Author's Note: Hi, I just thought I would try out a story for this novel as I currently just finished the trilogy and I'm currently obsessed with it. In this bit it's just a recap of what has happened in the section that I'm extending from from the novel. My chapter that I have written my self will be the following chapter. I do not own any rights to E.L James books- Fifty Shades Trilogy.

Previously...

I swallow and try to subdue the panic rising in my throat. I take a deep steadying beath. It's now or never. "I'm pregnant."

He stills, and very slowly all the colour drains from his face. "What?" he whispers, ashen.

"I'm pregnant."

His brow furrows with incomprehension. "How?"

How... How? What sort of ridiculous question is that? I blush, and give him a quizzical how-do-you-think look.

His stance changes immediately, his eyes hardening to flint. "Your shot?" he snarls.

Oh shit.

"Did you forget your shot?"

I just gaze at him unable to speak. Jeez, he's mad - really mad.

"Christ, Ana!" He bangs his fist on the table, making me jumps, and stand so abruptly he almost knocks the dining chair over. "You have one thing, one thing to remember. Shit! I don't fucking believe it. How could you be so stupid?"

Stupid! I gasp. Shit. I want to tell him that the shot was ineffective, but words fail me. I gaze down at my fingers. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Sorry? Fuck!" he says again.

"I know the timing's not very good"

"Not very!" he shouts. "We've known each other five fucking minutes. I wanted to show you the fucking world and now... Fuck. Diapers and vomit and shit!" he closes his eyes. I think he's trying to contain his temper and losing the battle.

"Did you forget? Tell me. Or did you do this on purpose?" His eyes blaze and anger emanates off him like a force field.

"No," I whisper. I can't tell him about Hannah - he'd fire her. I know.

"I thought we'd agreed on this!" he shouts.

"I know. We had. I'm sorry."

He ignores me. "this is why. This is why I like control. So shit like this doens't come along and fuck everything up."

No... Little Blip. "Christian, please don't shout at me." Tears start to slip down my face.

"Don't start with waterworks now," he snaps. "Fuck." He runs a hand through his hair, pulling at it as he does. "You think I'm ready to be a father?" His voice catches, and it's a mixture of rage and panic.

And it all becomes clear, the fear and loathing writ large in his eyes - his rage is that of a powerless adolescent. Oh, Fifty, I am so sorry. It's a shock for me too.

"I know neither one of us is ready for this, but I think you'll make a wonderful father," I choke. "We'll figure it out."

"How the fuck do you know!" he shouts, louder this time. "Tell me how!" His gray eyes burn, and so many emotions cross his face. It's fear that most prominent.

"Oh fuck this!" Christian bellows dismissively and holds his hands up in a gesture of defeat. He turns on his heel and stalks toward the foyer, grabbing his jacket as he leaves the great room. His footsteps echo off the wooden floor, and he disappears through the double doors into the foyer, slamming the door behind him and making me jump once more.

I am alone with the silence - the still, silent emptiness of the great room...