CPOV

I'm pacing the floor beside Ana's hospital bed. Back and forth, back and forth. They have taken her back for tests, so now it's just a waiting game. Waiting. Waiting to see our lives are about to change forever. Ana's only 15 weeks along, so there is no way our babies would survive if they were born now. I turn in a rush when I hear the door open, thinking it's the nurse bringing Ana back, but it's not, it's my mom.

"Honey." That's all she says, but that one would holds a world of emotions. "I just talked to the on-call doctor."

"And?" I urge her to continue. She shakes her head and my heart sinks for what feel like the hundredth time today. "Wh-what?" My voice hitches on the word.

"Oh, honey, no. I don't have any news yet. I'm sorry that I made you think otherwise. They are still running test. She should be back in the room at any moment now though. That means you need to take a deep breath and be ready. I know you're scared and hurting too, but Ana is going to need you to be her rock."

Taking a deep breath and running my hands through my hair, I look to my mother. " I can do that." I assure her.

She gives the same gentle smile she's given me since I was 4, "I know you can. You are one of the strongest people I know." She places her hands on each side of my face so she can have my undivided attention. "Ana is a very strong person, too. No matter what happens today, Christian, I know you and Ana will pull through."

I nod my head, but all I can do is pray that she is right. If Ana and I do lose the babies, I just hope we don't lose ourselves as well.


They finally brought Ana back to the room about an hour ago. When they did, the nurse informed us that he lab was backed up, so the blood results may take a little longer to get back. I offered to pay to have the results rushed, but it didn't work.

It didn't take Ana long to crash when they brought her back in. Today has been one hell of a day for her. Between her encounter with Elena and the bleeding, I'm sure she is emotionally drained.

Thinking of Elena has my blood pressure rising again. I need to slip out while Ana is resting and talk to Taylor to see if he has found out anything yet.

"Mom, can you sit here with Ana while I step out to make a few calls and speak with Taylor? If she wakes or the doctor comes in, call me and I will rush back."

"Sure, Honey." She agrees.

"I won't leave this floor." I promise, still reluctant on leaving Ana.

"Go do what you need to do, Christian." I nod and head for the door.

Just before the door to the room closes, I hear my mom call my name. When I turn to look at her, I see something that I have never seen in her eyes. Pure Rage. "Make sure that bitch pays."

"Done."

I step out into hall and see Taylor leaning against the wall opposite the room. "Let's go somewhere we can talk."

"Yes, Sir. I've already spoken to the director, and he is allowing us use of the conference room on this floor."

As we turn a few corners, the unease of being away from Ana increases. I don't want to be so far away, but there is no where else for us to talk in private. I sure as hell don't want anyone overhearing what may be said.

"Any news? Was Elena's run in with Ana intentional or was it an accident?" I ask as soon as the door closes.

"I am pretty sure it was just a coincidence and she was there. Nothing that we have found leads us to think otherwise. We are still checking on a few things, but it's nothing concerning you or Ana."

"Is this something that you're looking into something we could use against her?"

"If what we suspect is true, yes." He answers, vaguely.

"And that is?"

"Tax evasion."

"Is that going to be enough? I want to bury her, Taylor!" I say while running both hands through my hair in frustration.

"Sir, as of right now that is all we have on her. Keep in mind that we have only been digging a few hours. I'm sure as more time passes, the deeper we dig, the more we'll find."

"Right." I know he's right. For them to find what they have already in just a few hours proves that I have the best team in place. "Good work, Taylor. Keep on top of that. I'm going to go back to see if my wife is awake."

I want Elena to go down, and if this is the only way short of murder I can see this happen, I'll take it. But I want more. I need more on her. I don't want that bitch to ever breathe fresh air again.

When I walk back into Ana's room I see she is just starting to stir. Her eyes blink open and she smiles a sleepy smile when she sees me. It doesn't take her long to realize where she's at and I see the smile drop from her beautiful face.

"Hey, Baby." I kiss her lips. Lips that are still puffy and soft from crying. "How are you feeling? Still no cramping or anything?

"I'm feeling fine. Just worried. Any news?" She asks. Her voice is low and weak. And that fucking kills me.

"Not ye-" I begin to say when the doctor walks through the door with a nurse on his heels.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, sorry to keep you waiting. I know you both are ready for some results."

Ana scoots up on the bed and I sit down beside her, clinching her hand in mine. I hear the soft thump of the door closing and notice that my mom must have slipped out to give us privacy.

"Mrs. Grey, your blood work looks perfect. I see no problems with it at all." He says and I feel a little of the tension leave my body. "Your blood pressure is a little elevated, but that is understandable in this situation. Worry and stress and cause an elevated blood pressure. After the exam and testing, I see no signs of a miscarriage. Both babies look healthy and have nice, strong heartbeats. You seem to have a very healthy pregnancy."

"What's causing the bleeding then? Is it my blood pressure?" She asks. I swear if he says yes, I'm going to find Elena and kill her with my bare hands.

"No, my best guess is you have a ruptured blood vessel on your cervix."

"Is that dangerous to her or the babies?" I ask.

"Not at all. It's actually more common than people realize. With pregnancy, you have an increased blood flow. That in combination with the stretching and growing, it can cause the blood vessels to rupture. This is something that could happen again, or you could go the rest of your pregnancy and have it never happen again." He explains.

I feel like the weight of the world has just been lifted off my shoulders. I look to Ana and see a blinding smile lighting up her face.

"I'm not going to put you on strict bed rest, but I do want you to take it easy for the next few days, and follow up with Dr. Greene first thing next week. I think your blood pressure should start improving soon since the stress of not knowing is gone. I will have you nurse check it again before you leave just to be sure it's coming down. Other than that, we should have you two out of here in a little while."


APOV

After the doctor and his nurse leave the room, I look to Christian and see his eyes are closed. "Christian, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm so relieved, Ana. So fucking relieved. You and our babies are fine." He leans over and tucks his face in the crook of my neck, showing vulnerability that he used to never let show.

"I know." Are the only two words I can get out because the ball of emotion that is clogging my throat is choking me.

We lie cocooned in each other for a long while. There is a soft knock at the door, and Grace pops her head in. I wave her in, "You can come in, Grace."

"I just spoke with your nurse and she said they are releasing you." She says as she enters the room.

"Did they tell you the results?" Christian asks his mother.

She shakes her head, "No, that is something that should be shared by you and Ana. If you choose to, that is."

"Everything is perfect, Grace. Well, except for my blood pressure, but they think the stress from today is the cause for the slight elevation. Other than that, the babies and I are healthy."

"Best news I've heard all day," she declares with tears glistening in her eyes.

It's not long before the nurse comes back in. She checks my blood pressure again and tells us that it has came down, and is now back in the normal range. "You are ready to go home!" She announces. "Let me go get the paperwork and wheelchair, and we'll have you out of here in no time."

"Oh, um, I don't need a wheelchair. I'm fine to walk."

"No." Christian states with finality. Like his word is law. 'Some things never change', I think as I roll my eyes. I know he catches the eye roll when I see him raise an eyebrow and smirk.

"Sorry, Mrs. Grey, but it's hospital policy." The nurse says, sending a nervous glace Christian's way.

"See?" Christian smiles victoriously.

"Okay, I guess I'll be riding down in a wheelchair then. You will have to excuse my dear husband and his cave man like behavior." I tell the nurse, who looks like she is afraid if she says the wrong thing, Christian will bite her head off.

It doesn't take long and I am being wheeled out the back entrance due to there being so many paparazzi out front where the usual drop off/pick up area is located. Word got out that an ambulance was seen leaving the Grey residence and it's didn't take long for the vultures to start swarming the hospital. I still don't see what they find so fascinating about our lives. Having money doesn't make you any more interesting than the next person. These days, Christian and I live a very quiet and content life. That's the way we like it.


When we arrive home, Gail is waiting to take our things. She has a relieved smile on her face, so Taylor must have informed her of the good news before we got home. "Ana, are you hungry? I've made some soup for you."

"Yes, I am. I'll be in the kitchen to eat after I've had a shower." I reach out and squeeze her hand, silently thanking her for all of her help earlier today. I couldn't even function when I saw the blood. I don't know what I would have done if not for Gail's help. I'll have to find a moment to verbally thank her soon.

"No." Christian says, and it seems to be his favorite word today. "Give us about an hour and I will be back down to get our soup. Ana and I are going to eat in our room."

Gail smiles, nods and leaves us, heading in the direction Taylor went when we walked in.

Before I know it, I'm being lifted into Christian's arms. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you." He states the obvious.

"I can walk, Christian. The doctor said just to take it easy, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. So just relax and take it easy in my arms."

"Christ-" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"Give me this, Ana. I have been going out of my mind today. I just need the comfort of you and our children in my arms right now. Give me this, yeah?"

"Yeah, Christian." I agree and lay my head on his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs and into our bathroom. There he proceeds to undress me and himself. The shower we take is quick since there is none of our usual shower entertainment. However, when Christian bathes me, he does it with the upmost care, and he takes extra time on my the area that holds our children.


"We need to talk about what happened this morning." I tell him as we sit, propped up in our bed, eating Gail's chicken noodle soup.

Christian doesn't say anything for the longest. For a minute I'm not sure if he is going to say anything at all. He leans over to sit his now empty bowl on his side table and then turns back to look at me.

"Not today."

"We need to get it out in the open, Christian. I don't want this... her hanging over our heads."

"Not today, Anastasia. You need to rest. You do not need the stress that will be brought on by talking about her. I'm not saying we won't ever talk about it, I'm just saying we won't talk about it today."

"You know, you've been extra bossy today."

"Yeah?" He questions with a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"Yeah!"

"It's not me being bossy Anastasia; it's me looking out for what I feel is in your and the children's best interest."

"Okay, Fifty" I raise my hand to my mouth and speak through a yawn.

"Still sleepy?" He questions

"A little."

"Scoot down in the bed, and we'll take a nap." He states, already trying to adjust our pillows.

I look to the clock and see that it's already after 7 in the evening. "If I go to sleep now, I'll be wide awake at 1 in the morning."

"So we'll be wide awake at 1 in the morning. Who gives a shit?"

"I do. Even though I'm taking a few days off of work, you still have to work. I don't want you to be tired tomorrow."

"First, you aren't taking just a few days off of work. You need to take longer than just a few days." He places his finger over my lips when he sees that I'm about to argue that statement. "And, no, we are not discussing that right now either because I know you are bound to get pissed when I say what I have to say. Second, I'm not going in tomorrow. I'm taking a few days off to be here for you. After today, I don't want you out of my sight."

"I'm just going to go to sleep before I give into the urge to hurt you!" I try to sound mean and intimidating, but something tells me I don't succeed when he all out laughs in my face.

"What are you going to do, pinch me?"

I let out a small giggle, "I'm tougher than that."

He gets a somber look on his face, "Yeah, you are, baby. Toughest person I know."

I drift off to sleep with Christian's lip pressed against my forehead and his hand making slow, lazy circles on my back.


I slowly come awake and reach out for Christian, only to find he isn't in bed. Judging by the cold sheets on his side of the bed, he's been up for a while. Looking to the side table, I see the display on the clock reads 2:34 a.m.

I get up and slide on my robe. I need to go find him. I pray that todays, or I should say, yesterdays events are not bothering him too bad. For a second, I contemplate calling Flynn, but I don't. For one, I don't really know what's dragged my husband out of bed in the middle of the night. And, two, it is the middle of the night. Not sure Flynn needs an unnecessary wake-up call this early.

There are no lights on, on the main floor of the house except for the light we leave on over the stove. I go to check if maybe he is up having a snack, but when I get to the kitchen, there is no one there. My next stop is our home gym, but all is quiet in there as well. When I get to the short hall leading to our offices, I see that his office door is slightly ajar, and there is light spilling from the crack.

I put my hand to the door to push it open, but I stop when I hear what sounds like Christian slamming his hand against his desk. I stand there for a second debating is I should turn around and leave, or go in.

"Do whatever you need to do, Welch! I want that bitch to pay. She needs to go down by any means necessary, so I need my team working around the clock. Tax evasion will only get her so many years away. I need her gone a fuck of a lot longer than that." I hear Christian boom. I know I shouldn't be ease dropping, but my feet are stuck in place. Guess now I know what's bothering him.

When my feet finally come unstuck, I turn and make my way back up to our room. I'll tell him in the morning that I overheard him, but for now, I'll let him deal with it the way he needs to. With control.


*Please excuse any mistakes I was unable to catch.