Anastasia

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mom! Mom! Mom!"

"Go. Away." I mumble into my pillow while my 2 year old continues to push my shoulders, bounce on my butt, pull my hair away from my face to see if my eyes are open.

They're not.

My little bug is a morning person. I am so not a morning person, I hate mornings. I can only assume she gets it from her father, but I'm not sure.

The truth is, I don't know her father. Okay, that sounded bad, let me explain myself. Although once you hear the story, it might not be any better.

It was only supposed to be one night; a one night stand to loose my virginity for my graduation before I went off to college. But then, a few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant.

I was shocked. We used protection, condoms, but I still got pregnant and I was all alone with no way of contacting the guy.

My mother basically disowned me for throwing my life away and ruining my chance at finding a guy, like she did. She called me a mistake the night I told her I was pregnant. "No man wants a woman with baggage." she said. "That's why I can't keep a man, because I have you." She tried to force abortion, not wanting another mouth to feed, but I wouldn't allow it.

I had no other family but thankfully her current husband paid for me to go to college, however, instead of the local college they decided on Washington; only because my mother wanted me far away from Georgia, far away from her. She didn't want her friends knowing that her daughter was a pregnant teen who slept with a random guy. She would rather them believe I was off at college; which, technically, I was.

I knew it would be hard, but I wasn't going to stop my life just because I was pregnant and going to have a stranger's baby.

Washington State University allowed me to stay in the dorms while I was pregnant, but once I gave birth I had to move out. Since I didn't have enough money for an apartment, and my mom's husband only paid for my tuition, I stayed in the dorms my freshman year while looking for a more permanent place to stay. My dorm roommate was a judgmental bitch when she found out I was pregnant and unwed, and she made my life hell. As if morning sickness wasn't enough.

I was only in the dorms for a month when I met my now roommate, Kate.

Kate is a good friend, and didn't seem to mind that I was expecting a baby. I told her the story of how it happened, that I didn't really know the guy at all and had no way of telling him. She wasn't judgmental, like my ex dorm-mate, and even introduced me to her brother, Ethan.

Living with Kate was a perfect fit for me, except that she was a senior while I was a freshmen. After she graduated, I would need to find another place to stay, and with a baby, it would've been nearly impossible. Luckily we came up with a plan, I was to transfer to UDUB and move to Seattle with Kate.

Everything, life, seemed to be going fine with Kate's family's help. Along with the cheap rent, Kate's mom ran a day care and offered to watch my baby once I gave birth while I was at work or school.

Yes, everything was going fine... until one day Kate had an assignment for the Seattle Times.

She was to interview a businessman named Christian Grey. He's the CEO of Grey Enterprises & Holdings, Inc and one of the world's youngest billionaires.

I was about six months pregnant when this happened. Kate had already interviewed him, she was just editing and fixing things to her story before she turned it in. She had me proofread the final draft for any errors she missed. When she was finished, she attached a photo and that's when I nearly fainted.

There, staring back at me on the screen of her laptop in black and white, was the guy I slept with. The guy who got me pregnant.

I told Kate and she freaked out with me. I couldn't believe I found him while she couldn't believe it was him, Christian Grey, CEO of GEH. Apparently, to top it off, Christian and Kate's dad have done business together. Kate described him as someone totally different than the man I met that night. But despite the difference in demeanor, and clothing, it was the same man.

It took us awhile to calm down, but I knew what I had to do. I had to tell him. I was pregnant with his baby and he deserved to know.

So, I went to this GEH place and asked to speak with him.

The receptionist wouldn't let me up to see him without an appointment, so I had to make one. The only open appointment was a month later!

I waited, but when it came close to my scheduled appointment, someone called me to say I needed to reschedule. I did, and again, they called and said I needed to reschedule. By now I was 8 months pregnant so I suggested just talking to him on the phone, but they wouldn't give me his number and put me through to his PA. Since I wasn't family, an unknown person, I had to make an appointment just to speak to him on the phone. And that too kept getting pushed back, canceled, or rescheduled.

Apparently Christian Grey is a very busy man and he doesn't drop everything just to talk to mere mortals like me.

I saw him once, walking out of GEH. I tried to approach him then but his security stopped me. I probably looked like some sort of crazed, pregnant stalker. Christian didn't see me... at least, I don't think he did.

After giving birth to my sweet, beautiful baby girl, I decided enough was enough. I tried so hard to get in touch with him, and I was tired of trying. Maybe it was fate's way of saying it's better that he doesn't know. He is a very influential and powerful man, he could take my baby away from me if he wanted to. And I would do anything for that not to happen. So, after giving birth, I stopped trying to contact him.

A few months ago Kate told me that Christian announced an engagement to some socialite, so it's probably best to keep Charlotte to myself. His new wife will probably want her own baby and him being who he is, I could just see the media attention when it became known that he had a love child out there somewhere. I just hope he's not planning to run for Mayor or something. They always dig up things when it gets political.

Besides, I didn't need Christian, I was doing just fine being a single mom. Although, I finally gave in and agreed to be Ethan's girlfriend. He has always shown interest in me, and I couldn't believe a cute older guy was interested in being with someone who was pregnant with someone else's baby. And then after my baby was born, he still wanted to be with me. I'm still dumbfounded, but he's great with her.

I don't have many friends outside of the Kavanaghs, once people find out I'm a young, unwed mother, they turn the other way. Most people my age are more into partying while my days are full of cartoons, potty training and pretty princess surprise eggs. They also have no idea who Glitter and Shine are. But I wouldn't change it for the world. While I did use a fake ID to get into the bar I met her father at, and hooked up with him for one night, that was the most excitement my boring life has seen.

My baby girl, Charlotte Katherine Steele is almost 3 and is the light of my life.

"But, mooooommmy." My baby girl whines, bringing me from the edge of sleep again. "I wanna go to da park!"

I finally peek open my eyes and see that it is nearing 8 o'clock.

"Did you have breakfast?" I ask, staying in my position with her on my back.

"Uh-huh, auntie Katie got me coco puffs!"

Thank goodness Kate is a morning person, I don't know what I would do without her. It's my day off and this is considered sleeping in.

"Okay, bug." I finally move, turning to lay on my back. "Let mommy get up and get ready, and then we can go to the park."

"Yay!"

I climb out of bed and start searching for something to wear.

My baby may not have her father in her life, and I don't have any family, but at least we have the Kavanaghs.

Once I'm ready, I tell Charlie to put on her shoes so we can leave. Of course, she chooses the bright pink, leopard pint rain boots that Kate got her. She is matching it with the pink and purple tutu that Ethan picked up last week.

Although she looks crazy, I love it. She has her own little style and is a total diva at only two.

After taking her to the park so she can run off all her morning energy, I take her to a sandwich shop down the street from our apartment for lunch.

As we're eating our lunch, people are coming and going. I barely notice anyone... until I overhear,

"Mom," A girl whisper yells. "Look at that little girl..."

"Which girl?"

"That one."

I look at them under my lashes, so they don't know that they've caught my attention. But when I see they are looking at our table, Charlotte to be exact, I start to have a mini panic attack.

They are sitting a few tables away from us. An older blonde with a girl that looks around Kate's age. They could be mother and daughter? I don't think I've seen them before.

Charlotte hasn't noticed them, she's enjoying her turkey sandwich and drinking her chocolate milk without a care in the world.

The women continue to whisper while looking in our direction. When Charlotte looks in their direction, I see their reaction change immediately.

"Don't you think she looks just like him?"

"Maybe he has a brother?"

I don't know who these women are, what they are talking about , or why they are so fascinated with my daughter, but I'm not staying to find out.

"Come on, baby girl." I tell her, packing up our sandwiches and putting them in my bag.

"But, mommy, I'm not done."

"We'll finish at home."

I quickly throw everything into our bag and grab my daughter, carrying her outside.

"Hey!"

I look behind me when I hear a girl yell.

When I see the younger of the two has followed me out, I freak out even more and speed up my walking.

"Wait!"

The older one is following now but she's slower. The younger one is right on our heels, and since I'm carrying my daughter as well as our bags, she catches up with me quickly.

"Do you know Christian?"

"No." I say without thinking and continue walking.

For some reason, I don't know why, she stops walking.

I don't stop and I'm able to get away, but not before I hear them talking again.

"She knows Christian." The younger one tells the older.

I said I didn't know him!

Fuck!

By saying I don't know him, I unintentionally sent off red flags. It's like I admitted that I do know him and with their questioning looks, they have probably figured something out.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

This is not good. This is not good, at all.

I don't know them, and I don't know if they know Christian Grey, but I know I fucked up.

I know being in the same city as him, I risked the chance of bumping into him or people he knows. But he's... well, he's so high profile and busy, I'm sure he has other people to do his errands or shopping or whatever. Besides, I've lived her for three years and I've only seen him once, and that was at his building. Other than that, I haven't seen him.

I never thought of people who know him, bumping into us and putting it together that Charlotte looks like him. Or even strangers, they could see the similarities and go to the media with a hot story.

When Charlie was a baby, I always thought she looked like me, but as she got older she started to change, looking more and more like Christian.

"Mommy, why are we running?"

We're far enough away where I could walk, but I don't want to take that chance.

So, as not to scare her, I turn it into a game.

"Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!"

It works. Charlotte giggles and insists I read her the book when we get back home.

It doesn't take much longer before we are safely inside our apartment.

I'm still shaken up, I need Kate or Ethan, but I can't talk about anything with Charlie still awake.

Since it's naptime, I read her the book, twice, and then finally she's sleeping.

I quietly shut her bedroom door, and then go out into the living room to call Ethan.

"Hey, Ana, what's up?"

"Ethan! Oh, my gosh. I was.. We were.. These two women... I don't know, they saw Charlie and... I don't know."

"What? Ana, slow down. What happened to Charlie?"

"Nothing. I ran. But I don't know them, I don't know what they wanted or what they were thinking. But they asked if I knew him."

"Knew who? Ana, you're not making sense, babe."

"We were eating lunch." I try to slow down and explain what happened. "These two women were looking at Charlie. I ran and they chased after me."

"What?! Where are you?! Where's Charlie?!"

"We're fine. We're home. But, Ethan, they asked if I knew him."

"Him? Him, who?"

"Christian!"

"Christian?"

"Oh, my god, Ethan, I told you about this." I know I'm freaking out and not being clear, but I told him the story about how Charlotte was conceived as a one night stand. And after Kate did the interview and article on Christian Grey, we found out who her father really is.

"Christian." I say again, stressing his name and who he is. "Christian, Christian. As in, Christian Grey, Charlie's father! They asked if I knew him and I told them no, but they asked! They could see that she looked like him, or something, I don't know. But we have to go, we have to leave. Where are we going to go? I don't know what to do."

"You're not going to go anywhere, Ana." Ethan's voice hardens. "Don't worry about it, they were only assuming, they have no proof. So what, a little girl looks like some guy. And so what that guy happens to be her father. You've been trying to get ahold of him for months, and every one of your attempts went unanswered. For all we know, he knew you were trying to get in touch with him and he ignored you. Maybe he knows and wants nothing to do with Char. We don't know. You're not going anywhere, Ana, and if these women cause a problem... we'll deal with it. Together."

"Ethan, I can't stop overthinking this. I know you're at work, but I need you here. Please."

"I'm already on my way."

"Thank you!"

I hang up and continue pacing, thinking, and thinking, and over-thinking.

Maybe Ethan's right. Maybe Christian Grey does know and doesn't want anything to do with us. If that's the case, I'm fine with that, that means he'll leave us alone and I wont have to worry about him taking my baby, my life away.

A knock on the door distracts me from my thoughts, and I rush to answer it, not even stopping to wonder why Ethan would be knocking when he has a key.

When I pull the door open, I get my answer when I see a pair of familiar grey eyes staring back at me.

"Christian." I gasp, on the verge of passing out.

a/n:
Special shout out to MistressH for helping name this story! Thanks, Helen!
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