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?" she asks slightly annoyed. She must think that the workers haven't been doing their job. What do I tell her?: Hey mom I was in this kind of relationship with this woman for eight months that involved tying her up and fucking her senseless in a BDSM setting but she wasn't happy and left. Oh yeah, and she was pregnant but didn't tell me until a few days ago. And the people we've trusted the most have lied to us. So… here's my son. I must look like a gaping fish trying to come up with an answer and my mom is looking at me expectantly. Then I see Ana in the doorway behind my mom. Thank God. Maybe she can help me out here. She looks confused until she recognizes that my mom is standing in front of her then she looks just as lost as I do. So much for help.. Suddenly Teddy starts crying and I look from him to my mom to Ana. I go to Teddy and try to calm him down.

"Christian, I think he's hungry. That's what I was coming in here for." Ana says slowly walking past my mom and to me.

"Christian, how do you know these two?"

Ana and I look at each other and down to Teddy who has calmed a bit but is still fussy.

"I should go feed him. I'll leave you two to talk. It's good to finally meet you Mrs. Grey." Ana says as she tries to move away from me but I gently grab her waist and pull her a little closer to me. She looks up at me apprehensively. I look towards my mother who looks like she is starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Is there you want to tell me?" She asks accusingly.

"Mrs. Grey-" Ana starts

"Mom. This is Anastasia-"

"I know who she is. How do you know who she is?" At that moment, thank God!, her pager goes off. She looks conflicted as to whether or not she should leave but the doctor in her always goes toward her patients. It beeps again and she turns to leave pausing to turn back. "This is not over" she says menacingly towards me. I have never seen my mom use that voice and honestly it scared the shit out of me.

Anastasia POV

Holy. Shit.

I look at Christian who has opened his shirt and is wiping sweat off his forehead. I really do need to feed Teddy so.. "Are you going to stay while I feed him?" I ask.

"Uh.. yeah."

It's not like he hasn't seen my breasts before I guess. I close the door and hand Teddy to Christian so I can set up properly. Okay, I'll admit this is pretty awkward. I turn around pull my shirt down just under my bra instead of taking it off. I barely even look at my scar let alone let someone else see it. As I can heat Teddy getting more restless, I quickly put the cone in one side of the bra and set up the bottle. Teddy starts crying, which breaks my heart, so I take him from Christian, sit down in the rocking chair and make sure he is latched on properly.

I look up to Christian who looks truly and completely lost but is looking at the bottle hanging from my bra. "Uh, can you pass me that bag?" I ask awkwardly.

"Yeah.." He passes me the bag and I hand him the plug. "Uh.."

"Can you plug it in? There's an outlet over there." He plugs in the machine but is still looking towards me rather lost. I attach the tubing and turn on the motor. "Okay, I can see you have about a jillion questions so ask away." I say leaning back and getting a bit more comfortable.

"Okay.. what is that thing?"

Poor fifty. So clueless.. "This is a breast pump. I like pump at least a few times a day. When I feed him I pump on the other side. That way I can start to stock up on milk or at least have a steady supply of bottles if I dry up or if I'm not here."

"Stock up?"

"Yeah. His need for milk should increase greatly especially over the next few weeks and I want to make sure he always has food. Right now he's taking about an ounce and a half each time which is good and normal and he eats about 8 times a day. He needs milk for when I'm not here so I give it to the nurses."

He still looks utterly confused. "Does it hurt?" he asks grimacing looking at my nipple being sucked through the cone.

"Our son, no, it's natural. The cones aren't the most comfortable and they might make me sore sometimes but no, it doesn't hurt." I ask hoping to ease some of the tension that is radiating off of him.

Silence..

"What are we going to do about your mom? She's gonna be asking questions and expect real answers." I say bringing up the topic.

"I don't know.. I never thought she would find out like this-"

"Wait, I thought you worked in pediatrics, with toddlers mostly."

"Uh.. yeah." He scratches the back of his head. "She was the one who helped you when you first came in. That's how I found out."

"So, she knows?"

"No. Well, she might have figured it out by now. We were on our way to lunch but she wanted to stop by and check on you so she did and that's when I saw you. At lunch she told a little about when you came in to the ER. She was the one who helped you and got you to the maternity ward. That's all she really told me though. She was probably just coming to check on you two."

"That's really sweet of her." I smile sheepishly. She shouldn't have found out like this but I thank her for helping us. "We shouldn't lie to her."

"Well, what do we do then?" He asks anxiously.

"I really wanted to wait until we were out of the hospital and I don't want to lie to her or ask her to keep this a secret even if it is for just a little time.." I don't want to cause trouble or break up their family.

"Okay, I'll try to ward her off. But we will have to tell sooner than later."

"I think I can deal with that.."

"What are we going to do?" I say after a pause while turning off and disconnecting the pump. Throughout the conversation, I managed to burp Teddy and he has fallen asleep.

"About..?"

"About us.. I mean this situation." I say while placing Teddy in his bassinet.

"Why don't we discuss it over dinner?" he asks nervously. It does need to be a long discussion and I am getting hungry.

"Okay, what about at my place. That way you can see what its like." I ask probably equally as nervous.

"Yeah, I would like that." he replies with a tiny smile.

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