CPOV

I'm up at five so that I'm ready for when Amy arrives with Hardy. Ana needs to be up at seven so she is ready for the day and can take her pills at seven thirty, so in reality it is the first real test with Hardy and his training. I'm ready at six thirty, tell Gail and Taylor whats happening so they're not alarmed. Amy arrives with Hardy at six fifty, this way we can run down the schedule today which is mellow.

"Who is first up normally?" Amy asks.

"Gail and Jason," I motion to the Taylor's.

"Will one of them be setting out Mrs. Grey's medication packs?" She holds out two water bottles with a yellow pouch and blue pouch attached to them. "I want whoever to do this come with me to the kitchen so that Hardy knows who places the water bottle, where it will be and if it is not there who to get."

"Gail or myself will do that," I say.

The three of us go to the kitchen and stand by the counter, Gail's no-go zone for me because the last time I was in the kitchen I blew up the microwave. Amy shows us the bottles with pouches again.

"Blue is for night, yellow for morning and he knows that. Night meds have a lower dose then the morning ones and Hardy knows which bottle to grab. He has a cellphone made for these types of dogs in his harness, it alerts him when to wake her up, when she needs her meds and he is able to call 911 if it ever comes to that."

Five beeps come from his harness and we watch Hardy run to the master bedroom, whenever Ana has been out with Maia or myself we have had Amy bring Hardy over so he knows the apartment really well already. The three of us join Taylor in the dining room where he has the wireless monitor set up so we can watch what is happening.

Hardy tromps into the master bath and switches on the shower with the special handles we installed last week, then he continues into the bedroom and tries to wake Ana up. The thing with Ana is that she is not a morning person, never has been. He is having a hard time waking her and we trained him to not get up on the beds or couches unless Ana asks him to come up with a signal she does not yet know. He licks and nuzzles her face, the poor dog looks frustrated and Amy and I share an amused look. When Ana finally wakes she does not look happy until she notices Hardy, her face lights up with pure joy and excitement. He pushes her into the bathroom and into the shower. I move the monitor so others can't watch my wife strip and lather herself up in soap. Hardy runs out to us, through to the bathroom and runs back to the bathroom with the water bottle and yellow pouch. He sets it on the vanity then waits at the door of the shower for her to finish.

At seven twenty he turns off the shower and waits for Ana to dry off, blow dry her hair and take her meds. Like I knew she would she tries to walk away from her meds but Hardy barks and blocks her exit, he pushes her back to the vanity where she has no choice other then to take the meds in order to get out and get dressed. She looks between the water bottle/pouch and the dog five times before reaching for them. Good lord I love this dog, she takes her meds and they both walk into the bedroom then closet where there are no camera.

When Ana and Hardy walk out and into the living room she is dressed in jeans, AC/DC t-shirt, and red all-stars. Her hair is pulled up into a high pony tail which swings back and forth with each step. Her eyes bore into me with one of the most fierce glares I have seen from her.

'What's wrong?" I attempt not to laugh.

"It's not even eight Christian!" She shrieks.

"I know, but Emily said that meds will be taken at seven thirty, morning and night because that is what we trained Hardy for."

"But it's so EARLY!"

"Kitten," I warn.

She pouts but follows me through to the kitchen where Gail and Amy are chatting, Taylor has vanish but is doing what he does which we always benefit from. We eat a balanced breakfast, another thing that Emily said Ana could benefit from. Balanced meals at scheduled times, apparently a set schedule works really well with those who have mental health troubles.

The kids are still asleep, Maia is the first to wake up and zombie walk out and to the breakfast bar where she takes her seat. She is dressed in one of my t-shirts which goes halfway down her shins, and thank god Ava brushed out and braided the rats nest yesterday when Maia was at Elliot's. It takes Maia till she is finished her breakfast and taking her plate to the sink to rinse off does she notice Hardy sitting at Ana's feet.

Noah races out of his room when he hears Maia screeching, he's clearly not impressed that the blood curdling screams are just because of a dog. Ana's not happy either, Kitten wants to be back in bed.

My phone rings at the same time as the house phone, Gail answers that one while Ana watches me answer mine. She watches intently which I find adorable.

"Christian!" Mia screams, she's in labor. " You… hospital… NOW!"

"We'll be there in twenty," I laugh.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I would never dream of it, Sassy."

I hang up, apparently Luke was on the house phone so we need to move fast. Maia and Noah run to get dressed, we all brush our teeth and grab bags of stuff that we probably won't need but take anyway. Amy is coming with us with Hardy, not on the schedule but it will open up situations we may not have thought about before hand.

When we get to the hospital and on the correct floor everyone else is already there, a private waiting room barely enough to hold our family. Maia and Noah run and join their cousin's while Kitten, Amy and I join the adults.

"Who's dog?" Dad asks.

"Ana's," I say through clenched teeth.

"Why do you have a dog in a hospital?" Mom frowns.

I roll my eyes to the heavens, this is the last thing that we need today is Mom and Dad to pick at everything I do more. They piss me off again and the next place I am sending them is Antarctica in the winter.

"He's a service dog, trained to be in this type of environment so he's good. I train many dogs who work as therapy dogs in hospitals, hospice centres and pediatric wards. Hardy knows not to bark or get in the way, I take my job seriously," Ana answers.

"Why does Ana need a service dog?" My mother just can't stop.

My mother really can't get off of our case. Last night when I regretted my decision to send my parents to Seattle to do the work I was going to do I thought she had learned. Clearly I hold to much faith in my mother and she is not the person I thought she was, we just don't need her negativity.

Mia stupidly decided to birth her twins naturally, but all her other kids have usually ended in being emergency c-sections, so I do not agree with this course of action but Mia is Luke's responsibility and he holds the final call.

Amy grabs my attention and I look over at Ana and Hardy who are sitting in the far corner of the room away from all adults and children. Ana's eyes are slightly glazed over but Hardy gathers her attention and she never fully falls into one of her spells, she doesn't freak out of flashback. We definitely have hope here for the future, this is really something out. Her attention begins to drift back into her mind but all Hardy has to do is whimper and then lick her hand. Ana asks to take a walk with Hardy so I surrender her to Amy, Reynolds and Hardy. I have faith in that team that she will be okay and come back in one piece.

Right now Ana prefers to be away from our family, especially my parents. She has a good reason for it but it is upsetting to watch. She used to love my parents almost as much as they loved her, always wanted to be with them to learn from them. Everything has changed here and no one seems to have a good reason for it.

Luke calls me into the room once Ana has left with her team, I've been in the room for each of Mia's births. We are the closest sibling set in the family, close emotionally and mentally not in age.

I sit in a chair by her head, she clings to my hand as another contraction hits her. Holy shit, I think she could break my hand.

"Christian, I am sorry for how I've treated Ana. I was just listening to what mom was saying to us when you weren't around," Mia groans.

"It's okay Sassy, I know. I don't blame you, I blame mom. Just, be good to Ana from now on please."

"C, is she stable?"

"Yes."

"Good. Do you have your answers yet?"

"I'm getting them slowly."

"Why she ran?"

"I think I finally get it. I understand more at least because of Ana and her psychiatrist Emily. They have taken time to explain a lot to me."

"Christian?"

"Yeah?"

"Call Dr. Greene… Erica… Something's wrong…" Mia's voice faded.

I hit the call button multiple times and three nurses and Erica rush into the room, no idea what they are saying with they're talking about in their doctor language. Suddenly we are rushing down the hall to the OR for another emergency c-section. Mia knows how to get all the attention on her. Luke and I change into scrubs and scrub in with a couple nurses before entering the OR which is already prepped and ready to go. We sit at her head although she is out cold, we know we were there. I hope that someone has told our parents what's happening, otherwise we are all in trouble. Luke is white, we've never seen this before and now we are facing this with my baby sister.

"She's going to be okay, Luke," I smile.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"Because there is no way Mia is leaving this world silently, she is going to go out kicking and screaming when she does."

We both laugh lightly, stopped when we hear a baby cry. Both of us look over the partition to see Erica hand her off to a nurse.