Chapter 09


Carter blinks, seemingly confused by my question, which is weird because the last time we had regular contact with each other, he was lamenting over the fact that he’d been waitlisted for Harvard Law and how doubtful it seemed that his status would change before the start of term. But here he is, books in hand and the tell-tale signs of exhaustion darkening the skin beneath his eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing here’?” he asks. “I go to school here. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, we uh… we’re here with Mia. She got in for next year and it’s orientation weekend.”

“Grey’s sister? Didn’t she want to be a singer or… actress or something?”

“Ballet dancer. But she decided she wants to study law instead, so here we are. And you… I didn’t know that you got off the wait list. That’s amazing! Come here.” I hold out my arms to hug him, and while he does step into my embrace, I note that he’s being overly cautious. Maybe that’s because he has some unresolved feelings over his break up with Kate that are now too much to ignore in the absence of a mad man threatening my life. Or maybe, it’s because I haven’t called him since he was released from the hospital in Georgia. A hospital he was only in because of a great personal sacrifice he made to protect me and my family.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called,” I say, pulling away from him. But he shakes his head dismissively.

“Don’t be. I get it.” He pauses, and the air between us is suddenly ladened with the unspoken events of the past. His hand twitches, almost as though he wants to reach out for me, but thinks better of it almost immediately. “When I heard about what happened to you… I called Kate to try and see how you were doing. She said it was pretty bad.”

“It was, at first. But some time has passed and… We’re moving on. We’re good. Fine.” I force a smile, and he nods.

“Good. I’m really glad to hear that. Do you wanna… get a coffee or something? Catch up?”

“Yeah, I do, but… I’ve gotta get back to my sister before she thinks I abandoned her. Do you want to come over tonight for dinner or something?”

“Come over? You still have your house here?”

“Yeah. We knew we’d back fairly often and the property value is good, so Christian just decided to keep it. It’s pretty empty and boring though, so you’d actually be doing me a huge favor by coming over and keeping me company. I don’t know that I can handle losing another game of Monopoly to anyone named Grey.”

“Yeah, losing out to a Grey sucks.” He laughs, and while I can hear the good humor in his voice, his words make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. My smile falters and, instinctively, Luke steps closer to me. I try to subtly bat him away and laugh.

“So, I’ll see you tonight? I can order in from that sub place you like. What is it called? Al’s?”

“That’s the place. You bring the food, I’ll bring the beer.”

“Best idea I’ve heard all day. Seven o’clock?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Good.” I lean in and give him one last hug before he straightens the books in his arms and continues on up the walkway, towards the parking lot behind the main law building.

“I saw that,” Luke says once we’re alone, and I swallow the growing lump in my throat

“I know.”

“So, what? He’s next on the list now?”

I gnaw on my bottom lip, staring for a long minute in the direction Carter disappeared, contemplating. I haven’t had any questions about anyone Luke and I have dealt with so far. It’s all come so naturally that it’s almost felt like acting on instinct. But as I stand there, repeating Carter’s words in my head over and over again, analyzing them, I feel torn for the very first time.

‘Yeah, losing out to a Grey sucks.’

Is that threatening? Does that mean he’s holding a grudge? Does he blame Elliot or Christian for losing Kate and me and he’s angrier about it than he let on when he came to Seattle after our wedding? I noticed he was awkward when I tried to hug him earlier, maybe I was right. Maybe, now that I’m not being stalked by a man actively trying to kidnap me anymore, he doesn’t have to push his hurt feelings aside for the greater good and can instead let them fester in the resentment that is undoubtedly made worse by the fact that I never even called to check on him after we left Atlanta…

Or maybe, it was just a joke.


“I don’t know,” I admit. “But he’s coming over tonight. So we’ll see.”

Luke sighs and reaches out to rub my shoulders. “For what it’s worth… I wouldn’t have called Kate to check on you if I was holding any resentment strong enough to make me want to hurt you or your family.”

“And I probably wouldn’t give someone I wanted dead a liver either, but Gia offered.” I turn to look at Luke and swallow. “And Kommer used to drive all way into Boston at two o’clock in the morning to buy the fruit snacks that I liked because the store in Cambridge was closed and I was having a craving. People lie, Luke. Everyone lies. The bad ones and the good ones. Christian lies. And now, so do we.”

“You’re doing it to protect your family. And Christian… he does shady shit sometimes but you know that he means well.”

“We all do. For someone.” Luke’s mouth drops open like he’s going to argue, but suddenly can’t find the words, so I brush him off and take the handle of Calliope’s stroller out of his hands. “Come on, Mia is going to wonder where we are.”

Mia doesn’t answer her phone when I call from the car, trying to figure out where she’s at, so we decide to start at the Old Yard and work out from there. Thankfully, the sheer number of dorms there are to showcase for the incoming freshman means we arrive right at the end of the tour, just as Mia’s group is exiting Grays Hall. I wave at her as she descends the stairs at the middle entrance and try to gauge her excitement, but she’s playing it very cool. I suspect she wants to appear mature and reserved in front of her future classmates, but, just like her brother, it takes me only seconds to find the excited twinkle in her eyes.

“Well?” I ask, handing her a water bottle from the pocket beneath Calliope’s stroller. “How was it?”

“Grays is definitely the best. I can see why you and Christian picked it. It seems less crowded, and it’s definitely the most updated… but if you get a room on the wrong side of the hall, you won’t get that perfect view of the yard. Christian didn’t have a view, right? But maybe that was because he was by himself. I’ll definitely need a roommate… I wonder if that’s something you can request?”

She continues on and on about her future plans for living in Grays Hall as we follow the group away from the dormitories, and listening to her is exactly like listening to Kate five years ago. I can feel the same excited energy radiating off of her that I felt then and, for just one minute, I’m a little jealous of her. Harvard was the greatest, most transformative experience I ever had, except maybe motherhood, and despite how glad I was to finally have the endless nights of studying and brutal weeks of tests and papers behind me when it was all over, I now kind of wish I had just one more year. Except I wouldn’t go through those long months without Christian again for anything in the world. Not even Harvard.

There’s a break in the day’s activities for lunch, which we’ll be having at Annenberg Dining Hall to give the students and parents both a sample of campus cuisine. It’s weird how, years later, they’re still serving the exact same food, right down to the decorations on the little pudding cups at the dessert station. Mia doesn’t know well enough to stay away from the main dishes at the entree station, which are served in mass, but rather than warn her away, I decide its best she learn through trail by fire, just like we all had to. And it’s a little satisfying to watch her wrinkle her nose over her lemon chicken pasta, while I enjoy the salad I made myself at the salad bar.

“I’m going to starve!” she complains, and I giggle but shake my head.

“It’s not all bad. You’ll learn quick what’s good and what to avoid. If it’s hot and comes out of a big metal dish, you don’t want it. But breakfast is good, and so is the soup. And if you go to the deli and get the thin sliced bread, instead of the thick stuff they have behind the grill, you can get a decent grilled cheese sandwich.”

She grimaces and pushes her pasta around with her fork. “I can’t believe Christian actually used to eat here. He’s pickier than I am.”

“He didn’t come because of the food,” I tell her and when she looks up, I wink. “He came for me.”

Luke shakes his head and lets his silverware clink down on top of his plate. “I need you to repeat what you just said to yourself and think very carefully about the way you phrased that.”

I laugh, but Mia tears the corner off the crusty bread on the side of her plate and tosses it at him. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Oh, my sweet summer child…”

“Game of Thrones?” I interject. “And you say I’m the nerd!”

“Game of Thrones is quite possibly the best television show ever created, it’s not nerdy.”

“Meh. The books were better.”

“And that’s why you’re the nerd” I push him, hard enough that he’s knocked slightly off balance and has to catch his weight on the bench, but when he sits up we both devolve into laughter until a beet red Mia threatens to leave and never speak to either of us again. Luke seems fine with that, but I quickly pull it together and hiss for him to knock it off.

“Alright, everyone!” our tour guide says brightly, getting up from her seat at the table where she has been getting grilled by parents for the better part of the last hour. “It’s time we go meet with your academic advisors and get signed up for classes! Who’s excited?”

She gets several responses with varying degrees of enthusiasm as everyone clears their lunch trays and gathers together again. But when Mia gets up from the table, she turns and knocks fairly hard into Calliope’s stroller, jolting her, and causing her to wake. Immediately, she screams. I try to calm her by pulling her from the stroller and holding her close to me, bouncing her, rocking her back and forth, even offering her the pacifier Christian has been adamant she can only have at night. Nothing works. Her gurgly screams echo through the cavernous hall, disturbing the students and drowning out whatever our guide is trying to say. I get several dirty looks from other parents, even a few from the people in Mia’s group, so as we make our way outside, I reach out for Mia’s hand and pull her back so we can talk privately.

“I think we’re going to go.”

“What? No! You can’t go. This is the part that actually matters.”

“I know. But you’re going to have an advisor, Mia. They can help you better that I ever could. Trust me, you’re in good hands.”

“I don’t want to do this by myself.”

Calliope starts digging her fingers into the side of my face, wailing and demanding my attention. “I’m sorry, Mia.”

Her face falls, but she nods. “Alright. I’ll call you when we’re done?”

“Yeah, and text me to let me know how everything goes.” She smiles in agreement and tries to kiss Calliope, but my very red faced baby dodges her and buries her face into my shoulder where she continues to sob and drench my t-shirt in her tears. I give Mia an awkward side hug while Luke wishes her good luck, and then we hurry away back towards the parking lot where we’ve left the car.

It takes some borderline professional level wrestling moves to get Callie back into her car seat and a two ibuprofen I wash down with warm water to get us back to the house. Once we’re inside, I immediately lay her blanket down over the floor so I can change her, but she continues to fight me the entire time.

“Come on, Calli-lilly,” I practically beg as I try to pull a t-shirt down over her head. “Work with me here.”

“No!” she screams. “No! No! No!”

“What do you mean, no? You can’t be a nakie baby!”

“No!” I see the small movement of her mouth that tells me she’s about to start crying again, so I give up. I wad up the shirt and little stretch pants I planned to dress her in and shove them unceremoniously back in her diaper bag. And she revels in her victory. The little monster even has the audacity to giggle at me.

“Oh you think it’s funny?” I ask, tickling her sides. She smiles and cringes away from me, giggling more as I brush the tips of my fingers over her skin. Luke shakes his head.

“Sometimes I think that she’s Grey’s kid, through and through. But then she does something to remind me that she is, in fact, 50% you.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s stubborn and impossible, but then one little smile and all is forgiven.”

“Awh!” I pout my lips at him, but he quickly rolls his eyes before looking back down at Callie and grinning.

“Hey, I got bad news for you, kid. I’m a monster. And I’m gonna get you!” She shrieks as he launches himself from the rocking chair and crawls away from him, and I lie down on the hardwood floor to watch, grateful for a little break. She loves being chased around, and Luke happily gives her what she wants for the better part of an hour. When he’s finally exhausted, Calliope is back to my playful, happy little baby, and she stays that way for the rest of the evening. She doesn’t put up a fight when I feed her or give her a bath later, and as seven o’clock rolls around, she sits quietly in my lap, listening to the story I read to her, until the doorbell rings. Luke gets up to answer it, but she turns wide eyes to me.


“No, baby. Daddy’s at work.”

“No dada.” The disappointment is clear on her face as she snuggles into me, but Luke opens the door to let in Carter, so I simply cuddle her, rather than try to console her.

“Hey,” he greets us with a broad grin, holding up two six packs of ‘Gansett. “Am I too early?”

“Not at all.” I smile back, then look down at Calliope. “You ready for bed, munchkin?” She doesn’t reply, choosing instead to further bury her face into my t-shirt. So I tighten my hold on her and get out of the rocking chair. The closer I get to Carter, the more she tries to retreat into me.

“Can you say hi?” I ask in an encouraging voice. “Hi, Carter. Hi.”

She mumbles something into my shirt, which I think is mama, so simply hug her and give Carter an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, she’s not usually this shy.”

“That’s okay, we just met. Her name was… um…”


“Right.” He smiles and then leans in close to her, trying to get her to look at him. “Hey, Calliope. My name is Carter. I’m a friend of your mom’s.”

Again, she doesn’t respond. I try to shift her so she can’t hide her face against me, but as she moves, she shrieks and throws her body into me, nearly causing me to drop her.

“And that is when I can tell she’s Grey’s kid,” Luke interrupts with a laugh. “She hates Reed.”

Thankfully, Carter laughs too, before breaking off one of the white and red cans in his hand and tossing it Luke. They begin to talk casually with one another, catching up, so I ask Luke to order dinner and then take the opportunity to disappear back upstairs where I can put Calliope down for the night. She’s not keen to let me leave her alone in the room, but after softly singing her a few of her favorite lullabies, she drifts off enough that I can sneak out into the hallway without her making a fuss. By the time I get downstairs, the food has arrived and most of the first six pack Carter brought is gone.

“You have to go pick up Mia,” I warn Luke, narrowing my eyes at the can of beer in his hand.

“It’s not me,” he replies, and I follow my eyes to the two empties sitting on the floor by Carter.

“Hey, I’m just getting a head start,” he says. “Catch up to me, Steele.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything but a glass of wine with dinner. I think it’s safe to say I’ve lost all of my tolerance for alcohol.” I pop the tab on top of the beer can and take my first sip, surprised by how familiar it tastes despite the fact that I haven’t had a cold ‘Gansett since probably my junior year.

“Mmm,” I hum. “Memories.”

“Or the lack of,” Carter laughs. He lifts his can and after tapping the tip of mine against his, we both laugh and drink again.

It doesn’t take long for me to catch him up on everything that’s happened in my life since we last saw each other. I purposefully avoid the topic of Andrew Lincoln, but since that’s really what my entire life has been about over the last six months, I mostly have to talk about Christian and Calliope. There’s a weird moment where he tells me that the last he heard, Calliope had died when I was in labor and he only found out that wasn’t true when he came to warn me about the phone call he’d gotten from Lincoln on what turned out to be my wedding night.

“I really feel like I haven’t thanked you enough for what you did,” I tell him, but he brushes me off.

“Don’t worry about it. Seriously, I know you would have done the same for me.”

I nod. “I would. I was worried that after you and Kate broke up that you’d just kind of fade out of our lives. I’m glad we can still be friends.”

“Me too. How is Kate, anyway? I haven’t heard from her since… you know. After it happened.”

“Oh. Well, she and Elliot supposedly got married.”


I roll my eyes. “They eloped. Went to Vegas, didn’t invite me. Her driver’s license may say ‘Grey’ now, but I refuse to acknowledge the validity of their marriage until I get a damn bridesmaid’s dress.”

“She’s being serious,” Luke says. “Grey has even suggested they do a vow renewal just so Ana will stop complaining about it.”

I turn to glare at him. “You can’t have a vow renewal if you’ve never been married, Lucas.”

He shakes his head. “You see what I mean. I’m just waiting for the day when Ana tries to make a joke about how their baby is a bastard and Kate whacks her upside the head.”

“I would never say something like that!” I say indignantly, but he seems less intimidated and more like he’s trying desperately to stop himself from smiling.

“Why? Because… Calliope is… well… you know.” I reach over to find something to throw at him, and, rather than help me, Carter just looks over at me, confused.

“Kate had a baby?”

“Oh, not yet,” I tell him. “But soon. She’s due April 14th.”

“Wow. So… he really did give her every thing she wanted.” The atmosphere of the room shifts as his words echo through the room and an uncomfortable quiet falls over us. I notice Luke glance over at me out of the corner of my eye, but before I can say anything, we’re interrupted by the shrill ring of my cellphone from the other room.

“I’m sorry, that might be Christian. Hold on.” After untangling my legs and getting up off the floor, I prepare myself to tell Christian I can’t continue our fight from earlier this afternoon because I’m too busy entertaining Carter Reed, which would probably result in him magically showing up here in a seemingly impossible amount of time, but when I get to my phone, it’s not his number I see. It’s Mia’s. And while part of me is relieved, a bigger part is a little upset that Christian hasn’t called me back to talk through our fight this afternoon. It’s not like him to leave things awkward and unresolved between us.

Mia’s ready for Luke to come pick her up, so he ducks out, promising to be right back, while I settle back down on the floor across from Carter. He’s still a little off about the whole Kate revelation thing, so I nervously drag my finger over the lip of my beer can and look up at him.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “About… you know, everything that happened. I know that it was hard for you with Christian and I, and now Kate and Elliot…”

“I’m fine, Ana.”

“You’re sure? No hard feelings?”

He shakes his head. “No. Maybe at first, but not anymore. I think that I’ve had enough time to think about it to realize that… if Kate had accepted my proposal and we’d gotten married, neither one of us would have been happy. I mean, she wouldn’t stay here. You were moving away and she had that job offer from her dad. She was always going to have to go back to Seattle and that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be here. And as much as they drive me crazy, I don’t think I’d want to settle down and start a family so far from my parents. She’d never agree to leave hers. That fight would have never ended and eventually, we’d grow to resent each other and blame each other for everything we missed out on in life. I would have been her biggest mistake, and she would have been mine. In a way, the time we spent together was perfect. Exactly what is was meant to be. Now, I can think back on what we had together and be happy about what we shared instead of letting all those great memories be ruined and tainted because we didn’t let go when we should have.”

I smile and let myself relax into the wall at my back. “Yeah. God, you’re so different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the Carter Reed I knew was always more concerned about his beer pong record than doing serious introspection on his life. You never made plans past what you were doing that weekend, let alone consider what was going to make you happy long term.”

He laughs. “Yeah, well maybe law school does that to you. Or maybe it was getting waitlisted. I’d never been told no before and, honestly, if your husband hadn’t stepped in, I wouldn’t be here right now. That hit a little close to home.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t next on the waitlist. My dad nearly disowned me.”

“No, about Christian… What do you mean he stepped in?”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “He got me in. When I came to talk to him about that phone call last summer, he told me that if I was really there to help him, he wanted to help me. He offered me a job first, but when I turned it down, he said he’d get me into Harvard Law. I thought after what happened to your mom that he’d take it back but he didn’t. He made all the calls and worked whatever magic he had to work and now, here I am.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, I might have been wrong about him. He’s a good guy, your husband. And if I had to lose you to anyone, I’m glad it’s someone like him.”

“Someone like him?”

“Well, I’m never actually going to say I’m glad he stole my girlfriend in college. I’m forgiving, but I’m not a saint.” I laugh, and he reaches over to get us both another beer. From then on, it’s easy to talk to him. I can see just how much he’s grown up this year and I have to say that I’m impressed. He tells me about school and how he thinks he’s going to pull away from the corporate law path his dad wants him on and look into environmental law. Something about a case he read in class involving loggers and indigenous animals really struck a chord with him, and I can hear his passion when he tells me about all the things he can do to help the cause once he graduates. He’s even nearly quit drinking. He’s put all of his energy into being the top of his class, just like Kate. It’s a change, hearing him so dedicated to something that didn’t involve a keg or a bunch of girls bikini tops. He has a whole new lease on life and hearing the ease with which he credits Christian not only calms my nerves, but it makes me really excited for him. Carter is a good guy and I feel in the deepest parts of my soul that we’ll have nothing to worry about from him. Only years of meaningful friendship.

Luke and Mia return about thirty minutes later, but while Mia heads straight upstairs to call her parents, Luke stays behind to hang out a little while longer. Except, a little while kind of turns into a long while. Carter leaves at around eleven and only then because Luke reminds me we have an early morning flight to catch. I hug him goodbye at the door, tell him to stay in touch, and then make him promise he’ll look after my little sister next year. He agrees with a laugh, and then shakes Luke’s hand before he finally turns to go. Then we lock up the house, say goodnight, and head off to our separate rooms.

I’ve been waiting for Christian’s call for the last few hours, but it hasn’t come. Even if we are fighting, I expected him to call when he woke up this morning. I have Calliope with me after all. The fact that he didn’t makes me uneasy, so I decide to bite the bullet and be the first to break our silent cold war. But he doesn’t pick up. The phone rings twice and goes to voicemail.

He’s in meetings, Ana. And he’s with Taylor. He’s fine.

Calliope is sleeping peacefully in her pack n’ play and her small, delicate features look angelic in the muted light. It’s too much to resist. I quickly take a picture, but I don’t send it to our whole family like I normally would. I just send it to Christian, hoping to bait him into a response, even if it’s just a text. Minutes pass though and nothing. I think briefly of slipping into the bathroom and snapping a nude in the mirror, knowing that wouldn’t go unanswered, but that’s not productive either. I’m still mad about what happened and I don’t want him to think he’s just off the hook. Maybe I don’t need to scream at him like I really wanted to this afternoon, maybe I don’t need to call him all the hateful names I now regret even thinking earlier… but I do want to discuss how he hurt me, hear him validate those feelings, and to apologize. If we don’t talk about it, I’ll never know that it won’t happen again. And if I don’t trust him not to interfere with my career, every single victory or defeat I experience from this moment forward is always going to leave me with questions.

So I take my phone into bed with me, convinced he’ll call me once he’s finished with whatever he’s doing. Every few seconds, I tap the screen of my phone to check for missed calls for text messages, but there’s nothing. I fall asleep with nothing.


It’s chaos getting ready and out the door in time for our flight the next morning. Somehow, Mia has lost a shoe and she tears through everything trying to find it. She’s made it very clear that she has no intention of leaving this house until it’s packed safely in her bag, so Luke helps her look. Meanwhile, I sit on the floor downstairs with Calliope in my lap, trying to feed her a jar of mashed pears, which she refuses over and over again.

“Dada,” she whines.

“I know, baby. I miss him too. But we’re going to see him tonight, I promise. Just eat for me, please.”

“No, dada! Dada!”

Sighing in defeat, I reach for my phone on the other side of the blanket and try to call Christian again, this time on FaceTime so Calliope can associate his voice with his face. But once again, he doesn’t pick up and the understanding side of me that tried to excuse his rejection yesterday dissipates under the weight of my anguished cries. He has no right to be upset with me. This fight is his fault, and he shouldn’t be ignoring me. Especially when I have his daughter.

“Found it,” Luke says, coming down the stairs. “It was already in her bag, can you believe that?

“You don’t say,” I reply sourly, and he frowns.

“You ready?”

“Yeah. Callie won’t eat so we’ll have to try once we get to the airport.”

“A hungry, cranky baby on a plane? What could possibly go wrong?”

I glare at him, then gather everything I can reach and start stuffing Calliope’s diaper bag so we can go. It’s unorganized and anything I need will undoubtedly be impossible to find, but that’s a problem for future Ana to deal with.

We barely get out the door on time and Luke has to race down the freeway so we’re not late. Thankfully, it’s Sunday, so traffic is fairly light, but the airport itself is packed. There’s a line to return our rental car, there’s a line to wait for the shuttle to the terminal, and there is a line in front of every ticket kiosk at the Delta counter. I fidget uncomfortably with Calliope in my arms, while she points at any man in a suit who passes us, asking for Christian, until I finally am able to insert my credit card in the machine to print out my ticket. And after all of that, a message pops up that tells me I need to speak with a Delta employee.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I exclaim in frustration, and when Mia gets the same message that I did, she shrugs and reaches out to place a comforting hand on my arm.

“Hey, maybe Christian called and got us upgraded.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

We gather all of our luggage together and tell Mia to wait with Calliope while Luke and I go to the counter to figure out what’s going on. Unfortunately, it’s not an upgrade at all. Our flight home was overbooked and we’ve been bumped to a different flight later in the afternoon. I argue. I ask to speak to a supervisor, and then that person’s supervisor. I even drop Christian’s name and threaten to get the company’s CEO involved, but all to no avail. By the time I speak to anyone who has the authority to help us, the doors have been closed and the plane has left the gate.

“So what do we do?” Luke asks.

“Nothing,” Mia grumbles. “We already gave up our car, its not like we can go anywhere.”

“Let’s just go wait at the gate. There’s food inside and if Calliope will eat, maybe I can do a few laps around the airport with her in the stroller and get her to fall asleep before we finally get on a plane. If we ever get on a plane.”

“Alright,” Luke says. “Lets go.”

Once we get past security, we find our gate and then search out something to eat for breakfast. Unfortunately, the only place in our terminal is a sports bar type restaurant that only serves greasy food and plays Red Sox baseball on the TV. Luke’s game though, and Mia makes it clear that she will very happily go ham on some fries, so I wait for the waitress to take our order and then duck into the Hudson News directly across from us to buy a banana for Calliope. It’s actually the first thing this morning that seems to work out. Luke is content to watch sports and drink Bloody Mary’s, Mia snaps a picture of her food to post on PixC and then calls Tibby to recount every second of her weekend, and hunger has finally won out enough for Calliope to actually want to eat the banana I offer her. Only, she doesn’t want to just take a bite off the end. She wants to hold it. But when I break off the tip and hand it to her, she squishes it in her hand and wipes it all over herself. Then she looks down at the mess and starts to cry again.

“Well, you see, that’s what happens!” I say irritably, picking up a cloth napkin from the table and wiping her down as best I can. Mia fishes out an new shirt we can change her into from the diaper bag, but as I get up to take her to the bathroom, Luke’s phone rings and it diverts my attention.

“Taylor?” I ask. He shakes his head and holds up a finger. Mia gets up and offers to change Calliope, and though I let her, I quickly regret that decision when I realize the phone call Luke takes has nothing to do with Christian.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “We got bumped from our flight, so we’ll be a few hours late. You should just wait for me at home. I’ll make Ana drive me back when we land. Oh, it was fine. How about you? What did you do this weekend?”

I slump back into my chair and feel an unpleasant mixture of irritation and jealousy as I listen to Luke’s phone call. Jade is seemingly very interested in Luke’s trip and wants to talk to him so badly, she won’t let him end the call. I can’t even get Christian to answer the phone.

“Everything alright?” Mia asks, as she sets a now clean Calliope back into the high chair pushed up to the table.

“Yeah, fine.”

“You sure? You seem a little… off today.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine.”

“Do you think that if you tell people that enough, you might start to believe it too?” Her poignant remark, which echoes so many of the thoughts I’ve had over the past few months, strikes a cord. But when I turn to argue with her, she simply raises a challenging eyebrow and I feel the fight drain out of me.

“Christian and I are fighting,” I reply.

“You two are always fighting.”

“No we aren’t!”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. You being so stubborn and him being so controlling never leads to any arguments in the Grey household. How could I possibly think there could ever be something wrong between the two of you?”

Despite myself, I laugh. “We still don’t fight all the time.”

“Okay, well, what are you fighting about this time?”

“Me being stubborn and him being controlling.”

“You don’t say!” She smiles broadly and then picks up a fry, dips it in ketchup, and hands it to me. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No,” I reply while I chew. “Not in front of Calliope.”

“Well, whatever it is, it’s probably not as serious as you think it is. It’s hard to tell what someone is actually feeling over the phone, maybe you two just need to talk in person.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

“If it helps, he didn’t even seem irritated when I talked to him this morning. So, he can’t be that mad.”

I drop the fry I was reaching over to get and gape back at her. “You talked to him?”

“Yeah, he called me this morning to find out how registration went. I think he said that whatever he and Ros are doing over there was going well, so he’ll probably be in a good mood when he gets home. Might make things easier.”

“Oh, no.” I grit my teeth together and ball up a napkin in my hand. “Easy is not what this is going to be.”

“What do you…?” Her words cut off as a disembodied voice comes over the loud speaker and announces that our flight has begun boarding. Quickly, I pay the bill and then hurry with Luke and Mia to get to our gate. On the plane, Mia takes the same seat across the aisle from Luke, Callie, and I, so our conversation is effectively over. Luke looks at me curiously, as if he too senses that I need to talk, but I don’t. Not to him. Not to Mia. The person that I need to talk to has chosen to be silent and I won’t get the chance to make him talk to me until late tonight.


It’s dinner time when we land in Seattle, and Woods is waiting for us at the airport. Our first stop is to drop Luke off at his apartment with Jade, and then to drop Mia off at the apartment downtown that Carrick and Grace now live in full time. They ask me to stay and have dinner with them, even offer to call Kate and Elliot over, but I’m fried and just want to get Calliope to bed, read a book, and drink a large glass of wine.

“Well, why don’t you leave her here with us?” Grace suggests. “You and Christian have been apart all weekend, I’m sure you’d like a night off from parenting to… get reacquainted.”

It’s not a bad idea. It very possible that Christian and I could wake up the entire house screaming at each other tonight and I don’t want Calliope around that. But still…

“Thank you, Grace. But he’s going to want to see her when he gets home.”

She sighs. “Of course he will. Well, we’ll see you all next weekend at the baby shower.”

“Yes, you will.” I smile and accept her warm hug, then wave good-bye to Mia and Carrick before heading back to the car.

At home, all the stress of the day melts away. Gail has dinner ready, even though it’s still her night off, and despite my protests she pours the large glass of wine I’ve been dying for since early this morning. Calliope is excited to get back to all of her toys and I watch her play with them and crawl around the living room until she’s too tired to continue. Then I give her a bath, read her favorite story, and put her to bed. Before I even lay her down in her crib, she’s out for the count.

But once Calliope is asleep for the night, the wait begins. Christian’s flight from Taiwan is much longer than our flight from Boston, and I have no idea when he’s actually going to get here because he didn’t call me when he took off. I probably wouldn’t have waited up for him, but I don’t want to be mad at him anymore. I just want to talk this out and get back to the perfect place that only exists when he and I are in sync with one another. So I wait. I pour a second glass of wine and curl up in front of the fireplace, reading the book I took to Boston with me until I’m fighting my eyelids.

It’s the alarm on the door that tells me he’s arrived. The electronic beep sounds through the empty entryway, and after I listen to him punch the code into the keypad, I hear him dismiss Taylor for the night. He sounds tired, which will either work for me, or against me.

“Christian!” I call, and the voices in the foyer stop. I hear each of his footsteps across the marble floors until he appears through the archway at the front of the living room.

“Why are you awake?” he asks.

“I waited up for you.”

“Why?” His voice is sharp, cold, and it makes all of my muscles tighten defensively.

“Because I want to talk to you.”

“Oh, now you want to talk? When there’s nothing left to talk about? You took that job without consulting me, Anastasia. You made this decision all on your own, what am I supposed to say to that?”

“You’re supposed to say your sorry.”

“Sorry? You expect me to apologize?”

“Yes, I do.”

He shakes his head in disgust and backs away from me. “No. I will not apologize for doing what I thought was best. I will not apologize for the decisions I make to protect you.”

“Protect me? Christian how on earth does this protect me?” I’m screaming loud enough that my words seem to hit him like a physical object. He cringes and then falters back again, though this time not of his own volition. It makes me take pause and when he looks up at me again, his eyes are swimming with pain.

“Anastasia.” The hoarsely whispered word echoes through my ears and then I watch in horror as he collapses to the ground. The impact shifts his jacket and I see a stain of red blood wash over his abdomen, growing darker as his skin grows pale.

“Christian?” I shriek, flying across the room to his side. “Christian, what happened to you?” His blood coats my hands as I look for wound and come up empty handed. There’s nothing for me to apply pressure to, nothing for me to fix and make him better. I can’t find the source of the bleeding, so I reach up and press my red tinted fingers into his throat, searching for a pulse.

Nothing. There’s nothing.


“Ana!” I’m jolted awake, gasping for air, and find Christian kneeling next to the couch by my side. He’s no longer pale, no longer writhing in agony, and it takes me several seconds to realize he’s wearing something entirely different.

It was a dream.

“Hey,” he breathes, squeezing my hand in his and rubbing his thumb gently over mine. “Are you okay?”

A sob forces its way out of my chest and I throw my arms around him, hugging him as close to me as I can and breathing in his scent as though it were oxygen after too much deprivation. His strong arms wrap around me and his hand moves soothingly over my back, until I’ve stropped trembling and can speak without the impediment of tears.

I pull back and look him, drinking him in and feeling nothing but appreciation for soft gray that flickers in the light of the low burning fire. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He leans in and kisses me, softly, but I once again wrap my arms behind his neck and pull him into me. I pour everything into that kiss. The fear from dream, the anger from our fight, and the longing that I’ve felt for him since the moment we left one another at the airport. It’s suffocating, but in a good way. Like air is not worth being apart from him for even a second. Eventually though, he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine.

“You didn’t call,” I whisper.

“I didn’t want to fight. I’m hate fighting with you, Anastasia.”

“I don’t like fighting with you either, but that doesn’t mean we can just avoid conflict. We have to communicate with each other. That’s how this whole thing started in the first place. No communication.”

“I didn’t know what to say to you. I know that you’re mad and I know that you have every right to be furious with me… but I can’t tell you that I’m sorry. I’m not. If I had it to do over again, I would make the same decision. I promise you that my intentions were good and while you may not agree with me, I did it because I was trying to take care of you. That’s all I want. I’m so scared that you’re not ready for this and we’re going to lose what little progress we’ve made. I can’t watch you break again, Ana. I can’t.”

I chew on my bottom lip and reach out to cup his face in the palm of my hand. He leans into my touch, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling of it, then looks back up at me, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“I’m not going to break, Christian. Not because of this. You’ve got to stop treating me like I’m fragile. I won’t tell you that I’m fine, because I know you don’t believe me when I say that, but if there is any hope of getting back to the person I used to be, then I have to move on. This is what I want to move on to. It gives me purpose and it makes me feel…” I pause trying to find the right word, but I don’t have to. He finds it for me.

“Fulfilled. You like helping others and this enables you to do that. You like solving problems, and this gives you plenty of problems to solve. You like accomplishing things on your own and feeling proud over what you’ve achieved. I know that about you. I love that about you. But the on your own thing… that’s the part that scares me.”


“When you’re here, I know you’re safe. Here, I have security, and gates, and codes, and panic rooms… I don’t have any of that at GSP. Nothing. No control. Sending you out there, beyond the things that I can control feels worse than terrifying. It feels impossible.”

I take a deep breath and nod. “Okay. Then… I’ll come work Grey Publishing. Just like we planned.”

“No.” He shakes his head and I automatically lean back in surprise.


“You won’t find what you’re looking for at GP. There’s nothing for you to do there except go to work and carry on with business as usual. That’s not what you want and it was selfish of me to try and force you into it. Especially if this is what you need to heal. I should know better than anyone what it’s like to have people try and make you smaller than you know you were destined to be. So, I think you should go work at Greenwich. At GP, you’d be great. But at Greenwich, you’d be extraordinary.”

I smile. “You think so?”

“No. I know so.”

“I’m going to have to travel.”

“I know, and we’ll find a way to make that work for both of us. And for Calliope.”

“Everything I accomplish going forward is going to be against your best interest. Every author I sign will be one GP didn’t.”

“And I’ll be just proud of you as I would have been had you come to work for me. I’m your husband first, Ana. CEO, second.”

“But what about Carmen? This isn’t just a rival publishing house, this is one of the biggest competitors for your whole business.”

“And there’s something really hot about the idea of sleeping with the enemy.” He smiles, then growls slightly as he leans into me and takes my lips with his, but I quickly squirm away.

“Wait, don’t you want to go see Calliope?”

He considers this for a moment, but ultimately shakes his head. “I’ll get her up in the morning. What I want, right now, is you. Only you.” He kisses me again, and this time, I don’t fight him off. I return his passion with equal fervor and when he lifts me into his arms and carries me off to our bedroom, the only thing I find myself not content with is the all too slow speed with which he moves.

Next Chapter


35 thoughts on “Chapter 09

  1. I loved this chapter for multiple reasons. First, it is nice to see Carter finally maturing. AND knowing that there will be someone at Harvard that could look after Mia. Secondly, Calliope missing her dada. As well as cute Calliope, victorious in being an almost-naked baby! Her triumph over getting her own way, as well as Luke’s comments about how Calliope is most like Ana when being stubborn AND how she then, somehow, gets everyone to forgive and love her for it!

    Lastly, I loved how Christian had come around to Ana’s way of thinking by the time he got home, although I didn’t like his silent treatment prior to that. Still, Christian wasn’t meaning it that way—he just didn’t want to fight with Ana on the phone. Christian really DOES love Ana, and they really are better together. Ana is the one person that can make Christian think and empathize and even concede power. When it really counts in their relationship, Christian KNOWS he can’t overrun Ana or her feelings. NOW Christian just needs to be the same way with the REST of his family, including his father.

    This chapter turned into a calm-before-the-storm chapter. I hope Christian can continue to be empathetic and understanding when he finds out about Astor! (Fat chance, but, hey, we can always hope.) Christian might also have been even more understanding after finding Ana had had another nightmare.

    (Oh, and Mia’s comments about Ana and Christian always fighting over her being stubborn and him be contolling! HeeHeeHee! Loved how Ana admitted that those reasons were EXACTLY why they were fighting. At least both she AND Christian can realize this. AND Christian does NOT want to hold Ana back—he wants her to succeed and be happy.)

    Still, at the end of the day, seeing how unhappy Calliope got without one of her parents makes me wonder how SHE will handle Mommy AND Daddy having careers that cause them to need to be absent from home. After all, Ana can’t walk out or away from a client when Calliope starts crying everytime. And Calliope may not be content with travelling a lot without Daddy there, too. It will be interesting to see how CALLIOPE handles everything. AND the extra stress that places on everyone else, as it doesn’t sound like Calliope is overly happy with a nanny as it is.

    Finally, I enjoyed the whole Ana/Carter exchange. That actually worried me, at first, when Ana was so quick to seemingly distrust Carter. But she talked with Carter and re-established their friendship. Carter has come a long ways, and he seems to have really put any prior resentment of Christian behind him, just as Astor seems to have done. I really enjoyed seeing how far ALL the characters have come, even Luke, who seemingly now DOES want a real relationship and even a Calliope of his own.

    (And really, can’t you just see it—a little mini-Luke toddling after Calliope and mini-Kate! Oh the mischief those three could achieve! Yep, definitely food for thought for Tara’s book(s) on Calliope!)

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  2. And completely off-topic. But must be said. That pick of Jaimie as broody-Christian. In a gray shirt. Yeah, that DEFINITELY works for me. Perfect way to start off ANY chapter! (Although, a shirtless Christian. . . .need to go clean that instant drool off the keyboard!)


  3. Can I just say…GO CHRISTIAN!!!!!

    But why do I feel this is the calm before the storm….????

    Great chapter!!!


  4. I am so glad they made up, but still feel iffy about Ana going to work for Carmen. Time will tell about her. I’m so glad she and Carter talked. I think that was long overdue.

    I am still very nervous about this path Ana and Christian are going down under the guise of protecting each other/their family. They are treading on dangerous ground. I get that they want to make sure another incident, like the last one, doesn’t happen. However, they are going about it all wrong. I love them and their love for each other.

    Another great chapter, Tara. Thank you ❤ 🙂


    1. I’m entirely with you on your review and agree 100%.

      “Iffy” is exactly how I feel when thinking about Carmen and Ana. After all, what kind of company showrunner clearly (and almost pathologically) hates her competition that has triumphed over her (Christian) time and time again, yet freely agrees to his demand when he calls her up and tells her not to hire his wife. I mean, really Carmen? You base your hiring principles on a call from your competition when you know NOTHING about that situation. And how would she really expect to “cash in” on this “favor” from Christian?

      Carmen seemingly hates Christian but agrees to his request and, seemingly, acts spitefully towards his wife. THEN accuses Ana of being some sort of “spy,” and her treatment of Wallace during that whole exchange only shows what she thinks of the people under her. THEN after that chaotic interview, filled with seemingly paranoid accusations (when she really expects to get a FAVOR out of Christian for making his wife feel bad?), Carmen suddenly realizes she has NO idea what she is doing and NEEDS Ana. Then guarantees a husband/wife squabble by filling Ana in on Christian’s call?

      So Carmen’s way of handling things comes off more like a spoiled, petulant child determined to prove herself at the expense of others. And she surely isn’t decisive, given how she handled this whole situation. Ana sees the JOB as being the ideal one for herself, BUT it is the employer that actually controls how much any employee can do. Being outside of her home for long hours is going to be taxing on Ana after everything that has already happened to her, and having an erractic, demanding employer would not help the situation. So I’m worried Ana may be biting off more than she wants to chew. Only time will tell.

      As to the Carter situation: I get why Ana hadn’t spoken to him before this. She had so much to have to cope with, after Andrew’s attack. But Carter willingly placed himself in harm’s way just to try to help save Ana, Kate and their family and friends. AND he tried to help save Ana’s mother and was shot for his troubles. He could have died, and he certainly saw others, including ANa’s mother, die around him.

      So Carter has character. He just still lacked maturity, and now, he is finally coming into his own. He seems like a truly decent man, that was even willing to sacrifice the possibility of his dream in order to help others (since, after all, Andrew Lincoln had promised him Harvard Law if he helped him. And Carter went right to Christian and Ana. After all, Carter couldn’t be guaranteed that Christian would live up to his promise or that he would even be successful if he tried.).

      AND Carter is placed in a position to be there for Mia when she needs someone when she comes to Harvard. And if ANYONE understood Mia’s situation in life, it is Carter. CARTER had the same kind of dysfunctional family, evidentally, as Mia. Carter faced the same demands/expectations on him that Mia originally struggled with. But like Mia, Carter actually found he wanted to be at Harvard for himself, not just because it was what his father wanted. And both Mia and Carter have come to terms with their families and want to be there for them.

      BOTH Mia and Carter went through self-destructive periods where they acted immaturely. But NOW, both seem motivated and in good places. I could really see Mia and Carter potentially having MORE than a friendship on down the road. After all, the age range between the two is the same as the original Ana/Christian one in the EL James’ version. So there is real potential there, even if it is only friendship.

      Like you, I’m also nervous about Ana and Christian and how they are coping with everything. STILL, though, both of them truly love each other, AND they have good family and friend support. And most importantly, BOTH of them love and are devoted to Calliope and being good parents for her. So I feel they will work through their issues. (Plus, this is Tara we are talking about. She would never give us such wonderful versions of Ana and CHristian for multiple books only to have them crushed by the worst of mankind in the end. So I’m anticipating a happy ending, not a bitter horrible one.)

      But ANa and Christian had better get their act together soon, as Calliope is obviously VERY intelligent and will be able to work her parents (especially Christian, who she clearly has wrapped around her adorable little fingers. At least until she gets to dating age, at which point the barricades will go up and the private security army and trenchwarfare and barbed wire come into play, no matter how much she pleads for autonomy and independence!).

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  5. I love it when they fight but I love it even more when they make up. They r young and still new to this relationship thing but they do love each other and are smart enough to know when to compromise and make it work. I love how Ana is now being cautious enough to scope out any potential threats that might come her family’s way. It’s sad how distrusting she has become but there was good reason for the distrusting part. Great stuff as always.


  6. I am totally psyched for Ana to work for Carmen (I picture Angela Basset, BTW, when you write her dialogue). Working for and with a strong, seemingly fearless woman leader will (hopefully) do Ana a world of good.

    I agree with ToriK’a comment about enjoying how many of the characters (Astor, Carter, Mia) have matured. It’s nice to see.

    Do you think you’ll ever post a pic about what you envision Calliope to look like? I gotta see this baby! 😄


    1. Haha, that’s funny that you pictured Angela Bassett cause I was thinking Olivia Pope.

      And I have one picture of Ana and Callie that I haven’t decided whether or not I’ll use. If I don’t, I’ll still find a way to share it.


  7. I am scared if what the future holds also at equal part really excited for it. I am trilled that Ana is doing her things because I have been pro Ana so really glad for the compromise made. I was furious about the silent treatreatment from christian even after knowing his reasoning because nothing can be an explanation to cover silence, in fact I think Ana’s response was pretty tame to what I was expecting(progress…. maybe??) I am worried about what this means for calliy because we have read different book about a child feeling unimportant and second to their parents work, so I don’t want that for callie, that hits to close to home from my faviourite heroine whom I cursed their parents to he’ll and back*frowning *
    Can you see the range of emotions I went through just reading this chapter.*happy dance* honestly I am once again awed by your writing skill. Don’t ever stop it will be a travesty to the literature world
    a big fan from Ethiopia


  8. Great update! I’m loving this next chapter in their story, and can’t wait to see where you take our favorite couple!


  9. Fantastic chapter. Talking and communicating with each other their deepest thoughts are what count. They understand what each needs. She’s right they need to address their issues in order to move forward. And they did. Love too Christian explains why and how he can keep Ana safe in GP yet wants her to flourish in GSP and they’ll work a plan for the best of their family, that’s really great. We have yet to feel Carmen when Ana is onboard but don’t really trust her. I like this Carter. He rather had the best and move on than future heartbreaks. He could watch out for Mia since they’re studying together. So adorable Callie is and her being Christian’s daughter is so right. Thank you for the great update, I love this chapter❤Xoxo daytona


  10. Guess Carter won’t be on that list that Ana and Luke have going. Wow Christian really came through for Carter getting him off the waitlist and right in Harvard Law.

    That dream sure helped with Ana’s attitude towards Christian. 🙂 No so mad at him anymore. WOW Christian sure surprised Ana (and me) after Ana told him she would go back to GP and he said, “no!” He wants her to fulfill her dreams and have what she needs to heal herself. Our Christian is growing up. 🙂 That was a GREAT line after Ana told him that she would be working for GSP which is his biggest competitor and he stated, “There’s something hot about sleeping with the enemy.” Loved that one. BUT how is that really going to work if Ana needs to travel or could those authors and/or staff come to her instead? Maybe that could be arranged?


  11. I wonder if Luke is starting to want to move on, and I’m sure will be encouraged to do so by Jade. I think he’s starting to disapprove of Ana’s plans, and also doesn’t want to lose Taylor as a friend. Who’s going to be with Ana all day every day while she works? Anxiously awaiting the next chapter … and the one after that … and so on.

    Thanks for giving me something to look forward to on Mondays, Tara

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    1. I think you are right about Luke wanting a real life with Jade. And that means having the time to actually spend with her.

      STILL, though, Luke feels EXTREME GUILT over what happened to Ana, in particular, and felt that if he had just worked harder, been better, etc., then he would have kept it all from happening. And that guilt and trauma is working on him to make him DETERMINED to see this through and help Ana feel safe, no matter the cost. He feels he failed her once and can’t do it again.

      So Luke has his OWN issues, which will keep him on this journey/quest with Ana (although maybe Jade will figure it out and stage her own intervention. I don’t think she has been around long enough to be confident enough to confront Ana AND Luke about why they are doing what they are doing.).

      But since Jade IS clearly becoming more important to Luke on a daily basis, my hope is that Luke WILL want to be in a positive place and maybe realize how he, himself, has been affected by all this. Or maybe Taylor will see and intervene. It remains to be seen, PARTICULARLY in how far Ana and Luke go with the revenge/safety plan. The reality is that a LOT could come crashing down on them if stirring things up amongst the wrong people promotes a retaliation plan that affects MORE than just Ana, Luke and Christian.

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  12. BTW, just curiosity, what happened to the Esclava salons? Did Grace buy them and close them the way she threatened to? Does GEH still own them?



    1. I think we can safely assume that the salons are closed. After all, they were used to launder money, so Grace wouldn’t have been able or willing to buy them while the IRS and criminal investigations were underway. We know Elena’s assets were frozen, so the salons would have had to be closed, especially given the GEH tax audit and investigation. Elena would NOT have seen any profits from their sale or closure, though, given the criminal activity.


  13. Yes, indeed. The calm before the storm. Memory Lane at Harvard was a nice read, Ana reminiscing about her early years there. Running into Carter, and crossing him off the Hurt List was a good idea since he warned Christian about Lincoln, and took a bullet for his efforts. Ana didn’t even think to call. Guess poor Carter is used to bring used. Ana’s nightmares are unabated. I didn’t realize how bad they until Christian stated he couldn’t go through it again like the first time if he couldn’t keep Ana safe. So, Ana will take the job at Greenwuch. Hope they have child care onsite, or space available for a nanny and Callie.


    1. I think Ana had FAR too much going on and was having so many nightmares and couldn’t even leave her room for so long after the Lincoln attack which explains why she didn’t even think of Carter. Plus, CHristian obviously hadn’t told Ana much (if anything) about his deal and plans with Carter. He didn’t want to worry Ana, obviously, and it WAS his wedding night.

      AND I would argue that Carter was NOT used. Certainly not by Ana, who never knew of the plan revolving around Carter until AFTER everything went down. And Christian was straightforward wtih Carter about what he was getting into AND that he would reward him accordingly for his efforts. Which he did.

      But despite how far Christian has come, he does NOT want to dwell on the fact that Carter secretly carried a torch for his wife for so many years. So given ALL that was discussed in that particular Outtake, I get why Christian didn’t share with his wife. (And again, this happened on his WEDDING night. You think he really wanted to dwell on Carter then?) With the Kate/Elliot stuff thrown in, Chrisitian would NOT want to discuss the FULL contents of that conversation wtih Ana or anyone else due to his leftover insecurities issues where Ana is concerned. While WE all know that Christian has nothing to worry about in regards to Ana falling out of love with him, Christian harbors his OWN remaining trauma issues from Ana leaving him due to the fallout over the original Elena trial.

      So I get Ana never got a chance to follow-up with Carter following his release from the hospital. With everything ELSE that happened, she just wasn’t in a place to even think about him and what he went through. After all, the nightmares in this chapter show JUST HOW MUCH Ana still suffers from that traumatic night.

      But I’m so glad that Carter and Ana got this chance to talk and rediscover their friendship. PLUS, Ana gets to see firsthand how much Carter has matured. Carter AND Mia have gone through so many of the same things with their family, the expectations of said family, and learning to “carve their way through the woods” as Ana previously explained to Mia. Both have matured, and I like the idea of Mia having someone she KNOWS has contacts with Ana AND Kate that CAN be relied on to be there for her while she is at Harvard.

      After all, Mia, herself, has SERIOUS trust issues that will undoubtedly come in the way of her making friends and dating, no matter how much progress she has made. SO having someone else that KNOWS what her family went through and suffered, himself, from the Lincoln fallout should give Mia a contact that can be there for her, if she needs it. (And knowing Mia, the more positive contacts she develops, the better. Anything to get her away from that Tibby, who doesn’t seem like the best influence on Mia.)


  14. “Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”
    – Virginia Woolf
    “Everyone grows but not everyone becomes mature.”
    – Kemi Sogunle
    “She endures in times of hardship. She takes pain and fuels it to her advantage. She knows in order to achieve her greatest expression she must embrace her demons. She would rather struggle than be stagnant.”
    – Kristin Michelle Elizabeth
    “Dialog is to love what blood is to the body.”
    – Unknown
    “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ come together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.”
    – Dave Meur


  15. I’m so glad everything’s okay now between them. You got me going there for a second with that bleeding wound! I look forward to the next chapter. I love this story😊


  16. Great chapter. I’m glad Carter is a more mature good guy. Hopefully this job will help fix her as long as their marriage and family don’t suffer because of it. Can’t wait. Thank you.


  17. Carmen has to have some motive in hiring Ana but Ana will have to find out and solve her own problem since that is what she wants to do without Christian’s interference. People learn from their mistakes and Ana is not infallible that she will not have any. Maybe she will outdo, outmaneuver Carmen and see who will win and she might even end up acquiring the publishing company too. Plenty of events can come out of this scenario eventually. So, Christian is giving her free reign in deciding what she wants to do about a job she wants to have. Let her swim and navigate through it all and become victorious.

    First year law school I heard is usually the toughest so Carter was probably just showing the pressure of it but at the end he was able to loosen up and be a good company to Ana and Luke. I hope he will be an older type guidance for Mia at Harvard to help her navigate the appropriate paths.

    I like how Christian has avoided the confrontational way of dealing with Ana so their marriage is not affected by it and he will not be blamed for anything that may be a discontent on her part. Christian is still the stronger person in this marriage and will do his best to stay in harmony. It is up to Ana to seek his advice in business if needed and should not think she knows it all because in reality her experience is still limited. Both of them are doing projects unknown to each of them but with the main purpose of safeguarding each one of them and their family that could also become problematic for both of them.
    More chapters coming for us to read that will fill all our curious minds. Thank you, Tara. Excellent as alway.

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  18. Why does Christian ALWAYS have to be the one giving in?….lol. I really dislike her going to work for the enemy. It seems like a betrayal almost. I might not feel that way IF she wasn’t lying to him every day.


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