HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Soooooooooooo sorry for the long wait. I had just started in 7th grade and we are now getting characters! IT FREAKS ME OUT! But so far I only had one 12 and two 10. So I'm pretty happy... And can you guess why I'm also is happy? YESTERDAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY! OCTOBER 3TH! I'm no longer a child, but 13! T.H.I.R.T.E.E.N! You can no longer call me a child, kid, etc...I think I had too much cake:( ENJOY THE STORY!

Hope's POV:

Mom, dad and me were drawing and talking. Daddy had said to Andrea that he would not be going to work for the next day. Not until mommy is ready to go home. She will be going home tomorrow. I missed home, but it is much more home with daddy. I look over at mommy and daddy, and daddy was kissing mommy on the cheek. I crawl over to them and sits on daddy's lap:

"I want a kiss too!" I pouted and daddy laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't pout, baby girl, daddy will make you happy," Daddy says and hugs me.

I still pouted, but nodded. He grinned and gave me another kiss.

"Oh, and Ana, my parents wants to invite you for dinner tomorrow," Daddy says and looks at mommy.

"Oh…" Mommy says and looks A bit scared. Daddy takes mommy's hand and kiss it.

"No, it's fine. I really want to meet them."

Before mommy finished the sentence, grandma walks into the room. She lights up when she sees us, "Ana, Christian and Hope. Great news Ana. You can come home tonight."

"Really?" Mommy says. She looks happy.

"Really," Grandma says.

Mom smiles a big smile and daddy gives her a kiss.

"Well… Are you two-" Grace started.

"Ahem," I said.

"Sorry. Three, coming to dinner tonight?" Grandma asked.

Mommy and daddy looks at each other and daddy the nodded.

"We will be honored to, mom," Daddy said.

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Christian's POV:

I had just putted Hope down for her nap, when Taylor came into my office.

"Sir, we have a problem," He says, looking rather uncomfortable.

"And that is?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Some reporters are in the living room right now. We tried to stop them, but they just kept pushing!" He added quickly.

I started counting to ten and tried to get a bit calmer. "And what does they want?" I asked.

"They want to know about Hope and Ana," Taylor said.

I took one long, deep breath and started counting to ten. Since I meet Ana and Hope, the paparazzi has been all over us.

"Fine," I said and walked into the living room. As soon I stepped inside, a report was already shaking my hand.

"Good day Mr. Grey. My name is Julie Hore. I'm coming from The Seattle Times. There is many people wondering about those two women who has gotten you in their web. You don't mind being filmed, do you?" She said.

I looked at the camera and smiled, "Of course not." I said.

"Great!" Julie said. "Let's sit down, then." She sat down and started eye fucking me.

I sat down, three seats from her. Her smile stiffened, a bit.

"Well, Mr. Grey… I think many people wants to know about those two women who has come into your life."

"Yes, they are very important to me," I said, provoking her.

Her smiled stiffened even more, "But Mr. Grey, who are those women?"

"Well, it's my girlfriend Anastasia and our daughter Hope." I say.

I think everybody was lost for words when I said it. Then she started laughing, everybody joining in, sounding nervous.

"And, that is amusing how?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

They stopped laughing immediately.

"But… but…How?" Julie said.

I shrugged. "I was just waiting for the right person."

"Well, then tell us more! How did you meet?" Now she has gotten ticks round her right eye.

"Mine and Ana's story, is something we would like to kept private." I said.

"But why do you then tells us about them, if you don't want to tell us anything about them!" Julie yelled frustrated.

"Daddy?" A little voice from the kitchen said. We all turned around and saw Hope standing in the doorway. She run over to me and I grabbed her, lifting her on my lap. "Hey, Princess. That was a short nappie." I kissed her temple, looking directly into the camera.

"Daddy, who is that?" Hope whispered in my ear, pointing at them.

I leaned close into her, "That is a reporter named Julie Hore, they're interviewing daddy."

Her little mouth formed a big "O" and she nodded.

"Daddy?" She whispered.

"Yes?" I whispered back.

"Do you think they want to interview me too?" She asked me with big eyes.

"I think they would love too," I whispered back, then straighten up. "Mrs.-"

"It's Ms.," Ms. Hore said, totally ignoring Hope. I didn't liked that.

"Ms. Hore, Is there anything you want to say to Hope, before we are finishing?" I asked. I could feel the anger building up inside me.

She blinked and turned round, facing Hope with a cold smile playing on her lips.

"Of course Mr. Grey. I think we all wanna know about your bastard child."

THAT'S IT!

I sat Hope down and walked over to Ms. Hore. "I think you should leave. Now," I said, trying to controlling my temper. I didn't wanted to yell in front of Hope.

Ms. Hore rose from her seat, "How can you a whore like that! I am so much better than she is! I won't give such a stupid offspring!" She yelled in my face.

Behind me, I heard Hope started crying. "Taylor," I hissed, "Would you please escort Ms. Hore and her friends out of my house."

He nodded and took Ms. Hore's arm, but she wasn't finished: "She only after your money Christian! I can give what you need. We both feel it! I know! Elena said that you liked it too!"

I froze and I think Taylor did it too.

"That's enough," Taylor said and tossed her over his shoulder. She continued screaming as she and her camera crew was being followed out.

I turned around and sat down In front of Hope, who was crying silent. "Shhh…" I said, taking her in my arms. "She is gone now."

Hope sniffs and hugs me back. "I don't want her back."

"And she won't come back! Daddy protects you," I say and kiss her head.

After a few minutes I let go of her, "Now… Why aren't you having your nappie?"

She giggles, "I'm hungry daddy!"

I make a face at her, "And want to the little Ms. Wants to eat?" I ask and bobs like a butler.

She thinks for a minute and then say; "Pancakes! Daddy I want pancakes!"

I simply can't resist her. "Pancakes it is then."

Mrs. Jones was furious when she saw the kitchen.