The Other Grey Girl - part 3

I lean against the wall. How can I doubt Elliot’s love for me? I feel the tears slowly running over my cheeks. Who was I to doubt Elliot’s love for me? It’s the same question that’s running through my mind. When he had his skiing accident in Aspen, the first one he asked for was me and I remember how I felt then. I just fainted at the office and he came running.

Then there is a knock on the door that pulls me out of my reverie.

“Kate, honey? I gotta run. I have an appointment. I’ll call tonight and see how you’re doing.”

It’s Grace; I walk back to the door. “Thank you Grace.” I hug her firmly. “Stay safe, sweetie. And don’t forget about your appointment next Wednesday with Dr. Greene.” She smiles while she wipes away my tears. “I won’t, Grace. I love you.” I say with an honest smile. ‘Cause I do love her. She kisses me on my forehead and smiles. “I love you too, my dearest Kate.” Then she turns around and walks out.

I collect my things and stuff them in my back pack. Ugh I really need to talk to Ana, soon! But I decide to wait until they come back from the Bahamas. I don’t want to spoil her holiday.

I pat my belly and smile. A second baby.

When I’m done packing I grab my phone to call Elliot.

Then there’s another knock on the door. “Mrs. Grey?” a soft male voice says. When I turn around I see its Taylor. “Taylor? What are you doing here?” I say intrigued, but surprised. “Ana and Mr. Grey send me to pick you and bring you home.” He says strict. “Oh,” I clear my throat. “Okay, just let me call Elliot first. You want something to drink?” I ask nicely.

He intimidates me. I don’t know why, usually it takes a lot to intimidate me, but Taylor succeeds every time. Maybe it’s because he’s ex army, and he fought for our beautiful country. Taylor shakes his head and steps aside and walks to the door, “I’ll wait by the door. Just let me know when you are ready to go.”

I dial Elliot’s number, after the second tone he answers. “Honey are you okay?” He asks worried. It makes me smile. “Yes sweetie, I’m okay, I am free to go home.” I say happily. I hate Hospitals. “Okay, I’ll wake up Ava and we’ll come to get you.” He says relieved. “No, let her sleep. Ana and Christian send Taylor to pick me up. He’ll drive me home. Ava has been through enough.” I say slightly embarrassed. Because I know it’s my fault. “Okay, I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay, until later. And Elliot? I love you.”

I hang up the phone and walk towards the window.

I look around in the room to see if I haven’t forgotten anything. I pick up a single rose, I haven’t seen before. There’s a little note attached to it.

“To my beautiful wife, I love you so much!”

“To my beautiful wife, I love you so much!”

It’s from Elliot. It brings the tears right back. And once again I ask myself, how can I ever doubt his love for me. I put my head in my hands. Ever since Elliot found out I was pregnant, he’s been so sweet to me. Maybe it’s the hormones. I pick myself up and walk to the door. “Taylor, I am ready to go home.” I say while I wipe away a stray tear in the corner of my left eye. “Certainly, ma’am. Can I take you bag?” I hand over my bag. “I’ll go get the car, ma’am.” And then Taylor leaves. Ma’am? I think to myself. Jeez, these couple of hours in the Hospital must’ve aged me twenty years. As I stand and wait for the elevator, a guy walks up to me. “Excuse me, Mrs. Grey, can I ask you something?” Before I can even say anything he starts questioning me. “Did you know about the allegations of your brother-in-law having an illegitimate child?”

I look up at him. “Excuse me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks at me, trying to detect a lie. But it’s the truth, I don’t know anything. My journalism mind is piqued. Maybe this is a bigger story than the one Mrs. Young had about that Lincoln guy and Jack Hyde. “Certain allegations were made against your brother-in-law.” He starts again. To be honest I want to know all about it. But I can’t right now, because Elliot will expect be to home soon and Taylor is waiting downstairs. If I stay to long, he’ll know something is wrong and will come back up. I need to end this and do my own investigation. “Look, I am sorry, no further questions, I don’t know anything.” Luckily the ping of the elevator rescues me and I step in the elevator and press the button leaving the reporter gazing at me. I am happy the doors finally close. I rummage in my purse and grab my phone, “I need to call Grace or better yet Carrick,” I murmur out loud. What looks like an eternity, the elevator finally reaches the lower level. With haste I walk out and walk to the front entrance and look for Taylor. He steps out and opens the rear door. “Here you go, ma’am.” When I step in and buckle myself I see Taylor walking around the car. When he steps in I say, “Taylor, will you please stop with the ma’am and just call me Kate or Mrs. Grey. I feel so old when call me ma’am.” I smile at him because I know he is just doing his job. “Of course, ma’am… I mean Kate.” He smiles. I think I never seen him smile before. But then again, he works for control freak number 1; Christian Grey.

I lean back and enjoy the ride. Taylor joins the traffic on the I-5 heading south. When we drive over the bridge I think back to the odd conversation I had earlier.

I am doubting to call Carrick or Grace with this. But then again, what if it’s nothing, and upset them for no apparent reason. But maybe they already know. Oh, this is such a dilemma. I am used to work with doubts, but when it comes to my own family it’s a total different story. “Everything okay, Kate?” Taylor asks from the driver’s seat. When I lift up my head I see him looking at me from the rear view mirror. “Yes, I am okay, I just want to forget this day, you know?” I answer with a smile. Taylor nods. Deep down inside I want to forget this day, but then the story about an illegitimate child is huge. But I need to check the facts first before I tell anyone about this, even only if it is to protect Ana, Teddy and Phoebe. Christian is used to these strange stories and rumors. He can deal with it. It breaks my heart when I think of Ana. What will this do to her? And what about the kids?

When we crossed the bridge the traffic is heavier. “Taylor, can you tell me what time it is?” I see him checking his watch. “It’s five thirty.” “Thank you.”

We turn off at the on-ramp and keep driving south on Stewart. We are almost home, but this unease feeling, of my earlier encounter with the reporter , I can’t shake it. I am afraid what this could do with our family……