inings breakfast
tea. My mouth waters; I’m so hungry. I down the orange juice in a few gulps
and dig into the oatmeal. Christian sits down on the edge of the bed to
watch. He smirks at me.
“What?” I ask with my mouth full.
“I like to watch you eat,” he says. But I don’t think that’s what he’s smirking
about. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I mutter between mouthfuls.
“I’ve never seen you eat like this.”
I glance up at him, and my heart sinks. We ha一ve to address the very tiny
elephant in the room.
“It’s because I’m pregnant, Christian.”
He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. “If I knew getting you
knocked up was going to make you eat, I might ha一ve done it earlier.”
“Christian Grey!” I gasp and set the oatmeal down.
“Don’t stop eating,” he warns.
“Christian, we need to talk about this.”
He stills. “What’s there to say? We’re going to be parents.” He shrugs,
desperately trying to look nonchalant, but all I can see is his fear. Pushing the
tray aside, I crawl down the bed to him and take his hands in mine.
“You’re scared,” I whisper. “I get it.”
He gazes at me, impassive, his eyes wide and all his earlier boyishness
stripped away.
“I am, too. That’s normal,” I whisper.
“What kind of father could I possibly be?” His voice is hoarse, barely audible.
“Oh, Christian.” I stifle a sob. “One that tries his best. That’s all any 445 | P a
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of us can do.”
“Ana—I don’t know if I can . . .”
“Of course you can. You’re loving, you’re fun, you’re strong, you’ll set
boundaries. Our child will want for nothing.”
He’s frozen, staring at me, doub一t etched on his beautiful face. I continue.
“Yes, it would ha一ve been ideal to ha一ve waited. To ha一ve longer, just the two of
us. But we’ll be three of us, and we’ll all grow up together. We’ll be a family.
Our own family. And your child will love you unconditionally, like I do.” Tears
spring to my eyes.
“Oh, Ana,” Christian whispers, his voice anguished and pained. “I thought I’d
lost you. Then I thought I
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