Anastasia POV

"Come in." A nice older lady says with a smile once we get to the door. I'm guessing that this is his mother Grace also known as Dr. Trevelyan who basically saved our lives.

We both step through the door nervously; Christian has his hand on my lower back guiding me, and making my skin tingle, through the house to a sitting area where an older gentleman, who I assume is his father, is waiting. He stands when he sees us and Dr. Trevelyan goes to his side awaiting introductions.

"Thanks for having dinner with me tonight. Mom, Dad, I would like to introduce you to Anastasia."

There is a pregnant and slightly nervous pause afterward while his parents are probably waiting for the part of the introduction that explains my relation to Christian and why I am here with them tonight. I don't know what to say and it's obvious that Christian doesn't either. We haven't actually talked about how introductions would go and I never really thought about it until now but I know I don't like the term 'baby mama'. I decide to try and put everyone out of their misery.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Grey and Dr. Trevelyan." I'm sure this isn't what they expected to come next but I can see Christian let out a breath he was holding and so do I.

"Yes, it's nice to finally meet you as well Anastasia. And I only go by my maiden name at the hospital."

"My apologies Mrs. Grey."

"Yes, it is nice to meet you as well Anastasia." Mr. Grey speaks up.

"Dinner is served." A red haired woman says salaciously while only really looking at Christian. This being the first time I'm ever really seeing other people react with him and knowing he complained about his 'pretty face' attracting women like that I let out an involuntary chuckle which earns me a death glare from the red head before she leaves.

"I think she's going to spit in my food." I whisper to Christian while we are walking to the dining room.

"Don't worry, I'll switch with you." He chuckles as we are walking in to the dining room. He pulls out my chair and waits for me to sit before he does. I saw his father do the same thing. Manners.

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Dinner has been lovely so far with some idle chatter here and there. We had a broccoli and cheese soup as an appetizer, pan seared chicken parm. with greens for dinner and now we're eating a lovely angel food cake for desert.

"Mrs. Grey, this cake is delicious. Is there any way I can get this recipe?"

"Certainly, I will ask the chef tomorrow and give it to Christian to give to you. You cook?" She asks seeming genuinely interested.

"Anastasia is a wonderful cook." Christian says. I look down slightly and blush scarlet. He knows that I'm not comfortable with compliments; it's something we tried to work on with my training.

"I've been cooking for some time. It helps me clear my mind." I smile shyly.

"It does the same for me. Tell us more about yourself." Mrs. Grey says eagerly.

"Uh.. well.. I'm 23 turning 24 next month. I graduated WSU a little over a year and a half ago. I majored in literature and I'm currently an editor for a small publishing house downtown."

"That's impressive." Mrs. Grey says.

"I didn't know you got promoted." Christian says sounding a little hurt but before I could decipher what the problem was Mr. Grey spoke up.

"Didn't you go in to publishing a while back son?"

"Yes." Christian replies curtly. I didn't know that.

"What's the name of the house again?"

"It doesn't matter." He replies. Mrs. Grey gives him a glare and he finally gives a real answer. He sort of grumbles it out and I really hope that he didn't say what I think he said.

"Can you say that a bit louder? I didn't hear you." I say sweetly.

"SIP."

I can't even say anything so I just nod my head while Christian looks nervously at me.

"Is something wrong?" Mrs. Grey asks picking up on the building tension.

"No." We reply suspiciously at the same time.

"You didn't know that he owns the company you work for?" Mr. Grey asks incredulously and raising an eyebrow.

"No, Mr. Grey." I grit out. "I had no idea that he owned it. When we first met I didn't even know

who he was. I knew it was taken over but our new owner has never made direct contact with any of the employees. And I don't feel comfortable about it." I say offensively and direct that last part to Christian.

"Ana, I swear-" he starts.

"Don't. We'll talk about it later." I state. This really isn't the conversation/argument we should be having in front of his parents.

"So.. dear are you working on anything interesting right now?"Mrs. Grey asks. I'm surprised she hasn't said anything about the situation by now but this could be a segue.

"No, Mrs. Grey. Actually, I've been on leave for some time and won't be back for a few months."

"So essentially you don't have a job?" Mr. Grey asks. I don't know what his problem is but I officially don't like him.

"Actually by company policy, her leave is paid. This wonderful woman sitting next to me has carried your grandchild for the past nine months and is on maternity in order to take care of him."

A/N: This story will not include Jack Hyde for those of you who are wondering.

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