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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHRISTIAN

"He's going to be okay Gracie, give him some space like Doc mentioned." I hear Pop in the distance but am finding it hard to open my eyes. Oh God, why am I still here. Why couldn't I just be with Anastasia now and not feel hollow inside.

"I'll give him some space when he opens his eyes! You can't tell me what to do Carrick and if you do I'll shoot you before you get close enough." If I wasn't dead inside I might laugh. Ma always panics when one of her kids is injured. Especially me. We don't brag about it, but I am the favorite one. Although, if you ask Mia she'd say she was the favorite because she's the only girl.

I hear a sigh coming from Pop knowing that it's a losing battle.

"Ahh," I groan as my body aches likes it's been put through its paces bouncing off semi-trucks when I try to move.

I faintly hear a constant beeping noise and it's starting to annoy the shit out of me. Can't everyone just leave me alone to wallow. To try to wrap my head around what has happened. To try and make sense of all of this.

Slowly I move my eyes back and forth opening my lids. There's lights everywhere in the room and I notice we're not at the airfield any longer but in Doc's office area back at Ma and Pop's house. He has his own section of the house due to the nature of our business, he has a mini hospital loaded with everything a doctor could need for surgery.

"There you go, my boy, open those eyes for us. Try and stay as calm as possible, I'm going to raise the bed slightly." Doc says as the bed starts to move.

The rooms starts to come into clear view, and I see all the faces. All except the one I truly want. My heart hurts that I won't ever see her face again and it makes my chest tighten even harder. Ma and Pop along with Doc are around the bed, Luke is standing over by the door with Sam, while Ray is in a chair with his hands covering his face leaning forward. His shoulders sag and I can tell he's in bad shape. I know the feeling.

"All right, let's get a good look at you." Doc says and starts checking my eyes with a light. "Squeeze my hands." He checks my feet next. He's got a bag of fluids hooked up to me along with a heart monitor.

"Everything okay?" Ma anxiously asks Doc when he's done checking me.

"He's going to be just fine no sign of heart attack or stroke. I'm sure his body went into shock and shut down a bit. No reason for alarm or worry."

"Get this thing out of me." I go to remove the IV, but Ma stops me.

"Just a little longer, baby. I've been so worried since they brought you in." She pleads in that way that makes it hard to say no to. "We'll get you out of here soon and then we can process everything." She places the gentlest touch against my face. Any other time I'd relish my Ma's touch, but I don't want it now. My head hurts trying to process a life without the one person that is my reason for living.

"How long have I been out?"

"Not long." Pop says. "I've got a team at the airfield getting answers. They should be calling with a report soon."

I turn my head towards the window to keep my emotions in check. I can't breakdown right now. I need anger to fuel me until I can kill the motherfucker responsible. My anger has always gotten me in trouble in the past before Anastasia and has been lying in wait just below the surface waiting to come out to play. And right now I feel it clawing to come out. To snap and retaliate against anyone who dare steps in front of me. My tender side that only Anastasia gets seems to dim and the beast is ripping at my flesh to be let out.

"This is why I didn't bring her here. To not let this life touch her!" I aim my aggression at Pops and the room freezes. "Why did you have to do this? We were so happy. I finally had built a life that I truly wanted, not what I was told to have! You've ruined everything good in my life! All for what? She wasn't ready for this life. I needed more time to explain everything. I was coming back to fulfill my duties and take over as head of the business but I wanted to live my life outside of all this before having to put her in a gilded cage of armed bodyguards and threats against the family." I run my hand through my hair and then then hit my chest hard to dull the pain ripping my heart from my chest. "She was pregnant." My voice trembles.

Ma gasps, "What? No!" Her hand cups her mouth as a sob breaks loose.

"I'd never thought I deserved anything of my own until I realized Anastasia came into my life and gave me a purpose to live. My entire being began and ended with her. She made every piece of me whole. She washed all the dirt that I'd stained my soul with clean." Just a short while ago I was picturing my life with a tiny little girl running to meet me at the door when I came home from work. Or a young boy who loved to toss the football around the backyard while Anastasia brought us out lunch chastising me to not let him get hurt. "And you just couldn't let me have it! You kidnapped her and scared the ever loving shit out of her. She hated me and now she's dead and I'll never be able to make it right. To tell her how much I loved her and was sorry for hiding the truth from her."

"Son, I'm…" He stops at a loss for words by the shock on his face. I can see the anguish. Pop is rarely sorry and doesn't have a lot of regrets in his life, but you can tell by the way his body sags that he is feeling it now. He never shows weakness unless Ma is having a go at him.

Luke jumps from the buzzing of his phone and steps out into the hall. I can't take all these faces watching me anymore. I need to be alone. I need to punch or kill someone and if I don't get out of here I might not be able to stop the fire I have inside of me towards Pops right now.

At the same time as I rip out my IV Luke reaches in the room and snaps a fist full of Sam's shirt, pulling him out into the hall. Voices downstairs erupt, and chaos has everyone on their feet moving. We keep Ma and Doc in the room as we all file down the stairs at the shouting. Luke, Sam and Taylor are all in a heated exchange with Todd and a few guys from the team that was on duty for my wife. As we get closer we're able to make out a few words.

"How in the hell did you not know? You had one job dipshit!" Luke berates them. He is holding a guy up against a marble column, his feet dangling off the floor.

"Did you notice any of it?" Sam grabs ahold of Todd and lifts him up like Luke, but without a column as Taylor lunges for another guy standing there. What the hell is going on and why are they so aggressive towards our men?

"What the hell is going on here?" Pop comes over and right up to them.

"Sir, we've got…"

Just as Luke is about to say something movement comes from the formal living room, and we all stop. My eyes must be playing tricks on me or Doc gave me something strong because what I think I see and what I actually see must not be real.

Standing there in all her glory is my wife. My beautiful, loving, child carrying wife. She looks as though she's confused with all the yelling and men dangling off the floor as if the world didn't just end not too long ago.

I waste no time and rush at her. Taking her into my arms and holding her as tightly as I can afraid I might be hallucinating. What's even crazier is that she holds on just as tight as if needing me just as much. I hear crying in the background and know that Ma has made her way down from the room upstairs. She's never one to take orders from anybody.

"What are you doing here? I thought…"

She shakes her head looking right into my eyes. It's as if I'm looking at them for the first time again. I can't help it and don't think twice as I smash my lips to hers. She's shocked at first but then reciprocates. My tongue touches the seam of her lips, and she opens accepting me as our tongues dance together. Her legs that were dangling come around my hips automatically like we always greeted each other after a long day and my dick ignites. We haven't had sex in too long and my body is demanding that changes right now. My brain is on overload and really can't comprehend how she's here and not dead, but I don't care as long as she's still breathing. I need to feel her, all of her, and make sure this is really my wife. A moan leaves her as I…

"Umm, maybe you should takes this up to your room or maybe even your own home." Pop's voice echo's in the entryway startling us but I don't let her go even when she tries to wiggle down from my body. I've got my hands on her and after what happened earlier I don't see that changing for a while. She blushes as I block her from leaving my hold and tell her that I'm not letting her go. She still has that quizzical look as if she has no idea why I'd be acting like a man in the dessert who just found a oasis.

I nuzzle her neck, placing kisses wherever I can get my lips on her skin when she whispers, "I need to talk to you." Her breathless voice is recognition that she is truly my wife. Only she could make those sounds when I've got her pinned to me.

I have a very good idea what she wants to say, and I'll let her be the one to announce our baby, but for now I just want to hold her until my arms give out.

"I love you baby." I say with some much conviction. I see her eyes have soften some and aren't sadden like they have been for over a week.

"What's going on? Why did we get left at the hanger?" Collins finally makes herself known from behind Anastasia. Her hands are on her hips as she looks around the people in the foyer of the house. "I'd rather not be a part of being a witness to Sam or Luke killing someone and be called to testify." She nods over at Todd who is turn a shade of blue.

"That's what we'd like to know." Pops demands looking over at Sam's team, his patience is running thin from the vein that's straining in his forehead. He comes over and wraps an awkward arm around Anastasia with me holding onto her. "Good to see you darling and in one piece."

"Let's go sit down and talk in there." Ma suggests just as Mia comes through the door with shopping bags in hand with her guards carrying even more. She completely oblivious to the last few hours.

Anastasia holds me back from the group outside the room. Her eyes are sparkling like from before we ever came here to Seattle, or rather forced. She's absolutely gorgeous and tiny in my arms as I hold her at eyelevel. I'll need to get our cook to start making her meals more often to put some weight on her now that she's carrying our baby.

"I need to tell you now because I can't wait any longer. I could burst with this news." She exclaims as if we haven't been avoiding each other. It's as if we are back to our nighttime routine of how our days were. We'd sit out on the balcony with the ocean waves in the background and a drink and just talk. Her excitement makes the pain in my chest and throughout my body disappear. Her joy is my joy.

"Then tell me, babygirl." I'm holding her around the waist with our fronts touching.

"We have an invader." She bites her lip. That same plump lip that drives me wild.

I pause for a second to let it wash over me again of the life we created. Hearing it from Doc is entirely different than hearing those words come from my wife. So pure.

She leans in as if she's telling me the most prized secret of all time, "I'm pregnant."

My eyes close and my face breaks into the biggest smile and I lean down and place my lips to hers. This time we go soft and slow, relishing the moment. I've thought about and waited for those words to coming out of her mouth for months.

"You make me the happiest man in the world. I can't imagine a more perfect an amazing woman that I'd want to be my wife and carry all my babies." I cup her cheek and rub my nose along hers. "You make me want to be the best version of myself Anastasia and there won't be a day in our life that I won't strive to make you feel loved and happy. You're my whole heart baby and I love you more than my own life."

"I love you too, Christian. Please don't do this to me ever again." She looks directly into my soul and I know that I'll never take her or this chance for granted.

"Never again."

"Are we going to have to watch this soft porn much longer or can we find out how the women are here?" Luke interrupts as we hear muffled chuckles from the other room.

With regret I place Anastasia down and into my side we make our way over to a seat and sit down. I've got her practically in my lap and don't plan on letting her go or out of my sight any time soon.

Once everyone is situated all eyes fall to Anastasia and Collins as they retell what happened.

"Come with me. Right now, get on the plane with me and come to Cali. Leave all this stress behind and come with me. Leave Ana, right now."

The pilot yells that the doors have to close in the next two minutes, or the jet can't take off. Collins looks back at me and sticks her hand out to me. Inviting me to take and come with her. Away from what happened today and the last several days.

"Come." Collins urged.

I look at her hand one more time and take one second to think before I slip my hand in hers and take a step forward and make the biggest decision of my life and the life of my baby growing inside of me.

"I can't. My life is with Christian, wherever that might be. I know that it's going to be hard, but I can't imagine my life without him in it."

"Are you sure, honey?"

I smile and place my freehand over my stomach.

"I'm pregnant."

Her mouth opens, "What? Oh my goodness, honey! Really?"

I nod no longer able to keep in my emotions.

"We'll be okay, I promise. I might have him sleeping on the couch for a while or on diaper duty for the first three months but he's it for me. I don't feel safe unless he's here."

"Oh honey, I'm so happy for you."

She pulls me in for a hug and holds me.

"Times up, doors are closing." The pilot says.

"Stay a few more days. Help me navigate this with Christian. I'd like to speak with Ray too, but I really need you there for that. Please." I beg.

"Well, when you put it like that." Collins giggles as she waves the pilot off.

"I really could use a bathroom my stomach isn't feeling well." I say as we make the few steps away from the jet. I notice the guards are scattered with their backs to us.

"Let's go look in the hanger, there usually one in there." Collins leads me over to the large open door and around the metal walls.

We find one over in the far corner of the large, oversized hanger and as we enter the medium size bathroom a loud boom echo's off the walls. Not thinking much about it we continue talking the entire time so excited about the baby and all the possible names or how I'd want to tell Christian.

"By the time we came back out of the bathroom and out of the hanger all the SUV's had left, and emergency vehicles were trying to stop a fire that had broken out at the end of the tarmac." She explains. "We didn't have Sam's number, so we booked an Uber to come pick us up and bring us back here."

My mind is in extreme overload at the moment. She holds nothing back even when I don't want to think that she might've considered getting on that plane away from me. She such an over sharer that her telling me all her thoughts recounted has the acid in my stomach threatening to spill up my throat.

"Ma'am I'd like to say how sorry I am about…" Sam starts but Pops cut him off quickly.

"Not now Sam! I want your team out in the back garage within the next ten minutes."

"Yes sir." Sam nods, his back straight as he turns out of the room phone in hand.

"Look you pale Christian." Anastasia whispers. I've got her across my lap in a strong hold now and didn't realize that I'd shifted her. I'm not sure if I'm more relieved or angry. Relieved that she's unharmed but furious that Collins wanted her to leave me. I get that she's on Anastasia's side, but I brought her here to help me get Anastasia to forgive me and have a neutral party as a sounding board.

"It's nothing baby." I know I should learn my lesson about telling her everything that happened with her plane blowing up but now that she's carrying my baby I know that she doesn't need any more stress than she's already experienced over the past few days.

"So is someone going to tell us why our plane exploded?" Collins pipes up, and if I could shoot daggers out of my eyes I'd impale her. "It was our plane correct?"

Anastasia's body tenses and whips her head to mine.

"What? Was that our jet?" I could strangle Collins. So much to keeping her relaxed. Maybe it's time for the good doctor to head home… on a commercial flight… in coach… or the luggage bin.

"Darling, we aren't sure what happened. We've got a team down there along with the investigators looking into it." Pops answers diplomatically. He's always been so good with words. "Could've been an engine fail or something with the pilot. It's take several days before we know anything." He's had decades of experience with Ma and knows when all the details need to be given. "We're just glad that you didn't get persuaded to leave us and be on that plane." Most people don't catch it but I do. He didn't mention Collins in that sentence and I have a feeling that we are on the same page when it comes to her.

It must placate Anastasia because she nods and nestles against my chest. A tired yawn surfaces from her and I know that she's about to crash. This has been a long day and she needs to relax and enjoy the little invader we created.

"Let's get you up to bed." She nods as I stand with her cradled in my arms. I turn my head towards Pops, "Give me twenty and I'll meet you in the garage."

He nods and I leave heading up the stairs to my old bedroom.

"We're going to have to get our home put together soon so the baby can come home to their own room, you know. As much as I love my parents I'd like to have our naked Sunday's back."

"I was thinking we could start working on it together."

Any other time I'd try to find a way to get out of decorating or putting together household duties but the fact that I've got my woman back means that I'll bend over backwards helping pick colors or fabric for the rest of my life if it means she stays with me. Hell I'll be on diaper duty the entire first year.

"I'd love nothing more."

We reach the bed and I lay her down gently, slipping off her shoes then working her jeans down her legs. Her blouse is next to go and the sight of her in just her bra and panties has my dick thumping against my zipper. My eyes train on her still flat stomach and an overwhelming sense of pride has me bending down and kissing her there.

Mine.

"I love you so much." I whisper to both my wife and baby. Fingers thread through my hair and her touch sends me over the edge.

"I love you too. We love you." Moisture mounts in the corners of my eyes at today's events and I can't hold back. The thought of Anastasia not in my life could bring my to my knees and slay me. If my boys could see me right now I'd be called a pussy at how emotional I am right now.

My body crawls up hers until I'm nose to nose. She moves her thighs until they are around my hips, opening up to me. God, she's perfect. Slowly our lips move with one another as our mouths open and our tongues caress. My hips buck forward trying to search for friction to help the ache I feel with my dick. Anastasia meets me in the rhythm, a wetness starts to form on the front of her panties as I slip my hand from the side of her neck down to my most treasured spot.

"Please Christian." She begs as soon as my fingers brush against her clit.

"You never have to beg me baby." I say as I sit up and roll her panties down her legs tossing them somewhere behind me.

The sight in front of me almost sends me over the edge. She's open for me and my mouth waters. Changing directions I crouch down and dive into her folds. My tongue swipes her slick slit just as her hip buck up. Her moan is almost too much for me, but I continue to assault her hard nub with the tip of my tongue while gently as possible holding her hips still.

"Aww, Christian," She mules as I add a finger into her pussy and find her favorite button.

"You like that baby, huh?"

"Yes, yes." She chants as I add another. "I'm so close."

"I know you are, I can feel you quivering. Who do you belong to Anastasia?" I demand.

"You."

I return my mouth to her perfect pussy and lick her until her legs begin to shake. Her finger tighten their hold on my hair, and I thrust my hips against the mattress to try to relieve the pain in my dick. He's angry that he's not included in the pleasure.

"Christian!" She yells out as her orgasm takes over and she rides my face to completion.

"I love the way you fall apart on my mouth but right now I need you to do it again on my cock." I growl and sit back to remove my clothes. "Lose the bra baby."

Once I'm naked I climb up her satisfied body marking kisses along my way, bringing special attention to her stomach where my baby rests safe and sound.

"You gonna be a good girl and come again on my dick?" I say when I reach her mouth.

She nods and leans in to kiss me, tasting herself. I waste no time lining up my dick at her pulsing entrance. Her velvety folds caress the crown of my cock. It's been far too long and I'm not a patient man so in one smooth thrust I'm buried to the hilt. Planted right where I belong.

"You feel so good baby. Feel what you do to me." Her walls are crushing me as I pull back slowly then push back in.

Tilting my hips at an up angle I'm hitting the spot that has her gasping and driving her crazy. When she starts to meet me thrust for thrust I pick up my speed knowing how she likes a faster rhythm. Her hands go to my shoulders as she pushes me at the pace she wants, and it turns me on even more. I love the way she's getting what she wants but this time I need it for me.

"Gonna take over babe." I grunt as I punch my hips a few more times. She feels too good, and it's been too long since my cock released that I'm not going to last much longer.

Flipping her over as carefully as possible, I position her on her hand and knees. The sight alone could make me bust a nut.

"Ready to ride," I don't give her a chance to respond before I slam into to her.

"Aww, yes!" She calls out and I start rutting away.

Her head goes down on the bed along with her shoulders and I place one hand at the base of her neck holding her in place while the other has a tight grip on a hip as I let loose. Our skin slapping echo's off the walls in the room and the sound of my grunts along with her gasps is all you can hear.

"You always feel so fucking good. I love the way your pussy takes my cock." I thrust in and out.

"I've missed it soooo much!"

My balls start to tighten at her words, and I know I'm about to come.

"Play with yourself now!" I demand getting her there with me as I focus on not coming to soon. I've never gone before her and I'm not going to start now.

Her pants pick up and she's groaning. I can feel her walls clamping down around my cock fluttering to hold me into place.

"Here it comes baby." I pick up my pace and thrust even deeper. A slight worry that I might bruise her ass from my thrusts crosses my mind, but it goes just as fast as the thought came when her pussy clamps down harder on my dick.

"Christian!" She yells into the mattress and her body jolts as wave after wave of her orgasm pulls through her.

I pump three more times riding out her pleasure before I plant my cock in as far as it can go and drain all the cum from my balls. Moments later I'm still pulsing dropping every bit into her until I'm dry.

God, I needed that.

Pulling out, I turn us so she's laying completely on my chest.

"I love you." I whisper against her forehead.

She turns slightly shifting her body to my side and drapes a leg over my thighs. I can feel the mixture of our release coming from her movement. My hand goes to her belly.

"I love you too, Christian. These last several days have been so hard. You're my person and all I have. The thought that we wouldn't…"

I place a finger across her lips not wanting her to finish that sentence because even though I'd never let her leave me, it's still hard to hear coming from her mouth.

"I know and I'll do whatever it is to get us back on track, but you better never think about leaving me again."

I'm not using a threatening tone, but the truth is I'd burn down the entire world looking for her. I'd find her and lock her away if she ever did leave me.

We're silent for a bit with her head resting on my shoulder.

"Why did the plane catch fire? Do you know?" She asks looking up into my eyes.

This could go either way, so I need to be very careful with my words.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out. Pops had a few men on the jet that were headed to Cali with Collins to check on things, so I don't know why it happened. I'm just glad you didn't get on that jet."

"Me too. I'm trying not to think about Collins being on that plane." She shivers and I hold her tighter.

"Everything worked out so try not to dwell on it. We've got a lot of prepping to do with this little one on the way. I want all of your attention and focus on that. Let's get the house ready for our family." I place my large hand on her belly and softly rub where my child is safe.

"So we're never going back to Cali?"

I've thought about that same question. Life was so much easier there. I know that when I take over for Pops that I'll have to be here. She has a lot of bad memories here and I know that it'll be hard for her. But I'm hoping we'll make new memories at our house and be able to turn it into a home where she can thrive and be happy.

"We can go visit as much as you want but for now I'm needed here. At least until we can get a situation under control."

"You mean with that man who approached me?"

"Yeah, Lorenzo Perez is his name, he also goes by Enzo." I tell her so that if she ever sees him again that she'll know his name.

Another yawn escapes her mouth and I know she'll be out in a matter of minutes. She never takes long to go into a deep sleep. When her breathing evens out I gently position her in the bed hugging my pillow closely to her body. She shifts as I ease out of the bed but doesn't stir.

After getting my clothes on I check on her one more time before heading out to meet up with Pops out back in the garage. We need to get this over with so I can come back here and be with my woman. I've missed her so much these last few days, but it seems like months, and we need to reconnect and get back on solid ground again.

Going out the back doors of the house I find one of the UTVs and climb in. the 'garage' isn't near the house close to the family. We don't need them hearing or seeing what happens in here.

I see a few of Pops' men standing outside by the door and know that things have already started. Walking in I notice the tarp on the floor and men standing around the edge of the room while Pops has three men lined up in the center.

"Someone got laid." Luke says under his breath when I go and stand next to him. "Your buttons are off."

I glare at him trying not to give him the satisfaction of imagining my woman getting it good. But his comment makes me look down at my buttoned shirt inspecting it. A snort leaves his mouth which cause Pops to look our way, knowing I've been busted. I shoulder check him before making my way over to the center of the room and by my Pops' side.

"She get settled?" Pops murmurs.

I nod not wanting everyone to know our conversation. The squint of his eyes gives me my acknowledgement and he continues with his tirade. I know my Pops can be a hard ass, but he really does care about his family. He's been trying to make up for causing so much stress to Anastasia. And after my tirade from earlier he'll most likely want to make up for every event that has cause Anastasia stress since being here.

"She is my daughter, my family, and you let her out of your sight." He continues. He's not asking for a reply at all, or I think one of them might eat a bullet. The redness around his collar shows just how mad he is and not to be messed with. "When you were assigned family protection you were trained in all situations to be everywhere at all times."

He draws back quick like a snake and punches Todd across the face before anyone realized what was coming, snapping his head in the opposite direction. Most people don't think my Pops does his own handy work but that is further from the truth. When it comes to his girls like my Ma or Mia he doles out punishment every time. Now that Anastasia is a part of our family, she is now under his wing of protection, and he wouldn't hesitate to remind his soldiers of that.

"When you took over as our wives protection it was the most important job that you could've ever taken on in this organization." He moves over to Ronny. There's a shift in his body and we can see he's bracing for the attack.

According to Sam, Ronny was the one who was on 'Little Bird' duty while he went over to the side of the building to take a leak. Sam has already gotten his punishment from Pops if the shiner forming on his right eye and a bruising jaw says anything.

Pops pulls out his gun from the holster inside of his jacket and points it right at Ronny. All the backs in the room go straight and their shoulder tense back at attention.

"I will not tolerate laziness in my organization. I will not let my girls be put in vulnerable situations. Period." He demands, his voice is deadly and the thought of anything happening to my wife set my blood to boil.

Pops shoots Ronny between the eyes then knocks Mark, standing next to him, upside the head with his gun. I see why the tarp was placed on the ground now. Less to clean up.

"Do I make myself clear?" He booms to a silent room. All the men on high alert.

"Yes Sir!" Echo's off the walls.

"Get to your posts and out of my face."

Sam signals to a few guys to help with Ronny as Pops and I walk out the door.

"Have Sam double the number of men on the girls. We'll go back down to the normal number of guards once this Lorenzo threat is taken care of. I want the girls to know that they are to not go out without their guards."

"I'm going to leave that talk with Mia to you since she thinks the guards are optional and are there to carry her shopping bags."

He chuckles, "I told your mother when we found out that our last baby was going to be a girl, that she'd be the one to give me gray hairs and not you." We climb in the UTV and take off back toward the house. "You were such a handful growing up, Elliott was the mild quiet child, but your sister has made me lose a lot of sleep over the years. Let's hope this new baby will go easy on me and you."

I smile at the thought. I can't wait.

A/N: Hope you liked it! This coming week is hectic, so I know that a chapter is not coming out next Sunday. I've got my son's birthday party as well as my birthday is also this week. I'll get the next one out as soon as I can.

Up next will be Anastasia POV and we should see her meeting Kate and Ray.

Thanks for reading!

~Amber