We are back! As you already know, Ana and Christian belong to E.L. James, otherwise we would be millionaires

Translated by thenewEmily

On our last chapter (18 "Waking up again")

Teddy is still in a coma and Ana is recovering. While Christian is taking care of everything, Ana remembers when she told her parents she was pregnant. She also confesses to her friends Kate and Mia that Jack hit her when they were together. Christian overhears the conversation and fights with Anastasia because he can't understand how she let all that happened.

Once they talked everything over, Ana falls asleep but she wakes up in the middle of a nightmare, with Jack attacking her and Teddy screaming desperately for help.

"I don't know what happens, I hear screams, someone yells ... Teddy screams. Oh my god! I open my eyes and see Jack over me. His hands on my mouth and nose ... I can't breathe!

Teddy screams ... everything is blurry. A silhouette pushes him away from me, he lets me go and I breathe. I see a fight and Teddy screams... I don't understand what he says?

Oh, yes. Now I understand... "MOMMY!" Teddy yells."

Chapter 19

Everything in the room is a mess. My father is over me, apologizing and trying to protect me. Security guards are holding Jack while he screams and says that if I am not with him, I won't be with anyone. Christian has him immobilized and they leave the room in the midst of struggles. In the next bed, Teddy looks at me wondering if I'm okay... TEDDY! Teddy is awake, my God, but how, when...

Amid the confusion, Dr. Cullen with Mia and Kate enter the room. He turns to me and checks me as the girls go with Teddy.

"I'm fine, doctor."

"Let me decide that... Wasn't supposed to be security at the door?" he asks to a confused nurse that's helping him. "Hmm... apparently he didn't hurt you."

"Mommy, I was having a very nice dream, it was you, daddy and me in a beautiful place, full of wonderful colors, and suddenly I woke up and saw Jack over you, and I could only scream and then Dad came."

"Dad?" Mia looks at me strangely.

"Yes, I know that Christian is my dad..." answers Teddy, "sorry Mommy, I..."

"Relax, honey, we'll talk about that later, all right? Now let the doctors examine you."

I follow with attention the neurological exam they do to my son. It's all good in my opinion. Thank you God for giving me back my child.

"Apparently everything is fine" Kate says, "though of course, you've done the test from your bed too right?" I nod and smile. "We'll have to keep him here a couple of days for observation and make a couple of tests to ensure that everything is really good".

"Thanks Kate, Mia... you are the best friends in the world."

"We know" jokes Mia while she writes in Teddy's chart.

Christian returns to the room with a tense face, but it softens when he sees Teddy.

"Daddy" shouts my son and to hear him say those words breaks my heart... how could I keep them apart for so long. I was so dumb, so dumb, how did I let myself be fooled that way. Why didn't I follow my instinct, like when I saw him on the train? My eyes fill with tears.

"Come on champ... Do you want to give mommy a hug?" My boy nods, Kate and Mia too. Carefully Christian lifts him and brings him up to my bed.

"We'll leave you alone", Kate winks and they go out.

My child pounces on me without any care, but it doesn't matter. I hug him, smell his hair, and kissed his cheeks still cold and pale.

"Oh Teddy, Teddy, don't ever scare me like that okay?"

"Neither do you mommy."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"What part mommy?"

"The accident…"

"Yes, we were on our way to school, our car didn't stop and then a black car rammed us. There was a lot of blood, but I was fine. Dad was with me... Mommy... Why did you never tell me he was my dad?"

"Teddy, what do you say if we let your mom rest for a little while? I'm sure we'll have time to talk later" says Christian.

"All right, but I want you to know that I'm not stupid and that when I first met you I knew there was something about you... but I didn't know what, Dad."

"Me too son" he says and the three of us hug.

"Now the three of us are going to be together?"

"Hey, you don't stop, do you?" says Christian.

"No, he doesn't, he's unstoppable" I smile. Your father and I haven't seen each other since before you were born. We have to get know each other again, see if we can still be together."

"But do you care for each other?"

"Of course we care Teddy" Christian says, "and if you are worried that I might leave, I swear that there's nothing on earth that can separate me from you again, okay?"

My child smiles with relief. And I blame myself ... I blame myself again and I don't know if I will ever cease to blame myself.

-oOo-

Death has been too close these days. Sometimes I feel like I can see her wandering among us and that terrifies me, it reminds me of my mother's death. Sometimes I think I have that gift since my biological parents died, I was son young and I almost touched its scythe. Perhaps death is following me and I managed to escape from it... for now. At the end of the road the only thing that's certain is its visit.

The days have passed in relative calm since we got discharged from the hospital. My injuries have almost healed. Teddy still can't go to school, which has him a little irritable. I guess it's also not an easy thing having to share his mom with a stranger, even if that stranger is his father. Christian hasn't left our side, he's concerned, attentive. He doesn't take Teddy's fusses over food or bedtime. I don't recall having good memories of this man, maybe he was always like this and I didn't see it.

Today we are going to the park, we promised Teddy because he has been on rest too much time. Also he's going back to school on Monday so we want to make sure that he doesn't get dizzy or something.

"Mommy, are we going yet?"

"In a second, sweetie, I'm making some things to eat okay?

"But we can buy something there, mom..."

"Nothing is as healthy and tasty as mommy's food" I assure him and stroked his head, "you'll find out soon."

"Yes, I know... and when I'm old and alone I will wish for you to cook me something and you won't be here anymore and blah blah blah..."

"Looks like going out is making you being disrespectful today."

"I'm sorry, Mom ... Are we going yet?"

"Teddy! Leave your mother alone and go get a ball to take to the park" Christian screams interrupting our discussion. Gorgeous as always, he takes me by the waist and kisses me on the neck.

"A ball dad? Those things don't exist in this house"

"Why?" he asks and looks at me. I blush. "Because mommy thinks they are not safe".

"Really?"

"Yes... but after all we've been through, I think a ball is..."

"A game for kids?" Christian throws ironic.

"No. I was thinking harmless..."

"I won't even ask about skateboards and bicycles..."

"I can have one too?" asked my excited son.

"Of course... if you can build one with your Legos."

"Mom!"

"There won't be any bicycles. At least not for now and go get your hat and a jacket or I'm going to regret taking you to the park".

Teddy leaves the kitchen half protesting and I know Christian will attack me for the bike. I keep silent and keep wrapping sandwiches.

"Don't look at me like that"

"Why?"

"Because I feel you are blaming me"

"I haven't said a word."

"But you are thinking about it."

I take the picnic basket and get out of the kitchen. Christian reaches me and takes the basket. He walks to the door, grabs the car keys and the house's. I grab my bag, which is very heavy. I'm carrying cream for bug bites, sunscreen, hand soap, a few bandages and my stethoscope... you never know when you are going to need it. Also I have a complete emergency kit in the new car.

Teddy runs off and gets into the car before I even reach him.

"So Teddy, what park do you want to go?" questions Christian and I sink into the seat, all my failings as a mother are being showed in my face in just one morning.

"I don't know dad".

"But... which one do you like to go? Or where do you always go?"

"We don't go to the park" I answer shortly, "but turn left, so we can go to the store and buy a ball. Then we'll go to a nearby park, a few blocks down".

He says nothing, but his eyes hardened. Yes, I went too far. No balls or bikes or park, maybe I forgot he was a child and I turned him in a little old man, and a Lego's lover.

They get down at the store and I see them walk away from the car. They must be plotting strategies to convince me to buy a bike, but they won't succeed. I gave some money to Teddy to have his ball. God, he had asked me so much and never allowed him. A ball is a deadly weapon, especially if it is leather. They are very hard; they can get you hurt, especially in the head. I hope they listen to me and buy a plastic one. Yes, I can deal with a plastic one... I think...

On the radio sounds a pastor talking about faith, God, and risks, and I think how right he is. One must be cautious, no, I am not exaggerated; I just want the best for my little one... Why are they taking so long? It was just a ball, God.

I can't believe it. There comes Christian and Teddy, with a ball, yeah... and a bicycle. God, this man will hear me.

I get out of the car, furious.

"But who do you think you are?! I'm not going to subject my child to a risk like this, not after what happened!"

"The boy has the right to a normal life"

"Not now", Teddy looks at me suspiciously.

"Then when?" Christian says defiantly, but I'm not willing to give.

"I told you mom wouldn't let us" Teddy interrupts us. He takes off his helmet and throws it to the ground, resigned.

"Teddy, get inside the car".

"Mom..."

"Now, Teddy." He obeys. "You won't be the one to tell me how to care for MY SON. I've been with him all these years and I know how he is and what he needs."

"If I wasn't there it was because YOU didn't want to. YOU left and denied me the opportunity to care for him."

"I know, but don't change the subject. He won't ride on that or any bike."

"You have to let him grow up, he's not a baby anymore…"

"I don't care what you think; it's not safe for him."

"And what is safe? Legos?"

"For example."

"I will not allow you to have our son locked in a glass castle. He's a strong guy and deserves to grow up away from your fears and apprehensions."

"No!" "Yes" he says and makes the move to upload the bike in the car, but I stop him.

"Don't even try it"

"Ana, come on, what you're doing it is not good for anyone."

"He's my son."

"He's my son too... Trust me..."

"No", he looks at me, tense.

"There's no way with you…"

"Well I'm sorry, but you're not coming in my car with that thing".

"Fine" he says and I think he's going back to the store to return it, but instead he leaves the parking lot, and me standing like an idiot. I climb into the car, Teddy is silent. I drive close to him. "Where are you going?"

"Home, I don't want fight with you anymore".

Furious I accelerate and close the window. Fine, if that's what he wants, he can walk all the way home. Screw him; he fucked the day in the park.

We get home and Teddy gets down without saying a word. He walks sadly to his room and slams the door shut. I can't blame him; it was a stunt what Christian and I did. I take a deep breathe, he'll be back any minute, with the fucking bike and I don't know any more if I did well in denying him having one, but he's my son and that thing is dangerous. I never learned to ride a bike, they scare me to death. They cause so many accidents, but it is true that all kids use them. Maybe I'll have to give... No! It's not fair. What is he thinking? That because he is here now he can turn our lives upside down?

The time goes by and Christian still isn't home. Teddy doesn't leave his room and I want to die.

I grab a couple of sandwich and go looking for my son.

"Honey ¿why don't we eat it in the garden? It's a beautiful day."

"No, you've ruined everything."

I don't insist I know he's right. I leave the plate with the sandwich and go. It'll have to pass right? He can't be angry forever. I walk by the garage, but Christian hasn't been there, he hasn't left the fucking bike. I sit on the couch and cry, some in anger, frustration and anguish, because he hasn't return. And little by little I fall asleep.

When I wake up is dark outside and at home all is silent. I go to my room and Christian is not there. I check the garage again, but nothing. I turn to see Teddy, hoping he'll be there, but Teddy is alone, sitting with his legs crossed on his bed.

"He hasn't come back yet?"

"No Teddy."

"What did you say to him?"

"Nothing, I haven't spoken to him since morning."

"What did you say in the morning?"

"Nothing... I… I don't know..."

"Mom... he is gone. I've been left again."

"No honey, I'm sure something happened…"

"Did you call his phone?" "No."

"Try it, Mom." I do, but he's not answering...

"Sorry son, maybe he is very angry with me..." or something really happened, I think out loud, but I don't want to alarm him. Come to the kitchen, I'll make you some dinner. We'll hear from him soon, don't worry."

Teddy comes with me, but his eyes are sad. Shit, I've screwed up again. But he can't be gone for such a silly argument. We eat in silence; Teddy picks up his plate and excuses himself.

"I'll go to sleep"

"Yes, my love, go... Want me to read you a story", I try to smile.

"No thanks."

And my child is gone, leaving me even more desolate. I take the phone and call Grace.

"Hello?"

"Hi Grace its Ana."

"Ana, darling, is everything going well?"

"I don't know..."

"What is it?"

"I had a fight with Christian, a silly thing, but he hasn't returned home and doesn't answer my calls".

"Let me see if he here...", there's an eternal silence, broken only by the sound of her footsteps, "yes dear, apparently he is at home, the light is on in his room and there is a child's bike in the yard... Is that why you fought?"

"Yes... Oh Grace! I just don't know what a little boy does... well, he must be very angry with me. When you see him, tell him to call me, please."

"Yes, dear, count on it. Get some rest."

"Thank you."

He's at his house. I think he had been there only a few times since I found him bleeding, he must be really angry. A sharp prick fills my chest. I've really screwed up. I'll figure out how to fix it. I go to Teddy's bedroom and lie to him...

"Honey, daddy's alright. He had some issues to resolve at home, but he will come tomorrow. He sent you a kiss."

"Thanks mom, goodnight."

"Good night sweetheart."

And I close the door.

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