Hello to you all, new and old followers! I know I said I would update yesterday but life got in the way and I am going to type a quick chapter today to keep you guys sweet.
It might be short, but it's something. I have 2 hours before I can't go on the computer anymore, so here's to trying to write a lengthy chapter!

Chapter 12 – MORTON

Christian's P.O.V

OUTSIDE ANA'S ROOM NOW -C

I send that email to my main security team. Taylor and Sawyer appear in front of me.
"Reynolds?" I ask
"guarding the front sir" I nod in agreement. Yes, I guess I shouldn't take away a good man from doing his duties.
I am furious. How the fuck did some asshole manage to smash into my car? The press are all over this like a fly to shit. Ana's picture has been plastered all over the news. The infamous Mrs Grey headlines in how she'd been in a case of hit and run. The other car involved must be totaled but it didn't remain at the scene. Some utter asshole managed to drive away in a car that should be off roaded and no one battered an eyelash. Whoever this fucker is I am going to find them and destroy every aspect about them. They will pay.

"Any news?" I ask Taylor and he looks at me worried. I don't want the answer to be no. My whole life was in that car and yet again, she wasn't safe. I try to picture who could do this! Elena? No, not she would have the capacity to do that surely? Then who? Who would want to hurt someone so pure and innocent? It's me. It is always going to be about me. My past will always be here to fuck us over. I wish this fucker would come after me and take me on rather than trying to destroy the only thing that has given me life.
"what did Welch get from the CCTV cameras? Was the number plate visible?". I already know this asshole has thought of everything. I bet the number plate isn't even real.
"Fake number plate sir. The pictures were not clear enough to get a look at the suspects face. Definitely male though". I curse. Of course, they are always male. All fucking filthy hard ons walking this earth, wanting to get their dicks in anything that breathes. We started receiving disgusting mail and notes to the penthouse since Ana has been in the public eye. All fucking filth. We've had to hide this from her – I don't want her to know how some people portray my beautiful wife.
They describe in much detail what they would do to her tight ass and how they'd claim her in other ways. My fist tightens at the though. Security has had to endure the process sorting out the shit before it reaches my breakfast table. Sawyer didn't mind at first until boxers with ejaculation turned up. My stomach was on fire with rage. She was mine, and she will always be fucking mine.

I head back into Ana's room and she is still asleep. Still unaware of the scum and dangers out there. We have been here 3 days and she is making progress, though her head trauma keeps coming back to fuck her over.
Ana continues to feel dizzy and vomits. A lot. More so mixed with morning sickness. I wager that she vomits as much as peeing now.
I look at her wrapped in the blanket. She looks so small and fragile. It takes me everything not to grab her and run back home with her tucked in my arms.
I honestly can say that I love her more than anything. She is just so fucking beautiful, even with bruised skin and a fracture.
I study her and when I glance at her bruised head – I feel anger. Anger that someone would want to do this to her. Why, why Ana! Take me, I scream inside my head. Take me, I can handle myself but she's just so innocent and lovely and pregnant.
I hear a knock at the door and Ray Steele peeks his head in. I smile as he enters the room. This poor man has had to see his daughter in hospital more than out.
He walks over and sits on the spare chair to Ana's other side and grabs her hand.
"How is she?" He asks and I sigh.
"She's getting there. We just need to keep an eye on her head. The sickness hasn't stopped".
Ray sighs and rubs his eyes with his fingers.
"Who did this?" he asks. I want to tell him I know. I want to find him too.
"I've got people looking into it. But honestly, Ray. I don't fucking know and it is driving me nuts. I am trying my darn best to protect her but I can't even do that" I say and put my face in my hands.
"Now, Christian. I know you are trying. But there are some sick people out there and My Annie is clearly attracting someone". His words make my head hurt. I don't want to picture some psychotic wanker with visions of being with my wife.
"I will find him. Her – whoever it is, I will find them. I swear that to you now!" and he looks at me straight in the eyes.
"I believe you Christian. Just keep Annie safe. I can't bare to see her in hospital again for a long time". Then it hits me that we haven't told Ray or Carla for that matter, that Ana is pregnant. I think she wanted to do it this weekend. I want to tell him, but I'll wait for Ana's call on that one.
"Trust me Ray, me neither". Ray gets up and shakes my hand, then gives Ana a kiss on her forehead and leaves. He explains he'll come back when she is awake.
I grab my iPad and decide to check my emails. I instantly wish I didn't. E. Lincoln is sat in my inbox and I immediately fill with fire. I thought I got her blocked and removed? Barney has some explaining to do. I click on the link and open the email.

From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: Begging isn't my forte
Date: August 17 2012 15.04
To: Christian Grey

Christian,
I know you wish to cut all ties to me and I understand that. I just wanted to email and explain that I am deeply sorry. I didn't mean to offend Anastasia when I approached her. In all honestly I think this whole situation has been taken wrongly. I miss you Christian, I do, of course. I miss you as my friend. I got subsided and I just wish you could give me the time of day to explain myself.
I saw Anastasia on the news, and I do hope she is okay. Please call me if you need a friend. I'll always have you Christian.

Remember where you came from.

Mrs E. Lincoln.

….

I stare at the screen in utter confusion. I didn't mean to offend Anastasia when I approached her and The whole situation has been taken wrongly.
NO ELENA, you are one twisted daughter of a whore. I cannot deal with this shit right now. Does she have a sensor to know when to email me? She always comes crawling back for forgiveness when Ana is hurt. Does she think I am that weak, that I would dive back into her when Ana isn't able to leave a hospital bed.
I want to join Ana and punch her in the face. I delete the email and pretend I never laid eyes on it.
I look back to Ana and she is stirring awake.
I put my Ipad down on the side and head to the seat next to her.
"Hey baby" I speak but she is staring at me with tears in her eyes.
"My head. It really hurts" she cries and cries and I press her pain button. I can't bare this, please someone let me switch places with her. She is too perfect and wonderful to be put through this much shit.

Ana's P.O.V

I awake to that handsome face staring at me from the side of the bed but I can't focus on him right now. The pain is too much- it's pulsating around my eyes, my forehead. I can't see properly. My vision is slightly blurred and it scares me.
"Hey baby" Christian says but I can't stop this pain.
"My head. It's really hurts" I cry out. I know he is worried and I hear him press the pain button.
"Please, please make it stop" I cry and I wish he could. I want him to take the pain away.
I feel him lean in and place his lips against my forehead, hoping it would help me but the pain doesn't subside.
Abigail walks in and I feel her fiddle about with the machine and my wires.
"What's the pain like Mrs Grey – On a scale from 1-10?" Ana, call me Ana.
"10! I scream "Fucking 10" and I am in hysterics.
Abigail doesn't something else, I don't know what I can't even concentrate. I can feel Christian's hand on mine. I notice he is being abnormally quiet and that bothers me.
"I need to get Dr Crowe. I'll be one minute".
I hear Christian huff but I carry on crying. My head feels like it is going to roll off. Dr Crowe walks in and examines my head and decides to take another X-ray just in case they missed something. I heard fifty say she's getting paid enough she better fucking not have. If I could I'd roll my eyes.
They wheel me into the x-ray room and Christian hold my hand right up until the doors. I feel like I left my heart behind. It's been 2 seconds and I miss him already. I want him with me. I'm scared without him by my side.
I have my held and placed in different positions and before I know it, it is over. A nurse I've never seen before wheels me back to my room.
"See that wasn't so bad was it" she says on the way. I look up at her and even though I don't know her face – her voice clings to me like a memory.
"no" I squeak out.
"Miss Steele" she starts and quickly changes her words "Mrs Grey, You seem like an attraction for danger. I'd be surprise if you didn't slip on a banana peel and knock yourself unconscious".
What?
What the fuck is this woman chatting. I've know her for all of two seconds and she's made the judgment on me.
"ha ha yeah" I respond. I swear the journey to the x-ray room wasn't this long but I couldn't wait to get back to my room and more importantly Christian.
"Here we are" she says and she puts me back into my room. Though the medication has kicked in, I frown when I see fifty isn't here.
"Please press the buzzer if you are in pain, Little Princess" She smirks and shut the door behind her.
Little Princess the hairs on my neck stand up and my arms are covered in goosebumps. Little Princess. I have only ever been called that by one person and it was him.
Oh fuck

Oh fucking fuck. He's found me and of course he has. I'm the wife of the mogul that is Christian Grey, my face is on the news daily and if not that – I'm in the newspapers, magazines. It was a matter of time before he found me.
Why now. I put my hand on my stomach. Oh shit little blip. This is bad. Real bad.
I need Christian.
"SAWYER" I shout – my voice breaks but I ignore it and in he comes like the most officiant side kick there ever was.
"Mrs Grey?" he asks and I want to cry again.
"I need Christian. NOW" and my tone makes my head hurt but I need him, I fucking need him.
"Ma'am" he says and walks out.
1...2...3...4
"Christ Ana, what is wrong? Are you in pain baby?" I see him looking all over me, his hands on my cheeks gently as I sob relentlessly into his hands.
"It's my fault" I sniff out and he is confused.
"What Ana?" I wipe my snotty nose and look at my husband straight in his beautiful gray eyes.
"I knew he was going to one day come for me" Christian's eyes grow twice in size and worry waves over his face.
"Who Ana? I don't understand. Tell me, baby – Let me help you".
"Morton. Steve Morton. Husband number 3".