*** DISCLAMER-All character and plot themes belong to E L James. The author in now way wants to take credit for that**_

Author's note- Does anyone remember this story? Well I've changed quite a few things. Hope you all like it :) I know its probably shite. But don't be too harsh kay? :)

Also, apologies for my language. English isn't my first language. Do ignore that. Thanks.

Five Years Later…Revamped

POV- Ana

It's been five years. Five whole years since ive seen that face. Five years since I left him crying over the phone. Five years since I've even been home. But here he is. My son. The perfect image of his father right down to his bronze hair and grey eyes. Even his mannerisms are the SAME. My perfect boy. How am I ever going to tell him what actually happened to Daddy? How his Mum left him all alone and came all the way to London to start afresh? Shit. What do I do?

Life in London has been great to be honest. I have a great job at a great publishing house. I live in my own apartment. The neighbors are friendly and Charlie has many friends in the neighborhood.

Charlie (yes I named him after Charlie Tango) is four and has the cutest manners you'll ever see. He shakes everybody's hand when he meets new people; he refuses to let me put his clothes on and insists on doing it himself. And his accent oh his cute little British accent can melt anybody's heart. I'll never trade him for anything else in the world. Which is probably why I haven't had a relationship that has lasted more than two months. I can never be with someone who doesn't fully accept Charlie.

"Muumm!" Charlie calls out just as I finished my morning cup of tea. "Coming!" I walk to his room which is impeccably clean for a boy his age. "Mum I don't know what to wear to school today. It's Misha's birthday", he says. He has a crush on his classmate. It's her birthday of course he'll want to look better than he always does. Charlie's wardrobe is full of button down shirts and trousers. He doesn't' like to wear those cutesy cartoon printed t-shirts. Gosh, he's so much like his father. "Okay so how about that blue sweater with the brown pants?" I ask him.

"Okay, thank you Mum", he says absent mindedly.

I drop off Charlie at his school and head to work. I've taken a liking to those super high heeled pumps and fitting trench coats. Some would say I've become a "true Brit" by how well I can say 'Fuckwit' in Cockney. Hmm... I wonder what does Angie my assistant have in store for me today.

POV- Christian

It's been a long time since I've walked the halls of the Brown Hotel in London. Last I was here; Anna blew my mind by doing something completely unexpected while I was in a meeting. Hmm…how I can remember the taste of her lips, the smell of hair...and how her cunt responded to my touch…

Time to wake up Grey. This is the reality. She is no longer here. With you. She's probably in love with someone else. Some lowlife bastard who doesn't even know how much she deserves. How she needs to be loved and worshipped like the goddess that she is. I wish I could just change things. Change the things that I said and did. My cell phone buzzes. It's my mother. "Good afternoon, Mother or should I say good morning?" I say, eerily cheery. Why the fuck am I nervous? It's not like I can see her. I know she's in London but I chose to leave it at that. Is she wants privacy I'll give her that. I couldn't possibly just see her right around the corner now could I? Fuck. Get a hold of yourself Grey.

"Morning son. You're doing well aren't you? You aren't looking for her are you?", damnit she got straight to the point that's very unlike her.

"No mom I'm not. I'm just here for the conference now that's done. I'll be home by day after. I won't even leave the hotel tomorrow", I say.

"Okay Christian. Take care of yourself okay? Don't lose control". Control? All I do is control.

"Yes mother, now goodbye I think my car is here", I say hastily.

"Bye son", she says and I hang up.

"Sir your car is here", Taylor says on cue. Poor man, how he's had to put up with my shit all these years.

"Alright", I pick up my briefcase and head out. London is a pretty city that I have to admit. She chose the right place to live. She really did. The traffic here is pretty busy at all times. We are nearly stopping at every signal. I stare out the window, looking at the different people who walk the street of London.

We stop at yet another signal. There's a school here. Kids are pouring out. Dispersal time I suppose. Parents waiting for their kids outside. There's one such woman. In high heels and a trench coat cinched around her waist.

She has long brown hair with a bit of highlights and the pale skin I have longed for for five years. She is unmistakably my Anna. HOLY FUCK she is right there. Just as she was five years ago. I can't breathe. I can't…WAIT. Who is that she's hugging? It's a tiny little kid.

Just as I start to think of all the possibilities why she would be here. I see the kid's face.

And he is, unmistakably, MY SON.