"It's been a busy day here at the superior court in Seattle. This morning Christian Grey arrived to present his case for shared custody of his two children in front of a judge. The court room was a largely private affair, with no filming possible with the case lasting just shy of two hours. Publicly available information confirms that Mr Grey has successfully secured shared custody of his two children, aged 4 and 2 and his unborn child who is expected early next month, as well as joint legal custody. The former Mrs Grey, Anastasia Steele, has not provided a comment on the outcome, but Mr Grey's office this evening issued the following statement: Mr Grey will not be making any further comment on the custody case pertaining to his two children, Theodore and Phoebe Grey. He is delighted with the outcome and looking forward to spending time with his children."

Errol carefully squeezes my shoulder and kisses the side of my head. "I'm so sorry baby," he whispers as I turn to sob into his chest.

"Thank you for being here with me," I murmur to him as he rubs my back.

"Of course," he says as we cuddle closer on the sofa. I'm enjoying my new home in Olympia. It is a 30 minute drive from Ray, which means he can help out with the children a lot, which he absolutely loves. It is around an hour from Kate, so I do miss her a lot but it is also on Errol's doorstep. He lives 3 streets away and teaches at the local Olympia Waldorf, a public high school where he is a history teacher and head of the 9th grade.

I'm yet to let him meet the kids, so he can only come round when they are at Ray's, like now, or I suspect soon, Grey's. We have been going out a couple of times a week though since November and I've really enjoyed getting to know him. He is still as funny as when I met him and he doesn't take anything too seriously, letting things wash over him, a polar opposite of Grey.

"Would you like to sleep over tonight?" I ask him hopefully. We are yet to sleep together, choosing to take things slow, especially in the aftermath of everything with Grey.

"You feel ready?" He asks, moving to look into my face. He has gorgeous brown eyes. I am sure after Christian I could never date another man with grey eyes. It would be like looking back into those swirling orbs, the anger never far from the surface.

"Yes, I really do," I murmur as we kiss. This marks a whole new level of moving on from Grey. It feels much more permanent. I know some of it is from not wanting to be alone at this time, but I think Errol is special, and worth taking this chance on.

Two weeks later and now after the informal meeting with Grey, I do feel a lot better. Errol comes round the first day they spend at Grey's. It's a Wednesday evening and I know I do not want to be alone. Kate has offered to come round but I am keen to see Errol. He is helping me make paella in the kitchen and currently taking the heads off prawns.

He clearly senses my tension as I chop vegetables. "You know they'll be fine?" He says in a soothing tone. "He has the nanny there and he isn't completely incompetent."

"You haven't met him," I mutter darkly, aggressively slicing some tomatoes.

"I know, but he's clearly clever. He has his company and all. I'm sure he can keep two children alive for an evening," Errol says sincerely as I nod.

"He'll like you. Anyone who strokes his ego," I joke, putting some stock in the skillet.

"You want me to meet him?" Errol looks surprised. He pauses to wash his hands, cleaning the prawn off.

"You'll have to, he's asked to come to the birth," I sigh as I add the tomatoes to the stock.

"You want me at the birth?" Errol asks stopping mid drying his hands on a tea towel. He looks genuinely delighted.

"When I'm being tore in half there is no one I would rather have there," I laugh and he kisses my head.

"I would be honoured," he murmurs as he gives me a tight hug. "Now move while I work on the sauce," he teases me, heading to the skillet. I swat him playfully with the tea towel, going back to my veg.

"I have to ask. What exactly happened with you and Christian?" He asks as he adds various stocks to the pan. "I mean I know he cheated but… Kate mentioned something about contracts."

"Uh," I sigh as I split the pea pods. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this because I signed an NDA. But he's only going to sue me for his own money back."

"You don't have to," he says quickly as I shake my head.

"No, you need to know," I sigh, not looking at him. "Christian is big into BDSM. Like that is how he likes his relationships to be. He wants women to submit to him. Sexually and… otherwise."

"And there's a contract?"

"Yes. Everything he wants and the woman wants," I sigh. "It's like, he wants to own the woman. And you have to do everything he wants or he punishes you." I can't even look at Errol.

"He sounds fun," Errol laughs. Way to keep this easy to discuss.

"Well I didn't really want that with him," I say slowly. "I mean, he was my absolute first love in the world. And he wanted that…"

"Did you have a contract?" Errol asks, turning from the pan to look at me.

"No. No he wanted me to. But.. when I wouldn't sign he said he wanted me more," I move onto green beans. "I guess he did for a bit. Then he wanted to control again. So I guess he went ahead and found someone else."

"I'm so sorry," Errol says. His smile is gone. He looks genuinely bereft for me.

"I thought I was happy for so long. And for so long, he was normal. I mean the sex was regular a lot of the time and I didn't have to obey him," I can hear the catch in my own voice.

"So sometimes it was like, BDSM?" Errol asks. I know for sure Errol has never been in that world, it is clear he has no understanding of the terms. It makes me smile. I love his absolute innocence and I deeply wish that I shared it. I'd love to live in a world where I was ignorant to Grey's desires.

"Yes. He had this.. I called it the red room of pain. It had like a bed and a cross and whips and handcuffs. Blind folds… you know," I mutter.

"Honestly, I don't know a lot," Errol says looking at me sincerely. "But that sounds really intense."

"Yes. And he told me eventually he's a sadist," I let out a shrug. "I guess he got off on it. Really, I think he's as much an egoist as a sadist. He just loves to be in control and for people to do whatever he likes. He's like it at work."

"I'm sorry you went through that," Errol says eventually, clearly unsure how to react.

"I just loved him so much. And you have to understand, he wasn't a monster all the time. He could be so loving. I guess that's what kept me there. Chasing those highs," I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

"I'd hug you but chillis.. Let me wash my hands," he says quickly, scrubbing his fingers and moving over to hug me. "Thank you for talking to me about it. I know it wasn't easy."

My third child arrives 2 weeks early in the last week of April. I'm due to give birth at Grace's hospital in Seattle and Errol drives me in his VW Golf. The car is at least 10 years old but I love it because it reminds me of Wanda. As I'm so early, Ray is away visiting friends in Florida so I am glad that I asked Errol to attend the birth. Kate is looking after Phone and Teddy, leaving Grey free to attend the birth.

We are in the waiting room of the hospital by the time he arrives. I am in a chair, wearing sweatpants and a navy t shirt. Errol is stood nearby with a cup of ice chips, talking to me gently when I spot him coming down the corridor. Errol of course recognises him from the news reports. Grey is in his usual get up of charcoal dress pants with a crisp white shirt. His hair is falling into his face. As he gets closer, I can smell smoke on him.

"Christian, this is my boyfriend, Errol. Errol, this Christian Grey," I say waving a hand in Grey's direction. Errol quickly offers a hand to Grey which he declines to shake, just juts his jaw at him. Taylor is stood a couple of feet behind Grey, I can only assume lurking in case Grey gets attacked in a labour ward.

"This your boyfriend?" Errol asks with a grin at Grey, indicating Taylor.

Grey looks at Errol in total disdain, like he has just found something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "This is my security, Taylor," he spits at Errol. Errol offers Taylor his hand which Taylor quickly reaches out to shake. Grey gives Taylor an annoyed look as he shrinks back to the far wall.

"How far along are you?" He asks me, eyeing Errol despite speaking to me. He has his familiar sneer plastered over his face/

"Contractions are at 9 minutes, just waiting to go into a room," I tell him calmly, taking a further ice chip from Errol.

"They've not got you a room yet? Fucking hell," he snaps. "You should have been sorting this," he chides Errol as he storms past to go get a nurse, unable to wait like every other expectant parent.

"Well he seems lovely," Errol tells me once he is out of earshot and I grin at him. Grey is busy barking orders at a member of staff and we are quickly taken into a room. To be fair to Grey, he has got the best of the best and there are plenty of chairs around the bed. Grey flops into one near the foot of the bed, resting his arms on the arms of the chair while Errol sits near my head, holding my hand. Taylor guards the door.

Grey is watching us, his mouth moving slightly like he wants to say something. He leans back in the chair, his legs spread open. He's subtly trying to assert his dominance here, like he is hoping he and Errol are going to have a pissing match at the birth of his child.

"So, how long have you two been seeing each other?" He asks eventually, clearly having been dying to get this out.

"Since October," I say with a sigh as I shift uncomfortably.

"Well, at least you waited to heal your broken heart," he says sarcastically, giving me a dirty look.

"In fairness, at least I'd filed for divorce. I was blissfully unaware when you'd moved on. How is Sienna, anyway?" I ask him darkly.

"Yeah she didn't stick around an awful lot longer after you decided to make a video," he says snidely.

"Or was it after you asked your bitch Taylor to untie her?" I check with a grin. Grey's eyes narrow. He's gauging Errol's reaction to my comment.

"Excuse me?" He asks me as Errol continues, unflinching. "He knows, doesn't he?" He asks looking poignantly at Errol, his face continuing to scrunch, anger swirling in his eyes.

"Of course he knows," I snap slightly, as another contraction starts and I grip Errol's hand tightly. Grey manages to shut up for a couple of minutes before turning back to Errol as soon as my breathing begins to steady out.

"I will require you to sign an NDA," he snaps at him.

"I will need to obtain a lawyer to seek advice before I sign that," Errol tells him sweetly and I smirk.

"Don't test me," Grey retorts through gritted teeth. "How fucking old are you, anyway?"

"Well he's a whole year older than Felicity," I sit up slightly as Errol adjusts my pillows.

Grey's mind is whirring, I can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears from the speed it's having to work. "Your point being?" He asks me eventually. He's no longer relaxed in his chair, he's sat up more, tense.

"We all know you fucked her. Although I have to say Christian, I was a little surprised," I comment taking an ice chip from Errol.

"I don't know what you've heard but that's not true," he lies with ease. He drums his fingers on the arm of the chair, clearly not wanting me to know what happened with Felicity the day of the arbitration.

"It's just, the last blond I knew of was Elena? Isn't that right?" I check, starting to enjoy winding him up.

He glares at me. "I don't think who I may or may not be sleeping with is any of your concern, is it Anastasia?" His voice is dripping with poison.

"This Elena. She's the BDSM queen right?" Errol asks him and Grey's head jerks to Errol so fast I think he may have whiplash. "I have a lot of questions."

"Well I suggest you shut your damn mouth. You squeal further and see what happens," he is openly threatening Errol, who seems completely unfazed, continuing to squeeze my fingers. Despite this, I am relieved when the doctor arrives.

"Mr Grey," she says warmly, kissing each of his cheeks. Dr Forge has known Grey since he was a small boy, having worked with Grace when she adopted and first treated Christian herself. "And Mrs Grey, it is a pleasure to see you again. And I don't believe we've met," she looks to Errol.

"This is Errol, my boyfriend," I say as she gives him a warm smile. "And it's Ana, please," I remind her and she nods.

"Of course, Ana. So let's see how we're doing." Dr Forge starts to make some checks. Christian has the decency to look away when she checks down there, unlike during my labour with Phoebe when it was a wonder Dr Forge could get close enough to look as he was so involved.

Once Dr Forge leaves we're plunged into an uncomfortable silence. Grey has his phone out and from the speed his thumbs are moving, typing emails while Errol and I exchange glances. Probably having Andrea draft an NDA for Errol. A few more contractions pass but they don't seem to be moving any closer together. I check my phone. It's 6pm. Kate has managed to collect the kids from daycare and has them safely back at hers. She sends me a picture of Phoebe and Ava playing with a Baby Born.

"Christian, come see," I say as he stands slowly, still shooting dirty looks at Errol as he walks to look at my phone.

"They're having a good night," he says, managing a genuine smile as he looks at his daughter and niece. "I bet they'll love sleeping over with Kate and Elliott."

"It will be a dream for them," I laugh slightly as he heads to sit back down. He crosses one leg over his knee, checking the time on his watch and yawning a little. "You okay?"

"Yeah I didn't sleep great last night," he mutters. I know he will have been having one of his nightmares and spent the night at his piano. I do miss his playing. He really is a wonderful musician. Errol plays guitar, which I enjoy, but Christian's playing always had more heart to it. Like it was one of the few ways he truly expressed himself.

"I'm going to go have a smoke," Grey stands up pulling a pack from inside his pocket and heading to the door.

"Christian," I call as he grabs the handle and turns back to me. "Please stop doing that. It's really bad for you. The kids won't want to lose their father."

He blinks a couple of times. "Yeah I'm trying to quit," he mutters before heading out.

"Is he always like this?" Errol asks once Grey has left, rubbing my fingers.

"No, usually he's worse," I laugh slightly, taking a small sip of water. "It's going to be a long labour with him around. He goes from okay to angry in a microsecond."

"Yeah and he hates me," Errol mutters.

"He's just jealous. I don't mean he wants to be with me. But he'll be hating I have someone if Sienna is out of the picture. Mind you, he could have someone else," I muse as I take a further sip of water before another contraction comes. I grab Errol's fingers firmly.

Grey returns nearly an hour later and it's almost 8pm. Light is starting to fade outside and I realise I have already been here four hours. Contractions are not moving fast. Grey slides back into his chair. "Sorry, I had to make a couple of calls," he moves his left ankle onto his right knee. I notice with a small pang he is wearing the socks I got from Teddy for his birthday last year. Not long until that rolls around again soon, I muse.

"So have you always lived in Seattle?" Errol asks Grey, trying to awkwardly make small talk with him.

"No," Grey says, not looking up from his phone. Grey has always hated chit chat and it seems that even though we are all stuck in a room for the foreseeable he is not going to make an exception.

Errol glances at me. I roll my eyes. "Christian?" I say slowly to him.

"I grew up in Detroit. Moved here with my family," he still doesn't bother looking up.

"Cool," Errol says slowly. If he's expecting Grey to ask him anything about himself, he's going to be sorely disappointed, I think darkly. I'm relieved when Dr Forge returns to check in on me.

"So it looks like this little one could be a while yet," she tells us once she's completed her checks. "Ana, I'm going to get you a light bite, some toast, to nibble on and a drink. I think we could be looking at a morning birth. I'll be back in a couple of hours to check on you but let me know if you need anything." She gives me a warm smile as I thank her.

"Isn't food contraindicative in her condition?" Grey asks, gesturing at me like I'm some inanimate object.

Dr Forge gives him a smile. "Usually yes. But given birth may be another 12 hours away as a minimum, it's very important she keeps her strength up, Mr Grey." Why he needs to make himself so involved I'll never know. Probably because he read a few books on birth when Teddy was born and now he thinks he is an expert. Don't recall you going to medical school, Grey. He dismisses her in the same way he may get rid of his assistant and she backs out.

"I'm going to grab something to eat too," Grey says standing again. His next question floors me. "Do you want something?" He asks Errol.

"I can go grab something in a bit," he says quickly.

"It's fine I'll get you something," Grey shrugs as he slides his phone in his pocket. "What do you want?"

"Anything is good, thank you," Errol nods as Grey disappears again, Taylor walking with him. I turn to Errol.

"Well that was unexpected," I laugh.

"So he's not all bad," Errol says with a smile.

"He has his moments of not being totally selfish," I mutter back as Errol looks up as a nurse returns with toast and a cup of tea for me. Errol helps me get it set up on the tray, buttering the bread for me.

Grey returns a short while later with a tray containing two plates of lasagne and two cans of Coke, setting it down on a small table. He smells of smoke again and I know he must have been outside again. Errol thanks him. I'm very envious of them being able to eat proper food as another contraction starts. Errol squeezes my fingers.

"Shall we put a movie on or something?" I suggest gesturing at the TV as Grey shrugs. Errol gets up to get the remote and switch it on.

"What do you fancy?" He asks Christian and I. We settle on watching The Matrix. Christian turns his chair around but the only screen he seems to have any actual interest in his phone. He glances over to me with each contraction and I know he wants to be the one to hold my hand. By 11pm Dr Forge has once again confirmed the baby is not in a hurry to make an appearance.

"You guys should try and get some sleep," I say firmly.

"Sure?" Grey asks me. I can see he is tired as he finally sets his phone in his pocket. Errol and I talk a little while Grey drifts, eventually falling into a broken slumber against the back of the chair. He's taken his shoes off and is curled round a little, resting his head on his hand. I think Errol drifts asleep for a bit at one point.

Christian suddenly lets out a scream and starts thrashing in the chair, his breathing picking up. Errol jumps up in alarm. A contraction is starting. "Just go wake him, he's having one of his nightmares," I gasp through the pain as Errol looks very uncomfortable, going and tapping Christian on the shoulder.

"Fuck," Grey says as he jolts awake, backing away from Errol. I can tell he is embarrassed and doesn't know where to look.

"You okay?" Errol asks him as he walks back to take my hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just. I need some air," he says, standing abruptly and walking out of the room, pulling on his shoes as he goes.

"Is he always like that?" Errol asks me.

"Yeah, it's pretty standard for him. I don't think he had a great start in life," I sigh. I don't mind talking about Christian's BDSM obsession, his nastiness towards me or his cheating. But I can't share what happened in his early life. That's very personal to him and his information if he wants to share it. Which I can be sure he won't with Errol. Or indeed anyone I can think of.

Grey returns around half an hour later, settling in his seat, his elbows rested on his knees. He glances at Errol and then looks away, clearly not keen on any questions. Errol dutifully doesn't ask him anything regarding the nightmare.

"So what time do we think Harry will arrive?" He asks me with a smile.

"Who?" Grey asks sharply looking up from his chair.

"Your son?" Errol asks him as I feel nervous. I take a deep breath.

"We're not calling him Harry," Grey says looking at Errol. "Did you call him Harry?" He asks Errol accusatorially.

"No, I thought…" Errol is suddenly aware this has not been discussed between Grey and I.

"You picked a name without asking me?" He says to me angrily. He looks like he wants to stand but doesn't.

"Well we haven't actually spoken and when I chose it, I had sole custody," I point out to him.

Grey frowns. "You were going to name my son without ever asking me?" He looks a mixture of pissed and genuinely and deeply hurt.

"It's a good name. It's strong," Errol says jumping in defensively.

"No, it's not a good name. It sounds like a kid who will be naughty and I hate it. You're not calling him Harry," he says firmly. "That's my final decision."

"You do get it's my baby too?" I ask him, angry back now. He doesn't get sole decision on the name.

"Yes, but he is my child as well! Since you tried to do this behind my back, I am picking the name!" He snaps back at me.

I laugh at him. "You're such a child. You're not picking the name. We're calling him Harry," I say firmly.

"Over my dead body!" Grey retorts. Sure that could be arranged, I think darkly. "He's my son, I get to pick. I want to name him after my father as a middle name. Harry Carrick is fucking dumb!" He stands now, clearly pissed off, aiming a kick at the leg of the bed.

"What are you doing? She's trying to have a baby here," Errol is clearly angry as Grey makes contact with the leg of the bed and the whole thing, me included on it, jolts.

"Yes, my baby!" He roars at Errol. "Why the fuck are you even here? It's my baby. Not your baby!"

"Well Errol will be around to raise him, more than you will!" I snap at Grey.

"No, he fucking won't! I don't want him having anything to do with this baby or either of our other children!" He shouts at me. "Has he met our other children?"

"No, he hasn't as it happens but he will be!" I'm sitting up further in the bed, Errol is clearly getting concerned.

"He fucking won't! How would you feel if I bring new women around the kids?" He sneers at me, moving closer to the head of the bed.

"It's different bringing your one stand or submissive to meet our kids to a long term boyfriend!" I yell back. "And that reminds me, how will that we working? You have our children on a Saturday! Your subs better not be around!"

"Of course they're fucking not because I have a shred of decency! What the fuck are they going to think when you start parading your toy boy around?" Grey yells in my face.

"Grey, shut the fuck up. She's having your child!" Errol interjects moving to push Grey away from me.

"You want to start with me?" Grey roars, racing around the bed to Errol's side where he grabs him by the sweater. "You really want to do that?" He's right in Errol's face.

"Let me go," Errol says calmly, doing nothing to fight back.

"Or what?" He sneers. "You're pathetic. You're weak. And you can never protect her the way I can."

"Fuck you, Grey," Errol says, still not moving to fight back. "Let me go, your ex wife is about to give birth." His teeth are gritted.

"You think you protect me?" I ask in a high pitched voice, a contraction on the way. "You cheated on me for months! You told me I broke your trust by having your child! You're nasty and spiteful."

"You turned a fucking gun on me and broke my arm," he half drags Errol as he turns to me. "Did she tell you about that?" He swings back to Errol, who he has like some kind of ragdoll. I know why Errol is refusing to lay a hand on Grey and I understand it, but I really want him to punch him in his smug and self satisfied face.

"The way you treated her, you're lucky she didn't blow your brains out," Errol snaps, finally pulling away from Grey.

"I treated her? She had fucking everything!" Grey spits in Errol's face.

"You're disgusting. She wanted a man who loved her for who she was, not someone who constantly wanted to change her!" He shouts back at him.

"You know nothing of our relationship. Nothing!"

"I know all about your dirty little sexual preferences!" Errol gives him a playful smirk. "Your special room. Tell me, does it make you feel powerful?"

Grey laughs back at him. "Just think, when you finally sleep with her you can imagine how many times I've been there and how much pleasure I've given her then." He has his malevolent grin, that glint in his eye and I know Errol is about to wipe that straight off his face.

"We've slept together plenty. And I haven't even needed to think about you."

"You son of a bitch!" Grey roars, slamming Errol back against the wall, his hand on Errol's throat. "She's pregnant with my child!"

I'm up out of bed and wrenching the door open. "Taylor!" I yell. "Come and get your boss!"

Taylor hurries in alarmed when he spots Grey. Grey hasn't let go and he is definitely marking Errol's throat. Taylor grabs Grey's arm and it is clear he isn't going to let go. Grey uses his free arm to elbow Taylor in the face. Taylor makes a more forcible grab at Grey, pulling him off and restraining Grey around the shoulders.

"Get him out of here!" I spit at Taylor. "Now." Taylor somehow manages to get a struggling Grey out of the room, practically with his boss in a head lock.

"Fuck you, Ana! Fuck you!" He screeches at me as Taylor drags him out. Errol is panting as he sits back in his chair, rubbing his throat.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. More importantly, are you okay?" He asks, rubbing my shoulder.

"Yes and I'm so sorry you had to deal with that," I murmur as Errol leans down and kisses my head. "Why didn't you fight back?" I ask, although I already know the answer.

"Ana, you know if I lay a finger on him, he'll have me sent down. He has so much more money and power than me. His dad is a lawyer," he points out. "I'm sorry I didn't do more."

"Don't apologise. It's nice to have a man who doesn't have a need to resort to physical violence," I say with a smile as we kiss again.

By 8am, the hospital is more alive and there is a knock at the door as Grace arrives. My contractions are now at 4 minutes and I know the baby can't be far away now. Grace is in her white coat, her shiny brunette hair in an up do. "Just thought I'd see how things are going?"

"Better now your son has left," I say irritably as Grace nods.

"I know Christian regrets his behaviour," she says slowly as I laugh.

"Yes the same as he regrets tying up that woman and letting me walk in and film them having sex," I wince from the pain as I sit up. Errol quickly plumps my pillows for me.

"Um…" Grace says slowly. I know she doesn't know what to say. Errol shoots me a look and I realise I have somewhat unintentionally just exposed a major component of my ex-husband's lifestyle. Oh what the hell, we're down the rabbit hole.

"Do you remember asking Christian about your friend Elena's exotic tastes?" I ask her bluntly. Errol looks like he would like the floor to swallow him up. Clearly joking about this with Christian is fun but I'm fairly sure he doesn't want this conversation with the man's mother.

"Yes," Grace says slowly. There is a blush creeping to her cheeks and I can see it reflected in Errol's too.

"Well good news, your son's run to the exotic too. Even better, he liked to whip me too," I give her a broad smile. Grace's hand flies to her mouth, clearly not expecting this dose of the truth.

"Ana, I really don't… Please don't tell me anything else," she says looking mortified. Her face is burning, she can barely look at me. Errol is gazing at the floor too, like he is suddenly fixated by the pattern on the lino. I'm in labour. I couldn't care less. I'm about to have several doctors down there deliver a child. This is far less embarrassing. I expect Christian may see it differently.

"Well you can tell your son-"

"Please Ana, let him be there for the birth, you promised him," Grace says quickly. I know she wants to make a speedy exit. Possibly to go and lay down. I imagine looking her youngest son in the eye is certainly not a priority right now. Or perhaps ever. I would say it is the shock she needs but somehow she is still fighting his corner.

"Tell him he's not coming back in here," I say hoarsely as another contraction takes over. Errol grabs my hand and I squeeze his fingers incredibly tightly. Grace backs out and I am sure she is about to either throw up or pass out. At least it'll be something to talk about next time she sees her beloved son.

About an hour later, there are two doctors and a nurse in the room, preparing delivery. Grey hasn't returned and I have Errol's hand firmly Things are moving quickly in the labour room now.

He nervously watches me as another contraction comes and I grip Errol's fingers again. He winces in pain. "I think it is time to push," Dr Forge says. Errol has his arm around my shoulder as I start to push. I'm gripping his free hand with my left hand, crushing his fingers as I let out a scream.

"The baby is crowning," Dr Forge tells me as Errol looks helpless.

"One more push, Ana," Dr Forge says encouragingly. I scream, putting everything into it and my second son is here. The room is silent. There is no cry from him. The doctors' faces communicate fear as they look down. Errol has never experienced this before but I am sure he knows something isn't right. The second doctor scoops him up and they're all out of the room within seconds.

I'm crying, Errol clearly doesn't know what to do or say. He is holding me tightly, he's still holding my hand firmly. My stomach is swirling and sinking all in one. 'Did you see him?"I choke through to Errol.

"Not really," he whispers, wiping one of my tears with his thumb. I'm sobbing uncontrollably on Errol as Dr Forge reappears.

"He's being resuscitated now," she confirms. Her face is grim. I know she is very experienced and clearly did not expect this to happen. Everything was aligned for the baby. There were no issues during the labour. His heart beat was strong. Why isn't he breathing?

"Is he going to be okay?" Errol asks, voicing my question for me. Dr Forge is trying to help clean me up a bit but I really couldn't care less.

"I hope so. He has the best medical team around him. Mr Grey is with him. And his mother has come down," Dr Forge still sounds so calm. I feel like I have been ripped up. Not just physically, but like my whole soul has been torn apart. And now Grey is back in the picture? He must have been waiting outside the room and seen our son pass.

The minutes tick by. I'm going from crying to screaming. Errol is doing his best to console me but is totally helpless.

Two minutes turn to three. Three to five. Ten minutes have gone. At eleven minutes, Grey bursts in. He's breathless, his face tear streaked. There is blood on his shirt. I am sure my blood. So he's held the baby.

"He's fine. He's going to be okay," he gasps as he heads round to hug me. "They're doing some tests. Then they're bringing him down." I squeeze him and kiss his cheek, light stubble growing from his night asleep in the hospital.

"You've held him?" I ask, looking at his shirt.

"Very briefly. He's beautiful," he says breathlessly as I hug him again tightly. "Are you serious about calling him Harry?" He asks me gently as he sits back in his chair and I nod. After what has just happened I am not in the mood to throw him out.

"Yes, but we can officially call him Henry if you like?" I suggest as he nods a little.

"And a middle name?" He asks me slowly. I know he is desperate for him to have his father's name.

"Yes, Carrick is fine," I tell him gently. "There is something else though." I give him a look.

"What?" Grey says sharply, knowing I am about to burst his baby bliss bubble. He can tell from my expression.

"I sort of told your mom about your… lifestyle," I mutter. Saying I regret it is too far, Grey got what he deserved. But I recognise the timing is far from ideal.

"You did what?" He asks me incredulously, unable to keep the anger from his voice. I think if he hadn't just gone through nearly losing his son I expect his reaction would have been a lot worse.

"You attacked my boyfriend," I counter and he widens his eyes. He finally notices the bruises on Errol's neck. He doesn't speak for a while. I see him bite and release his lip.

"You had no right to tell her that. You can't tell my fucking family things like that," his voice is low, at its most dangerous. He wants to stand. I see his knuckles turn white on the arms of the chair. "What is wrong with you?" He spits a little.

"I have just given birth. If you want to be there when he comes in, I suggest you bite your tongue," I spit back at him. He doesn't move. He seems to be trying to get a hold on his temper. I can see his face trembling with anger.

He looks up as the door opens. I see a small light in his eyes for once. Dr Forge is carrying Harry.

Our little boy is bright red and wrinkled. He's now crying loudly. He's wrapped tightly in a blue blanket, all cleaned up. His tiny little fingers are poking out. Dr Forge moves to pass him to me and I take him, gazing down at me. Both Christian and Errol's eyes are on me and the baby. His eyes are a little open. A piercing newborn blue. His little mouth open with his screams. He has a thin layer of dark hair on his head. Baby Harry is here.