Chapter 3: Wine, Cheese and a Baby.

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Alright, so this is coming in a bit earlier than I thought it would be. Which may imply you wouldn't be getting another update until next week. Hope you enjoy this one :)

"And who is this fine gentleman that has accompanied you?" Dr. Greene questioned with a knowing beam. She has seen him around me for quite some time now, but had meet been introduced.

"I'm Luke Sawyer, ma'am." Luke extended a hand, slightly nervous to be in the office of my lady doctor. He was still oblivious to why he was here.

Dr. Greene smiled warmly as she took it, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ana will need your support... Speaking of which," she turned to address me, "Where is Mr. Grey?"

"He's busy at work." I was not lying exactly... Christian simply was not informed.

Dr. Greene gave a disapproving shake of her head. Clearly, she was one of those doctors that insisted both parents would be present for baby appointments. I shrugged, as if it could not be helped.

"Well, do tell him I expect him to be here the next appointment." Dr. Greene stated matter-of-factly.

"Alright, take a seat Luke." She gestured towards the empty seat by me. "No need to be nervous." Luke let out an awkward laugh which made me smile. He was just as nervous as I was. "Now, Mrs Grey, have you noticed any changes to your body?"

Luke shuffled uncomfortably.

I shook my head. I felt perfectly normal.

"You can expect the nausea to start in about one or two weeks. Although most women have it, others may not and you just may be one of the lucky ones." Dr. Greene clasped her hands together as she spoke.

Nausea? "Like... Morning sickness?"

"Yes, so in due time, I expect you to increase food intake in expectation. It's morning sickness but it occurs throughout the day, so just be prepared."

"Morning sickness?" Luke coughed out, too surprised.

Dr. Greene nodded at him, "Ana, would you like to do a sonogram to see the child?"

Luke stopped breathing and so did I. I had never expected to see my child... Definitely not today. If Christian decided not to have this child... It would be too much for me to handle. To see my beautiful child growing in me, to see his little hands forming along with his toes and know that he was to be removed. It would pain me too much.

"No." Luke spoke up before I could.

We both turned to look at Luke, who was glaring at me. "Doctor, could we please have a moment?"

Uncertain to what was happening, Dr. Greene reluctantly agreed and left the room. The wooden door shut, creating an echo in the room as Luke glared me down.

He folded his arms crossly, "You're pregnant?"

I could only nod.

"Christian doesn't know." He stated, not even a question. "Why the hell not?"

"You've heard him... He doesn't want a child. He's going to make me abort him, I know it." I felt myself defensive, as if I had anticipated Luke to take my side.

"It doesn't matter what he you think he thinks," Luke growled, throwing his hands up in the air. "He deserves to know."

I shook my head, "He'll take my child."

"The child's not just yours!" He gave an incredulous narrowing of his eyes. "Christian's supposed to be here, not me. I can't just sit here and go through with this sonogram... He's the father, Ana. He should be the first to see his child."

If only that were true. The conversation I had with Christian this morning immersed in my mind. "He won't want to see him... He said this morning he doesn't want children until five or ten years later. This child..." I held my belly and cradled it. "Will not be loved by his father."

"Anastasia, stop this!" Luke was exasperated. "You can't put words in his mouth and imagine his reaction before actually seeing it. Stop. Running." He spat through his teeth.

"I'm protecting my child!" I screeched. Both hands crossing my belly in defense.

Luke put a hand on my shoulder, his eyes narrowing further. "You have to tell him."

The three possible scenarios replayed themselves in my head and I was suddenly frightened. I did not want to find out how he felt about the baby, I could only expect the worst. I did not want to be thrown out of Christian's life. Now that Luke was in the loop, there seemed to be only one way out.

"I'll abort the child." I was breathless but my heart thumped noisily. Luke's eyes widened in surprise, his grip on me softened. "I can't face him until I abort the child."

Luke took some time to regain his composure. "It's the pregnancy hormones talking right now, sweetie. You're just slightly hysterical."

The tears began to slip from my eyes, sliding down my cheekbones. I craved Christian's embrace and approval, I craved for his company. Luke gently tugged me into his chest, his arms cuddling my close as I cried. "Don't be frightened, Ana."

My tears streamed uncontrollably, a much needed cathartic release that I had held back the last few days. Luke soothed me with his palm against my back. Even in his embrace, it was not enough. I wanted Christian to tell me that everything was going to be alright.

"Okay, okay." Luke calmed me slightly. "I won't tell Christian. You can take all the time you need, just calm down and think things through."

I nodded into his chest. An abortion seemed like the only way out now because I was looking at it from a microscopic point of view. I needed the time to step back and view the big picture instead of the red dot on it.

There was a knock on the door. "Is everything alright?" Dr. Greene probed and I heard her step into the office. "Oh my, what's wrong with Mrs. Grey?"

"She's just nervous, it's driven her slightly hysterical." Luke answered steadily, not revealing anything she should not know.

"Of course, yes. These hormone rushes will be quite persistent, so please do take care of her." Dr. Greene instructed with a stern warning in her tone.

"I think we should reschedule this appointment, ma'am." Luke spoke on my behalf. "Ana's too shaken at the moment."

"Of course. I'll speak to Claire, her assistant." Dr. Greene was very understanding as Luke began to help me up to my feet.

"Thank you." I muttered when she held the door open for the both of us.

Gracing me with one of the brightest smiles I had ever seen, she gave me a pat on the head. "It's all very new, but with friends and family to support you, you will pull through."

At her words, I clutched onto Luke tighter. He was the only one I was going to share this with and probably the only one who was going to support me through this. Opening my teary eyes wider, I was about to thank him when someone caught my eye.

"Take care of your child." Dr. Greene waved, throwing fuel into the blossoming misunderstanding before us. "I'll see the both of you soon."

"Ana? Sawyer?"

I swallowed, truly petrified this time round. My hands went clammy around Luke's waist as the distance between us slowly grew shorter and shorter. My secret was about to be exposed once more.

Luke cleared his throat and took a step forward to meet her. "Dr. Trevylan-Grey."

Grace's eyes filled with horror and surprise, twice the intensity that had painted Luke's. She shifted her glance, alternating between Dr. Greene's office and our embrace. I watched as she filled in the blanks herself, inferring from the most recent words she had heard from the doctor.

"Does Christian..." Her hand came to her mouth in torment. "...know?"

That made me sob more and I turned my head into Luke's chest once more. Luke remained silent, knowing full well that I had forced him into secrecy just moments ago. It was up to me to explain this, explain how I was depressed over bearing Christian's child.

Beep, beep, beep.

All our attentions turned to Grace's pager that was clipped to her clipboard. The screen of the small device turned red in light of an emergency. Just as it did, a group of nurses raced past us.

"Grace!" A passing doctor called, stopping to gesture for her to follow. "It's critical in the ICUs!"

Conflicted, Grace stood rooted in her place. I observed as she cracked, uncertain which situation called for her immediate attention. "GRACE!" The doctor snapped once more, his face a portrait of fluster and worry. "The bacterium is spreading!"

"Go." I whispered.

But it was enough to convince the devoted doctor. Grace furrowed her eyebrows at me before turning to speed after the hoard of nurses and doctors. This baby would still be here eight months from now with abortion tucked away at the back of my mind.

"This red wine is absolutely divine." Christian clinked his wine glass gently with Georgia and Henry, Chicago's billionaire couple. I listened quietly as the three of them began talking alcohol, wine in particular.

Luke was standing just a few feet away, right beside Taylor. Taylor had his eyes trained on the entrance, scanning and scrutinizing anybody who stepped into the dining hall. On the other hand, Luke kept his gaze fixed on me, watching my every move and possibly dying of a heart attack every time I almost bumped into anybody.

I had avoided wine at all costs. After all, I had to face it, I was pregnant. Since an abortion was out of the question, surely, a miscarriage was too. After our run in with Grace, anything 'hush-hush' was out of the question. If I lost this child, Luke and Grace would know. If I aborted this child, Grace and Luke would be infuriated.

Christian let loose a carefree laugh, leaning back onto the wooden table as Henry handed him some cheese to try it with. I felt awful. We had finally gotten to a place where we were both so happy and at ease with one another. I had to forget my shot and end up with his child.

"And Anastasia?" Georgia beckoned for my attention as I snapped out of my thought process. She smiled at me sweetly, her eyes twinkling in envy of Christian as my husband. "You haven't drank all night… I fear that you're not a wine enthusiast."

Show time, my inner goddess sang. She threw on a pair of Gucci shades and buttoned her floral Chanel blouse.

Perfect wife alert. I tried my best to giggle, "Oh trust me, there was once a time where Christian here," I patted his chest, "had to lock the alcohol cabinet to keep it away from me."

Part of being Christian's wife called for the ability to entertain. Better relationships would lead to prospect clients and potential business growth. Just as I had expected, the couple laughed in response.

"But you've yet to drink anything, are you thirsty at all?" Henry charmed, his eyes smoldering in the dim light. "I could get you a drink if you like."

"That's not necessary." Christian was suddenly edgy and slightly cold, his arm snaking protectively around my waist. "I can take care of my own wife."

Henry let out a low whistle and put his hands up in mock surrender, "Hey, just trying to be friendly."

"Oh Henry." Georgia gushed as she leaned against Henry's shoulder, "You could learn a thing or to about protecting your woman from Christian here." Henry all but rolled his eyes and pursed his lips at Georgia, not oblivious to her flirtation attempts directed at Christian.

Before the atmosphere got more awkward, I reached for the glass of white wine sitting on the wooden table. "Alright, alright, no need to get all tense," I shook my head at them playfully. "If you want me to drink, I'll drink." Pressing the wine glass to my lips, I took a swig of the cool bubbly liquid.

The couple clapped for me and Christian smiled.

"Mrs. Grey, that glass is unsanitary." Luke's scolded softly, withholding his anger at my irresponsible action. He waited for me to let go of the glass before taking it away from me, his eyes cautioning me to behave.

Christian watched him leave with a confused expression; those glasses had only just been recently poured by the waiters.

"It's alright, come, have another." Henry grabbed one more and extended it out to me.

Just as I was about to reach for it, I met Luke's killer glare. "Um," I swallowed. "It's okay, the wine didn't taste too good anyway."

"Please excuse us." Christian was distracted as he tugged me away from the couple. He rested both palms on either side of my shoulder and stared into my soul with his blazing grey eyes. "Something's going on, Ana. What is it?"

Under his gaze, I squirmed. If I thought Luke's scrutiny was overwhelming, Christian's was definitely suffocating. I had to give myself some time to break away from the chains he had my mind in before I could come up with something to say, "Nothing. I'm just not feeling very well."

Still skeptical to my explanation, but as loving as he was, Christian sighed. "You should've told me earlier. We wouldn't have come."

"I don't want you to miss any of your public appearances," I started and before he could argue, I added, "And I would never let you attend them alone either."

"Alright, no more drinks tonight Ana." He conceded, pulling me close to press his lips against my forehead. "We'll leave after my speech, sweetheart. Just bear with it a little." I felt his hands lock around my lower back, soaking up the feel of my skin against his. "In the morning I'll call Dr. Greene over."

"We now welcome Seattle's finest businessman, Christian Grey, to give a few words." The host of this entire party whose name I had forgotten raised a glass towards us.

Christian offered me a reassuring smile and a quick I'll-be-right-back wink before walking towards the spotlight. Everybody around us erupted into a round of applause. As expected, Luke seized the chance to stand by me, his arms rigid around himself.

He leaned in subtly, "That was mighty irresponsible of you."

I laughed along with the crowd as Christian cracked a cute joke, "I know, I won't do it again."

"It's not a matter of apologies, Ana." Luke grunted, displeased at my attitude. "It's life or death and it's not even your life right now."

Luke was right. I sighed and gave him a conceded nod. What was I thinking when I drank that gulp of wine?

"You're not still thinking of dropping the child are you?" Luke probed worriedly as Christian began to round up his speech.

I glanced at Luke, his panic apparent under his controlled form. "I'm trying not to think of that."

Luke's jaw clenched, about to say something when he was interrupted by a returning Christian. "Ana, Sawyer." Christian said, puzzled. "Sawyer, ready the car."

"Right away, sir." Still trying to send me signals with his eyes, Luke raised his hand slightly to grab Taylor's attention.

Christian's eyebrows furrowed as he took my hand protectively, not understanding what was going on. Luke spun on his feet and headed towards Taylor. "What was that about?"

I could lie once more, "I have no clue."

Christian did not believe me for one minute, but he was not one to make a scene in public. "We will discuss this at home."

I loved how he referred to Escala as home. Our home. "Of course."

Taylor joined our stride as we descended the ballroom steps to the lobby. "Mr. Grey, Dr. Trevylan-Grey is currently at Escala."

At the mere mention of her name, my heart sunk into the deep sea. My eyes swam momentarily but I held onto Christian and forced my legs to keep the momentum. I was so screwed. Without a doubt, she was going to confront me about what she saw earlier today.

"Oh, that's fantastic!" Christian chimed genuinely, happy that he was about to see his mother. "Now we won't need Dr. Greene in the morning."

Luke caught my shocked expression as we reached the car, immediately picking up on my vibe. He held the door open for me and tried his best to reassure me silently. There was nothing he could say or do that would change the impending conflict.

I had thought I would have a little more time to prepare myself, to ready myself to tell Christian the truth. But now my fate was gushing towards me at the speed of light, Christian was going to be fifty shades of f*cking angry. Crossing my fingers, I prayed to God that Taylor would drive at the speed of a snail.

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