Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 225

The door opens, rousing me, and Grace enters. “Hello, darling,” she whispers, her face pale—devoid of makeup. She looks as tired and drained as I feel.

“Mom.” I’m too weary to stand.

“I’m just checking in, as I’m leaving to get some sleep. Carrick is here to watch over Mia.”

“How is she?”

“She’s okay. Angry. Still suffering from the effects of the drugs. Trying to sleep. Ana?”

“No change.”

Grace picks up Ana’s medical chart from the end of her bed and scans the notes. Her eyes widen and she gasps. “She’s pregnant!”

I nod, too shattered and anxious to do anything else.

“Oh, Christian, that’s wonderful news. Congratulations.” She steps forward and grasps my shoulder.

“Thanks, Mom. It’s early days.” I think.

“I understand. Couples usually announce at twelve weeks. Darling, you’re exhausted. Go home and sleep.”

I shake my head. “I’ll sleep when Ana wakes.”

She presses her lips together but doesn’t comment, and bending down she kisses my head. “She’ll wake, Christian. Just give her a little time. Try and get some sleep.”

“Bye, Mom.”

She ruffles my hair. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She exits as quietly as she arrived, leaving me more bereft than ever.

Just to torture myself, and also to stay awake, I replay my misdemeanors of the last couple of days.

I’ve been an asshole.

About the baby.

Seeing Elena.

Not apologizing.

And to cap it all, I believed Ana…believed her when she said she was leaving me.

My eyes droop, and my head drops forward, jolting me awake.

Fuck.

I gaze at my wife, willing her to open her eyes.

Ana. Please. Come back to me. “And then I can apologize. Properly. Please, baby.” Taking her hand, I bring it to my lips once more and kiss each knuckle. “I miss you.”

Leaning back, I close my eyes, just for a second.

Friday, September 16, 2011

I wake a moment later. Shit. How long have I slept? I check my watch—nearly three hours. Glancing over at my wife, I see she’s still slumbering peacefully.

Except she’s not asleep. She’s unconscious.

“Come back to me, baby,” I whisper.

“Christian.”

“Dad! You startled me.”

“Sorry.” Carrick emerges from the shadows.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long. I didn’t want to wake you. The nurse was just here checking Ana’s vitals. It’s all good.” He stares down at my wife. “Grace tells me she’s carrying my grandchild.” His eyes shine in reverence as he gazes at Ana.

“Yes. She is.”

“Congratulations, son.”

I give him a bleak smile. “She put the child and herself at risk.” I shiver, and don’t know if it’s because the night air is cooler or because Ana could so easily be dead.

Carrick presses his lips together, his expression grave, then turns his attention to me. “You’re exhausted. You should go home and rest.”

“I’m not leaving her.”

“Christian, you should sleep.”

“No, Dad. I want to be here when she wakes up.”

“I’ll sit with her. It’s the least I can do after she saved my daughter.”

“How’s Mia?”

“She’s asleep. She was groggy, scared, and angry. It’ll be a few hours before the Rohypnol is completely out of her system.”

“Christ.” Hyde is a sick, twisted, cocksucking son of a bitch.

“I know. I’m feeling seven kinds of foolish for relenting on her security. You warned me, but Mia is so stubborn. If it wasn’t for Ana here…”

“We all thought Hyde was out of the picture. And my crazy, stupid wife—why didn’t she tell me?” My unshed tears scald my throat.

“Christian, calm down,” he says, gently moving toward me. “Ana’s a remarkable young woman. She was incredibly brave.”

“Brave and headstrong and stubborn and stupid.” My voice breaks on the last word as I fight to contain my emotion.