Ana'sPOV

It's two weeks since Christian has been home, one since he started back at work. Taylor and Gail had to move back to Escala because as far as Christian knows, that is his home. As far as the kids know their father is away to rehab. I need to tell them soon, but Phoebe has kept busy with Alexander and Teddy is trying to nurse Sophie back to health and happiness.

Ever since Christian and I got together, I wanted to do things myself, and occasionally I could, but mostly Gail did all the work. Now I'm doing all the work, and I wish I didn't have to.

That reminds me, I need to call Andrea. If Christian decides the buy something he will see "Mr. and Mrs. Christian Grey" on his bank account. Unless he goes through one of his personal buyers.

I hold a sleeping baby in my arms as another little one makes his way to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Momma?"He whines and appears in front of me.

"Yes,honey?" I ask and pull a cup of juice out of the fridge for him. He climbs onto the bar stool and takes a sip.

"Will Daddy be home today?" Every morning he asks the same question. And every morning I have to feed him breakfast, feed him lies, and then go cry for a few minutes.

"No,baby, he is still in rehab." He looks up at me like a drunk toddler.

"For what?"

"His head."

"His head isn't right?" He asks genuinely confused. It actually makes me smile.

"No,his head isn't right." He nods, accepting my answer and asks for cereal. "Here, while you eat this, I need to go make some calls.Juliet's going to be in the living room." I tell him and go put my daughter in her playpen in front of the TV, finding peace in the tiny snores escaping her parted lips.

"I'll be in Daddy's office." I tell Kenneth and step into the large space. There is so much of Christian in here.

I take a seat in his chair and pick up the phone. Luckily I have Christian's schedule for the next few months, but I need to tell Andrea to pencil me in.

"Mrs.G-"

"Andrea."I cut her off. "Christian doesn't know me as Mrs. Grey after the accident. He really doesn't remember me at all." She is silent.

The day Christian was released from the hospital, I held a massive staff meeting at Grey House. I explained the scenario and the extent of his knowledge. Everyone was informed that as far as he knew, I wasn't his wife, he didn't have kids, and everything was back to the way it was eighteen years ago. It was hard for everyone to adjust. It was hard for me to clean all the family pictures out of his office, but I didn't go back to Grey House and only helped with matters if I was contacted. It must have slipped Andrea's mind that I am no longer Mrs. Grey around there.

"His calendar says he doesn't have anything on the ninth, has that changed?"

"Um,no ma'am. Do I need to make an appointment?" She asks and I can hear the movement of papers.

"Yes."Kate and I went over this after he got home from the hospital. We might have to do some reenactment, in hopes that even the smallest detail will trigger some sort of memory. As stupid as the idea sounded, and still sounds, I am desperate to have my husband back.Even the doctors, Flinn included, says I need to get as close as possible with him to jog his memory. "His lunch is usually at one o'clock on Mondays correct?" I know that's his usual time, but maybe he has changed it up in the last week.

"Yes,ma'am." Her tone is questioning.

"Okay,can you schedule an interview for twelve thirty?"

"What name shall I put it under?"

"Katherine Kavanagh."

"Yes,ma'am. What kind of meeting is it?" Damn it. Kate is going to have to help me come up with a convincing lie. I can't really pass off as a college student majoring in English Lit anymore.

"An interview for an upcoming editorial in the newspaper." I say,knowing that is the kind of description Christian expects to see in the email when she sends it to him. "Don't bother with the name of the paper." I also know he won't be very pleased with how vague it is, but I'd rather him be all huffy about that then be seriously pissed off if things don't work out the way I planned them and he looks for the 'editorial' only to find out it was all fake.

"Okay.Ms. Kavanagh has an appointment on May the ninth at twelve thirty with Mr. Grey regarding an upcoming editorial for the newspaper."She reads to me and I nod. She makes sure to put emphasis on the some-what fake name.

"Perfect.Thank you Andrea. You're the best." The call ends and I immediately send a text to Kate asking her to come to the house when she gets a chance, then I call Gail.

"Ana,how are you?" I missed her voice.

"We're surviving." I laugh, as does she. "How is Christian doing?" I have called everyday since I was told he went back to work. I have to know what's going on in this old world he is living in.

"There are moments that I can see him trying to put the puzzle together,trying to remember. He had asked the doctor for a list of the same questions he asked him in the hospital."

"Has he mentioned anything to you?" I'm biting my nails, a habit that Christian despises.

"Well,first off, he calls me Mrs. Jones which sounds so weird after all these years. But he may mention something, not really asking for an answer, but just to question himself out loud, you know? It's almost comical yet heart breaking when he finds things around the apartment." Her voice sounds distant.

"What do you mean?" What things? For his own sake, I did a clean sweep of anything that would give off the idea of a wife and four kids.

"The other day he came down the stairs with an old shirt of his. He asked me how it got up there, and since I honestly had no-idea," I'm sure she had an idea, "I told him I didn't know. From the look on his face, it looked like the truth was wanting to break through but it just wasn't strong enough." Please Christian, come back to me."Another time he asked why the upstairs bedroom was fully stocked."My clothes. I always keep clothes at Escala. Why didn't I think of taking those too?

"Also,just yesterday I was cleaning up stairs when I found him in that room. He was looking around like he was lost. When he noticed my lurking he called me in and asked if I knew about his...missing utilities." The canes and whips I told him to get rid of. Of course the B.A (before Ana) Christian would still have them. Oh well.

"He is trying Ana." Her voice is soft and motherly. I miss her so much."I don't know if he knows he is, or if he is even trying to know,but I can tell he is trying."

"Thank you, Gail."

"You're welcome, honey. Take care of yourself and those babies." I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Will do." After we bid our goodbyes and good lucks, the call ends, and I turn right around and call Taylor. Taylor keeps me updated on how Christian is away from the apartment.

"Ma'am."He answers. I've missed Taylor too.

"Hey,Taylor, how are you?"

"Well,I can tell I'm getting old." His voice is firm, but I laugh. "I'm sore occasionally, depending on the previous activities."

"And how is he?" The other end is silent.

"Back to how he was before he met you." That gives me almost nothing. "He has told me he feels like he is missing something or that the drive doesn't feel right." We always drove to work together, well most of the time when I went.

"How have the meetings gone with Mrs. Lincoln?" I only know about the meetings because Elena would make sure to contact me as soon as she got off the phone with Christian, at least that's what she has told me.

She is now more of an accomplice than foe.

"He usually ends up very confused." Elena doesn't tell him anything.Her answer to everything is along the lines of "Before your accident their was minimal contact between us, Christian. I don't know anything about what has happened." All that is partially true.

"Anastasia,if you don't mind me dropping the act," I am no longer talking to Taylor the bodyguard, I'm talking to Jason Taylor the close family friend. "A part of Christian remembers you. It's just the part of him who lived without that for so long is overpowering it. I can tell."

"You and your wife sound so similar." I smile and he laughs a deep belly shaking laugh.

"Well,even now there are many mannerisms Mr. Grey has picked up from you.He may not remember it, but before he would have never done them."I nod.

"Thank you, Taylor." I'm about to hang up when I remember a recurring concern. "Have you talked to Sophie?" Another long pause.

"A little." I can tell how much her and my son's loss hurts him. He can't be there for his little girl. "Teddy answers the phone most of the time, when he puts her on she just mumbles." I don't say anything. I want to make sure he gets all he needs to off his chest."How long will this last?" I don't know if he is asking because he remembers our unfortunate situation from years ago, or if he really wants an answer at all.

"It took me a while to even get out of the room."

"It's been two weeks." I can hear the heartbreak in his voice, I've only heard it once and that was the day it happened.

"Teddy has been through this before, in a way. He can get them through this,I know." I have full confidence my son will be there for his girlfriend and help her in any way he can until she feels alive again

"I'll let you know of any changes." The heart to heart is over. I say good bye and hang up.

"Please."I whisper into the empty office. "Give me strength and give me my husband back." I take a deep breath before walking back out to the world with kids, dirty diapers, and the Power Rangers theme song.Just as my hand lands on the door handle, I remember one last call I have to make. Of all of them, this is the one I'm most nervous about and wish could be avoided.

"Cooper J. Matthews office." A ladies voice answers.

"Yes,may I speak with Mr. Matthews?"

"Yes,Ma'am, one moment. While I wait for a couple seconds, I get curious as to what my children are up to, so I turn on the video monitor that Christian had his brother hook up. A pixelated picture of the living room, that is no farther than ten feet away, comes onto the screen.In seconds it clears and I am watching Kenneth on his belly looking up at his sister who is now awake and sitting up in the play pen.

"Cooper Matthews." A male voice disrupts my thoughts.

"Hello,this is Anastasia Grey." I bite my lip. This conversation should not be happening.

"Ah yes, Mrs. Grey, thank you for calling. Dates have been set, so in a week and a half we will be in court. Now, all I need is any information you have on the two defendants as well as any official papers you have of Kenneth." I nod and set out to search through Christian's files. I know he has all the family's important documents, Taylor, Gail, and Sophie included, but I'm not sure his PI's files about Hyde and Genevieve would be in here too. "When would be best for you to come down to the office?"

"Would Thursday work?" I ask, and there is a pause.

"Yes,that's perfect. But, Mrs. Grey, there is one more thing." I wait."Kenneth will have to testify."

Teddy's POV

I would usually picture her writhing, bound, exposed, and vulnerable below me, but here she is stalk still, bound by her emotional ropes of despair, as well as exposed in a vulnerable way I never wanted to see her in.

But,I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere.

"Sophie?"I ask knowing fully well she isn't actually asleep. I sit on the bed,her back to me, and rub my hand over her lower back. "Think you want to get up and eat?" I whisper. I pray she does, even if she just crawls back in bed after her meal.

I'm positive she has lost about ten pounds. Her spine is more prominent.She breaths deeply and rolls onto her back so I can finally see her face.

"Morning,beautiful." I smile and trail the back of my fingers down from her forehead to her chin. "I fixed breakfast." She nods and swiftly sits up and stands from the bed in one movement. I watch her movements carefully, ready to catch her if she falls, but she rounds the bed and stands in front of me. I stretch out my hand and she takes it.

The feeling is liberating.

I stand up as well and lead her out of the room. Her soft feet catch my heels as she sluggishly steps away from me to sit on a stool and I place the warm plate in front of her.

"Eat whatever you can." I encourage and stretch to kiss her temple before devouring my own plate. After I'm finished with two waffles,eggs, toast, yogurt, and two tall glasses of OJ she has finished half of everything on her plate, pushing some fruit around with her fork.

I want to speak up but am too afraid I will say the wrong thing or I will be pushing her too far.

I remember mom when she went through this. Dad was so frustrated with the world and himself. Mom wouldn't get up for weeks, would hardly speak, and wouldn't eat. Her lack of appetite resulted in a few holes in the wall the size of my father's fist. She still had a baby to eat for. At one point I had Taylor take my sister and I to our grandparents for the weekend, and when I explained Dad's behavior,Grandma told us stories from his childhood when he had the same attitude. For a while it was like it was just the two of them. Dad wouldn't pay too much attention to Phoebe or me. He would tend to mom and even forget about work. Sophie's pregnancy was farther along than Mom was.

I wash my plate off in the sink and stand in front of her and just watch. She wets her lips, taking the bottom one between her teeth.God, I wish we were in a different situation. She pushes her plate toward me and looks up.

"Thank you." She attempts to smile. I've missed her smile.

I place the plates in the sink and move around the counter to stand next to her. There is a tension between us that can only be described as a high school freshman girl standing next to her senior crush who doesn't notice her. I'm the girl.

"Let's go sit?" I pick up her hand and tug. She gives, falling off the chair and following me to the couch. We don't use this space much. I pull her down to me and wrap my arms around her body, sharing her warmth that I've missed so much. I feel her tremble, and for a second I think she is going to start crying, but she just sighs and the shivers stop. I want to talk, but what do I say? The typical, "How are you feeling" or "Are you okay?" won't do much good.

"How does the fresh air feel?" I joke, and smooth her hair down her back. I feel her smile against my chest and nod her head. I chuckle and kiss her crown. "I've missed you." I give her a small squeeze which she gives back and we just sit there in comfortable silence.I'll need to call mom later so I can ask her some questions about this state of grief. I'm deep in my thoughts of what could have been if I had another sibling and a child when a small voice speaks up.

"Okay."What? I look down at her and there seems to be a new light in them.I'm not use to it, so I don't know what it means. "Okay." She repeats.

"Soph,what are you talking about?" I cup her face but she pushes my hands away, standing from the couch and walking over to a drawer. When she comes back she lays the envelope I left for her in front of me. She pulls papers out of it and lays them down.

It's the NDA.

It's signed.

She agreed.

Christian's POV

I am one of the first at the office. I have already had my morning run,morning coffee, and the typical raging battle with in myself that happens every morning since I got out of the hospital. It's weird.This morning I was craving coffee, but I don't remember ever having coffee before. Maybe it's a minuscule detail I forgot.

"Morning,Andrea. I need you in my office in ten minutes to give me my schedule for the next two weeks." I say to the lady in front. She nods her perfectly blonde, perfectly styled hair. As I pass employees on my way to my office, I give them all a polite nod, "hello", or "good morning" before walking through the big wooden doors that seem to hold memories only I have the power of not knowing.

I organize whatever papers were left on my desk after I left yesterday and – fuck. I need Taylor to pick up my medication from the pharmacy. I don't know why I need it, but the doctor insisted so who am I to go against the good I-have-my-head-up-my-ass doctor's word? I call his mobile.

"Taylor.I need you to go get my medication that was called in three days ago."

"Yes,sir. Anything else?" While you're at it can you get my fucking memory back? That would be great.

"No."I end the call and boot up the laptop, expecting a few hundred emails. Sure enough there is two hundred and three.

"Mr.Grey?" I look up at Andrea whose body is half way in the office. Inod and wave my hand to the chairs in front of me.

"Please. Start with today." I say and pick up a pencil. I remember from...wherever my memory starts, that I never kept a personal calendar, but according to Andrea and Ros, I have changed some things up in the company. The most noticeable change being the colorful paintings in throughout the building, especially the Richart painting. Why did I buy that one?

"Today you have five meetings, three of them running together with the same men, starting at nine o'clock, break at one o'clock to two and resume till four." I pencil it in. She finishes out the week, stumbling around some appointments.
"And what about next week?" I asking, looking up and twirling the pencil, almost breaking it from being impatient, I obviously have a busy day today so no time to waste.

"Next Monday, you have an interview at twelve thirty."

"Interview for what?" I have to approve of any interview appointments before Andrea schedules them, right? Maybe that's changed too. Then again,the approval has to be given by someone if not me.

"Some article." She is being too vague.

"Details."I demand.

"It's with a Ms. Kavanagh for an upcoming editorial. It's just to discuss the company and the works." Andrea nods. I reluctantly pencil in Miss Kavanagh.

Why does that name sound familiar?

"As of now, the rest of the week is momentarily empty except a pending date for another...meeting." I nod about to dismiss her when my phone buzzes. Mia flashes across the screen.

"Damnit." I whisper and quickly silence it.

"What does this Thursday afternoon look like again?"

"A meeting with the board."

"Make sure to send me a remind about a family dinner that night." I look her in the eye and something flashes through them. Hope? Confusion?Joy? I have no fucking clue why she would feel any of those things when I mention a family dinner. Even I don't feel any of those things thinking about quality time with my family of five.

"Yes, sir. Anything else?" I shake my head and she is up and gone before I can open my emails.

 Allof that felt like a deja vu.

((Man, it's been a while. We owe you guys chapters or being so patient with us, and now a spark of energy has hit so hopefully chapters will start flowing. I can't believe they are finished filming! Jamie has two daughters! Millie is beautiful! (Please no hate) and Dakota is so stunning. Ok... Hope you enjoyed. Any thoughts?

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