7.3.13

The Other Grey Girl – Part 13




I asked Gail to stay just as long until Elliot comes home. She sees that I am and feeling well and she agrees. I walk up the stairs and I crawl in bed, fully dressed. I leave the bedroom door open so that I could hear everything downstairs. I hate that I had to ask Gail to stay but, right now I couldn’t handle anything. I could hear how Gail was entertaining Teddy, Phoebe and Ava. I don’t know what I would do if Christian and Ana didn’t have Gail. Gail loved those kids as much as the kids loved Gail. I turned from my side onto my back and I stared at the ceiling.  I still haven’t called Elliot and I am dreading the fact that I promised him. I grab the handheld from its dock and dial Elliot´s office number. After a few rings, “Grey Constructions, Caroline speaking, how can I direct your call?” I take a deep breath, somewhere is was hoping that Elliot was in a meeting and he couldn’t talk to me that I had to leave a message. “Hi Caroline, its Kate again. Is Elliot free to talk?” I crossed my fingers hoping that she would say no. “Sure, I’ll direct your call, hang on.” I was surprised by the way Caroline talked to me. Usually we talk pleasantries but this time it looks like she was glad she could hand me over to Elliot. “Baby, are you okay? I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting.” He sounded relieved when I finally called. Slowly the tears are coming and I can’t keep it together anymore. “I am so sorry babe, it’s my entire fault.” I say trough my tears. “Baby, what’s going on? What happened? Are the babies okay? Are you okay?” Elliot fires his questions at me. And I can’t take it anymore; I take a deep breath and finally manage to find some words. “No Elliot, I am not okay.” Before I can say more Elliot cuts me off and says, “Screw the next meeting, I am coming home.” Before I protest against it he hangs up the phone. But I am still to numb to call him back and I curl my arms around my tummy and softly start to weep.

I crawl out of bed and walk to the bathroom and start running a bath. I put in a few drops of bath oil and soon the entire bathroom smells heavenly. I walk into my closet and start to undress my myself. I watch my naked self in the mirror and stroke my tummy. “I am so sorry my babies.” I whisper into the reflection. I grab my black with lace robe of its hanger and I slip in on. I stride back to the bedroom and grab my book of the bedside table and think about the time Ana almost ordered me to read it. “You need to read this. It’s a light read and you can read before bed time when Elliot is too tired to do something else.” It almost makes me smile, but I can’t help me self that I start to cry again. I stride back to the bathroom and slip out of my robe and step into the bathtub. The heat of the water calms my body down, just like I needed. I closed my eyes but I couldn’t keep them closed, because all I saw and heard was Dr. Greene saying that I could lose my babies. It is echoing in my head over and over again. Somewhere far away I heard Ava shouting “Daddy! Mommy upstairs and she is crying.” Her high pitched voice echoes in the hallway and I hear her little feet running, although I can’t hear where she is going. Later I recognize Elliot running up the stairs. “Kate? Sweetie? Where are you?” I take a deep breath and sink under the water making my hair wet and come back up again and see Elliot sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “Sweetie, what the hell is going on?” When I see his worried face I start to cry again. “I am a screw, Elliot. That’s what’s wrong.” I wipe away some tears. Elliot slips out of his shoes and quickly undresses himself. I move forward in the tub and the water splashes over the edge on the floor. Elliot slips in behind and I lean back. “Tell me, what’s wrong.” He says soothingly. While crying I told Elliot what Dr. Greene had said.

The days after Elliot took some time off and he really spoiled me. It made me even guiltier. Of course Ava was happy, now her father was around, and was upstairs lying on the bed. I read book and watched TV. Elliot allowed me out of bed only for dinner. And every night he took a long bath with me and massaged my back. And every day I felt less guilty and stopped feeling like a failure.

The day finally arrived that Ana and Christian would come home. I had secret phone-calls with Jason Taylor and I knew when they would arrive so we could surprise them. I didn’t tell Phoebe or Teddy and that morning I we told them that we would go somewhere but it was a surprise. So the car was packed and we were on our way to the airport. It didn’t take long before they knew where we were going. Elliot let us out at the back of the entrance and drove away to park the car. While in the distance we saw the GEH Jet approaching Teddy and Phoebe were ecstatic. Finally the plane landed and the door opened and I told Teddy and Phoebe that they could go closer. Ana and Christian came running down the stairs and hugged their children. It made me weak in the knees but luckily Elliot supported me. I stopped working at the office but I did some research from home for Mrs. Young every now and then. I had weekly appointments with Dr. Greene, to keep track of my blood pressure. And I was pleased to hear after 2 weeks all was heading in the right direction.

After my appointment I decided to pay my mother-in-law a visit. I already contacted Carrick to see if she was working. I walked into the hallway and stopped at the elevator and pressed the button. In the time Elliot was home we talked about hiring a nanny for Ava and Christian helped us. We hired Victoria James. She was 24 years old and majored in child psychology and Christian did a full background check on her and she was cleared. Ava was happy with her and we were happy with her. When then doors opened my phone rang and when I saw it was Elliot, I answered, “Hi baby,” I said happy. “Wow, you sound relieved!” He said relieved. “I guess all was good?” I snort, “Yes we are heading in the right direction. Sorry babe, but I am just stepping in the elevator and the connection might get lost. I am going to stop by your mother and then I am coming home.” “Okay sweetie, I’ll be home in an hour or so.” Elliot says and then the connection fails.  I press the button and the elevator whisks me to the 16th floor and I step out and walk my way to Grace’s office. I hear mumbling and hushed voices when I reach her office. And because her door is aloof I don’t think she is with a patient so I knock on the door and I push it open and a person with a ski-mask and a syringe and injection Grace with something. I don’t know if this person saw me but quickly I turn around and make my way back into the hallway and stop at the office on the left side. Christian order Welch to post the Hospital when Grace was working. With a loud bang I opened the door and shouted, “Grace, I mean Dr. Grey , I mean Mrs. Grey, somebody is trying to kidnap her.” Welch shoots up from his chair and barks orders to the other security people and in a blur they run out. The only one who is left behind is, Ms. Prescott. “Mrs. Grey, you are shaking like a leaf. Please sit down.” I do as she says and can’t do nothing else than gaze straight ahead. Ms. Prescott pulls me out of my reverie as she hands we a glass of water, I look up to her, “Thank you.” I give her a half smile.

Suddenly the door shoot open again and I jump up, Welch is on the phone barking orders. Something about a S.W.A.T team. I tune out most of the noise and rock to and fro on my chair. The next three hours have been kind of lost. It all went by in some kind of blur and the next moment I am sitting next to Grace, while she is lying there on the hospital bed……

6.3.13

Hearts and Flowers


I snort, suddenly remembering the last time we crossed the lawn under the moonlight to the boathouse. Oh, perhaps that’s what we’re going to do now. I grin.
“What?”
“I remember the last time you took me to the boathouse.”
Christian chuckles quietly. “Oh, that was fun. In fact . . .” He suddenly stops and scoops me over his shoulder, and I squeal, though we don’t have far to go.

“You were really angry, if I remember correctly,” I gasp.
“Anastasia, I’m always really angry.” 
“No you’re not.”
 He swats my behind as he stops outside the wooden door. He slides me down his body back to the ground and takes my head in his hands.
 “No, not anymore.” Leaning down, he kisses me, hard. When he pulls away, I’m breathless and desire is racing round my body.


 He gazes down at me, and in the glow of the strip of light coming from inside the boathouse, I can see he’s anxious. My anxious man, not a white knight or a dark knight, but a man—a beautiful, not-quite-so-fucked-up man—whom I love. I reach up and caress his face, running my fingers through his sideburns and along his jaw to his chin, then let my index finger touch his lips. He relaxes.

“I’ve something to show you in here,” he murmurs and opens the door.
The harsh light of the fluorescents illuminates the impressive motor launch in the dock, bobbing gently on the dark water. There’s a row boat beside it.
“Come.” Christian takes my hand and leads me up the wooden stairs. Opening the door at the top, he steps aside to let me in.

My mouth drops to the floor. The attic is unrecognizable. The room is filled with flowers . . . there
are flowers everywhere. Someone has created a magical bower of beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing fairy lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale round the room.
My face whips round to meet his, and he’s gazing at me, his expression unreadable. He shrugs.
“You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.
 I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing. “You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room. “And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence. “Christian, it’s lovely.” I can’t think of what else to say. My heart is in my mouth as tears prick my eyes.

Tugging my hand, he pulls me into the room, and before I know it, he’s sinking to one knee in front of me. Holy hell . . . I did not expect this! I stop breathing.
From his inside jacket pocket he produces a ring and gazes up at me, his eyes bright gray and raw, full of emotion.
“Anastasia Steele. I love you. I want to love, cherish, and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me.”

I blink down at him as my tears fall. My Fifty, my man. I love him so, and all I can say as the tidal wave of emotion hits me is, “Yes.”
He grins, relieved, and slowly slides the ring on my finger. It’s beautiful, an oval diamond in a platinum ring. Jeez—it’s big . . . Big, but oh-so-simple and stunning in its simplicity.

“Oh, Christian,” I sob, suddenly overwhelmed with joy, and I join him on my knees, my fingers fisting in his hair as I kiss him, kiss him with all my heart and soul. Kiss this beautiful man, who loves me as I love him; and as he wraps his arms around me, his hands moving to my hair, his mouth on mine. I know deep down I will always be his, and he will always be mine. We’ve come so far together, we have so far to go, but we are made for each other. We are meant to be.