Ana stared out the window as the SUV pulled around to the back entrance of the courthouse. The anxiety she he was feeling at the thought of having to face this mess only increased at the sight of the crowd of media she caught a glimpse of out front. Kate squeezed her hand comfortingly and she had to remind herself she wasn't alone. Taylor pulled into an underground garage and into a spot before turning off the ignition and turning to face her.

"Take your time, Ana," he told her gently, his eyes bent in sympathy. "We're in no rush right now."

Ana nodded, trying to fight down the wave of nausea in her belly. After her morning with Christian, talking, sorting things out between them, and ending with a kiss that would keep her squirming in her seat for the rest of the day, her strength was starting to wither again. As much as she wanted to believe she could be a strong, independent woman without her husband at her side, this was one situation where that wasn't the case. She knew logically she wouldn't be alone in a room with Jack Hyde, that her family would be with her throughout the entirety of this nightmare, but when it came down to it, she knew she would only see one thing in that room, and she wasn't foolish enough to believe he wouldn't try some sort of intimidation technique on her, silently or otherwise.

They would also be hearing Jack's counter-suit against Christian, the one where he tries to make himself out to be the victim when that couldn't have been any further from the truth. Again, logically, she knew Jack's lawsuit wouldn't hold any water in court and with everything that's happened since her return home, everyone would see what a manipulative monster he truly is.

"Okay," Ana whispered, taking several deep breaths to steel her nerves. "Let's go."

Taylor nodded once before jumping out in the car to pull open Ana's door and helping her out, then helping out Kate. The three of them made their way quickly to the elevator, Taylor looking over his shoulder until the doors shut. Ana wasn't sure what he thought might happen then she realized she probably didn't want to know what it was he was looking for.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing what looked to be a back hall. "Employee entrance," Taylor explained as they head towards the left. "Thought it would be better if you didn't have to walk through the place publically."

Ana nodded, smiling at him gratefully. "I agree," she whispered, her hand still held tightly in Kate's. The moment they turned a corner, Ana knew something was wrong. Carrick was pacing the corridor, phone pressed to his ear, and he looked almost frantic. Grace, Ray, and Carla stood watching him with uneasy looks on their faces. And the uneasiness only deepened when they laid eyes on Ana.

"What's going on?" she asked quietly, now seeing Elliot and Reynolds talking quietly and fervently.

"We're not sure," Ray told her. "Carrick got a phone call about half an hour ago and he's been like this ever since."

Taylor excused himself to go speak with Elliot and Reynolds, and Ana watched them closely. Taylor's expression went from concerned to furious in a matter of seconds. "And you didn't think to call us?" he said loudly to Reynolds.

Reynolds flinched and replied at a volume at which Ana couldn't hear what he was saying. Elliot told him something to take the focus off Reynolds, but Taylor only shook his head and took out his phone, walking a little farther down the hall for privacy.

Finally Carrick hung up with whoever he was speaking with and approached his family. "Ana, we need to speak privately," he said softly.

"What happened?" she breathed, feeling her body tensing in fear.

Carrick silently held out his arm, gesturing for her to follow him. Immediately Kate, Carla, and Ray offered to go along with her, but Carrick waved them off. Inside a small room, he pulled out a chair for Ana and gestured for her to sit while he leaned against the table beside her. "There's been a catch in the trial and it's been postponed until tomorrow," he told her quietly.

Ana's brow furrowed. "What catch? I thought they were eager to get this over with."

"They are," Carrick said, nodding. "But something has come to light this morning that can't be ignored." Ana shook her head, not understanding. Carrick sighed heavily, sliding into a chair beside her. "A safety deposit box belonging to Jack Hyde has been discovered and it is full of DVDs."

All the blood drained from Ana's body. "What kind of DVDs?" she whispers. What could they have possibly found that would delay a trial hours before it began? The possibilities were endless and the fear were rebuilding.

The hesitation evident on her father-in-law's face wasn't helping. "Though we haven't looked at all of them, at least two of them depict encounters between you and Hyde."

She felt faint and sick and mortified. This just kept getting worse and worse, and the thought that Jack had actually recorded the things he'd done to Ana was beyond anything she'd ever imagined. There had never been any indication that those times had been documented and now people have watched them and know without a shadow of a doubt what happened between Ana and Jack. "Who is going to see them?" she whispered, staring at the table.

"The judge, the DA, the lawyers on both sides. And a few people on Christian's security team who found the videos to begin with."

"Christian?"

With another sigh, Carrick reached over and took her hand. "He received the email shortly before your arrival," he said reluctantly. "The security team contacted him first, before contacting me. So yes, he's seen them. Or at least enough to know of their contents."

A strangled sob escaped Ana's throat and she blindly reached into her purse, digging for her cell phone. If Christian had seen the videos, he would have contacted her to see if she was all right at the very least. But there was nothing from him—no calls, no texts, no emails. There was no attempt to find the logical side of this one: he'd seen the videos. He was disgusted by what he'd seen. He wanted nothing more to do with Ana. Carrick's arms were around her as she sobbed into his shoulder. Everything was falling apart again, just when she believed it was the beginning of the end of this nightmare and she and her family would have the chance to move on and have their own happily ever after.

"What now?" Ana asked in a wavering tone as she pulled away and accepted Carrick's handkerchief to wipe away her tears.

"Now the videos will be thoroughly reviewed," Carrick told her gently. "They will be admitted as evidence in the trial and I will tell you now that once it has been, there is no doubt in my mind that Hyde will be convicted immediately. Your testimony is incredibly important, but he can deny, deny, deny, and come up with his own version of how things went. With documented evidence such as this, he can't refute the charges."

Well, that's an upside, Ana thought grimly. "Will I still have to speak at the trial?" she asked quietly.

"At this point, I think it would be better if you didn't," Carrick said. "Having said that, I want to sit down with you and prepare a victim impact statement."

"A what?"

"Victim impact statement," Carrick repeated. "Essentially, it is a statement about how what you've been through has affected you and your life. They are incredibly effective in helping to cement how a jury feels about a conviction. It's everything you would have said while on the stand, but you won't be caught in any cross examination. Honestly, we should have gone this route from the very beginning. I know you've still got reservations about talking about all this publically, and I cannot blame you for that, Ana. The fact that you've stuck to your conviction of facing Hyde head on is admirable, but I don't want to see this have adverse affects on you."

Ana felt herself relaxing for the first time since she came into this room. She had no idea there was an option that would allow her to speak about what had happened to her without having to face Jack and everyone else. "Is it something I write?" she asked tentatively.

"You could write it," Carrick said, nodding. "But having a video diary of sorts would be better. We can film it privately and make you feel as comfortable as possible, and it will be played back during the trial. You can either attend the trial or stay behind the scenes, whichever you prefer. It's entirely up to you, Ana."

Breathing was becoming easier. "Okay," she whispered to Carrick. "We'll do a video. When?"

"As soon as I hear when the trial will continue," Carrick said. "I will be at your side, asking you questions, and at any point, if you need to stop, we will stop. The sooner the better, though."

Nodding, Ana felt better. After a few more minutes to allow her to collect herself, Carrick stood up, leading her back out into the hall where the family was congregated and waiting for them to emerge. Immediately, they pounced on Ana, asking what was going on, why she was crying, and dozens of other questions she couldn't hear. Her ears prickled as the elevator at the end of the hall opened and she turned around, her eyes widening in complete shock and relief. Christian was exiting, looking deathly pale as he was pushed through the hall in a wheelchair.

"Ana," he whispered, forcing Sawyer to stop the chair so he could push himself to his feet. Several people tried to stop him from standing but he fought them off, his eyes locked on his wife. In an effort to keep him from hurting himself worse, Ana broke away from Carrick and her mother, and closed the distance between them, gently pushing him back into the chair, and kneeling in front of him. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with concern and pain. "I got here as soon as I could."

Before Ana could respond, Grace had joined them. "Who let you leave?" she asked in a menacing voice that reminded everyone she was a doctor and mother of three.

Christian's expression flickered, apprehension appearing momentarily. "Um, nobody," he answered, sounding so like a chastised teenager that Ana cracked a real smile. "But you couldn't expect me to stay in that place when my wife is here dealing with this..."

"What is she dealing with?" Ray demanded. Ana froze, her hands on Christian's knees. It hit her that only a handful of people knew about the DVDs.

"Some new evidence," Carrick said evasively. "I'll explain when we're not in public."

All Ana could see was her husband and the mixture of regret, intense sadness, and anger she knew inherently wasn't directed at her in his eyes. Carrick made a few more brief phone calls before announcing they would be leaving the courthouse. Christian fought against his mother's insistences that he go back to the hospital, that he needed to be with his wife right now, and to everyone's surprise, Carrick whispered a few words into his wife's ear and she relented. Silently, they returned to the elevator and down to the parking garage. Ana and Christian rode with Taylor, Carrick, and Grace, while the others went back to Bellevue to wait on word of what would be happening next. During the ride, Ana realized what her husband had done by leaving the hospital to come to her aide. His face was taut with pain, but he had a determination in his expression that made her regret her thoughts about how she believed he would react to finding out about the videos. After everything they'd been through, she still didn't have enough confidence and faith in her husband and their marriage to believe he'd be by her side through anything and everything.

Once Christian was in bed, medicated by his mother to lessen his pain, Ana lay down beside him, just needing to be close.

"Are you okay?" she asked, reaching out to push some of his hair out of his eyes.

He was slowly regaining some of his color as his pain began to recede, though he was clearly fading into unconsciousness. "I'm fine," he whispered, his eyes scanning her face. "What about you?"

She swallowed hard. "Better now," she admitted honestly. "Why did you leave the hospital?"

"Because I knew you needed me," he said promptly. "And I knew you would start doubting things if I didn't get to you soon enough."

Smiling sadly, she blinked back a few tears. "You know me too well," she whispered. "How much did you see?"

Anger returns to his expression briefly. "Enough," he bites out. "Ana, I owe you so much of an apology that I don't know where to begin. Despite everything we've talked about today and every other time you shared what happened to you, I didn't truly understand it until I saw it with my own eyes. I'm sorry, baby, so fucking sorry that you went through that hell. That fucker is going to pay and if he doesn't meet his end in prison, I'll do it myself. He will not get away with what he did to you."

Tears stream from Ana's eyes, both at the fact that Christian finally seemed to understand what happened to her and how badly it affected her, and his promise that Hyde would get what's coming to him, one way or another. "I didn't know there were videos, Christian," she whispered, tucking herself against his uninjured side. "I had no idea. And I'm sorry you had to see it."

"Don't apologize to me for this, Anastasia," he told her firmly, pressing his lips against her temple. "This was not your fault. He's an animal and a monster, and he will never hurt you again."

Christian held her as she cried until they both fell asleep.

Hours later, Christian awoke in confusion. He knew immediately he was no longer in the hospital and when he looked down to his right and found his wife curled up with him, his memory returned full force. During the short time between Ana leaving him and her arrival at the courthouse, he'd begun receiving phone calls and emails from Sawyer, Barney, and several other members of his team, all of whom relayed the same information: a safety deposit box in Jack Hyde's name existed and its contents included several DVDs that were unlabeled. The DVDs were copied by the people searching the box then sent to Carrick to use them how they should be used. Christian unknowingly opened one of the videos on his laptop as he was checking in on his work, and he'd nearly thrown the laptop across the room. He'd seen things no husband should have to see—his wife being used and abused over and over. Hyde was pawing at Ana, ripping off her clothing, muffling her protests... He couldn't even think of the rest without wanting to break everything around him.

Sawyer arrived at the hospital, knowing how Christian would react, and got him out of the hospital to his wife's side as quickly as he could. He knew she would think the very worst about him and herself, and he needed to cut this one off at the pass or it would only get worse. The moment he laid eyes on Ana, he knew he'd been right; the look of absolute shock at seeing him had wrenched at his heart and all he'd wanted was to get out of that fucking chair and take her into his arms. It only pissed him off more to realize his injury was impairing that desire.

Ana was sleeping deeply and he needed to get out of there before he woke her. Slipping out of bed as carefully as he could, he found the wheelchair he'd been transported in waiting for his use. Curling his lip at the sight of it, he sat down, wheeling himself out of the bedroom. His parents were sitting in the kitchen with Taylor, all of them talking quietly.

"Anything new going on?" he asked, approaching them.

Grace pursed her lips at him in disapproval of being out of bed, but held her tongue, probably only because he'd had the sense to use the wheelchair. "Not yet," Carrick answered. "The DA is in the judge's chambers right now explaining the situation and we should know his decision in a few hours."

Christian nodded, accepting his mother's offering of water and pain medication. "Do you think these videos will be admissible?"

"Yes," Carrick said firmly. "There is no doubt the people in the videos are Ana and Hyde, and evidence is evidence. This just strengthens everything Ana has told us about that year. We're going to take care of her, Christian. She will be protected from anything that might hurt her even further, I promise you that. I just need you to trust that I know what I'm doing."

Again, Christian nodded. "I do trust you," he said quietly, staring at the floor with a furrowed brow. "But I've done enough to hurt her that I don't want to see anyone else doing the same thing, no matter how well-intentioned that person might be. She deserves better than this and I just want us to get past this. She should be worrying about nothing more than the birth of our second child; instead she's scared and angry and embarrassed that this entire situation has become so public. I am positively terrified how this will affect the pregnancy. Dr. Greene told us over and over to try to keep Ana's stress levels down—this is not the way to do it. If something happens to this baby..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"Nothing is going to happen to the baby, Christian," Grace assured him, taking his hand. "She is our number one priority. As are you. And speaking of which, you're lucky I don't tie you to your bed. Do you have any idea the damage you could have done to yourself by doing what you did this morning?"

Christian smirked inwardly at his mother's words. Oh, if she knew the truth about him... Well, she'd probably go running, screaming from him as quickly and loudly as possible. "I'm sorry," he told her sincerely. "I know I worried you, but I hope you understand why I did it."

His mother's eyes softened. "Of course I do," she replied. "But Ana needs you in one piece right now. You need to work on your recovery."

Duly chastised, Christian promised his mother he would get plenty of rest after he and Carrick discussed what would be happening next. When Ana finally surfaced, she looked much better than she had at the courthouse, though still slightly confused and embarrassed to be faced with four pairs of inquisitive eyes.

"The trial has been postponed until Wednesday," Carrick informed everyone as Taylor went to pick up dinner. "We need to prepare that statement, Ana, and soon. You and I can do it privately, or you can call Kate to sit with you. It's your choice."

Fiddling with her fingers, Ana glanced at Christian. "Can Christian be there?" she whispered. Christian looked at her in surprise, a smile growing on his face at her words. Not so long ago, she'd have been terrified to talk about the things she would undoubtedly have to face in front of him for fear that he would get angry with her or disgusted by the things he heard. He felt so much between them had improved over the last few months and that Ana was proving it right then by requesting he be with her while her statement was being filmed.

"Of course he can, Ana," Carrick said quietly, smiling between the two of them. "Let's eat dinner, and we'll get this over with."

Wednesday morning arrived far too quickly. There would be no more delay, not from anybody. This would be the day that Jack Hyde was punished for what he had done. Despite all arguments from the rest of the family, Christian refused to remain in Escala while the trial proceeded. Ana was more than relieved that he was being so stubborn about it. For the first time in months, she could see their happy ending waiting in the wings. She and Christian had spent hours talking the night before about what they wanted to happen once all this was over. He had been the one to suggest they begin looking into a new home.

"I love that house so much," he'd told Ana, whispering the words into her hair, "but lately, the bad memories have overshadowed the good and we'll never be at peace in a place where all this has happened to us. I want a new beginning for all of us. I want our baby to come home to a place where we all feel comfortable and don't have to worry about what ghosts might come back to haunt us. We'll find something that is absolutely perfect for all of us. I promise."

Currently, the judge was in his chambers with the lawyers on both sides viewing and discussing the videos that had been discovered. Jack wasn't yet present and wouldn't be until their return and with every little noise or opening of a door, Ana was filled with a slight panicked jolt. Christian sat beside her, his arm around her, kissing her hair and murmuring comforting words to her. It was nearly two hours before they surfaced into the courtroom and a side door opened, revealing Jack Hyde, complete with orange jumpsuit, shackles on his ankles, and handcuffs around his wrists. Both Ana and Christian tensed at the sight of him—Ana in fear; Christian in anger—and they watched silently as his eyes scanned the courtroom before settling on them. His eyes glimmered and a little smirk appeared on his face at the sight of Ana. He even had the balls to wink at her, and it took Elliott's hand on his brother's uninjured shoulder to keep him in his seat. Not that it took much effort; he could barely stand on his own, let alone cross a courtroom to beat the shit out of Jack...

Ana did everything possible to keep her eyes from darting at Jack and for the most part she was successful. The judge explained the purpose of the trial, what Jack was being accused of, and revealed that there was video evidence to support the accusations. Carrick stood up and explained to the jury what they would see when it was their turn to watch the videos, something that was inevitable if they wanted a guilty conviction. He then directed everyone's attention to the television that had been rolled into the room.

"In order to make the victim of these horrendous crimes feel safe," he told the jury and courtroom, "a statement has been recorded to answer all questions about what happened, when it happened, and the aftereffects. Mrs. Anastasia Grey would prefer not to face her alleged tormenter—"

"Alleged, my ass," Christian muttered under his breath. "There's nothing alleged about what he did, not after those videos."

Ana squirmed in her seat. Christian only held her tighter to him.

"—and as the victim, that is her right. But she felt it was necessary that her story be known."

Nodding for the bailiff to begin the video, Carrick took his seat behind the table and they all settled in to watch.

On the screen, Ana watched herself fidget around in Christian's desk chair, one hand off-screen, the hand her husband held in his own. She introduced herself at Carrick's prompting and began describing what had prompted her leaving her husband in the first place—how Jack had gotten into her home while she and her young son slept; how he'd threatened her family if she didn't go along with his demands. How she feared him so much after the last time he'd attempted to hurt her and her family that she'd accepted his terms. She told them how she'd lived for a year of her life, cut off from her family, her husband, and her son. Every second of fear she'd experienced during that time as she waited for circumstances to worsen for her. And worsen they did; she explained how the abuse had begun and how it had escalated.

Around the time of the video where Ana was discussing her pregnancy, she felt a shiver up her spine and turned her eyes slightly to find Jack Hyde watching her unabashedly. No one else seemed to notice and she refused to draw attention. He wanted her to panic, to turn away from him. It would give him the satisfaction of knowing he could affect her and she wasn't willing to give him that, even as she kept half an ear on the video statement.

"Ana," she heard Carrick's voice saying gently to the video version of her, "how have these experiences affected you since your return home?"

Video Ana sighed. "I had nightmares almost every night," she said. "At times, violent ones where I strike the person who tried to wake me up without knowing I'm doing it. I've gone to therapy twice a week every week since my return. My trust for others has diminished. I'm afraid nobody would understand, that they would be disgusted by what I went through and I'd lose my family again."

"Can you tell us why you felt you couldn't contact your husband or anybody else for help when you were so clearly in need of it?"

Video Ana glanced off-screen at Christian, hating that she was forced to relive the misery of having to admit she hadn't trusted her husband. "Because I was afraid if I did, my husband and son would have been hurt," she said quietly. "Jack insisted he had connections and they would be dead before I could blink an eye. I believed him. And when Christian showed up where Jack had forced me to move, I was terrified about what might happen to him and our son."

She then recalled what happened when she and Christian returned to Seattle—the discovery that Teddy had been kidnapped while his parents were in the air; everything that transpired with Elena Lincoln and Jack Hyde and David Callahan; everything that happened afterwards with Adam Duncan and David Lincoln.

As the statement was wrapping up, Carrick asked Ana one last question, one Christian had argued with him not to ask. "There was another aftereffect to what you suffered with Jack Hyde," Carrick begins so quietly that the courtroom as to strain to hear. "After you terminated the pregnancy that was forced upon you, you found out there was a chance that future pregnancies might be in jeopardy. Is that true?"

Video Ana nodded. Real Ana kept her gaze locked on Jack as his brow furrowed at what he was hearing. "Yes," she said quietly.

"And currently you are pregnant. It must be difficult to face this sort of thing in your condition."

"Yes," Ana said, her voice gaining strength as though she had known Jack would be seeing this and that it would be angering him. "All I want at this point is for my family to live in peace. It's all I ever wanted. I want us to be able to put this nightmare behind us without having to fear something else happening to us. I spent a year living in constant fear and I've forgotten what it's like to live without that. I want to be able to give birth to my child knowing we're safe. That's it. That is what I want."

Video Ana looked directly at the camera now, her face void of the fear that had once been so prevalent, replaced with determination.

Christian leaned over to whisper in Ana's ear. "You're going to have that," he said. "I promise."

Ana nodded. "I know."

And for once, it wasn't a lie. She knew Christian would do everything in his power to give her that and she knew she'd never be afraid again.

"Will you hurry the fuck up!" Christian roared from the backseat of the SUV as Taylor had to slow down to turn a corner.

"Sir, we're going as fast as we can," Taylor tried to say soothingly, knowing there was every chance Christian would threaten to fire him any second now.

Christian slammed himself back into the seat, hands fisted in his hair as the fear and anxiety built. Three months had passed since the trial and this was the first time he was left feeling anything remotely similar to what he had during the week-long ordeal. Ana's statement and the video records Hyde had kept had almost guaranteed a guilty verdict. The jury had only deliberated four hours before returning. Jack was sent to a maximum security penitentiary and wouldn't even be considered for parole for thirty years. By that time, if he hadn't been killed in some prison yard fight, he'd be too old to cause any trouble. Nevertheless, the moment he was up for parole, he would be turned down. Christian would make certain of it.

David Lincoln was sentenced similarly. He would be left to rot for attempted murder charges, kidnapping, conspiracy to murder... The list went on. All Christian knew for certain was that he and his family wouldn't have to be afraid anymore. And that was worth everything to him.

After only a few weeks of searching, Christian and Ana found their new home. It wasn't far from Christian's parents' house in Bellevue, and they'd fallen in love with it only the instant they laid eyes on it. Like the old house by the Sound, there was a large backyard, beautiful view of the water, and everything they could have ever wanted. Also like the old house, their move-in date fell during the last month of Ana's pregnancy. Christian hadn't wanted to put her through another move like that, especially considering this pregnancy hadn't been without its difficulties, but she had been insistent that they be moved in completely before the baby was born.

Christian had, however, put his foot down when it came to how much Ana would do to help along the move-in. Only after Dr. Greene had no other choice than to place her on bed rest following a series of fainting spells due to heightened blood pressure did Ana actually force herself to relax and let everyone else do the work.

More than once, Ana had nearly lost the baby. It wasn't anything she'd done or hadn't done. It was more what the doctors had labeled post-traumatic stress disorder. Following the trial and the closure of knowing Jack Hyde was gone from their lives, every bit of fear and stress had nearly overwhelmed her. The nightmares had returned. She had anxiety attacks whereas before she'd never experienced a single one. Most of them occurred in the middle of the night when Christian was working late or out of town on business. Kate had taken to spending those nights with Ana to help cut down on some of the stress.

It made what should have been a carefree time in their lives almost unbearable to endure. And now Christian was speeding towards the hospital after receiving a phone call from his sister-in-law that Ana had been rushed there by ambulance and no one seemed to know what was going on. For all he knew, his wife and daughter were dying—or had died—and he hadn't been with them.

Daughter. He and Ana were going to have a daughter. Teddy was going to have a sister. The day they found out the sex, Christian nearly had a panic attack of his own. It didn't take much for him to accept the idea and the more time that had gone on, the more excited he'd become. A beautiful little girl who would be her mother's clone. Just as Teddy was his father's. The ultrasound picture had pride of place on his desk at work and he stared at it every chance he got.

"We're here, sir."

Christian's head snapped up to find they had indeed arrived at the hospital. Taylor had opened the backdoor and stepped back so Christian could slide out and rush through the building. He reached the maternity ward and found his parents, Kate, Elliot, Mia, and Ethan waiting in the hall. Since it was so close to Ana's due date, her mother had flown out to help keep an eye on Teddy so Ana could get the rest she needed.

"Well?" Christian demanded, his eyes locked on his mother.

Grace stood up slowly, her expression grim, and if it hadn't been for Taylor's arm around his waist at the precise moment he needed it, Christian would have fallen to the floor. He knew what that look must mean. You don't grow up as the son of a doctor and not know how that doctor delivers bad news. He could already feel the wracking sobs building up in his body. Grace began speaking, but he couldn't hear a word of it. After everything that had happened, everything they'd been through and overcome, he'd lost it all. How was he going to tell Teddy? How was he going to go on? And he hadn't been with Ana during her last moments; he'd been in a boardroom where all outside communication was banned until a decision had been made.

"...resting comfortably..."

Christian returned to the moment, the two words reengaging his mind. "What?" he said hoarsely.

His mother was knelt in front of him on the floor, a smile on her face. "I said, your wife and daughter are fine and they are resting comfortably," she told him gently. "Ana went into labor very suddenly this afternoon and by the time she reached the hospital, it was in the best interest of her and the baby to proceed with the C-section. There was some concern about whether they would be okay, but I assure you, there is nothing wrong with either of them. And your daughter is so beautiful, Christian..."

Devastation changed to joy beyond anything he'd ever felt. "Where are they?" he asked weakly, allowing Taylor to help him off the floor. He paid no attention to the rest of the family. All he wanted was to see his wife and his baby.

Inside Ana's hospital suite, Christian leaned against the wall and just stared for several minutes. Ana's eyes were closed as she lay in bed and there was a pink bundle of blankets resting on her chest. She was pale and exhausted, but she was incredibly beautiful and he wondered if life would ever be more perfect than it felt right at that moment.

And then it was, because Ana's eyes fluttered open and turned to look at him, a smile growing on her face. "Hi," she whispered as he crossed the room to her.

"Hi yourself," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips, placing a hand on the blankets to confirm they were real. "How are you?"

"Mmm," she murmured with that same smile on her face as he pulled away. "Sleepy."

Christian chuckled softly. "I can imagine. You've been very busy today, Mrs. Grey," he whispered. His eyes darted at the blankets again. "Are you going to introduce us?"

Ana giggled quietly. "Of course, Mr. Grey." She squirmed around slightly, adjusting her arms, and pulling away the blanket to reveal the pink face of their daughter. With that one look, Christian felt himself falling in love completely. The only thing he'd seen as perfect as this little baby was on the day Teddy was born. His daughter had a soft fuzz of brown hair on her little head that he knew would grow to match her mother's exactly. "Christian, this is your daughter Phoebe," Ana said quietly. "Phoebe, this is your daddy."

With another strangled sob, this time from happiness, Christian took his daughter into his arms for the first time. "Hello, Phoebe," he whispered, pressing his lips softly to her tiny forehead. She stirred at the touch and Christian gasped when her tiny eyes opened. He was right. Phoebe was the exact clone of Ana. And if he didn't know any better, he'd swear she actually smiled at him.

"She's beautiful, Ana," Christian whispered, smiling through his tears. "Thank you for her. And for Teddy. And for loving me. And for everything else I should be thanking you for. I love all of you more than you'll ever know. And I will never let you go again."

Ana joined in on the smiling tears. "We're never going anywhere, Christian. We're yours."

Christian sat down on the edge of the bed beside his wife, placing one arm behind her and moving Phoebe so they could both see her clearly. "Mine," he whispered. "Always mine."

A/N: This is the end of Found. Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, complained, and commented! I'll start posting Back to Us soon!