Teddy and Family

Chapter 31

A/N: July has been one thing after another! It's been Real Life crazy and trying to write has been virtually impossible! Truthfully when it's hot as hades outside all I wanna do is sit in by the fan and read. That being said I finally was able to focus on the story again! It was a crazy fun one to write as that very bad day continues on…Any and all mistakes area all mine! Enjoy!

Lots of loves to all of you who review, follow, or fav the story! And to all the girls in Camp Fifty! You all rock!

Disclaimer: (I love to play with her characters but with my AU spin on them from my other story. Sorry folks I don't do Cannon ever. Like, Love it, Hate it…you have been warned ^^) EL James and sometimes SMeyer own it all. I'm just having fun with the characters, but the OC ones and story ideas are all mine.

It's fudging scary how similar this fictional Christian is to my own. The morning run. The meticulous closet and how he gets ready in the morning is spot on.

Then when I get my first look at DJ, I wanna cringe. My Wanda is still in the garage and yes she's a classic Beetle, but she isn't a hunk of junk! She was my first car. Dad figured they were pretty much indestructible and had one completely overhauled to his standards.

I still say that it was punishment for borrowing one of his precious hotrods when I was fifteen to go see Chris at Football camp after, uh, being scarred for life seeing my older siblings getting their kink on!

I wasn't in my right mind at all! I needed Chris! He wasn't answering his phone and none of the parentals would take me to him! They thought a little distance was good for us, so I took his McLaren…

Don't judge me! I had no clue that it was worth over half a million dollars and with all the modifications on it try nearly two. I wanted Chris! I had my learners permit and passed Drivers ED and the defensive courses that the Dads and Uncles insisted on with flying colors! It was his fault that he left the keys where I could find them!

I digress…the bottom line is I got a classic bug for my sixteenth birthday and even though it wasn't what I wanted I loved her anyway. The Paparazzi got me more often than not driving her and she's powder blue, with a fancy license plate stating her name, so that's where EL must have taken it from.

Never in my fashion challenged life would I ever wear that outfit and to an interview? I mean she's supposed to be a brilliant honor student? That blouse screams grandma! The skirt reminds me of a school uniform! And that cardigan?! Just no! And shoes that remind me of Elf booties!

Never even on my worst days did I ever pick something like that! She's supposed to be me or some manner of me and while I have been fashioned challenged never have I made the worst dressed list. They saw me as a free spirit who loved to wear things from vintage boutiques. I took Kate and Mia with me on one of my treasure hunts and they freaked when they saw the labels and quality of my choices. Vintage does not mean thrift store. Caroline loves it when I request something unique. It gives her team a challenge. She's our personal shopper and not just for one Department Store. I mean one store does not and cannot be the 'be all end all 'of everything you need. Not possible.

Kate would never have let me leave wearing that?! This Kate must be delirious with fever or she's just teaching her a cruel lesson. Then again book Kate makes my Kate look dossal and that's saying something! Though, mannerism wise she's got Kate nearly mastered. Again Social Media Queen and now it's coming back to bite her in the ass!

It's only a few minutes in and I'm ready to toss popcorn at the screen. Did we ever give them permission to shoot in front of Grey House? This had to have been while I was forced on early maternity leave and they took full advantage of Christian being solely focused on my difficult pregnancy and looking after Teddy.

I can't help but giggle out loud when DJ takes in all the blonde clones that inhabit this Grey House. In reality it's a running joke whenever we have a new influx of interns and the females all think that blonde will get your foot in the door. Then they walk in and see our receptionist Petra with her stunning Jet black hair enhanced with streaks of whatever color she fancied that week, but perfectly styled of course. Then there's Lita with her flaming red pixie cut smiling next to her with no less than three earrings in each ear and rings galore on her fingers.

No, blonde is so not a requirement to work at GEH. It's just a coincidence that most of the females on the executive floor around Chris happen to lean towards the blonde spectrum of hair color. Though, dressing smartly is just a given, depending where you are on the ladder at GEH, the clothing allowance makes that easy for those who work for him to achieve.

I'm a little more lenient with my staff's dress code. Yes, it has to be smart, but there's no harm in being comfortable while you work. Though, jeans are only allowed on casual Friday. Believe it or not even Chris allows casual Friday, well, to a point. Depending on if they have something big in the works then its dress smartly or else get written up.

I snort and laugh almost chocking on my popcorn when I see just how many Stepford clones it takes to greet someone coming to see Grey! Reception is not even close either! It looks like a doctor's not an executive floor and while yes ours is modern it's still a place where those who work in it can feel like they can still breathe, nothing like this sterile cold environment. So definitely only got permission for the outside.

They took creative license with the interior though or used another building because that's not the interior at all. You would think that they would have grilled Jamie for the deets, but then I suppose they wouldn't have wanted to face Chris's wrath at the blatant invasion of privacy. He's gonna rip them all a new one for shooting the outside. Ros is gonna have to really spin a good reason why she let them even shoot even that.

Andrea is spot on. She is after all the gatekeeper. She has to be a dragon.

DJ having known me since my teens captured many of my quirks and expressions in her Ana.

The MET called they want their gallery back! That's not even close to the lair of the great one! Again while his GEH Lair is modern in design that's not even close.

He's mastered even the CEO glare. The smirk. The arched eyebrow. The thing he does when he's trying to look into your soul to see how you tick. All of it. But there's so much more to my babe then his alpha 'take on the world' persona. He's funny and sweet. None of that is here and barely in the books. He's got all of his mannerisms down and I credit that to him shadowing Chris for a month for research to a role. Neither of us had clue one that it was to play Grey. Above all! My Christian is not and never has been that big of an arrogant bastard!

Oh, god, I hope that I'm not this pathetic when I'm under my babe's spell. "Yes, he's hot! But you are an honor student for Christ sake! Stop panting like a bitch in heat!" I hiss in disgust at the screen.

"It's not real…" Bella hisses in my ear.

"I'm not like that am I, because…" I cringe, knowing that for the most part the two of them staring at each other at the elevator like they wish to jump each other's bones is spot on. I've often wondered if she had inside sources while she was writing her farce.

"Your soulmate is a drop dead gorgeous demigod. Staring at him like he's dinner is a foregone conclusion. The cringe worthy thing is that I acted like that more often than not around Edward, so don't fret over it. It's not really your mannerisms in the book, they are mine and Edward's. It was a fanfic off of my Singer Saga first. All she really did was change the names and a few things…" Bella's wincing as much as I am while watching this.

Again Kate's tenacious and won't let up and they've beyond captured it here. I roll my eyes at their conversation and remember Kate constantly harping about me and Chris. I wasn't nearly as crazy as Mia and Kate were regarding boys. Besides, Chris had the fear of god drilled into his head regarding what would happen if he took advantage of me during our high school years. Holding hands, cuddling, making out was fine anything else and there would be consequences. Dire consequences. It was overkill because I was nowhere near ready and Chris respected that. It was always Chris and Ana since forever. We were always together. We loved each other no question. Were best friends. The biggest problem was neither one of us wanted to jeopardize that by giving into our awakening more serious feelings for each other. We had all the time in the world to explore this new phase in our relationship.

Some of this is down right comical when you see it playing out on screen. I can't help but comment during the whole Clayton's hardware store scene. Carla blowing off her daughter's graduation is just wrong and Mom would never have done that to me. Graduating from College is a milestone not something that should be shrugged away as nothing. I shoot a spit wad at the screen getting the actress playing Carla between the eyes.

It's unnerving seeing Jamie flash my husband's smirk trying to seduce and enthrall DJ on the screen. "Does she have no sense of self- preservation?! He's listing all the tools used by a fudging stalker serial killer and she's just like sure let's go to the next item on your list! And then she goes and recommends coveralls to cover up any sign of the crime after he's finished the deed!? Who the hell cares if Kate wants a fudging photo! The man just bought some alarming items and she's lost in his thrall!? I'd be trying any way that I could to send him on his way and get the hell away from him before becoming his next prey! The girl has no self-preservation at all!" I growl loudly all the while throwing candy at the screen.

"Been there done that…not the whole hardware store thing, but I let him sleep in bed with me knowing full well that he was fighting the instinct too…" Bella shrugs and pats my cheek. "Not real…breathe…think of it as being exposed to something so addictive that you don't care…all self preservation just vanishes…your mind shuts down…you can't tell me that you don't have that same reaction with Chris…seriously, you've been together since you were babies and it must have been hell to resist when you hit your teens…as for the no self-preservation…didn't you follow Kate and Mia into that club, while the warning signals were blaring in your head?

"Chris got the fear of god drilled into his head when we hit our teens, not that it mattered. I wasn't ready and Chris was terrified of ruining what we had, so we didn't officially date until my sweet sixteen, but to anyone who didn't know us it looked like we'd been dating for years. We were always together. The paps got us when we held hands, cuddled, kissed that sort of thing. He kissed the socks off me whenever he felt threatened by other guys…trust me, I knew the chemistry was there, but it also scared the shit out me…I so wasn't like you were with Edward. Not until Harvard, my birthday, and finally Vegas. Like you. Chris and I didn't take that step until our wedding night. Now as for the other bit, I was trying to protect my big sisters, not going along because I was curious to jump feet first down the rabbit hole. I knew that I was gonna be able to get them out of harms way if I needed too or that was the plan in my head…all that went blank the second I stepped into kink central…" I wince as that day flashed clear as day across my mind.

"Oops…" Bella bites her lip and focuses back on the screen.

I throw popcorn at her and growl.

"I keep forgetting that you have that memory quirk and that words can trigger those not so nice trips down past memory lane." She shakes the popcorn out of her hair.

"It's fine." I groan as I force my brain to focus on the screen and shove all of the other shit back into the farthest corners of it. "Watching this is awkward as hell for both of us…and I am trying my damndest to keep in mind that this is not real, but it's proving difficult to focus seeing as it's my name and Chris's being spoken on the screen."

"Just chant in your brain that it's not real…" She reaches over and gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Fine…yeah…ok…I'll try…" I blow out a breath and focus on the movie.

I think I missed some of the minor scenes like Jose's puppy love panting over DJ and the photoshoot. No big loss there. They're on to the coffee shop and the interrogation of one, as he's not about to give her anything but the smallest of details about himself, but he wants to know everything about her. He's staring at her like she's dinner and hasn't eaten for days. Again not alarming in the least. He's doing that compelling stare that Chris does when he wants something and the poor little lamb doesn't have a chance in hell of resisting it. And after all of that effort to lure her into his sensual thrall he goes cold, warns her off him making her feel like she's nothing! Not worthy of the Great Christian Grey!

He'd have gotten kneed in the balls so bad that he'd need a double testicle retrieval for that!

Then he sends her the books and that cryptic message! Warning her off him! It's no wonder that she goes to get drunk after her finals are over. She's in withdrawal and doesn't know what she did wrong that he just ended the chase like that.

Loved the drunk dialing! I did that once to Chris and he went mental just like this Christian is doing! It didn't help that I went to a party with the girls when we were supposed to be having a girl's night at Kate's. We ditched security by me hacking the feed.

Jose is pathetic. She doesn't want you! Move on already! I throw skittles at the screen.

Christian to the rescue! He's lucky she puked on the ground! I did far worse to Chris! Kate, my Kate, would never have let me leave with a virtual stranger while nearly blackout drunk that is so not what a best friend and sister should ever do! Warning him to behave or not! It's just wrong! She would have raced over the second I passed out, not let someone I barely knew take me home!

Not that this ever happened to me with anyone other than my babe and Cue the morning after! Snarky bastard isn't he! And we're back to the compelling lustful stares again! And yep she's hooked the second he took his shirt off! The crawling up the bed and biting the toast was just him setting the hook…then another tug on the line mentioning the shower and making sure she sees more eye candy and she doesn't stand a chance in hell. She's under his compulsion…Literally like a moth to a flame…

I am trying not to zone out really I am, but she's just so pathetically needy…then again demigod…mere mortal female…nope she didn't stand a chance…

Logan's phone lights up on his armrest. He has an override to Barney's app on his phone all of us do.

Google alerts start flashing like mad as soon as he runs his finger over the screen. Followed by one hell of a flashy capital text shouting DO NOT LET ANA SEE THIS! I MEAN IT! UNTIL I CAN FIGURE OUT HOW WE AREN'T HAVING TO MOVE ACROSS THE POND!

I snatch his phone from him and start scrolling down the Google Alerts. My eyes are getting bigger and bigger as what they are all reporting sinks in!

It's the NOOZ. I think its all BS and so I go through the next twenty and know that it's not just trash talking! Somehow the membership diary of the Black Lotus Society going back decades has been leaked!

Elliot, Sam, Logan that I already knew at fifteen and they were undercover? Right?

Ella not even the least bit floored by that! Marcus as a switch, well, he married her so connect the dots!

Jason and Gail!? Mom and Dad!? Grace and Carrick!? Let's just say that all the Scooby Gang's parents were all members of this private little kink club! But haven't been since we were toddlers and Elliot and the big brothers were teens…It's like they all quit cold turkey or kept it to the bedroom!? Fucking hell, do my Mommy and Daddy have a playroom!? Is that the storage room in the basement that has been restricted since as long as I can remember even to this day it's off limits! Wait! Holy fucking shit! All of our parents have a storage room! No! Stop it Ana! Do not go there!

As for any of us well Kate doesn't surprise me in the least. Mia and Ethan? It should but she's as wild as Kate and Ethan worshipped the ground Elliot walked on. Jose and Paul. Ros and Gwen…

I can't read the list anymore…Granny T and Grandpa T made my mind shut down.

Logan's got his other phone and is texting like mad on it while I'm sitting here reading article after article and some of them have photos! How the fuck did this get leaked?! It's an ongoing federal investigation!?

I'm gonna be seriously ill! How can I ever look any of them in the eyes again! This is PR Armageddon! Dante must be having a coronary!? Ros is acting CEO and she's been outed as being a DOMME! Thank heaven Chris only signed the fucking guest register with initials CJW during his walk in his mother's shoes!

I'm so horrified and glued to article after article that I've missed the deflowering scene and look up when I hear Jamie's voice reading the contract! And it flashes large as life on the screen! It's so quiet in the theater right now, they're all entranced by his voice.

It's easy to make out the hisses between theater goers who were able to catch breaking news as it broke an hour before the movie started. Wondering if Chris and I have followed in our parents shadow….that one of those pictures was of Kate, Mia, and I when we stepped foot into the rabbit hole at fifteen! Mia and I are gaping in horror seeing our siblings getting their kink on, while Kate's enthralled by a shirtless Elliot in leather pants….Hearing one of them hiss that maybe, EL had gotten it wrong that I was the Domme and that's when I can't take it anymore!

Popcorn goes flying, as does anything and everything in my lap, as I blindly bolt to my feet and take off running up the aisle on killer heels!

I need out! This place is suffocating me! Their gossiping is making me physically ill! I race through the curtain and thank the gods above that the doors were open, because I would have kicked the shit out of them just to escape this theater! I slam the door shut! I don't want company!

I want CHRIS! I want my BABIES! I want to take the eyesore and sail away! We'll live and run our companies on our ISLAND! Away from having to deal with the family! They made their beds….Gods! No! Ana do not go there! Chris! Must find Chris! He's already on damage control and he's right! I wanna move to London, but then it's gone viral, so our ISLAND will have to become our new forever home!

Logan's shouts echo after me and to my horror those photos and videos of Chris playing spy flashes in my head! Everything that I have eaten starts to make a reappearance into the pot of the poor Ficus tree near the stairs.

I blink back the crazy electric wavy lines from my vision that are caused by the sheer force of my body purging itself. I hear the door crash open and Bella shouting my name and that shakes me out of my daze enough to bolt down the staircase!

My ankle is screaming at me to slow down from the punishment that I am giving it by bolting down the unforgiving marble stairs, but all I can think of is escape and Chris!

"ANA!" Chris shouts up at me from the bottom of the staircase and starts to race towards me. "Baby! Slow the fuck down! You're ankle!"

"CHRISTIAN!" I just want him to hold me and make this all go away and can't get to him fast enough. My ankle is fine and just as that denial starts to leave my mouth I feel something give way in my ankle and it can no longer hold me up anymore, as I start to fall and he catches me in his arms. Pain the equivalent of reliving both pregnancies rips up my leg and the sheer force of it makes me nearly pass out in his arms.

Chris sweeps me up into his arms and races down the steps. "I've got you, sweets. Just try and breathe through the pain. Like we were taught with the babies."

"It won't work anymore…" I whimper against his shoulder.

"I know baby, but Paul is gonna make it all better as soon as we get you to the hospital…" He kisses the top of my head as we race out of the theater where an ambulance and Paul is waiting?

We're blinded by flashing lights and I'm not talking about the emergency vehicles either! News crews have camped outside the theater as well as the Paps! But the NYPD are valiantly holding them at bay!

"Paul and Jose fled for their lives…" I pant out, as if I was in labor, through the spikes of agonizing pain.

"Jose is in the NORO ward along with all the other family members. They didn't even make it to the airport. Alice called Paul telling him he needed to get to the theater ASAP. Edward was next. He told me and I raced across the street through sheer bedlam to get to you, after I felt you lose it…" He grits his teeth, as he shares in my pain, as I'm carefully set on the stretcher.

"Next time, I'm sedating you and getting you checked out!" Paul growls down at me from the bench inside, as I'm loaded into the ambulance. Chris jumps in after him.

The EMT goes to start an IV and Paul snarls at him when he's told to back off. "I'm an emergency trauma surgeon and I can take it from here! Just assist me with what I need to get her stabilized and get us there as fast as you fucking can!"

"Sir, don't touch…" He growls at Chris when he helps Paul by holding up the IV Bag for him with his free hand, setting it into place.

"She's his world! And he's also a licensed EMT! He's not gonna do anything to harm her! He wants pain meds in her yesterday to ease the mind numbing pain that his other half is in! Now get her set up with a nasal cannula now!"

"I've had worse…" I croak out weakly. "Teddy…Alex…"

"It's increased your pain threshold to astounding levels. You should be screaming bloody murder or be unconscious from the pain level you're experiencing right now." Paul starts a morphine drip and I start to feel like I'm floating away.

"Chris…" I squeeze his hand.

"Baby, just close your eyes and let the meds help you." Chris kisses my forehead.

"You, me, our babies…Teddy's tub toy…escape…Island…" I manage to whisper to him before the meds work their magic and I drift off.

"Would that we could, but it's under a Typhoon warning…we're borrowing Edward and Bella's Island for a while…" He whispers in my ear and I smile. No way in hell the family is gonna take on our immortal cousins.