Behind the trash cans I saw a
camera. From the pocket of my skirt I grabbed my cell phone and wrote a text to
let Christian know about it, so that he could send Taylor towards him or her. Quickly
I type, behind the trash can, reporter
with camera. I tried to walk as nonchalant as I coul towards Christian and shove
my phone in his hand. I gave him a pressing look and he looks at the screen and
reads the message. Christian’s face changes into rage and he storms off towards
the trash can, but yet again he misses the opportunity to catch the reporter.
When he walks back to us, Ana steps off the boat, “What is going on?” She asks
quietly. Before I can answer, Christian kisses her passionately on the lips.
They go on and on and on. “Guys, get a room.” Elliot laughs. “Don’t worry
brother, tonight when you are gone, we are starting the party.” Christian
winks. I mimic the throw up gesture and laugh at Ana, who blushes. Ana and I
link our arms and follow the wooden dock towards the city that dooms up in
front of us. It’s beautiful site and yet again I regret to go home in a few
hours.
We pick a nice restaurant,
which had a beautiful view across the boulevard and the ocean. The kids are
full of energy so Elliot decides to bring them to the kids-corner. Ana offers
to walk with him, no doubt asking about earlier, I think she is hoping Elliot
could give her the answers I couldn’t. Christian leans over the table, “Kate,
please, don’t tell Ana about earlier on the dock. She’ll get worried and then
she wants to go home. I have no idea what’s happening, but I want to protect
Ana against it all.” He looks worried. Tell
him, tell him, tell him, my subconscious sneers. I know she is right but I
can’t. I promised Carrick and Grace I wouldn’t tell anyone. I told her that she
could trust me. Luckily, just before I was going to cave, Christian’s
BlackBerry starts buzzing and he answered. “Grey,” this is the Christian I
know. The control freak business mogul. “That’s great, thank you.” Without
saying goodbye hangs up, and just before he could ask me the same question Ana
and Elliot come back and sit down. I look at Christian and he glances at me. I
lift my shoulders and try to act like I don’t know what’s going on. “What are
you two up to?” Ana says once she sees us looking at each other. “He was just
thanking me for taking the kids, Ana. Nothing to worry about.” I say and excuse
myself, I grab my bag and I walk off to the bathroom and I check every stall to
see if someone is there. Then I lock the door and place my hands on the sink
and I start to cry. Tears rolling over my cheeks and I can’t stop them. I can’t
lie anymore. I open my bag and grab my phone. I dial Grace’s number, after the
forth ring Grace answers, “Grace Trevelyan-Grey.” “Grace, it’s me, Kate. I
can’t do it anymore. I can’t lie anymore, not to Elliot, not to Ana and
certainly not to Christian.” I sob. “Kate, I know it’s impossible what we asked
you, but please, try not to tell anyone.” I hear the pleading in her voice. “We
are already followed. I think when we were at Sea-Tac we were followed. Today
on the beach and on the dock there were reporters, Grace. And Christian is
starting to ask questions.” I try to breathe in between words and sentences.
But instead it looks like I have lost all my will to take a deep breath. “Kate,
please. I beg you. Try to hold it for a few more hours. When are you coming
back to Seattle?” Grace asks, knowing I hate it to lie to the ones I love. “We
are coming back in a couple of hours. We are having dinner on the main land and
then we go back to the airport.” I wipe away my tears. “Look, I have to go. We
are in the restaurant and I have to get back.” I am so upset that I hang up
without saying goodbye.
I look at myself in the mirror
and I see that my eyes are red with crying and that my face is pale. I splash
some water in my face and wipe it with a tissue. Quickly I apply some make-up.
Then I hear somebody knocking on the door. “Kate,
are you okay?” I recognize Ana’s voice. “Yeah I am okay,” I open the door
and I walk out. “Kate, what is wrong?” Ana halts me. “It’s nothing. I just
needed a moment to myself. Hormones.” I say. And maybe that’s not the whole
truth but part of it. Ever since I was pregnant again, my emotions are all over
the place.
After dinner Ana and I watch
Elliot and Christian racing on the jet-skis and then it’s time to say goodbye.
Teddy and Phoebe have packed their bags and are ready to go. I see Ana’s tears
streaming down her face and my heart breaks. I wrap my arms around her and
whisper, “Babe, it’s all going to be okay. You go and have some fun with
Christian and I’ll take care of the kids.” Ana puts her head in my neck and
starts to sob even harder. From the corner of my eye I see Teddy and Phoebe
coming towards us. “Mommy don’t cry. I’ll look after Phoebe,” Teddy says with a
big smile on his face. Ana let’s go off me and squads down and hugs Teddy and
Phoebe. “Be nice for Aunt Kate and Uncle Elliot,” she says sobbing. After a few
minutes Christian takes Ana into his arms and says something inaudible. Ana
starts to blush and I have an idea what he said. I give Ana on last hug and
move on to Christian. “Kate, remember what we talked about in the restaurant.
Don’t tell Ana.” My heart starts to race and I can’t help myself. “Christian, I
have to tell Ana, I can’t lie to her, not anymore.” I whisper. Christian rushes
me to the other room. “Kate please, don’t ruin our vacation. I know something
is up back in Seattle. When I talked to my mother this morning I could hear it
in her voice. I know that you know something and I know that you promised my
mother. But I need you to tell me.” Christian looks at me with his famous ice
cold stare. He crosses his arms and starts tapping his foot. Slowly he starts
to piss me off. I take a quick look behind me and see that Ana is busy with the
kids. “Christian, I made a promise to your mother. I am not going to tell you
anything. I am not one of your submissives you can order around. I tell one
more time, I made a promise to your mother. If you want to know so badly then
call you mother and ask her.” Angry I turn around and walk towards the rest of
the family. I grab my bag and walk outside and wait on the porch for the rest
of the family. Slowly the tears start streaming over my cheeks. “Baby, what’s
wrong?” Elliot snakes his hands around me. I let my head rest on his shoulder.
“Just had words with Christian. Oh Elliot I wish I could tell what’s wrong.” I
snicker. “You can tell me everything, you know that right.” He whispers. “I
know, but I made a promise to your mother.”
Then I realize I need to tell
someone. I might as well me Elliot. Just before I to want to spill the beans
Ana and Christian walk out with the kids and we are ready to leave. “Taylor,
can you take them to the airport. Stephan is on standby and waiting.” He gives
me a look, if looks could kill; I would be six feet under by now. I see how Ana
wipes away her tears and curls herself into Christian’s arms. We say our
goodbye’s and we walk towards the boat where Taylor is already waiting for us.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Grey.”
Stephan greets us as friendly as ever. I take my seat and Elliot straps in the
kids across from us. Soon Phoebe starts to drift of as well as Ava. They have
played so much today that they are tired. I can see Teddy fighting against the
sleep and soon he loses the battle and falls asleep as well. Elliot turns
towards me, “Okay, now you are going to tell what’s wrong. You have been so
emotional today. And don’t tell me that are those bloody hormones. I am not
falling for it.” He giggles. “But I promised your mother I wouldn’t, Elliot.” I
plead again. “I don’t care, I’ll just pretend I don’t know anything. Kate,
you’re my wife and I can see you are hurt. Please let me help you.” He looks at
me with his puppy dog eyes. I take a deep breath and take a sip of my Orange
Juice, Natalie gave me earlier. “When I was discharged from the Hospital this
reporter asked me what I thought about the accusations of Chrstians
illegitimate child with some woman.” I am so happy I am finally get to tell
someone. I feel my stress level going down with each word. Elliot looks at me
in disgust and then starts to laugh. “Are you kidding me. Christian with an
illegitimate child?” Now that I think about it, Elliot is right. Control freak
wouldn’t let this happen. “Is that what you were keeping from me. Oh sweetie,”
he unbuckles his belt and wraps me in his arms. Softly I weep into his arms, it
feel so good to finally share it, but now I have to face Grace and Carrick
again and I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, how will they take
it?.................................
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