Fifty Shades Freed (Christian & Ana)(198)

"You're tired, aren't you?"

He nods.

"I'll let you get some sleep." I kiss his forehead. "Laters, Daddy," I murmur.

"I'll see you later, honey. And thank you." Ray catches my hand and squeezes it gently. "I like that you call me Daddy. Takes me back."

Oh, Daddy. I return his squeeze.

As I head out the main doors toward the SUV where Sawyer is waiting, I hear my name being called.

"Mrs. Grey! Mrs. Grey!"

Turning, I see Dr. Greene hurrying toward me, looking her usual immaculate self, if a little flustered.

"Mrs. Grey, how are you? Did you get my message? I called earlier."

"No." My scalp prickles.

"Well, I was wondering why you'd cancelled four appointments."

Four appointments? I gape at her. I've missed four appointments! How?

"Perhaps we should talk about this in my office. I was going out for lunch—do you have time right now?"

I nod meekly. "Sure. I . . ." Words fail me. I've missed four appointments?

I'm late for my shot. Shit.

I follow her in a daze back into the hospital and up to her office. How did I miss four appointments? I vaguely remember one being moved—Hannah mentioned it—but four? How could I miss four?

Dr. Greene's office is spacious, minimalistic, and well appointed.

"I'm so grateful you caught me before I left," I mumble, still shell-shocked.

"My father's been in a car accident, and we've just moved him here from Portland."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. How's he doing?"

"He's doing okay, thank you. On the mend."

"That's good. And it explains why you cancelled on Friday."

Dr. Greene wiggles the mouse on her desk, and her computer comes to life.

"Yes . . . it's been over thirteen weeks. You're cutting it a bit close. We'd better do a test before we give you another shot."

"A test?" I whisper, all the blood rushing from my head.

"A pregnancy test."

Oh, no.

She reaches into the drawer of her desk. "You know what to do with this."

She hands me a small container. "The restroom is just outside my office."

I get up as if in a trance, my whole body operating as if on automatic pilot and I stumble to the restroom.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. How could I have let this happen . . . again? I suddenly feel sick and offer a silent prayer . Please no. Please no. It's too soon. It's too soon. It's too soon.

When I reenter Dr. Greene's office, she gives me a tight smile and waves me to the seat in front of her desk. I sit down and wordlessly hand her my sample.

She dips a small white stick into it and watches. She raises her eyebrows as it turns pale blue.

"What does blue mean?" The tension is almost choking me.

She looks up at me, her eyes serious. "Well, Mrs. Grey, it means you're pregnant."

What? No. No. No. Fuck.

I gape at Dr. Greene, my world collapsing around me. A baby. A baby. I don't want a baby . . . not yet. Fuck. And I know deep down that Christian is going to freak.

"Mrs. Grey, you're very pale. Would you like a glass of water?"

"Please." My voice is a barely audible. My mind is racing. Pregnant? When?

"I take it you're surprised."

I nod mutely at the good doctor as she hands me a glass of water from her conveniently placed water cooler. I take a welcome sip. "Shocked," I whisper.