AU: First story, but don't worry... I know how to write a semi good story. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1:

*It was good to see you. I understand now. Don't fret. You'll make a wonderful father.*

He went to her. After confessing my pregnancy, he just LEFT. Its not like I asked to be impregnated, I just forgot the shot. We've been through a lot, going too far, crazy exes, but he could have gone to anyone, like his understanding mother. But he chose that child molester of a woman. I have to get away.

Is this why his father asked if we were getting a prenuptial? Did he think I couldn't handle marriage? Well he was right, even if he didn't know all the details. This is one of the many thoughts running throughout my head I have as I pack the last of my belongings. But I realize that Taylor would never let me leave because of Mr. Grey's orders. He has to understand that Taylor is the one working for him, and I'm not. I'm his wife that had the freedom to leave at her choosing.

What if he doesn't want this baby? What if he wants an abortion? Or I'll have to raise it alone. Never ending tears streak down my face as I contemplate this matter. I realize I should at least write a note, or he'll send out a search team. Which is so Christian Grey. Walking into his office, to find a piece of paper and pen. I realize that the chair I've just sat in at his desk smells of him and the tears begin flowing harder at my revelation.

Sitting at his desk, I begin my temporary goodbye:

Christian,

If your reading this, you've come home to find me gone. Don't come looking for me, I'm safe and staying at Kate's or a hotel while I figure everything out. I'll be back in a few weeks, but while I'm gone... figure out why I left, and how to make it right. Don't call any sooner than that. I shouldn't be your 2nd choice to talk to, especially since we're married, and it's OUR situation.

Anastasia Grey and Little Blip

After writing the note, I carefully lay it on his pillow so it'll be the first thing he sees, grab my bags, and try to make it out of the door without a sound. Unfortunately, Taylor emerges from the hallway along with Ms. Jones trailing behind him. "Mrs. Grey, I don't think Mr. Grey would like you leaving this time at night."

"Well, Christian's not here is he!" I snapped, now frustrated at their interruption to my escape.

"Taylor, go back in the room, I'll talk to her." said Ms. Jones, looking at me sympathetically. Realizing I didn't have an option I set my bags down by the door, closing it and sitting back down at the island. Once we were alone, she began "What happened? Why are you leaving?" she softly spoke.

Breathing deeply, I responded. "You can't tell anyone." She nodded. "I went to the doctor, and I'm 4 or 5 weeks pregnant. When I told Christian, he got so angry, blamed it on me, and stormed out, and he went to go see one of his exes. I'm going away to just clear my head."

Noticing I finished my story, she replied, "I realize you and Mr. Grey have had some troubles, but he's a good man, and he has a new spark in his eyes since you came into his life. I saw how he was when you first left... he was tormented. I would hate to see him like that again."

"I can't stay. This is his job to fix, not mine. He stormed out on me." I said as I rose from my chair, and grabbed my keys once again to leave, I walked out, trying to leave the memory of the last hour behind also.

"Kate, pick up your phone, I really need to talk to you. Me and Christian had a fight. I'll be at a hotel. I'll give you the address when you call me back." I say into my phone as I pull up to the front of the Edgewater Hotel. Looking in the mirror, I try to smooth my hair, and fix my puffy red eyes before walking in the lobby.

"Ma'am" The doorman greets me as valet takes my White Audi R8 away, openly admiring it. I give a shy smile, not caring enough to fake a happy mood.

"Can I have a room for one?" I ask the woman at the desk. She looks up at me, shock on her face after realizing I'm Anastasia Grey. Immediately, she goes to work on finding a suitable room for me.

"We have an open room on the 7th floor, but we do have the presidential suite open if you'd prefer." she says, hoping I'll take the more expensive one.

"I'll take the regular room." I say, internally rolling my eyes, knowing she thinks the Greys only buy top of the line items.

"Your in Room 750, and one of our employees will be up with your bags shortly. May I ask how long you'll be staying, Mrs. Grey?" she asks, her well faked enthusiasm almost hiding her hope for a large tip.

"Just tonight." I reply as I hand her the card to Christian and I's combined bank account. Handing it back to me after swiping it, not even worrying about if It will be rejected or not, she smiles, still waiting for some kind of reward. I just walk away, catching her frown in the corner of my eye.

In the elevator, I finally realize that my stomach has been growling. Knowing I'm no longer eating for one, and the fact that even though I'm furious with Christian, he would be disappointed in me for skipping a meal, I decide to order room service once settled in my room.

Shortly after I arrive in my room, the bell boy arrives, a young blonde-hair, blue-eyed boy, no older than 19. "Mrs. Grey, here are your bags. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes, er... Phillip," I say reading his name tag. "Can you tell room service that I'd like an omelet with cheese, spinach and bacon." The urge for breakfast at 9:15 pm, and the fact that it's Christian's favorite breakfast makes a small smile appear on my face. He nods, retreating to relay my request to the chefs. I'm pretty sure that Phillip would end up mentioning my surname, causing the chefs to go over the top.

Feeling my phone vibrate, I take it out and look, relaxing when I see that it's Kate, not Christian calling and overreacting over the phone.

"Ana! Where are you? What happened? Did he hurt you? Oh my God, if he did..." she trails off after spouting off her Kavanaugh interrogation.

"I'm okay Kate, I'm at the Edgewater Hotel, not too far away from your apartment. Room 750. I'd rather talk about it in person..." I reply, trying to calm both her and myself down with a soothing tone.

"Okay, give me 15 minutes." she replies, and I hear the distant rev of her engine notifying me she's speeding up, but before I could reply, she had hung up. Realizing I had to bring up the worst time of my married life, I felt tears on the brink. While trying to calm myself, I'm interrupted by a knock on the door. Quickly, stopping them from flowing down my cheeks, I answer, once again confronted by Phillip. I hand him the wadded up 20 dollar bill in my pocket, in exchange for my fresh omelet, hoping it doesn't disappoint. He broadly smiles, showing he's grateful for the tip, and walks away quietly, leaving my with food and my thoughts.

I know I don't have much time before Kate arrives, so I sit down on the bed, and begin to eat while contemplating how I'm going to explain this to her.

Halfway through my omelet, I hear a knock at the door. I answer knowing it's Kate. But it's not. It's my husband... Christian Grey.