((Again, isn't this picture adorable! #photoshop))

*Flashback*

Ana's POV

This is my day off, and by day off I mean, no work, no red room, just kicking my feet up and watching some House Hunters. Christian even took the day off today too. He made a commitment to me, Blip, and himself that he would do everything himself. So far he has painted the nursery a lovely light teal color, that way it fits a boy or a girl.

We still don't know.

He has set up the rocking chair that I am currently occupying, he had a few stuffed animals picked out and shipped to our new home and now he has the parts to a black wooden crybaby scattered on the floor.

I sit, watching him, as I run my fingers through the fur of one of the stuffed monkeys.

We haven't really decided on a theme yet. I guess we will next week when we find out. Christian has a pair of navy blue cotton pajama pants on, his hair is a mess, and his face is scrunched up in concentration as he reads over the instructions. He has refused to let me help him although it looks like I may have no choice.

"Christian, do you even know what your doing?" I roll my eyes and he sighs. I think he thought this would be easier.

"Yes Ana, I know what I'm doing." He sets the instructions down and grabs two pieces of wood that obviously do not connect together.

"Not those." I squeak and he places them down again. I want to laugh at his frustration with this contraption, but I know it wouldn't help him.

"Then how the hell would you read this? It says Part A and Part B should connect like this, but our Part A and B look exactly a like and the instructions show them looking totally different." He huffs, which I assume means he is done trying. I crawl out of the chair and down to him. He glares at me, obviously mad I'm not obeying orders, but I ignore his stare.

"Please let me help?" He just stares. "I worked in a hardware store for four years, I think I have dealt with more hands on construction than you." I jab him in the ribs with my elbow. I giggle at his stone cold reaction.

Soon, the façade breaks and sighs, running his fingers through his hair. My face falls as well as I recognize that look on his face. It's that same look I saw a little over four months ago.

"Christian, what are stressed about?" I rub my hand over the muscular expanse of his back. He groans and runs his hands over his face as well. Ever since he came to terms with my pregnancy he's started stressing over small things.

"We find out the gender our baby soon, I have work, you're almost to your third trimester, and this room isn't even close to being finished." I don't say anything, instead I just nod and encourage him to continue. "I want to be a hands on father and make things easier for you, but I just...I don't know."

"Number one finding out the gender should be a joyous occasion, you can take vacation whenever you want, again my third trimester is a good thing, and the room doesn't need to be done at this very moment. Number two, you are making things easier for me. More than you know." I run my fingers through his hair and grab a fistful this time making him look at me.

"And number three, you are a hands on father. You have been doing an incredible job dealing with everything thus far. Christian, give yourself some credit. You will be a phenomenal father, you are already a phenomenal father." I stand up and go straight to the baby's first sonogram picture. Once I have the yellow frame in my hands I go plop down next to my husband again.

"And here is the proof." I hand him the picture and he stares at it with that sparkle in his eyes I love so much.

"You can almost see a smile." I smile and look down at the picture too. "I already love this baby."

"Well, This one is the first of many." I say and look at him expecting that same smile and spark, but his face resembles a sheet.

"Many...like more than one?"

"Not anytime soon, I promise." He looks up at me and I offer a small smile which he returns and I kiss his shoulder.

"Everything is going to be okay." I whisper. Christian sits up straight, pulls me onto his lap, and wraps his smooth arms around my bloated body.

Ugh! I feel so fat. What does Christian still see in me? Nasty.

"I love you." He says, his eyes sparking with all the words swirling around in his head.

"I love you too." I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck and smile. How is this not heaven?

***

We have a doctor's appointment today to find out the gender our baby. Of course Christian would ask Dr. Greene to make an at-home-visit and take the day off to here.

I'm laid out on the couch with my hand on my belly, looking at the ceiling. I hope all goes well today and that no matter what the sex is, he or she is healthy.

"Ana." I turn my head and watch as Christian walks towards me. He is wearing black jeans that fit his legs very nicely and a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I can't help but think about how incredibly sexy he is right now, although he is even sexier without-

"Ana." He calls my name again and only now am I aware I am staring and biting my lip. When my eyes adjust on his face, he's smirking at me.

"Sorry." I mumble.

"Are you doing okay? Doctor Greene should be here any minute." I sit up on the couch so he can have a seat next to me. He lifts my legs up and places them on his lap, rubbing his hands over the rough area.

"Don't do that." I pull my legs away from him and completely sit up crossing my legs. "That's disgusting."

"This?" He asks before he runs his knuckles over my stubbly legs.

"Yes!" I squeal and move away from him. He starts to chuckle but is interrupted by the phone ringing. Picking it up with a smile on his face, he answers, "Grey."

It's not on speaker, but it's still loud enough for me to hear.

"A Dr. Greene is here for an appointment?"

"Send her in." Christian ends the call and looks like a blind man about to cross a highway. He takes in a shaky breath and sighs.

"Ready?" I nod and notice his hand shaking just a bit. I reach over and grab his sweaty hand, placing it on my belly.

"Are you ready?" He stares where the baby currently is, and he looks scared out of his mind.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He sighs just as the elevator dings open.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Grey." Christian stands to meet the woman and her assistant to welcome them. He asks what room, including the living room, would be best to set up their equipment. Dr. Greene chooses our bedroom,"if it's okay", and Christian quickly shows them the way, leaving me on the couch.

About five minutes later, Christian comes back into the room and helps me stand to my feet. He doesn't make eye contact or speak a word as he rushes me back to our room. For some reason, I have the same feeling I had the first time he ever rushed me into his room to "rectify my situation". Well look where that got us.

"How are you feeling Mrs. Grey?" Dr. Greene asks as I sit down on the black couch in the corner of the room.

"Great." I smile and wait for her instructions.

"Good. Please lie down and roll your shirt up to your chest please." I do as she says, laying back and rolling my shirt up, as I watch her push some buttons on her machine thing.

"Are you ready Mrs. Grey?" Once I give my nod of approval, she grabs some gel stuff. "Okay, this will be a little cold." I nod again and roll my head to the side to look at my husband.

My terrified looking fifty.

He looks zoned out of the moment just staring at my belly, as if he can actually see the baby there. His arms are crossed, and his eye brows are furrowed just a bit. The thumping of our baby's heart beat from the monitor snaps him out of his trance, causing him to take a step towards me and grasp my hand.

"Well," Dr. Green says as she moves the wand around. "Your baby looks healthy, steady growth, nice strong heart beat..." She trails off.

"You do want to know the gender, right?"

Christian and I haven't stopped talking about the big reveal, but I still looked to him for confirmation. He doesn't say a word, but gives a curt nod in answer.

"Okay, well..." Dr. Greene moves the wand and gel around some more before settling on one stop.

"These, here, are the legs." She points to two blurry limbs that don't really look like legs. I squint at the screen and my heart rate picks up.

"I don't see anything." I mumble referring to the sign of a sex. A girl? I know Christian is having the same thought when he squeezes my hand and his breathing shudders a bit.

Dr. Greene chuckles. "Oh, there is something there." I look at Christian with a smile and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. That means-

"Congratulations, your having a boy."

***

"Christian?" I call out wondering aimlessly around in the new house. I haven't fully adjusted to it yet.

I walk down the hall, one hand supporting my growing boy and the other one supporting his aching mother's back.

"Christian?" I call again and stop when I see the door to our son's nursery. I make out Christian's dark profile and tired body sitting on the carpeted floor and resting his back against the wall.

"Honey, why aren't you in bed?" I ask, slowly but surely, making my way to the floor beside him. He rolls his head to the side, blinks, then looks straight ahead again. I stare ahead like him and stay quiet, deciding he will speak when he is ready.

I gaze through the dark room. The crib is in front of a window causing an eerie blue light to illuminate the furniture and cast shadows on the floor.

We need to invest in a night light.

"One week." He whispers. "One week and we will have a baby in this room. More time at home, more groceries, no more sleep-"

"That's why you need to get some now." I interrupt and tug at his arm. He turns to look at me and sighs.

"I just keep thinking-"

"No. Stop it. Stop thinking, because when you do, negative thoughts cloud your judgment, and I have to sweet talk you to clear those away. Christian, everything is going to be fine. I'll admit I'm getting a little freaked out too, but I don't have one doubt that either of us will fail him." I say, placing Christian's palm on my belly so he can feel the very-wide-awake baby boy.

He sighs again before looking me in the eye and taking my face between his hands.

"How did I get so lucky?" I just shrug and roll my eyes. He glares at me, but chuckles anyway before standing up.

I attempt to push myself up before two arms slip under my legs and back, hoisting me into the air.

"Christian, put me down! You're gonna hurt your self." I scold and he shakes his head.

"I think I'm strong enough." He smirks at his own cocky attitude.

As if to agree with his daddy, Blip delivers a nice hard kick to my right side.

Yes, my two very strong boys.

***

On the day before my estimated due date we headed for the hospital. Christian wanted to be at the hospital a little earlier than necessary just so nothing happens to home and he has a panic attack. As soon as we walked through the doors I was placed in the biggest delivery room they could find, upon Christian's request. Dr. Greene checked in on me as soon as I was settled in and she told me if my water didn't break with in the next twenty-four hours, she would induce my labor.

The clock on the opposite wall from the bed says 7:00.

It's been twenty-four hours.

I look over at Christian, who is watching a football game on the TV directly in front of us. He is taking residence in a teal leather chair that smells absolutely horrible. Although his focus is on the intense physical game on the screen his posture is stiff, his arms crossed, and his leg won't stop bouncing.

"Babe, are you okay?" I ask and reach for his shoulder. He snaps his head to the side and gives me a soft smile as I squeeze his shoulder.

"You know last time I was in a chair like this, you were in a coma." My mood deflates a bit and my face falls at his comment. "That was a lot less of a joyous occasion."

I am about to speak about just how different the situations are when the door is cracked open and a head pops in.

"How is everybody doing?" Dr. Greene ask as she waltzes into the room with a clipboard in her hands.

"Great." I answer as Christian shakes the woman's hand. When he takes his seat next to my bed again, he continues to bounce his leg.

Why is he nervous? I'm the one having to push a tiny human out of my vagina.

"Good. Now, Mrs. Grey, we need to go ahead and jump start your labor, if you will." She wheels a stool out from under the bed and takes a seat at the end of the bed. Christian breaks his stare from the game and stands by my side with his arms still crossed, waiting from Dr. Greene to say more. When she notices the confused look on his face she elaborates. "We are going to break her water."

Christian's mouth forms an 'o' and I want to laugh at his lack of understanding for once, but given the situation I swallow my giggles and prepare for what is about to come.

"Knees up."She instructs and I do as told. She flips the blue sheet up over my legs, exposing me to the cold air, but protecting me from Christian's view. I look up at my husband who still has his eyes on the doctor and her every move. Only when I hear a package rip do I look down at the woman as well.

When she holds up an instrument that resembles a long knitting needle, my eyes go wide and Christian traps my hand in a vice-like grip.

"I'm going to use this to break your water. It will be as fast and as painless as possible." I nod and prepare to be invaded by a plastic object.

My mouth falls open as I feel the tool enter very privet areas then some tugging before what feels like a whole liter of water flows out of me.

"And we're done." Dr. Greene stands from the stool, places the blanket back, and takes her purple rubber gloves off.

"Hopefully you start dilating nicely and everything should go as planned."

Now it's 10:00pm.

"Mrs. Grey, you've been in labor for fifteen hours now. Your contractions have slowed in spite of the Pitocin. We need to do a C-section-the baby is in distress." Dr. Greene is adamant.

"About fucking time!" Christian growls at her. Dr. Greene ignores him.

"Christian, quiet." I squeeze his hand. My voice is low and weak and everything is fuzzy-the walls, the machines, the green-gowned people . . . I just want to go to sleep. But I have something important to do first . . . Oh yes. "I wanted to push him out myself."

"Mrs. Grey, please. C-section."

"Please, Ana," Christian pleads.

"Can I sleep then?"

"Yes, baby, yes." It's almost a sob, and Christian kisses my forehead.

"I want to see the Lil' Blimp."

"You will."

"Okay," I whisper.

"Finally," Dr. Greene mutters. "Nurse, page the anesthesiologist. Dr. Miller, prep for a C-section. Mrs. Grey, we are going to move you to the OR."

"Move?" Christian and I speak at once.

"Yes. Now."

And suddenly we're moving-quickly, the lights on the ceiling blurring into one long bright strip as I'm whisked across the corridor.

"Mr. Grey, you'll need to change into scrubs."

"What?"

"Now, Mr. Grey."

He squeezes my hand and releases me.

"Christian," I call, panic setting in.

We are through another set of doors, and in no time a nurse is setting up a screen across my chest. The door opens and closes, and there's so many people in the room. It's so loud . . . I want to go home.

"Christian?" I search the faces in the room for my husband.

"He'll be with you in a moment, Mrs. Grey."

A moment later, he's beside me, in blue scrubs, and I reach for his hand.

"I'm frightened," I whisper.

"No, baby, no. I'm here. Don't be frightened. Not my strong Ana." He kisses my forehead, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that something's wrong.

"What is it?"

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. Baby, you're just exhausted." His eyes burn with fear.

"Mrs. Grey, the anesthesiologist is here. He's going to adjust your epidural, and then we can proceed."

"She's having another contraction."

Everything tightens like a steel band around my belly. Shit! I crush Christian's hand as I ride it out. This is what's tiring-enduring this pain. I am so tired. I can feel the numbing liquid spread . . . spread down. I concentrate on Christian's face. On the furrow between his brows. He's tense. He's worried. Why is he worried?

"Can you feel this, Mrs. Grey?" Dr. Greene's disembodied voice is coming from behind the curtain.

"Feel what?"

"You can't feel it."

"No."

"Good. Dr. Miller, let's go."

"You're doing well, Ana." Christian is pale. There is sweat on his brow. He's scared. Don't be scared, Christian. Don't be scared.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Oh, Ana," he sobs. "I love you, too, so much."

I feel a strange pulling deep inside. Like nothing I've felt before. Christian looks over the screen and blanches, but stares, fascinated.

"What's happening?"

"Suction! Good . . ."

Suddenly, there's a piercing angry cry.

"You have a boy, Mrs. Grey. Check his Apgar."

"Apgar is nine."

"Can I see him?" I gasp.

Christian disappears from view for a second and reappears a moment later, holding my son, swathed in blue. His face is pink, and covered in white mush and blood. My baby. My Blip . . . Theodore Raymond Grey.

When I glance at Christian, he has tears in his eyes.

"Here's your son, Mrs. Grey," he whispers, his voice strained and hoarse.

"Our son," I breathe. "He's beautiful."

"He is," Christian says and plants a kiss on our beautiful boy's forehead beneath a shock of dark hair. Theodore Raymond Grey is oblivious. Eyes closed, his earlier crying forgotten, he's asleep. He is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. So beautiful, I begin to weep.

"Thank you, Ana," Christian whispers, and there are tears in his eyes too.

*Present Day*

Christian's POV

"Ew." My son sits next to me with his fingers pressed against his temples. "Ew, ew, ew. I did not need to know how I was conceived, events that led to my birth, what happened that day, and the sights you saw." He groans and I smile clapping him on the back.

"Why did you tell me that?" He looks at me with the look in his eyes as if he saw Rebel Wilson in Lady Gaga's seashells and thong. Kind of a funny look.

"To warn you about what you will probably be going through in a little less than nine months." I pat his back once again and stand on my feet.

"I understand that but...those thoughts of my mom?!"

"Oh, and you can start working at Grey House next week."

"Thanks?" I start to walk off but a thought stopped me.

"Ted, know that no matter what you have a huge jacked up family that will support you no matter what." I pause and watch his face shift from disturbed to understanding. I love you son."

Teddy's POV

That story was the most disturbing thing I have ever heard in my entire life.

((Again THE BIRTH SCENE IS DIRECTLY FROM THE BOOK. CREDIT TO EL JAMES. I wrote the rest thanks for reading!!))