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Important-ish: Soccer season has started up again, and I have either been busy at practice, with homework, or just too tired to write. So most of my chapters are probably going to be a little late... sorry.
And this chapter switches POV's a lot, but only because something happens.
Chapter 32: Paging Dr. John Flynn
It had been two days since Ana took the test (she hadn't told him yet) as Christian paced in Dr. Flynn's office, tugging at his hair.
"Christian, you've been tugging at your hair for the past five minutes, at this rate you'll be bald. Now sit down and tell me what's wrong." Flynn ordered, rolling his eyes as Christian plopped onto the couch in front of him.
"What is bothering you Christian?" Flynn asked again.
"I found a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test in my daughter's bathroom last night." Christian breathed, Flynn recoiled and recalled his past couple of conversations with Nicolette. He knew that she and her boyfriend had sex before they came to Seattle, but hadn't done it since. Nicolette had been worried that if she told Max 'no' he would leave her again. By the end of the first session with that topic he had convinced Nicolette that Max didn't deserve her and wouldn't ever deserve her if he left her for that reason alone. He also told her that she should probably talk to her mom about it, because her mom would know where she's coming from.
She had smiled, nodded, and told him that she would follow his advice, while leaving the office.
"Are you sure that it was Nicolette's test?" Flynn asked.
"It was in her bathroom!" Christian shouted.
"I'm not so sure that it is her's though, Christian, my past couple conversations with Nicolette had been about her and Max's sex life, and Max has been very patient with her. As she is worried that if they do have sexual intercourse, she'll have another panic attack." Flynn shrugged.
"HER bathroom, who else uses that, but her? I've seen Ana hold it for thirty minutes rather than use Nicolette's bathroom." Christian huffed. Flynn shook his head.
"Ok, suppose it is Nicolette's positive pregnancy test. What are you going to do about it?" Flynn asked.
"I don't know, that's why I'm here." Christian groaned.
"Well, are you going to make her get rid of the baby?" Flynn asked.
"No, no. No abortion. That's the only thing I won't support." Christian breathed.
"Ok, what about adoption? Will you make her put the baby up for adoption?" Flynn questioned.
"No, it's her choice. I just... pregnant? She's seventeen. Far too young to be a mom. Don't even get me started on Max. If I don't kill him, Elliot will." Flynn nodded at the correct assumption. Nicolette loves her aunts and Uncle, and they love her.
"So, you will support her every decision. Ok, what if Max wants the two of them married? Will you support their marriage?"
"God, I don't know. I know it's the right thing to do, but would he be doing it because it's the right thing to do, or because he loves my daughter?" Christian questioned.
"I wouldn't know the answer to that question." Flynn shot Christian a glare as Christian's cell rang.
"Sorry, it's Ros. I gotta take this. Thanks for your help." Christian said answering the phone as he walked out.
Flynn shook his head, another day in the life of the Billionaire Bad Boy, turned father.
000...000...000
Christian pressed a soft kiss to his daughter's forehead as she straightened his tie. He and Ana were going out for their weekly date night dinner, and Nicolette was staying at the house with a good portion of the security team.
Christian couldn't picture his petite little girl, pregnant and married with Max.
"Have fun tonight dad." Nicolette grinned, she wore a pair of black Victoria Secret sweatpants, that had the word 'pink' down the side of her right leg, the sweatpants were rolled at the top to make them short enough for her, she wore a red tank top with the matching black jacket.
When Ana came into view she took Christian's breath away, she wore a blue cocktail dress that made her eyes look even bluer, silver heels, and her hair was done in corkscrew curls that Christian knew came from that wand looking thing that Mia kept burning her fingers with.
She looked amazing.
Ana and Nicolette hugged, and Nicolette disappeared from sight.
Christian shook his head and left with Ana, Sawyer and Taylor.
999...999...999 Taylor's POV
I followed boss and Mrs. Grey to probably the most expensive French restaurant in Washington State. Sawyer sat in the passenger seat watching for trouble.
Looking conflicted no less.
"What's your problem Lukey?" I asked, teasing him with the name that we security guys made up for him.
"I feel like tonight is going to go one of two ways. And I'm leaning toward the more disastrous option." Sawyer answered, his eyes following a small BMW that cut the Greys off.
"That's no good." I steal another glance at him, he still seems a bit unsettled.
"Yeah."
"Probably just gas though. Try and get rid of it while we are outside." I shrugged, Sawyer laughs.
"I'll do my best sir."
Ten minutes later Sawyer and I are sitting three tables away from the Greys, and are watching as Mr. Grey goes to pour Mrs. Grey some wine, but she refuses it, placing her hand over her wine glass.
He looks confused.
She says something.
He looks shocked.
She nods.
His face lights up, he gets up, moves around to her side of the table, and gets onto his knees.
"What do you think is going on?" Sawyer asked.
"I think a smaller version of Miss Nicolette Grey is on it's way." I say, I watch as the boss motions us over. He looks so damn slap happy.
Sawyer and I move over to their table, Mrs. Grey looks like she's about to murder Mr. Grey, she's so embarrassed.
"Sir?" I ask.
"Taylor, Mrs. Grey is no longer allowed to work past three o'clock, Sawyer make sure it happens." We nod.
"Sir, may I ask why?" I question, already knowing the answer.
"Ana's pregnant." The boss looks so god damned happy. Sawyer and I say our congratulations before leaving their table, laughing.
"Do you think he's going to make he leave at three, or is this going to be a fight?" Sawyer asked.
"Defiantly going to be a fight that ends with him throwing her over his shoulder and walking out of the building." I shake my head once again, then grab my phone as it buzzes. Gail.
What the hell? She doesn't call unless it's an emergency.
"Gail, what's wrong?" I answer, frowning, I can hear emergency vehicles in the background along with various shouts and other commotion.
"Taylor, a fire. There's been a fire. Someone lit the apartments under us on fire. None of us could find Nicolette, the firefighters are looking for her but they evacuated us. Not listening to the fact that Ryan and Strong are her CPO's." Gail rushed out.
Grey caught my eye and frowned.
He knows something's wrong.
...000...000... Christian's POV
I went to pour wine into my wife's glass when she stopped me with a soft smile.
"Baby, you don't want this kind of wine? What's up?" I give her a confused look.
"Christian that wine is fine. But I am not having any." She speaks.
"Why not?"
"Really, Christian?" I give her a look and she rolls her eyes, she'll be paying for that decision later.
"What? Tell me. Are you sick? What's wrong?" I ask hurriedly, I think of every scenario that could cause her to stop drinking wine.
"I'm pregnant, Christian."
WHAT! Ok breathe, so that test wasn't Nicolette's. Breathe, Nicolette isn't the one pregnant. Thank fuck. Shit, Ana's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad again, but this time, I'm there for all of it. Every damn dirty diaper, every first. I'm there.
I must be smiling because Ana looks relieved. I get out of my seat and kneel in front of her.
"Hey baby. You already have a big sister, but I didn't raise her. I'm going to raise you the way I keep imagining raising her." I murmur. Ana is still grinning.
I get back in my seat and motion Taylor and Sawyer over. I'm laying down the law. Ana is making a baby, that's tiring work. She doesn't need work work making her more tired.
"Sir."
"Taylor, Mrs. Grey is no longer allowed to work past three o'clock, Sawyer make sure it happens." They nod.
"Sir, may I ask why?" He questions, I suspect that he already knows the answer.
"Ana's pregnant." I must look so damned happy. My face feels like it could burst.
They congratulate us and then leave. Ana makes a face. It's a face that I know very well. It's her something-is-wrong face.
I look toward Taylor, he's on the phone, and looks like he's seen a ghost.
Something is most defiantly wrong.
000...000 Nicolette's POV...000...
I heard the fire alarms go off, and when I did I raced to the door, barely remembering my fire safety classes in second grade.
Ok breath, fire safety rule number one... Stay low to the ground, smoke rises and you will have cleaner air down low.
I get on my hands and knees and crawl to my door as smoke begins to come through the vents and from underneath my door.
Fire safety rule number two... never just open a door and see what is behind it, use the back of your hand to judge how hot the other side of the door is. If you burn your hand, don't open the door.
I place the back of my hand on the door and rip my hand away, yeah, that's burning your hand. Ok, girl, what's another way to get out of your bedroom? I look around and see my balcony door. Yes! I'll get out the way the creepy guy got in.
I grab my cell, headphones, and the picture of my adoptive mom. Before I crawled to the balcony door. By the time I reached the balcony door, I could barely see in front of me, damn this room has too many vents.
I cough, but open the door and get up and run to the fire escape. I start going down stairs, this is going to be one of the best workouts of my life. I had probably gotten down two flights of stairs when I hear shouting. A little boy and girl were stuck in their room, the fire escape window wasn't opening.
I rush over, seeing the fire behind them. I started pushing on the window, when I remember safety tip number three.
Always analyze a situation, sometimes you just need to do things, but most of the time you miss the big picture when you just start doing.
I stepped back and saw the problem the window was locked. I started tapping on the window where the lock was and the older boy seemed to understand as he unlocked the window and together we opened the window and I pulled the little girl into my arms as the boy crawled out by himself.
"Thank you. Thank you!" He shouted. I smiled.
"C'mon, let's get out of here." I pulled his sister onto my hip and started going down more stairs with him in front of me.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Nicolette Grey. Your's?" I asked.
"Matthew Longshore. You're pretty." He stated as if it were an every day thing. And with kids, it usually is.
"Thank you. You aren't too bad yourself." I shook my head as he turned around and blew me a kiss, I suddenly wished I was his age again. Even a fire that almost killed you isn't as scary if a pretty lady saves the day at that age.
I'm jealous. I feel like crying I'm so scared.
But I can't let him see that. If I'm scared then he will get scared.
Fire safety tip number four: courage is contagious, but so is cowardliness. Always remaining brave will keep the others brave too.
I nearly laughed as I felt a spot light hit us.
"Ma'am if you will stay there we will help you three down." A voice over the loudspeaker seemed to shout.
"Matthew, come here. Some men are going to take us down quicker." Matthew grins, his smoke spotted face seemed to make him look more adorable.
Not three minutes later we are being pulled into the basket on the fire truck, and then on the ground being looked at by paramedics.
"Ma'am what's your name?" A lady in a police uniform asks. She has a clipboard with her and must be checking to see if everyone in the building is accounted for.
"Nicolette Grey, I live in the penthouse suite. My parents were out for dinner." I answered. The woman smiles and highlights three names.
"You did good, ma'am. Those two kids were separated from their parents as everyone was evacuated." The woman nods.
"I didn't do anything special. Who would have left them there? Ma'am do you know where Gail Taylor is?" I ask, the woman shrugs and speaks into her walkie talkie as the paramedic places an oxygen mask over my mouth.
"Ma'am you are starting to show signs of carbon monoxide poisoning. Nothing unusual and you are fine otherwise. I need to take you to the hospital so you can have a proper oxygen tank with you." the paramedic says.
"No, my parents don't know where I am. I can't go yet." I say, just as that happens Gail appears with Ryan and Strong. Throwing her arms around me.
"Ma'am, can we go now?" The paramedic asks, very rudely. Gail looks at me worried.
"What's wrong?" She asks, looking me over.
"Carbon monoxide poisoning. Can we go now ma'am?" The paramedic asks.
"Yes she can go now, but we three need to go with her." Gail glares, the paramedic rolls his eyes but loads me into the ambulance on a stretcher and lets Gail, Ryan and Strong climb in with him. The four of them were very crowded, but none of them were going to say a thing.
My lungs began to feel like they were on fire. And I began coughing. The paramedic begins looking me over again.
"How the hell could she be getting worse? What the fuck?" He checks my lungs again.
"Did you fall at all ma'am, hit anything?" He asks. I shake my head no. Ryan is on the phone with someone, probably Taylor.
"Sir, she is getting worse. We are almost to the hospital." I'm now hacking and dry heaving.
"I don't understand."
Gail looks at me strangely.
"Sir, is that peanut butter on her shirt?" Gail questions. The paramedic looks at my shirt, then at me.
"Ma'am do you have a peanut allergy?" The two security guards answer for me.
"YES SHE DOES!" The paramedic opens a drawer and pulls out an epi pen.
"OK, ma'am you know how this works." the paramedic warns me before stabbing the epi pen's needle into the side of my thigh. I started to breath a little easier, but the hacking and dry heaving did not stop.
We pulled into the hospital. And the ambulance doors were opened.
"Nicolette Grey, seventeen, carbon monoxide poisoning and severe allergic reaction to peanut butter. Better get her out of those clothes quick." Is all I hear before the lack of oxygen gets to me and I'm out.