The story: Christian and Ana are happily married for three years until an ill-fated attempt on his life by an old enemy leaves him without the memories of the last three years. The last thing he remembers is Ana leaving him after the belt incident. How will he adjust to a life he doesn't remember? And how will he react to the memories he uncovers?

Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of anything originally written by E.L. James as part of the Fifty Shades Trilogy, I am only exploiting my own ideas in this fanfiction.

Remember: /rəˈmembər/ verb. Have in or be able to bring to one's mind an awareness of someone or something that one has seen, known, or experienced in the past.

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Prologue

APOV

We were happy.

Christian and I were both up early due to the heart-warming chatters echoed from the baby monitor, alerting us that our son was awake. With smiles on our faces, we had risen to spend the morning with Teddy. After breakfast, Christian left for his morning run. Just like he had every morning since we moved into the house on the Sound. I know his routine by heart. I know him by heart. He kissed me softly before he left. He ruffled Teddy's hair as he played on the floor of the great room, and then he was off. When he wasn't back in the amount of time it usually took for his usual run, I began to worry, but decided to give him a little more time before I acted on my ominous thoughts. And when another half hour passed, I ran to Taylor.

Taylor left with Reynolds in search for my husband and my heart shattered when he called me ten minutes later. It was the worst phone call of my life. Christian had been in an accident. A hit and run. Taylor found him bleeding on the pavement all alone. We rushed to the hospital where Grace worked, and I waited with the entire Grey family as Christian was rushed off to surgery.

A brain bleed. His brain was bleeding. That was something I couldn't wrap my mind around for a while. My wonderful, beautiful husband had a bleed in his brain. When I last saw him, he was happy and smiling, and the next, he was lying in a hospital bed tied to all sorts of machines. When after surgery, he didn't wake after 24 hours, that was when we started to worry. Swelling. That's what Dr. Montgomery told us. His brain had begun to swell. We just had to wait for everything to regulate itself. And so that's what we've done. For 18 days, we have sat by his bedside and watched as his body lay resting. Healing itself.

I still can't comprehend all of this. Three years we've spent together and now he may never come back to me. Someone left this dear, sweet man alone on the pavement to die. The moment they did, darkness began to creep up on us. The light that shone in our perfect lives began to diminish. I can't understand how this happened.

We were happy.

February 4th 2014 (Morning of the accident)

CPOV

"Where's my Teddy bear?" I ask with my hands over my eyes and quickly pull them away to see my smiling baby boy. "There he is!"

"Where daddy?" Teddy covers his eyes and is laughing his hardest as we play peek-a-boo. "Daddy!"

I laugh with him and pick him so he can sit in my lap.

"Shall we go find Mama, Teddy bear?" I get my answer as he squeals in delight and claps his little hands, and so we get up in search of Ana. God willing she's not in the bathroom again this morning throwing up. Her morning sickness this time around is dreadful and draining her completely.

"Ana?" I call out when we leave the great room, only to run into Gail.

"Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey just went into the kitchen." She smiles warmly and me and gives a little wave to Ted.

"Thank you, Mrs. Taylor."

I walk into the kitchen to see my lovely wife standing at the counter eating some fresh fruit. I stand for a moment just to admire her and realize what a lucky man I truly am to have this woman in my life.

"Mama!" Teddy yells, giving us away and Ana's head whips around to greet us with a breathtaking smile.

"Hi, beautiful." I kiss her lips softly and smile at the taste of fresh pineapple on her lips.

"How are my two favorite boys?" She asks and Ted instantly reaches out his arms for her to take him.

I know Dr. Greene said it's fine for her to be lifting him at this stage in her pregnancy, but it still makes me anxious.

"We're doing just fine, Mama. I changed our boy and then we played with trains and tried out peek-a-boo for a while. Now your men are hungry. What's for breakfast?"

"I'm eating fruit and yoghurt this morning, but Mrs. Taylor said something about fixing French toast for our little man."

"That sound perfect." I kiss her on the cheek and take Teddy back so I can put him in his high chair.

We eat breakfast quickly and I know I need to go and run off some energy. I kiss Ana goodbye and tell her I'll be back soon, and go and dress in my running clothes.

When I come back down the stairs to head out, I pop into the great room to say another quick goodbye to Ana, so I can steal another kiss, and tell her and Ted that I'll be back soon.

My feet hit the pavement with a welcoming thud and I push the air out of my longs with the strenuous climb up the rounded curve of one of the roads connecting to our driveway. I see that fucking neighbor Jim out walking his dog and fight the urge to flip him the bird. Fucker always stares at Ana too much when we see him and he barely even acknowledges the fact that she has a husband. Asshole.

I feel my forehead start to gather sweat as my pace quickens and I welcome the familiar burn and satisfaction of my morning run. Ana loves that I keep myself in good shape, and I like that my body pleases her. Just like her body pleases me.

I smile to myself at the thought of my wife and that's the last thing that goes through my mind as my body is slammed heavily against the pavement and my head hits hard against the unforgiving asphalt.

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February 8th 2014 (4 days after the accident)

APOV

"I took Teddy to see my dad yesterday. I'm glad he decided to let us get him that house in Seattle. Him being closer to the family really is much better. Ray was so excited Teddy, as usual. He tried to teach Ted how to tie a knot with his shoelaces, but Ted was wiggling and didn't want to sit still long enough to learn how. I didn't expect him to learn, I mean I was 6 when I finally learned to tie my shoes and Ted's not even 2 yet. He's been asking about you. Each night when I lay him down for bed, he asks where you are. Grace and I decided it was best to tell him you had to go away on business, but would be back soon. So you have to wake up soon, sweetheart. You have to wake up and see our little boy." I can't control my voice as the sobs wrack my body and I once again lay my head on Christian's hospital bedside as I hold his hand and let myself cry. I've been trying to stay strong in front of Grace and Carrick, but I don't think I can anymore. I miss him too much. "I love you."

I whisper and stand to push his hair off his bandaged forehead, careful to avoid hitting the intubation tube in his mouth that's supplying him oxygen. I lean in to kiss his stubbly cheek and let my tears flow as I pray my husband wakes up from this hell.

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February 18th 2014 (14 days after the accident)

"I don't understand, why did they make us leave? Grace, he was choking! What's happening?" I try to regulate my breathing as I stand in the hallway outside of Christian's hospital room with the rest of his family, but I can't. Christian started choking and the next thing I know, we're being shoved out of the room by his doctor and nurses.

"This is a good thing, darling."

"How is this a good thing, mom?" Elliot roars beside me and I see that there are tears building up in his eyes as well. He truly loves his brother.

"It's a good thing, because he was fighting the intubation tube. He was choking because he was trying to breathe on his own."

"On his own?" I whisper, hoping I'm understanding this right.

"Yes, dear. Our boy is fighting to get back to us. This is just the start."

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February 20th 2014 (16 days after the accident)

"Ted can stay with us again tonight, Ana. That's not a problem." Carrick tells me, but it does nothing to reassure me. Since Christian's been here, I haven't been able to spend as much time with my son as I should be.

"Thank you, Carrick. I'm glad you and Grace don't mind keeping him. I really appreciate it."

"Are you kidding? We love that boy, Ana. And he and Mia have quite the time with each other." I smile at the thought of Ted and Mia having so much fun together. I am glad he has such a big, loving family helping raise him.

"I'm a little bit, hungry." Elliot says for at least the 10th time in the past 30 minutes.

"Why are you still here?" I laugh and he shrugs his shoulders. "Why don't you go have dinner with Kate? I'm sure she'd like it. You know we'll call you if anything happens."

"Eh, I don't need to leave."

"Elliot." Carrick says.

"What, dad?"

"Go home. See your wife. I'm sure she'd like to see you for a little while today. You've spent all afternoon here."

Elliot looks from his dad, to his brother still laying in his hospital bed and lets out a strained sigh. I know El hates leaving him each day, he's so worried something will happen to Christian while he's gone, but I know as Kate's pregnancy progresses, she's going to need Elliot by her side more than usual.

"El, we'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

He finally nods his head and comes over to hug me goodbye. He says his farewells to his parents and so then Grace, Carrick and I sit in the silent room.

I've read the morning paper and a few chapters from Little Women to Christian today, and for the first time in my life, I don't want to read anymore. I miss the sound of Christian's voice as he used to read me sections from the newspaper each morning. It started as habit after my accident with Jack Hyde that landed me in the hospital so many years ago, and so we kept with it almost each morning afterward. I miss him reading to me. I miss him whispering in my ear as he woke me up in the mornings with light kisses on my neck. I miss the simple comfort of our morning routine together. Our showers together, our walks together, our quiet evenings in front of the fire. I miss it all. And I fear I may never get it back.

I break down in tears and feel Grace's arms wrap around me, lulling me into a small, reassuring comfort.

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February 22nd 2014 (18 days after the accident)

"Six letter word for pinnacle." Carrick taps his custom fountain pen against his chin as he looks to his daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper.

"Zenith." Grace chirps, laughing at her husband when he smiles brightly with a satisfied 'Ahh' escaping his mouth as he finishes his puzzle. "Do you think Mia was right to start seeing Ethan again, Ana?"

"Oh, I don't know, Grace. I know they had problems when they were together, but I really think they love each other. I don't know why they shouldn't give it a second try."

"Exactly what I said. He's a nice young man, stable job and adores our daughter. You're being such a mother hen, Gracie." Carrick chuckles.

"I just don't know if I see the two of them in it for the long haul." She sighs and goes back to her knitting, a task she says all doctors should consider doing as it keeps the fingers nimble and helps with surgical dexterity. "Anyway, how was Teddy last night, Ana?"

"He didn't throw another tantrum, so that's good. He's just confused right now and missing his dad, so he's acting out, I just hate seeing my little boy suffering so much."

"That's quite understandable, dear." Carrick tells me as I see him starting his Sudoku puzzle.

"Who sent those flowers, Grace?" I ask as I admire the new arrangement that was added this morning.

"Oh, it's from Ros and Gwen. Another one."

"That woman has been a godsend since Christian came here. She doesn't ask for anything and has stepped more than anyone can imagine." Carrick says and I nod in agreement. I've only had to sign a few documents, and Ros has brought them by the hospital herself so she could see Christian and sit with him for a bit. She's really been a true friend and valuable employee throughout this ordeal.

"I'm glad she doesn't mind the extra work and longer hours."

"Oh, she's a shark. She loves the work." Carrick laughs and I have to agree.

I look at Christian's sleeping face and see his face needs another shave. I haven't wanted the nurses to shave him, so I've been doing it almost every day. I'd hate for him to wake up with the beard of a mountain man. I giggle at the thought and reach out my hand to take his. I love that his hands are always warm, it makes my mind drift when I close my eyes and picture us in our own home, holding hands as we walk through the meadow with our son. I need him to wake soon.

"Ana?" I hear Jason's voice from behind me and turn to see him at the door.

"Yes?"

"I have breakfast for you here, ma'am. Gail sent it over. You know she doesn't like you all eating hospital food when she can fix you something."

"Thank you, Jason. I need to call Gail soon, I'll thank her then."

He nods his head and comes into the room to lay out what his wife has made for us.

"Elliot called earlier this morning. Kate's Braxton Hicks were really getting her, he wants to stay with her for a bit, so he'll be later than usual getting here. Mia's going to keep Teddy until lunch and then Gail is going to get him, so she'll be here in the afternoon." Grace tells me as her eyes focus on her knitting in front of her.

"That sounds great." I say and then feel my eyes widen on their own accord.

"Ana? What is it?" Carrick's paper is put down in an instant as he sees the startled look on my face.

"I think… I…" I stutter and try to shake my head to clear my thoughts. "I think I felt Christian's hand move in mine."

"What?" Grace is on alert immediately and over by my side.

I stand and look at Christian's face as I squeeze his hand to get some sort of reaction from him. I wait a moment and choke out a gasp when I feel his fingers twitch.

"He did it again. I felt it again." I can feel the tears of relief come to my eyes and I don't move my sight from my husband's face. I don't even blink, determined that I won't miss a thing.

I wait a moment and see Grace go to stand on the other side of him. And that's when I see it. I see his eyes start to flutter.

"He's waking up!" My voice full of excitement and my face etched in a smile.

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CPOV

"Count, Anastasia!" I command in my best dominate voice.

"One!" She shouts and I hear a waiver of uncertainty in her cry.

All you have to do is tell me to stop, baby. This is all up to you.

I strike her again and she calls out "Two!" I can feel my breathing pick up as I watch her submitting to me. I look at the red lines forming on her backside and I feel hesitant.

She hasn't safe worded… she wants this, Grey. You want this. Buck up.

"Three!" I can hear the emotion in her voice, but I don't stop.

I'm controlling her and it's the biggest turn on for her to give herself to be so completely... to trust me this wholly.

"Four!" She yells again and now I can't bear to look at the marks I've made on her beautiful skin.

My mind is begging me to look at her pretty red ass. But I don't want to. This isn't anything like I thought it would be. I can't stand to see what I've done to her. And yet, I continue.

"Five." She barely chokes this out and I think she's getting tired.

One more, baby. And I'll make love to you and show you the benefit of your submission.

I lay the belt across her behind once more and once she whispers "Six." I drop the belt to the ground and pull my beautiful Anastasia into my arms. I just want to show her what she means to me, but she's mumbling for me to let go of her.

I can't, Ana. I can't let go.

"Don't touch me!" She yells at me and I am absolutely petrified. I'm so scared… she's going to run.

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My mind snaps from its fog and I realize that my head is absolutely throbbing. My throat feels like it's on fire. I'm desperately trying to open my eyes, but they feel so heavy. Why does my whole body ache? This is torture. Just open your eyes and figure out what's going on. I finally will myself to flutter my eyelids so I can peek through my eye lashes, but when the tiny bit of light hits, it has my headache cranking up several hundred notches.

"He's waking up!" I hear an angelic voice shriek as my eyes finally decide to stay open. Focusing them I see that the angel was Ana. It was her beautiful voice that I heard. I want to be happy that she's here with me, but when we last saw each other, she left me…

Her big blue eyes welcome me as she leans over my face and speaks to me.

"Well, hello, Mr. Grey. We were beginning to think you didn't want to wake up." She giggles through her tears and it's the most beautiful sound in the world. I know she doesn't want me anymore, that much was clear when she walked away from me last Saturday, but I won't dare question why she's here with me now. I'll just enjoy it while I can.

The haze in my eyes finally lifts as I rapidly blink my eyes for a few second, and I can't help focus on the stunningly beautiful woman standing above me. The only woman I could ever love and here she is. And she looks like utter perfection; even in tears.

"Ana?" My voice croaks so much I hardly recognize it as my own.

Grace immediately pours a cup of water for me, brings the straw to my mouth and I savor the feeling of the sleep riddled dryness of my throat being washed away. When I finally finish drinking I just continue to stare at Ana.

I can't believe she's here, by my side, holding my hand. I realize I'm in a hospital, but how long have I been here? Ana looks tired, but her hair is shinier than normal and she has a beautiful glow about her. She looks beautiful. Exhausted, but beautiful.

Not wanting to keep myself in suspense any longer, I ask:

"How long?" My question causes shifty glances between my parents and Ana until finally my mother decides to put me out of suspense.

"18 days, darling."

Her answer causes my eyes to widen and my mouth pops open. I mean, 18 days? Shit. Grey House was likely suffering and no telling what the media's saying about why I'm here… wait… why am I here?

"What happened?" My voice may still be weak, and I can literally feel darkness trying to pull me under, but I'm determined to have answers.

"It was a car accident. You were out for your usual morning run, and a car came out of nowhere and hit you. They still don't know who the driver was. There were no witnesses." My dad speaks up and I can see tears in his eyes and relief over his face.

"Taylor? You didn't see him?" I ask him as he always runs with me of a morning.

"I wasn't running with you, sir. I don't given the exclusivity of the neighborhood." Taylor responds to me, but that just confuses me even more.

"What do you mean? What neighborhood?"

"Your neighborhood, sir…" Taylor's eyes were worried as he spoke and he glances at Ana.

"What neighborhood? What are you talking about?" I can hear the frustration in my voice because none of this is making sense.

"Where your house is, dear. Don't you remember?" Grace asks me.

"Escala is not in a neighborhood mother…"

"Oh, dear." She gasps and reaches to hit the button on my bedside to call for a nurse.

When the young, overly enthusiastic nurse enters, Grace immediately asks her to fetch the neurologist on the floor which makes me incredibly anxious and I start to feel my heart rate pick up. I know that neurology deals with the brain and the thought of something being severely wrong with me causes my heart rate to pick up and I hear the monitors attached to me alert me of my increased heart rate. What's wrong?

"Mom, what's going on?" When I ask I look around the room to see stunned, worried faces looking back. When my eyes meet Ana's I can see tears falling rapidly down her red cheeks. "Baby? Baby, what is it? Why are you crying?"

"Because you don't remember." Ana sniffs and replies though a sob.

"Remember what?" I ask only to see this caused Ana to cry even more. "Tell me."

"Honey, let's get some tea for you while we wait for the doctor. It's not good for you to get this worked up." Grace plucks Ana from my side and I reluctantly release the tight grip I have on her hand.

When my arm drops heavily on the bed beside me I realize it hurts like a bitch. I deduct this must be because I have been lying in bed for 2 ½ weeks, and taking stock of my body, I grasp that I hurt everywhere. I know I'll probably be here at least a few more days and who knows how long it will be until I'm fully mobile considering I see a cast attached to my right leg. Fucking perfect.

So there are things I don't remember? Why hasn't anyone told me what's going on?

I look to my father and see him talking quietly with Taylor. I continue to lay here awkwardly and feel my eyes getting heavy. I refuse to let my body fall into a sleep and fight to stay awake. I focus on other things. Like that fact that Ana's here with me. She must have heard that I was in an accident and come to see me. She really must still care. I need to speak with her. Apologize for what happened. She never replied when I sent her flowers yesterday…

Well, I realize that wasn't actually yesterday, but nevertheless, I want to see if she liked them. I chose white roses because the woman at the florist shop told me they represent purity and innocence; much like my Ana.

I feel myself growing more frustrated and irritated that my mom took my Ana away from me.

Not that she's my Ana anymore. I whipped that precious girl with a belt and let her leave, even after she told you she loved me. Soon though, soon she'll be mine again. I promise myself.

I knew the moment I flew to Georgia to see her that I was in love with her. I had unwillingly, unintentionally admitted it to Flynn before I left. What I didn't know was why she would love me. I'm a sick bastard. She deserves more than me. But I'm selfish… I want her… and I don't want anyone else to have her. I just hope that it's not too late, and I can't help but be hopeful because she was by my bedside when I woke. Maybe she still loves me. Just maybe.

"Mr. Grey. How are you feeling today?" A young, good looking bastard wearing a lab coat enters my room with a smile on his face that annoys me instantly.

"How the fuck do you think I'm feeling?" I growl.

"Christian!" Grace scolds me as she reenters the room with her hand holding Ana's.

Ana looks to me and gives me a weak smile as she makes her way to my bedside and puts her right hand back in its rightful place. In my own. I smile back and that makes her give me a real genuine smile that I've grown to love and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

"Okay, Mr. Grey, I'm Dr. Montgomery. I'm going to begin with a few basic questions. Alright?" I nod so he continues. "What's your full name?"

"Christian Trevelyan Grey."

"Date of birth?"

"June 18th, 1983."

"Parents names?"

"Grace and Carrick Grey."

"The year?"

"2011."At that answer every person in the room gasped and Ana's tears started flowing again. I'm immediately more confused and inquire. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Grace looks questioningly at Dr. Montgomery and when he nods she answers.

"We're all surprised because, honey… it's… it's 2014."

I realize I'm looking at my mother like she has just sprouted horns and a tail because 2014? No, not possible.

"Now, Mr. Grey, we'll get you a CT and an MRI to detect any sort of abnormalities, but given the extent of your injuries, memory loss was always a possibility."

Memory loss? No, I don't believe it. I look over to see my beautiful love already looking down at me. We've been apart for 3 years and she still came here to be by my side? Maybe she hadn't moved on… maybe she did still love me. I don't want to think that she could be with someone else. I'll cling to hope until someone tells me otherwise.

"I'll go order the tests and I'll have someone come in to just do a preliminary check-up while we wait." With that, Dr. Montgomery leaves the room.

"Christian, son, do you need anything?" Carrick asks me while standing at the foot of the bed.

"I'd like a moment alone with Ana." I tell him, never taking my eyes off of her.

After everyone leaves the room, Ana and I continue to stare at each other. Finally deciding to break the silence she speaks, voice still hoarse with tears.

"I can't tell you how happy I am you're awake. I missed you so much, Christian…"

With this I shush her gently and beckon her closer, barely lifting my arm in signal for her to come to me. She leaps at the opportunity and wraps her arms around my neck. Hugging me as she nestles her head in the crook of my neck and weeps silently. I do what I can to comfort her, running my hand down her back until her crying subsided.

"I can't believe you're here." I whisper in her hair and I inhale her wonderful Ana scent.

When she pulls away she looks questioningly at me. "Where else would I be, Christian?"

"Because I know how we left things. Ana, I regret so much that last day and…" And hold on just one damn minute, I look down to see a giant diamond ring on her finger and a wedding band.

Mother fucker.

I guess she moved on then, right? How could she get over me and marry some other fucker? I can feel the rage was seeping over and my breathing quickened as my heart rate picks up once more. I can feel my hands starting to sweat and I am beyond pissed… mostly with myself for being the dumbest mother fucker for letting her go.

"Christian, what's wrong?" Her sweet voice tries to calm me.

"What the fuck is that on your hand, Anastasia? Is that a damn wedding ring?" I know it is, but I want… I need… to hear her say it, to tell me she's moved on from me. "Who is he? Is it that Rodriguez fucker? Hmm?" I can't fucking breathe. I feel like someone is sitting on my chest and the temperature feels like it's gone up 100 degrees. My Ana is now someone else's and I cannot accept that. I feel as though all of the meaning of life had just dissipated. "Baby, I know I fucked things up, but how can you be with someone else? I know things are hard but I… I… I love you. And I know that might not be enough but I do, and I want us to be together. I don't want you to be with anyone else. I can make you happy, I know I can. I'll do anything, I'll…"

Suddenly my declaration is interrupted with my favorite sound in the word; Ana's laughter. She is laughing hysterically and I don't know whether to be embarrassed or angry. I have just told her my true feelings, literally put my heart on the line and she's laughing. Of course she's laughing… since when does my girl do anything expected? Staring at her all I want to do is kiss her, but I know that I can't because she belongs to someone else.

"Something amusing to you, Miss Steele?" I ask frustrated but clear amusement laces my words.

"Oh, Christian. Your jealousy knows no bounds. And it's not Steele anymore."

That comment sucks all of the lingering amusement out of the room and the fire starts brewing behind my eyes as I ask my dreaded question.

"And just what is your name now, Anastasia?"

"Grey."

"What?"

"You heard me. Grey."

"You're name is, Grey? How?"

"Well, when we got married, it seemed appropriate that I take your last name." She tells me with the most beautiful smile on her face.

I married Ana? I feel my a smile float to my face and pain seeps into my cheeks as I look at the lovely woman who has just told me that all of my dreams have come true. She is my dreams come true. That smart mouth just as witty as ever.

How the hell did I talk her into marrying me? A miracle obviously. Divine intervention maybe. I've never been a religious man, but I'm thanking the good lord above right now for bringing me this gorgeous woman. Even after what happened, she stayed with me. Me and my fifty shades.

"We're married?" I ask in just a whisper.

"We are. How do you feel about that?" Ana asks me cautiously.

I don't understand how she even has to ask. I feel amazing. Truly and utterly ecstatic. How else would I feel? If possible, I think my smile grows as I answer her.

"Like I must be the luckiest son of a bitch on this planet, baby."

Ana lets out a sigh of relief and blushes at my obvious joy.

Author's Note:

Well, hello, reader. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of 'Remember' and if you're wanting visuals for the story, there's a link on my page that directs you to my Pinterest. This story is my baby, so please be kind. I love to read your reviews and PM's. If you have any questions, just shoot me a message and I'll be happy to answer it. Also, I'm bad for giving you spoilers when you message me, so beware.

Btw, I totally stole a line from 'Grey's Anatomy' and put it in here. If you're a Grey's fan, try and spot my quote.

Happy reading, friends!