Authors note: Guys, thank you for the 105 follows! It means a lot. I have a few things to clear up. Apparently my Ana is 'weak'.. Hmm, I guess she could be seen as that, but then again – MY ANA differs from the Ana from the original books. Hense why it's a fan-fiction. If she is not living up to the expectations, that's fine. I repeat, this is my version. Feel free to just not read? I'm doing this cause I find it enjoyable – anyway, I have this whole week off of work, so I will probably be updating a lot over the next few days. Yippee!
Chapter 15 – Watching.
Well doesn't she look different? I remember this small mousy haired little girl, too scared to ask her mother for money to buy ice cream. My, oh my hasn't she grown. I wouldn't have recognized her originally, but her face has been all over the TV and in magazines. MRS GREY headlines followed by her fashion sense or how she's been spotted dining with Mr Grey in this or that restaurant. How did that small framed girl bag her self a wealthy man? She had little confidence and no appeal.
I watch her leave the building named Grey Publishing and she's dressed in a tight black dress and heals. Her legs have grown and they go on for weeks. I feel something different. She's always followed by some security team.
I notice that one, with brown short hair is always by her side. He's the one I need to watch. I flick my cigarette butt out of my car window and run my hands through my hair.
Sadie said that she's under watch 24/7 but there is always a way in.
But she's still little Anastasia Steele to me. No amount of money can change that. I day dream about when I were the man of her house and she was scared of me. Ha ha! I felt the power I had over her and I knew she was special. I liked her mom trust me but she was just another shag on the notch post. I needed somewhere to stay and she was so easy—it worked to my advantage.
I remember the day she took me back to her home and there she was, this little girl all brown hair and bright blue eyes. Those eyes still haunt me to this day. I felt a strange feeling when I saw her and I knew I wanted to stay there.
Getting Carla to marry me was a piece of piss. Get her so in love with me that she suckles at my given teat. Every ounce of money that came into that household became mine, I got dinner whenever I wanted it and I owned Carla, every inch of her.
Anastasia was always stand off-ish around me and I didn't mind that. Little thing knew her place and it was that I was boss. She was my little princess.
I follow their car a few tolls back and they arrive at this massive apartment building. Escala. I drive around the perimeter a few times to get accustomed to it. Many people walk in and out the front doors but they drive into the side garage. I see a code get entered into the wall. Shit, I need to find out that code.
Then she's gone from my view.
I do this everyday. I sit and watch. Morning and night.
Morning – the first black car to leave is for him. Christian Grey. He drives off early. I look at my watch 7:15am and I note that down. She's alone – as much as she could be. I take another toke on my cigarette and wait.
8.30am and the next car leaves. I notice that security guy drives and she's in the back, I know she is.
I take my time and follow her and she makes her way to Grey Publishing. I do this everyday.
Anastasia leaves at around 5:15pm sometimes Grey is at the front waiting for her, but I aim for the days where she is alone. Always just her and that guy.
Do I know what my plan is? No, but I want her. I pull out the photograph I have of her in my wallet. She was 8 here. I make a mental note to put one in of her now. Yes, she grown wonderfully. I drive back to my shit hole motel and grab myself a bottle of beer. I sit on the chair and look at my wall. Her face covers it. I take pictures but only when she's not with him. Her eyes are so blue. It's always her eyes. They see right through me.
I eat -I sleep and I drive back to Escala. It's 6:15am and Grey leaves his building. I wait and wait and at 8:30am she leaves.
I follow behind but they are not taking their usual route. Have they found out about me? Is he trying to catch me out. Fuck no. No one catches me. I feel anger rage through my body. That security fucker needs to be out of the way.
I drive off down a small ally and race towards the junction. I know where they'll be. I know these streets like the back of my hand. Right turn here and a left there. I wait at the lights, timing when they'd drive through the exit. I light another cigarette and I'm fulled by adrenaline. I count down and I know they are coming. I press on the gas and shoot forward picking up speed. People on the pavements are looking at me but I don't give a fuck. If I aim it right, I can get the security guy and avoid Ana. No, she can't get hurt – I need her well.
I see their car drive through and I smash into the right side. Fuck, my body is pulsating with excitement
and I feel high. I open my eyes and see the car in front of me push across the side of the road. Fuck, I hit it good and I am happy. I sit in my car waiting for some life. I see that fucking guy crawl out of the front seat and he doesn't even look hurt.
FUCK!
Then I hear him shout "Ana! Mrs Grey, hold on. Shit, shit".
Ana? I smash my hands against the wheel I fucked this up. I didn't want to hurt her. Well what did you fucking think would happen Steve? You smashed in to her fucking car.
Fuck I am an idiot. I want to rush over to her but fuck I can't. Shit I fucked up.
My car is fucked. I start the engine and I can hear the scrapes of metal drag along the floor. I drive, fuck I drive and try to escape what I just done.
Ana P.O.V
"UGH" and I throw my blue blouse onto the pile of clothes that now do not fit me. I sit on the floor in nothing but my bra and sweats and stare up at the clothes above me.
Problems of being small is now I am pregnant nothing stretches over the bump. I want to look nice for my Dr's appointment but this is now proving difficult.
Christian told me to buy maternity clothes but I was adamant that I would still fit into my old clothes. When am I right? Never. Why haven't I learned by now that fifty is pretty much always right.
I make a mental note to talk to Caroline Acton to provide me with clothes. I lay back on the floor and shut my eyes.
I feel exhausted. I wonder if at any point since becoming the loving wife of Mr Grey, I will have a calm day where no shit will try to tear us apart.
I sigh. Of course not Ana. I place my hands on my bump and feel my emotions take a leap. We are finding out where I am carrying a boy or a girl today and I know that Christian is insanely excited. He says he wants healthy but I know for a fact he is craving a boy. Every time I mention a daughter he nearly chokes. I laugh to myself. I think he's scared of having two women to look after and he knows we'd both have him wrapped around our little fingers.
I, however really do not care what sex we have. I wouldn't mind finding out when I give birth but Christian just cannot wait any longer apparently, so here we are!
"Are you alright down there?" I peer up and see fifty towering over me. I flush red and sit up.
"Mmm. I can't find anything to wear" I huff and show Christian by picking up some of my clothes.
"What about one of my t-shirts?" he offers.
"I would, but I wanted to look nice" I pout and he places his hand under my chin.
"You would look lovely in whatever, Ana. But I'm sure we can find something". And he dives in to my closet. I would protest but I honestly don't have the energy. I sit cross legged on the floor, rubbing my bump – waiting to see what he finds for me.
"What about this?" He peers out of the curtains of clothes and holds out a white and blue striped top. Hmm, I'll give it a whirl I suppose.
I stand up and pull it over my breasts and then my bump. It clings to everything. I sigh.
"mmm" Christian starts and places his index finger over my breasts. The touch startles me and sends waves down to my groin.
"I must say, I do enjoy these" I laugh. I feel like I am carrying two heavy sand bags on my chest.
"Does it look too tight?" I question.
"No Ana, you look beautiful. But I'm not sure about the sweats though" and he cocks his eyebrows. I narrow my eyes and pout – of course I wasn't going to wear these.
"I have jeans laid out" I point to the chair. I pull my jeans up and lay back on the bed so I can do the button up. Wow, it has got harder to do this but I love these jeans. I'll do the hairband trick next! I will get the most out of these I can.
I place on my brown boots and grab my tanned jacket and I finally think I am ready.
I twirl for Christian and he laughs, then places a kiss on my forehead.
We walk down to the garage where I notice we are completely alone.
"No Bouncers today?"
Christian laughs at me. He really is in a good mood today.
"Nope, just you and I. It is an important day. So, I wanted it to be just us".
He held the door open for me and I gracefully climbed into the car. We drove out of Escala on to the busy streets.
I realise this is the last week of living in Escala. Christian decided we should move into the new house now as I am pretty much recovered from the accident much to my pushing.
All the boys have been carrying certain things out of Escala and taking them to the new house. Soon I'll go home and nothing will be left! The thought scares me a little. Escala was where our story continued and grew – but this is a new start, my subconscious chimes in – this is completely Christian and yours.
"Are you nervous?" My thoughts are interrupted. I turn to look at Christian, he looks so young and carefree with his ray bans on and casual attire. I fall more in love with him everyday.
"A little" I admit. "Are you?".
He smiles at me and it makes my breath hitch. Fuck, he is just perfect.
"Nope. I am absolutely ecstatic that we get to find out the sex. I am on cloud 9 Ana".
Dr Crowes office is just the same as when we were last here. No surprises there, I'm not sure what I expected. The walls still shouted at what you should expect and they still make me feel a little queezy.
"Why hello again Mrs Grey, Mr Grey. Are you ready to see the sex?" Dr Crowe extends her hand and Christian and I shake it one by one.
"Definitely" Christian replies.
She smiles in response and guides me to the examination table. She does some measurements and talks a few things over with me.
We follow her into the ultrasound room and I lay back on the table. Every movement makes my bladder want to burst and I cannot wait to relieve myself when we are done. I feel uncomfortable.
Dr Crowe tells me to lift my top up and I do so, exposing my belly.
She squirts some cold ass jelly onto my belly and picks up the wand. Well, this is definitively better than my previous examinations for sure. I can keep my underwear on!
Christian had my hand gripped tightly and he's a professional at looking at the screen now. I see his eyes glued to it and we await the show of little blip 2.
I stare intently at the screen and see him or her. Tears fill my eyes and he looks so real. It's really real. We can see a little face and fingers and toes. Dr Crowe tells us about each body part and how he or she is growing perfectly.
I look up at fifty and his eyes are watering too.
"So are we ready to see whether baby Grey is a male or female?" Dr Crowe asks and I nod. I can't speak, I am in awe of this little life inside of me.
Dr Crowe moves the screen around, trying to search for the infamous gender reveal. I feel fifties hand grip on mine tighter and he's leaning forward now.
"There we are. See that" and she drags her mouse across the area. Not even I need to be a doctor to know what that is.
"Baby boy Grey" Dr Crowe speaks and I sob. I look at Christian and not even he could hold on to his macho man status.
"Thank you" he says to me and kisses me. I don't know why he is thanking me but I don't ask. There was nothing but love in the room at this moment.
Dr Crowe gives me tissue to wipe my belly but Christian does it for me. She prints us off some pictures of baby and leaves us to get ready.
I have to make another appointment for a few weeks but I honestly don't hear what she is saying. I feel like I am floating on some form of euphoria. I am having a boy.
"we are having a boy" I squeal and jump into Christian's arms. He kisses my head and rubs my back.
"Ana, I'm so fucking happy right now. There is nothing that can ruin this. I'm going to have a boy".
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"Lunch?" and how can I say now. I am famished. Christian drives us to this little cafe and it feels very old in here. There are animal heads hanging from the walls and I feel like they watch my every move.
"Hello, My name is Annabelle and I will be your waitress. What can I get for you?" I notice how she doesn't give me any eye contact and only directs her words to Christian. I want to wave my hands in her face. HELLO!
God, even after all this time I will never get used to the attention fifty gets, bitch back off – he is mine.
"2 glasses of diet coke – no lemon. We'll have the steak, medium rare, fries, peppercorn sauce and vegetables" and Christian hands her the menu, not looking at her once – eyes only on me.
"Of course" and she trails off back to the kitchen. I roll my eyes.
"I'm so excited to tell your parent and Ray about the baby" I explain and I honestly cannot stop smiling.
Annabelle returns and places our glasses of cokes on the table and returns to her post. Aw, I think someone thought they'd be getting more attention that what they're getting. Shame.
"me too. It just feels so real now. Seeing his little fingers and toes. Ana, I can't wait till he is here" his gray eyes are glistening.
We talk about our baby boy until our food turns up and my eyes grow huge. The steak here is massive and no doubt they caught and killed it themselves, I quickly search the mound of animal heads on the wall. Sorry, I mentally say.
I dive right in and it makes my mouth water. Before my pregnancy I doubt I could even have eaten a quarter of this plate, much to Christian's despair.
I clang my knife and fork down on my plate and lean back no my chair. I can officially say I am stuffed. I close my eyes but when I open them Christian is smirking at me from across the table.
"what?" I say. He stifle a laugh but I look down at his plate and he still has half on there. Jeez, I was that ravenous that I must have just shoveled it in like a pig. I feel embarrassed.
"Oh" was all I could respond.
"I defiantly should have got you pregnant sooner. Seeing you eat like that Ana, it makes me happy" he says as he continues to eat his food. I twiddle my thumbs as I wait for Christian to finish. I decide not to get dessert though I think I could squeeze in a chocolate cake. No Ana, stop.
Christian pays and we head back to the car. When walking in the car park I jolt at a car. I know that car from somewhere but I can't recall at this moment where from?
It's a light blue 1967 Chevrolet -C-10. I rack my brains as I get into the car to where I know it from.
"You okay baby?" Christian asks and I nod. I can't put my finger on it but I can guarantee it's not a good sign.
He takes a drag from his cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs.
I've been outside for weeks waiting for her to leave but she hasn't. It's been what, 6 weeks since I put her in hospital? I got Sadie as an insider to see what she was like. Pretty fucking bad apparently. I fucked her up good and proper.
Sadie said that her notes said she was pregnant but I know that's bullshit. Not my little princess would be stupid to get pregnant at 22 surely.
I want her to leave. I want to see that she is in fact okay.
It's 9am and no one has left the building yet – not even Grey. Fuck. I feel anxious waiting to see her. Even through tinted windows or walking into her workplace.
9.30am and nothing. I gulp down my bottle of bud and crack open another. My car smells of cigarettes and beer but that how I like it.
10Am and there is life. I see a sports car leave the garage and it's Grey behind the wheel. I see her – next to him and no entourage. The hairs stand up on my neck with excitement. They're unprotected.
I wait a few minutes before following them out. I notice them going to the hospital a few times but I gathered it was for routine check ups for her injuries.
I see them park the Car and Grey walks around to open the door for Anastasia. My heart halts to a stop. I haven't seen her for fucking weeks. She steps out of the car and she looks different. She turns towards me slightly and I see it.
FUCK. Sadie was right. She is carrying a fucking baby. My god Grey you're fucking good. I take a deep breathe and close my eyes and envision her Pregnant body but I snap out of it quickly. This has made things a lot more complicated.
I didn't have a plan but now I am going to have to put one in place. Shit, this is going to fuck things over.
I drive off back to the motel and sit on my chair – writing down notes on how to take Anastasia Grey for myself. Is this Crazy I think to myself but I snort. Oh Morton, you've been crazy for fucking years. How could one woman be so fucking desirable. I never thought watching her grow for a little as a child she would blossom into that.
Some may say I have an obsession. I beg to differ – Anastasia is my interest. I place my hands on the pictures of her.
"Soon Anastasia. Soon" I say and take another gulp of bud. I stare into her blue eyes and get lost.
Authors note: God, I find myself writing for hours recently. I dive in and out writing so if there are any mistakes that is probably why. I FINALLY watched Darker last night and bloody hell, Christian Grey was looking delicious. I could happily be Mrs Grey for that. Anyway, please don't criticize as I do read the comments and like I have stated before, this is only for fun! Oh and do we like Morton's P.O.V? I actually like writing from him – I'm still trying to work out my version of him so bare with me. That's why he's a little all over the place at the moment. :D See you later this week little loves xo