Just Incase You Forgot What You Are Reading (Do not be shy, I forget all of the time):
What if Christian got a girl pregnant when he was just eighteen? What would happen when Christian finds out about the child? What would Ana and the rest of the Grey's think when the child becomes a target after seventeen years of not knowing the truth? What would happen when everything just... spirals out of control?
Chapter 2: Surely Someday
In a small home in Florida by the beach, three girls stood in a plain room. The walls were a dull yellow, with a few music themed stickers stuck to the wall above a twin bed with white pillows without pillow cases, white sheets and a (you guessed it) thin white comforter. A desk that also served as a dresser sat in the corner, its drawers now empty of everything as the girls shoved clothing into boxes.
"Why does your dad have to care about you now, Nikki?" one of the girls moaned, she had pale blonde locks with silver eyes that seemed to make her look more beautiful the longer you look at them.
"Yeah, Nikks, he has never cared- hell you never mention him- and then it is 'Hey girls, guess what I am moving because I actually have another dad that lives across the flippin' country and now he wants me to live with him?!' What the hell! You could have at least told us about him!" The other girl shouted, she was naturally a blonde- but in a fit of rebellion that would probably never go away- had dyed her hair a bright red-purple color that seriously contrasted with her yellow-green colored contact lenses (but her usual eye color was blue).
"I would have if I actually knew about him! For god's sake girls, do you think I would have kept something like this from you? For seventeen years I thought I was Nicolette Johnson! The only daughter of Mike and Cathryn Johnson- because my mother died at birth and my father never got over her death- then yesterday, dad gets a call from the police telling him to come downtown, and when he comes back -two hours later- he is crying with a piece of paper in his hands sobbing over and over again that the I was being taken from him, and that he loved me over and over again! It turns out that the paper was a court order telling him to give up his parental rights to me because my father never actually gave his up. That my biological mother just gave me up the minute I was born, without telling him! Urg!" The copper haired girl threw herself onto the plain bed, tears threatening to emerge from her bright green eyes.
"Oh my gosh, your life is like- a soap opera." The blonde girl laughed lightly.
"Gee thanks for that Tara. I feel much better now." Nicolette said sarcastically.
"You should totally rebel. Like dye your hair pink and get purple contacts- non prescription of course." the red-purple haired girl laughed.
"Right Lee Anne, that will get her grounded quicker than anything, aren't you still grounded?" Tara asked.
"Details details." Lee Anne shrugged, before the girls knew it all of them were laughing hysterically on the floor of the twelve by seven room.
- In Seattle, Twenty-Four hours earlier-
Christian gave Gail a nod as he passed her in the kitchen.
"Where is-" Christian started.
"Library, sir. I gave her a plate of cheese and crackers before she headed in there though." Gail cut him off, giving him one of her motherly smiles.
"Thank you, Gail. Take the rest of the night off, we won't be needing your services." Christian nodded, Gail, not even bothering to question him and his authority, nodded back and scurried out of the room. Christian sighed, and walked toward the library doors. Knowing that Ana would respond to the situation better if he told her right away, instead of putting it off like he usually did.
Christian strode through the library shelves, knowing that Ana would be at the desk in the far corner of the room with the curtains closed. And- as he knew she would be- she was, with manuscript propped up on the tops of her thighs as she was leaning on a couple of pillows on the couch with her knees in the air and chewing on the red ink pen. She wore leggings with the dark red, long sleeved shirt that she wore to work and soft black socks on her feet.
"Ana?" Christian called out, not wanting to startle her. Ana lifted her head, then bit her lip- as if wondering if she actually heard her name getting called out by her husband- before finally looking in his direction and giving him her priceless smile.
"Hey. You're home early." Ana grinned.
"Something came up." Christian moved toward his wife, lifted her feet up by hooking the arm that wasn't holding the manila folder, beneath her knees and slid into the space that her feet formerly occupied and laying her legs on the tops of his thighs.
"What?" Ana asked, just like he knew she would. Christian handed her the manila folder that held his most recent secret. Ana opened the envelope and read the first few sentences on the summary page.
"Oh my god... A daughter? You have a fucking daughter?" Ana breathed. Christian narrowed his eyes.
"Watch your language, but yes. I only found out today, just a few hours ago to be exact. She is in danger, the Nightgown Nightmare guy is after her." Christian whispered the last part. Ana swallowed.
"What are you going to do, because it seems that you have your mind made up already?" Ana asked.
Christian took the manila folder back, flipped through the pages of evidence and pictures until he found the paper he needed. He handed the paper back to Ana.
Ana gasped at the sight of the paper, in big bold letters the words Paternity Analysis Report seemed to jump off the page. Ana's eyes skipped down to the section labeled conclusion.
"The probability of Christian Trevelyan Grey of being the biological father of Nicolette Johnson is 99.9999999%. Therefore it is practically proven that Mr. Trevelyan Grey is the biological father of Nicolette Johnson." Ana gasped and looked at the paper.
"Taylor, verified the paper's authenticity. It's real." Christian paused. "I want our daughter to live with us."
"Do you have any idea who her mother is?" Ana asked.
"Camilla Torres, we met when we were seventeen- I believe I got her pregnant when we were eighteen. And before you ask, she was not a sub, but was like a sub. She is what got me to be dominate." Christian said quietly. Ana nodded again.
"So, when is she coming here?" Ana asked, knowing that nothing could change her husband's mind- knowing that the Paternity Test was real and that Nicolette really was his daughter.
"Dad, Taylor and I are flying down to Florida to get her tomorrow morning. Dad knows, I called him on the way over here. He is bringing, mom, Elliot, Mia, and Elliot is bringing Kate over here tonight for dinner, to break the news. You can come with us to Florida if you want though." Christian spoke.
Ana nodded.
"I want to go to Florida with you." Ana said quickly. It was Christian's turn to nod. Ana took back the file and grinned.
"But, it wouldn't hurt to see what she likes. So we can get her room in order." Ana kissed Christian's cheek.
"Or figure out a security guard that she will like having around." Christian suggested- Ana wrinkled up her nose.
"You are going to go over the top with her security aren't you?" Ana asked. Christian just tossed her a crooked grin.