*Taylors POV*
Ana exits SIP and I jump out to open the Audi door for her, something is wrong. She doesn't give me her usual smile, she doesn't even look at me and there some twisted emotion on her face that I can't seem to work out.
As I climb in the front I hear Christian warily greeting her, he has notice too then. Ana replys with a soft
"Hi" Even her voice is off, Grey is soon onto her about it.
"What's wrong?" He asks, she shakes her head and replys
" Nothing"
"Is work alright" probes Christian
"yes, fine thanks"
"Ana, what's wrong" His voice is becoming more urgent, I hate it when they fight in the car, there is no way of me leaving them to it, I have to sit and listen through it all.
"Eve juts missed you, that's all, and I've been worried about Ray" Christian may be fooled by this lie but I'm not. Never the less Christian assures Ana her father is ok and their conversation goes back to normal for the rest of the drive to the hospital to see Ray. Phew mayhem diverted
After Ana's visit to the hospital, we drive back to the apartment. Christian keep asking Ana what's wrong but she wont tell him, I am constantly worried for Ana. With moody Christian you never know what he is capable of doing, and according to Christian everything Ana does is wrong and he always ends up with his shouting at her. Some how she puts up with it, at least I get payed to deal with Christians shit.
I enter the staff kitchen to find the gorgeous Gail cooking away, she hasn't noticed me so I sneak up behind her an wrap my arms around her waist.
"Hey beautiful" I say snuggling my face into the back of her neck and gently kissing it.
"Back early?" She says turning around in my arms and kissing me, I deepen the kiss passionately and we stand there in embrace for 5 minuets until she finally pulls away catching her breath.
"Taylor" she says in a playful tone
"Im cooking and im sure you have work to do, ill get back to you later" Those last six words fill me with promise. I drag myself to my office dive into my emails. After about 40 minuets I can hear shouting.
"Damn it, Ana, will you tell me what is wrong?!" There are hushed voices and I strain to listen, Its wrong to be such an ear wig but I know what kind of mood that fucker can get into and if he lays one finger on Ana I swe...Im pulled out of my thoughts by Christians voice yet again.
"Your Shot!? Did you forget your shot!?" at first I don't get what he means by shot but the the realization sinks in, shit...is Ana...pregnant?
"Christ Ana!" I hear a thump, it sounded like he hit a wall or something. I decide to cautiously approach the door way and be ready to run to Ana's aid.
You have one thing, one thing to remember. SHIT. I don't fucking believe it!" Jesus Christ he's pissed. And poor Ana, I peak through the door way to see her ashen pale face, get your act together Christian! Does it look like your wife wanted this either? He should be comforting her but in stead he is towering above her scream about it.
"How could you be so STUPID!" WHOA, now that is just out of line. It annoys me even more when I see Anas eyes begin to tear up as she gasps, I go to step out there and try and intervene but a warm soft hand lands on my shoulder, poor Gail. She feels as protective over Ana as I do, but she is right to stop me, who knows what I might end up doing to the fucker Grey!
Ana whispers something while looking at her fingers.
"YOU SAYING YOUR SORRY!?" yells Christian. Ana speaks a little louder, enough for me to hear her say.
"I know the timings not very good" but Grey cuts her off.
"Not very GOOD, we have know eachother five fucking minuets, I wanted to show you the world and now, FUCK, diapers and vomit!" Just leave her alone Grey, I will him in my head to just back the hell up, poor Ana look as if she is going to collapse.
"Did you forget? Tell me, or did you do this on purpose?" WHAT the FUCK, why would she do it on purpose?!
"This is why I like control, so shit like this doesn't happen!" poor Ana now has tears running down her face, who ever grey encounters he manages to hurt them, wither emotionally or physically.
"Christian please don't yell at me?" sobs poor Ana.
Why is he so freaking mad at her?
"Oh FUCK THIS" he yells storming out of the apartment grabbing his coat on the way. Ana dissolves into tears and leans her head into her folded arms against the Table