Hello everyone. Thank you to all the new followers, favorites, and for your reviews. It makes me so happy when I see a new review, you have no idea. We're coming to the end of Ana's journey. I may post one more chapter and then an epilogue or maybe just the epilogue. I'm not sure yet. However, I want to get back to my other story that has been sadly neglected. If you're following that story you'll be notified when I update.

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Chapter 33

Umm…Houston, we have a problem. I think my water broke, and that's what woke me up.

"Chrrrriiisstttiiaannn," I shriek. Wait 10 seconds, nothing.

"Chrrrriiisstttiiaannn, I need your help." Still waiting. Mother fuck what the hell is he doing that he cannot hear me?

I take a deep breath through another contraction and then shout, "Christian Trevelyan Grey, get your ass in here NOW."

A minute passes, "Ah, he heard me," I say to no one as I hear quick, heavy steps as he takes the stairs two at a time.

Busting through the tall wooden door, it bounces off the wall behind it, and by the look on his face, he probably thought I was being murdered.

"Hi, babe." I smile as best as I can, rubbing my hands on the ginormous boulder I'm carrying.

Still confused, he rushes toward me to ensure I'm okay, but he slips and falls flat on his ass. He's sitting in the puddle, so of course, I laugh out loud, because you know, that's what I do when people trip or fall down. It's so wrong, but I can't help myself.

I forgot to tell you that a few weeks ago, Keegan and Harper were over for dinner, and the boys thought they'd see who was king of the rope swing. There's a hill that slopes toward the water with a huge old tree where Elliott hung up an awesome rope swing with a tire, you know boys being boy's kind of shit. It was all good until it was Keegan's turn. Harper was cheering him on, but as he grabbed hold of the rope and started to run, he looked back at her and didn't jump on the tire quickly enough. He was trying to hold on to the rope, but his long legs were dragging, and he face-planted right into the dirt. I thought for sure I was going to have three kids drop right then as I was laughing so hard. Don't worry, he was fine except for a face full of grass and dirt and a mighty big hit to his ego. Alright, back to my slippery husband.

Christian manages to stand upright, and grabs hold of my shoulders, "Anastasia, what the fuc..." He looks down and then up again, "Um…why is the flo...did your wa ...Shit. Um, is it time?"

"Yes, it's time, Christian." I manage to get out before my back begins tightening up, and pain shoots to my stomach. Argggg. Fuck, that hurts.

You'd think I told him that the house was on fire. He immediately starts rushing around our bedroom, clearly freaking the fuck out. I casually change my clothes into a maxi dress when I see him come out of the closet with our hospital bag that I packed and unpacked about 10 times. He scurries, looking for his keys as he touches where his pockets would be…if he had pants on. Ever see the movie She's Having a Baby? If you haven't, you should because you'd see that Christian's reaction is similar to Kevin Bacon in the movie when he finds out its time to go to the hospital.

Quickly I realize he was working out and has showered; he stands before me in his Calvin's, all wet and sexy. Muscles bulging everywhere defined abs, thick thighs that could hold me tight as I tried to escape his capture…Where the fuck did that come from? Why am I horny, I'm about to have a baby, three babies? Shit, I can't be thinking like that right now. Head out of the gutter, Ana!

I've got a while before the three stooges are ready to make their big entrance, so I call Dr. Poku and text our parents. They can call everyone else; I don't have time for Harper to play 20 questions. As I stand in the hall, opposite our bedroom door, I watch him. He runs to the nursery, back into the bedroom, back to the nursery, then runs down the stairs straight past me, heading for the garage. No bag, no Ana, and no clothes.

A few seconds later, I hear screeching coming from the garage and see the taillights of his new Swedish girlfriend, his Koenigsegg Gemera, fade as he reaches the end of the drive. Okay, clearly, he's lost his fucking mind because he forgot me. Not to mention, we can't take the Gemera, there's no room for the babies. What the fuck? Oh, come on…seriously? I don't have time for him to have a freakout and try to get me to the hospital…alive. That's it, I'm calling the only responsible adult in this house.

I go to my favorites on my phone and find Taylor's contact. He immediately picks up.

"Hello Ana, what can I do for you?" His voice, as usual, calm and soothing despite it being the middle of the night.

"Well, for starters Jason Taylor, you can get dressed and come wait with me until Christian returns to take me to the hospital. My water broke." My voice is not so calm and soothing.

"Christian? Where did he go?" He questions.

I take a deep breath, trying not to sound too agitated. Overly pregnant lady with three babies ready to explode like a rocket from my womb, "Umm, I told him my water broke, and it was time to go, so he went. To the hospital. Without me."

Laughter. Fucking laughter. Jason Taylor, you are on my shit list, buddy!

"Sorry, Ana, I'll be right there. Do you need anything? Gail, perhaps?"

"I don't give a monkey fart if you want to bring Queen Amidala and an entire fleet of stormtroopers, get your ass over here…please. The expectant father should return any second. And we are not taking the Gemera!"

A mere two minutes pass when Taylor and Gail come through the kitchen, both wearing tracksuits…is this a new fashion I'm not privy too, tracksuits? I hear the buzz of the gate, and see lights racing down the drive.

Tires screech, the horn blows once, and then garage door flies open. Standing before us is my pitiful, very forgetful, and partially clothed husband, hyperventilating as he tries to speak.

He has his hands on his knees, trying to breathe, "Jesus fuck, baby. I'm so sorry. I have no clue where my head went. You said it was time, and it was like I was in a bubble, and the only thing I could think of was getting you to the hospital as fast as possible. I didn't want the babies to fall out of you right here at home. They're not ready to come yet, right? I was driving and talking to you telling you to breath, but you didn't answer. I looked over and realized what I did. I FUCKING FORGOT YOU. How does someone do that? Well clearly someone does, because I just did, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm going to be a shit father; I can see it now. Please, no one ever let me be with or take the babies out by myself. I'm bound to forget them too. Oh man, my brothers…fuck my mother is… Hi Taylor, Gail. What brings you here at 2 a.m.?"

He's just rambling away like we have all the time in the fucking world. I shake my head and chuckle because no one would believe me if there weren't witnesses. His brothers are going to have a field day with this.

"Well, Christian, we're here to drive both you and Ana to the hospital this time. She is a bit worried you're a little…out of your fucking mind right now." Gail and Taylor are trying so hard not to laugh at their boss.

Christian wipes his sweaty brow and takes a deep breath, "What are you waiting for Taylor an engraved invitation? Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Ana, you are coming this time?"

"Why yes, Christian, I am. Thank you. You, however, need to go put some god damn clothes on." He looks down only to realize he's in his Calvin's, and that's it.

Finally, we're all in the car this time, and General Safety, aka my husband, demands that Taylor drive safely. He wants him to drive swiftly, but cautiously he reiterates. Umm…yeah control freak! I'm sorry babies, daddy is gonna drive you to the nuthouse, I think to myself.

We arrived swiftly, safely, and unscathed at the ER entrance. You'd think Christian was having a baby; he's as nervous as a cow with a bucktooth calf. He attempts to help me scoot out of the car, but really, I just roll out. Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun. Everybody polka!

We get to the elevator that will take us to the eighth floor where maternity is. When the door opens, we're greeted by our family. How the hell did they all beat us here? Oh right, I was left at home.

I see Grace in scrubs, so she must be on tonight. My dad and Carrick have several gum cigars sticking out of their mouths, and the siblings look like they're three sheets to the wind. What the hell were they doing since they left our house, and who the fuck drove them here?

Everyone greets us as the nurse comes with a wheelchair so I can sit. She tells me they are getting my private room ready and should be able to go in shortly. Hmmph. "I don't have shortly lady, I'm having contractions, and it feels like someone is trying to creep out of the mother ship to see if its safe outside." I put my hand up my dress…yes, very ladylike, I know. I feel something wet.

"Oh, my fucking Mary mother of all that is a big dick, please make it stop. I need drugs. Anybody? Anybody have anything to stop the pain? Somebody needs to get ready to catch this sucker," I say no louder than a whisper, begging anyone who'll listen. Everyone else is just standing around flapping their lips like they've not seen each other in years while I'm over here writhing in pain.

Grace seems to be the only one paying attention to me. She grabs hold of my wheelchair in one hand and Christian in the other, and we speed to the nurse's desk like we're on the last lap of a god damn NASCAR race. She quickly explains that I believe the baby is trying to escape, and I'm having multiples. This nurse must be new because she is looking at us like we're speaking Klingon.

"Hey, nurse girl," I literally and figuratively snap at her. "I've got three little invaders here that have outgrown my uterus, and one is escaping as we speak. Now get me to a fucking room before I get up out of this chair and…ugghhhh fuck me sideways." Here comes another contraction. Why didn't someone tell me it was gonna hurt this bad. I mean, come on, no human is fit for this, right? Well, surely, they are since we're all here. I'm pretty sure I'm delusional at this point.

Nurse Betty looks petrified as she leads us to my room. My OB is there along with a team of nurses, Grace, Christian, and my mom are bringing up the rear. Christian and I wanted both of them to be with us. Carla looks like she's working for National Geographic with her camera around her neck perched atop the highest hill waiting to get the perfect shot.

"Um, mom," Christian says. "Not now Christian, we have to make sure all the necessary lines and machines are hooked up correctly, go to the other side and hold her hand," Grace replies.

"Mom, I don't think I should be here, I better go," he repeats. I haven't been paying attention to him, but when I do look at him, I'm about ready to jump out of my granny panties.

"Son of a bitch! Keegan, you ass fucker, you better get the fuck out and get your brother in here now." I scream while trying not to drop it like it's hot.

I see Christian come barreling in, "What the fuck, Keegan? Get out fucktard. You are never going to get a look at my wife's vagina. Period! Go look at Harper, it's the same thing." Christian practically throws Keegan out of the room and runs to one side of the bed, "I'm sorry baby, I was in the bathroom. I'm gonna kill him."

Grace speaks up, "That was my fault Christian, I just grabbed you…uh Keegan, thinking he was you. Sorry I didn't look at his face. Don't be too hard on your brother."

"Now that all the official participants are here, can we get to delivering these little ones, please?" Dr. Poku asks.

"Ana, it's not going to be long before baby boy is here. Since you're already dilated and completely effaced, he's in a sac by himself, we will deliver him vaginally. Then see how the girls are doing before going right to a C-Section. Let's just get through this one first."

Staring at her and a gaggle of nurses, I don't even give two shits, "They can come by carrier pigeon for all I care, but I'm telling you if you don't give me drugs, it's not gonna be pretty." She chuckles and pats my shoulder like I'm calling bullshit or something. Go right ahead, just try me, lady, and we'll see what happens.

After trying to 'breathe through the contractions' and I finally get an epidural. I'd need it for the girl's delivery, so it saves a bit of work for them. Once it kicked in, I began to feel loopy and floaty, I was really out of it. The anesthesiologist came in to check on me and asked me how I was doing. I looked at him and said, "my vagina feels drunk." As hard as they tried to be professional, no one could keep a straight face or stop laughing.

I've got wires everywhere and machines beeping, I'm sweating like a goddamn gypsy with a mortgage. I know this kid is going to be my problem child, I just know it. Little fucker couldn't wait until the other two were ready. No, he's got to be like his dad, god damn overachiever.

I pull Christian close to me, "Okay, this next contraction, YOU have to push because I can't do this." He assures me he's not going to let me down. The next contraction comes and then another and another. Everyone is urging me to push.

"If I push any harder, I'm gonna shit all over this table. I'm quite sure no one wants that to happen, Christian."

"Don't worry, Ana, it happens all the time," Nurse pigtails says. I don't care if it happens all the time; it ain't happening this time, especially with my husband here. Hell to the fucking no way.

After pushing, breathing, stopping, pushing, stopping, breathing, pushing, pushing, six minutes later, I hear the wailing of our son's arrival. Grace holds my back up, pushing my hair out of my face so I can look down at the baby. Carla is snapping away with her camera as Christian is cutting the cord with big crocodile tears streaming down his face. I flop back on the bed to get my wits about me. Fifteen minutes later, he's weighed and checkout, cleaned, and ready for me to hold. I take one look at him, and I'm utterly speechless.

He is placed on my chest, skin to skin, and it feels incredible. What the fuck is all this white stuff? This kid needs a proper bath, and now.

"Baby, he is so beautiful. I can't believe he's finally here," Christian mutters as he tenderly kisses my lips. He can't take his eyes off his son.

The head maternity nurse comes around to the side of my bed, "He weighs 4.5 lbs., his Apgar was 5.6 at 1 minute, and 7.4 at 5 minutes. You can see he's breathing on his own even though we're giving him oxygen just to be safe. As with all multiples, he will go to the NICU, and we'll watch him. If he's without issues after a day or two, he'll be moved.

Dr. Poku comes to talk to me, "Now, let's talk about the girls. We will need to perform a C-Section. Their heartbeats are strong, but I don't want to take any chances. Master Grey was a rare surprise, but the girls share one sac, and we just don't want to take any chances. Are you okay with this?" She asks, looking at both Christian and me. We both tell her we're okay with it. We'd prepared for a C-Section since we knew we were having triplets. Still, I am super happy I got to deliver one vaginally.

The girls aren't ready to meet us quite yet, but the doctor and team decide to move me to the OR. One of the nurses tells Christian that he needs to put scrubs on, and we'll go together to the OR. Mom and Grace step outside so he can change, but not before we make them pinky swear, they're not telling anyone anything.

Fifty-eight minutes later, our two beautiful twin girls are finally here. Thank fuck, because if they gave me any more drugs, I was never gonna come down. Baby girl A was 3.7 lbs. and Baby girl B was 3.9 lbs. They're very tiny, and their Apgar's weren't as high as their brother, but they're fighters. I've held them both, and they are now sleeping soundly next to their brother in the clear, plastic bassinet.

About an hour later, the doctors have put me back together, and I'm back in my room. Christian and I are talking in between kisses making sure we good with the names. We wanted to see them first to be sure. Now we're waiting for everyone to come in so we can introduce the newest Greys.

"Babe, you were a fucking maniac earlier. What happened? You're normally so calm and collected, but as soon as I told you it was time, damn if you didn't flip the fucking switch and turn into the Tasmanian devil. I wasn't sure you'd make it through standing up." I laugh.

He kisses the hand he's holding, "Fuck, it was like I was in someone else's body, and I had no control over it. I was just going through the motions. I'm not even really sure I was thinking about anything. I am so deeply sorry I left without you. That will not happen ever again," he assures me with his trademark shit-eating grin.

More? He wants more. He's mentioning this now, "I'm not saying no to more babies, but let's try to keep these three alive before we make any more. Deal?" I hold out my hand for him to shake.

A few minutes of quiet time passes when the door opens, and we see our nurse pushing the giant plastic incubator. We can only have them for a little while in here, just long enough for everyone to see. They have to go back to the NICU to be watched over carefully, not only by the nurses, either. Sawyer and Taylor will be taking turns watching over them while I'm here. Christian and Taylor will assign someone permanently when I leave because the babies will be here for a while.

We spend some time with our new family alone before Christian steps out to invite the entire family in. Thank fuck we have this overpriced room, there's plenty of room for everyone. Once our family makes their way in and find a chair to plant their ass in, they start bombarding us with questions. I ask the nurse to move the incubator closer to me so I can touch each of them.

"I know we've kept you in suspense long enough, so we'd like you to meet the newest additions to the Grey-Steele family." I point to the girl closest to me, "This little beauty is Evangeline Monroe Grey, and this small fry is Emerson Mackenzie Grey."

Christian then proudly introduces them to our son, "This big guy is Matteo Camden Grey."