A/N: Last chapter. I kind of had too much fun with finding twins and Christian/baby manips...so my pinterest is swimming with new pins. Don't forget to check it out!

I had a really hard time writing this chapter and it's still not where I want it to be, but sometimes you just have to let it be. It is what it is. Maybe some day I'll edit it to what I had pictured it to be.

I hope you all enjoy the final chapter the way it turned out. :)

"Do you have our birth plan?" Anastasia asked Christian while they were in their bedroom, packing and double checking that they had everything for the hospital. It was Saturday night and they would be checking into the hospital very early on Monday morning so she could be induced. Both were excited, but nervous. Anastasia could feel the children running out of room already, so she knew it was time, but at the same time, the thought of bringing home two newborns to take care of scared the hell out of her.

"It's right here." Christian said, holding up a manila folder. They had spoken in depth what they both wanted and Christian decided it was best to have it all in writing so he could hand it out to the nursing staff. He didn't want any confusion on how they wanted everything done and Anastasia couldn't help, but give him that much. They both had done extensive research on birthing twins and she knew he wouldn't have much control in the situation. She hoped that having Grace in the room while she labored would help keep Christian calm.

He slipped the folder into their duffel bag along with his clothes while she emptied the diaper bag and refilled it for the umpteenth time. Once she was finished, she zipped it back up and placed it next to the duffel bag. She plopped down on the bed and rubbed her face.

Christian sat next to her and squeezed her to him. "I'm sure we've got everything. If not, that's why we have Taylor and Sawyer."

She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. "It isn't that. I just don't feel right...my body I mean. Something feels off. I'm anxious and antsy...like my body won't relax. It's like my whole body has restless leg syndrome or something."

"It's not just nerves?" Christian asked, rubbing her large stomach.

Anastasia shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll feel better if we go downstairs and make some hot chocolate."

He smiled. "Sure, baby." He stood and offered a hand to her.

"Go ahead and put the kettle on. I'm going to use the restroom first."

Christian made his way downstairs while Anastasia used the restroom. She stood to pull up her sweatpants and felt a warm liquid roll down her leg.

"Holy shit!" She hurried to pull her bottoms up so she could hurry down and tell Christian.

Once she made her way down, she found him in the kitchen filling their Kitchenaid kettle.

"Christian! My water broke!"

The kettle dropped from his hand as he swung around to face her, the kettle hitting the floor with a crash and the water spilling everywhere.

"But that isn't part of our birth plan, Anastasia!"

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'll just keep them in for the next two days!"

"You're right...okay. I'm sorry. Just let me think..." Christian began to pace, completely ignoring the puddle of water as he padded through it. His hands clutched at the sides of his hair and Anastasia couldn't help, but be amused.

After pacing for almost a minute, he turned back towards her. "Okay...so we're going to the hospital. I'll get our bags and we'll head there now."

Anastasia nodded slowly. "Yes, very good honey." He paced all that time to come to that conclusion? She bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

He gave her a nod. "Great." He started to walk towards the living room, his steps becoming faster with each stride and by the time he made it to the door, he was practically at a run.

Christian yanked the French door open. "TAYLOR! GET THE CAR!" He slammed the door shut and hurried towards the stairs.

"I think a phone call would have sufficed..." Anastasia mentioned, giggling. She hadn't even started having contractions, yet. There really wasn't any need to panic.

She watched him trip up the stairs, both hands yanking at his hair, while he mumbled to himself. She hadn't meant to send him over the deep end.

While Christian was upstairs doing God-knows-what-probably pulling his hair out and putting his shoes on the wrong foot-Taylor entered the house, looking desheveled.

"I'm getting the keys, Mrs. Grey."

She smiled at him. "Thank you, Taylor. I'm sorry that Mr. Grey bothered you this late. My water just broke and he seems to have lost his mind."

His eyes widened. "It has? We better get going then!" Taylor looked around. "Where is Mr. Grey?"

She giggled. "He's supposed be upstairs grabbing our bags off the bed, but he should have been back... He probably forgot how to tie his shoes by now."

"Would you like me to go collect him for you?" Taylor asked, looking amused.

She smiled back at him. "Yes, Taylor. That would be lovely."

He nodded. "Good. Why don't you have a seat on the chair while I go find him?"

Anastasia nodded. "Sure." She watched him disappear up the stairs and hurried to the linen closet to grab a couple towels. She placed them on the floor of the kitchen and tried to dry the floor the best she could. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled her way across the floor to dry it up, when she was stopped by a pair of purple slippers. She looked up to see Gail with her hand on her hip.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

Anastasia laughed and started to stand, Gail helping her. "I was just cleaning up Christian's mess."

Gail bent to pick up the towels. "Mrs. Grey, you are too far along! What if you go into labor?"

She laughed. "I already am. That's why Christian dropped the kettle."

Gail gasped. "Really?" She squealed and pulled Anastasia in for a hug. "Really?" She asked again, holding onto Anastasia's arms.

Anastasia nodded. "My water broke. No contractions, though, yet."

Gail was beaming. "Well, they'll come soon!"

"Should I wait until I start having them?" Anastasia asked.

"Why don't you call the doctor?" Gail advised, picking up the house phone and pulling Dr. Greene's cell phone number up before handing it to Anastasia.

It rang three times before the doctor answered, sounding groggy. She was obviously sleeping and Anastasia felt bad.

"Dr. Greene? It's Ana Grey. I'm terribly sorry for waking you, but my water broke and I wasn't sure when I should head to the hospital. I haven't had any contractions, yet."

"It's no problem, Ana. Go ahead and go to the hospital now. With it being twins, I want to watch you closely in case we need to do a cesarean. I'm going to grab a few more hours of shut eye and then I'll be there. If anything happens in the meantime, don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you, Dr. Greene. See you soon."

XxXxXx

Anastasia had her shoes on, her handbag on her shoulder, and had texted the family by the time Christian and Taylor reappeared. She heard thundering footsteps down the steps and Christian ran right past her with the duffel, baby bag, and two pillows.

"We've got everything, Taylor! Let's go!" Taylor followed after him with another bag and two pumpkin seats. The door slammed behind them and the women looked at one another.

"Did he just-"

The door opened again and Christian came back in.

"Forget something?" Anastasia asked.

"Hush." He grabbed her and picked her up, carrying her out the door.

Anastasia laughed. "I can walk you know."

"This way I know you make it to the car in a timely manner."

"Gail!" Anastasia called out.

Gail waved. "I'll be there in a bit! Just going to get things ready here first!"

Christian threw her in the car and buckled her seatbelt, before jumping in himself.

"Go, Taylor!" Taylor was obviously not moving fast enough for his liking.

"Christian, will you relax? I haven't even started having contractions, yet! We have loads of time."

Christian kept running his hands through his hair. "You don't know that, Anastasia...I want to make sure we're there if something goes wrong! The doctor said...SHIT! I've forgotten to call-"

"Relax! I've already called her!" Anastasia interrupted.

Christian took a deep breath and she noticed that his shoulders slump a little in relief.

XxXxXx

"Here is your gown. Go ahead and get into it and I'll be back to hook you up." Mila, the nurse, explained. She pulled the curtain and closed the door to give them their privacy.

Christian helped Anastasia shed her clothing and tried to keep himself calm. She had her first contraction while they were getting out of the car and she had mentioned that she was surprised at how intense it was already. Of course this sent him into a panic and he could see just now nervous she was by the way he was acting. He told himself he needed to stay calm to keep her calm...even though inside he felt like a mess.

By the time he got her clothes off, another contraction hit and she squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. He held onto her and let her lean against him.

"I'm right here." He reminded her and he felt her nod against his neck.

Once it passed, he got her into the gown and settled into bed.

"Are you still wanting to do some of the laboring in the birthing pool?" He asked, wondering if they would still try to keep to their birth plan even though she wasn't being induced. Dr. Greene had told them that going into labor naturally was usually a shorter process and he wondered if they'd have time to use it.

Anastasia nodded. "Yes...if everything is okay."

"Knock, knock!" Nurse Mila popped her head around the curtain. "Ready for the monitors?"

Anastasia smiled at her. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Nurse Mila laughed. "You'll do great. You were born to do this! Let's see how these babies are doing."

It took Mila about five minutes to get the monitors in the right places and mentioned that everything looked perfect.

"I'm going to go get the stuff for an IV and I'll come back-"

Anastasia shook her head while she squeezed her eyes shut and held on to the bed railing. Christian took her hand and let her squeeze it.

"Not yet. I want to labor in the birthing pool for awhile." She got out through gritted teeth.

"Mrs. Grey...with you having twins-"

"She said no!" Christian barked, pissed that the nurse was fighting her in mid-contraction. "We spoke with Dr. Greene in depth about this and she agreed that Anastasia does not need to be poked and prodded unless needed. She's already going through enough as it is. I want her as comfortable as possible, do you understand?" Christian hated when people argued with them. It was their decision...no one else's. She had just said that everything looked perfect and now she wanted to shove fluid through Anastasia's veins when she was perfectly healthy.

"Alright, Mr. Grey. I apologize. I guess this means you aren't wanting any pain medication before the epidural?"

Anastasia shook her head. "No. My children won't be drugged."

Christian grinned at his wife, extremely proud of her. She wanted to do the labor and delivery as natural as possible and he would support her in any way he could. He knew seeing her in pain would be hard to watch, but it was her decision. She had wanted a home birth, but with it being twins and them needing to come early, Dr. Greene had advised against it and so did Christian. He wanted Anastasia to be comfortable, but safety came first. If he felt like things were getting too out of hand or that the children were at risk, then he would step in about an epidural and cesarean. They had done their research and an epidural was harmless to the children's blood system; he and Anastasia both agreed that if either felt that it was necessary, that she would get one.

Mila nodded. "Let me go get the birthing pool and we'll get it set up for you."

Anastasia thanked the nurse on her way out.

XxXxXx

"I think I'd like to get into the pool now."

Anastasia was at a four and her contractions were off the charts. Ray and Grace were now in the room with them and were trying to be as quiet and comforting as they could. She had a sports bra on under her gown, but had no bottoms and Christian cocked an eyebrow as he helped her out of bed.

"Are you wanting our parents in here while you're naked?"

"I don't care who's in here! As long as it takes some of the pressure off of my back, the Pope could come in and I'd be happy as a lamb in my pool." This made the other three laugh. "As long as they don't care, neither do I."

Christian nodded, but didn't say anything as he helped her over to the tub. He knew it wasn't the time to fight her on such a thing; he could trust their parents...it was just odd to him that they'd see her so naked.

He untied the back of her gown and slipped it off of her arms, throwing it over the chair before holding out his hand so she could step into the tub. She sat and got settled, sighing.

"Much better." She leaned back and rested her head against the inflatable side.

Another thirty minutes went by and Christian could see Anastasia's energy and endurance wearing thin. She was floating on her stomach, holding onto the two handles on the outside with her forehead pressed against the plastic while she tried breathing through another contraction. Christian rubbed up and down her back and kept pressing kisses to the top of her head.

"You've got this, baby. You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you, Ana." He whispered in her ear. He tried to remain calm, but his stomach was churning and all he really wanted to do was cry. Seeing her go through so much pain was gut-wrenching and he just wanted to make it stop. She went into labor the night before, which meant she hadn't slept in 24 hours.

"Christian." Anastasia whimpered and he knew exactly what she was asking.

"Okay, baby. I'm coming." He kissed her head one last time and stood, stripping down to his boxer-briefs.

He climbed in and she turned towards him, straddling his thighs and hiding her face in his neck. He continued to rub his hands up and down her back, putting slight pressure against her backbone. He felt her shoulders relax and her body molded to his.

"There we go, good girl, Ana. Just relax." He continued to rub her back, massaging it like he was taught in their birthing class. He could hear his mother and father-in-law making quiet chit chat, but he didn't care what they were saying. To be honest, he wanted them to shut up, so that Anastasia could have this quiet time, but he knew saying something might upset her and that was the last thing he wanted.

She whimpered and tensed as another contraction hit, but he kept rubbing her back through it. Tipping his head down, he whispered encouraging words in her ear.

"I'm so exhausted." She mumbled against his neck.

His heart ached for her. "I'm so sorry, baby. Do you want to turn so I can get your lower back?"

She nodded against his shoulder and turned away from him. He got on his knees and she did the same, but she opened them wide so that her butt was on the floor of the pool and she leaned forward on her hands. He worked on her lower back through two contractions before she moved and leaned back against him. He sat back on his rear and held her between his legs, comforting her the best he could. He looked down at her face and could see the exhaustion there. She had dark circles under her eyes, her face was pale and pulled into a frown.

"Baby, I think it's time you had an epidural. You need some sleep." He couldn't stand it anymore.

Her forehead creased. "But, I've already made it this far..."

"Yes, and you're exhausted. If you don't get some sleep, you're going to be too exhausted to push and end up with a cesarean. Please, Ana. Please do this."

She nodded. "Okay."

Christian looked at their parents and Grace left the room to speak with the staff.

"Come on, let's get you dried and back into bed."

XxXxXx

Anastasia was back in bed and numb from the ribs down, sleeping soundly. Christian watched her monitor jump as a contraction hit, but his wife's face remained relaxed and her eyes closed. He smiled fondly at her and had to resist reaching over and holding her. She needed her rest and he knew he shouldn't wake her.

He was glad that he had convinced her when he did, because they had checked her and she was at a 6.5. They said the window to get one had almost closed. He sat at the chair right next to his wife, while Grace and Ray sat on the long couch against the window. The only sounds were the quiet wooshings of the babies' heartbeats that he asked them to leave on and he felt himself beginning to relax. He leaned his head against the railing and watched her serene face for awhile, before his eyelids became too heavy and he began to drift off himself.

He was jolted awake by voices and saw that Dr. Greene was there.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead." Anastasia smiled, running her fingers through his tossled hair.

"Ana, you're between a 9 and a 10, so we're going to roll you into the OR now."

"What? Why?" Ray jumped out of his seat. He had been mostly quiet, but upon hearing the word 'OR' he panicked.

"Don't worry, Mr. Steele. It's only a precaution we take with all mothers carrying multiples. They deliver in the OR in case something goes wrong, we'll already be there." Dr. Greene soothed.

Ray nodded and came over to give Anastasia a kiss and to whisper some encouraging words.

The day nurse, Kim, handed Christian blue scrubs and footies to go over his shoes. "Put these on, Mr. Grey. Then we'll roll her in to push."

XxXxXx

"Christian, I've changed my mind...I can't do this." Anastasia told him in mid-push.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I think it's a little too late for that, baby. You've got this. I'm right here."

"Okay, Ana...on the next contraction you're going to bear down hard." Dr. Greene encouraged, while checking Anastasia. "I can feel the baby's head against the cervix."

Christian watched Anastasia's eyes widen before she turned her head and leaned into his ear. "And here I thought fisting was a hard-limit."

Christian snorted and shook his head. "You are a mess, woman. What am I going to do with you?"

"Help me get these out!" Anastasia answered, poking her stomach. "That's what you can do!"

His smile turned into a frown. "I'm trying, baby."

"Okay, Ana...here comes another one. Push!" Dr. Greene told her.

Christian held her hand in both of his. "Push, baby...push. That's it! Good job. You're doing so well, Ana!"

"Okay! Stop pushing!"

Anastasia let out her breath and relaxed against her pillow.

"The head is out." The doctor confirmed, suctioning the airway.

"Can I look?" Christian asked Anastasia.

She gave him a ridiculous look. "Uh... if you want to?"

He let go of her hand and moved towards Dr. Greene. He could see a scrunched up little face with a mass of dark hair that was covered in white goo. His heart exploded at that moment. He was in love. He didn't even know which baby it was...didn't care that it was covered in a mess of goo, or that the babies face was all smooshed. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

"Okay, you're going to start pushing again Ana. Do you want to pull it out?"

"Are you fucking nuts? Hell no, I do not want to pull my baby out of me!"

"Can I do it?" Christian asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Everyone in the room looked at him while Anastasia pushed. "You told me to help!"

"Just get it out of me!" She growled.

"Okay...get your hands over here or you'll miss it!" Dr. Greene held her hands under the baby that was emerging and Christian reached down and pulled the baby out.

"It's our girl, Ana! Our baby girl!" Christian announced, excited.

"Lay her on Mom." Dr. Greene told him and he laid the baby on the towel that was placed on Anastasia's chest. "Rub her with the towel. Get her to use those lungs."

He and Anastasia did what they were told and soon the baby let out a wail, causing them both to tear up.

"Thank you, Ana. Thank you so much, baby." Christian kissed her lips over and over before his attention went back to their baby.

"She's beautiful." Anastasia mentioned.

"She's perfect."

"Ana, if you start nursing, the rest will come easier." Dr. Greene commented.

Anastasia nodded and Christian helped unsnap her gown. It took a few seconds, but she finally latched, letting Anastasia and Christian take her in properly while she fed.

Christian's heart swelled as he watched his girls, and he let out a sob. Seeing his wife feeding their child was such an intense feeling.

"You are incredible, Ana. I love you so much."

She looked up at Christian with glassy eyes. "I love you, too, Christian. Thank you."

"For what?" He didn't understand what he could have possibly done that even compared to what she did...was still doing. They still had one more to go.

"For being my rock today; I couldn't have done it without you. Also, for knocking me up." She added, giggling.

XxXxXx

After the placenta came, baby boy Grey came soon after.

Christian watched as their boy crowned. "I see the head, Ana!"

Anastasia collapsed against her pillow. "Can I push now?"

"Yes, Ana. You can push." Dr. Greene encouraged.

Christian reached down as the shoulders were making their way out and pulled. He held him out to get a better look at him and found himself sobbing.

"He's beautiful, Ana!"

"Bring him here! Let me see!"

He placed their son on her chest and they started to rub him clean, but the baby seemed perfectly content and refused to cry.

"Why isn't he crying?!" Anastasia went into a panic, sending Christian into one, too. He took him from her before the doctor could even say anything and ran his index finger down his spine, remembering how much Mia hated it as a baby. The baby let out a wail Christian blew out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Good job, Daddy." Dr. Greene commented, smiling.

Christian grinned and placed the baby back on Anastasia's chest.

"He looks like you." Anastasia commented. "His hair is lighter than his sister's. His face is longer...he's got your chin, look." She touched his chin.

Christian was beaming. "We make pretty cute kids, don't we?"

"Are you ready to cut the cords, Mr. Grey?" One of the nurses popped up with scissors.

He took the scissors from her and cut baby boy's cord before turning and cutting baby girl's who laid quietly in her roll bassinet next to them.

"Wonderful. I'm going to take them over and assess them now. We'll be right back." The nurse took their son and placed him in the bassinet next to his sister before wheeling them away to the other corner of the room.

"Christian..." Anastasia started, craning to look around the nurse.

"On it." Christian stepped over to watch the nurse, making sure that no accidents were to happen while the children were away. She started with baby girl.

"Five pounds, seven ounces..Apgar 7..."

He watched her take a white stick and place it on her heel, hitting the button on the end. The baby let out a wail and he saw that there was blood coming from it.

"What the fuck!?"

"Relax, Mr. Grey. We need a heel stick to test the blood." She held up something that looked like paper and held it against the baby's heel a couple times.

"She's screaming!" Christian pulled on his hair. "Let me have her."

The nurse set the paper down and immediately handed her to Christian.

He cuddled and kissed her forehead. "Sh, sh, sh. It's okay, princess. Daddy's got you." He rubbed her sore little heel with his thumb. "I'll make it better." The baby calmed down almost immediately and the tightness in his chest dissipated. "Let's go see Mommy."

"Mr. Grey, these are your bands for her...she gets one and each of you get one. Here-"

"I'll do it." Christian said, scowling. "Let me have them." He didn't want that woman touching his baby girl again.

She nodded. "Okay. Put this around her ankle, Mr. Grey. We'll get his after I've assessed him."

"I'm taking our daughter to her mother. Do not start without me. Do you understand?" Christian asked, angry.

The nurse's eyes widened. "Oh, um...okay."

It was refreshing to have a staff member who did as they were told without fighting back. He knew he should probably be a little nicer to her. He carried baby girl over to Anastasia and placed her in her arms.

"What's going on?" Anastasia asked, worried. She could see that Christian was angry.

"Don't worry. I've got it under control. You worry about her now. Our girl needs cuddled." He mentioned, placing the band around the baby's ankle.

He attached one to Anastasia's arm and then one to his own arm. "There. Physical proof that she's ours."

Anastasia laughed. "Go make sure our boy is okay."

"Five pounds ten ounces...Apgar 8." Christian watched as the nurse assessed his son and found himself clenching his fists when she pulled out the plastic pen again. When she hit the button, though, his son didn't cry like his sister. His little lips formed into a frown and his chin trembled, but he stayed quiet.

"Can I have him now?" Christian asked, annoyed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Just because he didn't cry like his sister, didn't mean he didn't need comforting.

She handed him their son and the wristbands for him. "All done for now."

Christian carried him back to Anastasia, kissing his forehead and nose. "I'm sorry little man. That was rough. I've got you."

Anastasia smiled at Christian, hearing him coo at their baby. "They've already turned you into a big softy."

XxXxXx

Christian made his way to the waiting room with his brand new baby daughter. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, he was amazed that he and Anastasia could make, not one, but two perfect little babies. Anastasia was back in their room, feeding baby boy, but Christian was too anxious to show what he made off, so he set out to introduce their family to 1/2 of the newest Greys.

The family saw him coming and all jumped up to see. He went straight for Ray and his parents.

"I'd like you to meet your granddaughter, Emerson Grace."

Grace squealed-which sounded much too similar to Mia- and held out her arms. "Oh, Christian! She's perfect! Oh, please let me hold her!"

He handed his daughter over to her namesake while Ray wiped a few tears from his eyes. He clapped Christian on the shoulder and then pulled him in for a hug.

"Thank you for being so good with Annie today. It was hard to see her so miserable, but you kept your head and made it as comfortable as possible for her. I couldn't be more proud of either one of you." He gazed at the baby in Grace's arms and rubbed the pad of his index finger over her cheek, causing her to root for a second. "She's absolutely perfect."

"Let us see, let us see!" Mia was hopping up and down, trying to get a better look. Christian and his father stepped back and let the others get a glimpse of her for a second before he took them back.

"I'm proud of you, Christian. Your mother told me how great you were today. It's good to know we raised you right."

Christian smiled at his father. "Thanks, Dad."

He heard commotion and realized they were starting to fight over who gets to hold her next.

"Enough!" Christian growled, taking Emerson from his mother. "If you're going to act like children, none of you will hold Eme."

"But..."

"No, Mia. Now hush and follow me. Ana should be done feeding."

The family, Taylor, and Gail followed Christian down the hall and to their private room where he popped his head in. "Are you decent, Mommy?"

Anastasia giggled and nodded. "Yes. Let the herd in."

They filed into the room and Ray went straight for Anastasia. "You are incredible, babygirl. I am so proud of you."

Anastasia beamed up at her father.

"And who is this?" Ray asked, peering down at his new grandson.

"This is Jamison Raymond..."

"All right! Jay Ray!" Elliot said, pumping his fist.

"No!" Anastasia said firmly. "Jamie for short. He's a little prince, NOT some ghetto rapper."

Elliot put his hands up in front of him. "Okay...calm down! It was only a joke! Jamie's good..."

"Sounds like an actor's name!" Mia mentioned, smiling.

"Or a model!" Kate added.

Anastasia facepalmed. "Right now, it's a baby's name."

"Can I hold him?" Ray asked.

"Of course. He just ate...so be careful. He might spit up."

While Anastasia was speaking with her father and the others were passing Eme around, Christian had a seat on the couch by the window, next to his brother.

"You should make more of these, they're so freaking cute, Christian!" Mia gushed, holding her niece.

"Perhaps we should. I'm really good at that..." Christian retorted.

Mia scrunched her nose and decided not to comment on his crassness. "I wish I could take a picture of her."

He shook his head. "You know the rules, Mia. We don't want any ending up plastered all over the internet. We'll get professionals done and then you can have a hard copy to keep."

"You can be like Brad and Angelina and make a deal with the magazines for oodles of money!" Mia said, smiling.

"We don't need any more money, Mia. No amount of money is worth my children's privacy. I'm not going to have some sick fucker get his hands on pictures of our children."

Mia rolled her eyes. "No need to get huffy, Christian. You act like I'm the bad guy. It was just a suggestion." She handed Emerson to Gail and walked away.

"Mr. Grey...could I speak to you for a second?"

"Yes, of course, Gail." Christian stood and they ducked to the corner of the room while she held the baby.

"I was wondering...I know that you've interviewed dozens of people for the nanny position and are having trouble finding one you like...what would you think if I became their nanny?"

Christian's eyes widened and a large grin appeared on his face. "Brilliant! You really want to?" Gail was one of the few people that he trusted completely and he couldn't imagine a better solution to their problem.

"Yes, I'd love to."

"Gail...you don't know how happy and relieved you just made me! We'll find a part-time housekeeper to deep clean twice a week. I want all of your attention to be on our children when you're watching them." Christian felt so relieved, he pulled her into a hug, the baby smooshed between them.

XxXxXx

The children were taken away to be cleaned up and the family cleared out to watch from the big window of the nursery. Anastasia and Christian took the opportunity to get her dressed into her own clothes.

Christian held out postpartum underwear, which essentially were adult diapers.

"Oh my god. I have to wear that? You aren't going to laugh are you?" Anastasia looked horrified.

Christian frowned. "What?" He pulled her to him and hugged against him. "Why would I laugh? I saw how much pain you were in... I watched you push two living, breathing human beings out of you. Your body experienced something traumatic. I am in awe of you, Ana. If these are going to give you some comfort and relief, then wear them. I don't find you having to wear them funny. It upsets me that you have to wear these because of what you went through. Please do not be embarrassed. You're sore. Let me help you."

He released her and squatted down, holding them open. "Now...in you get."

Once they got her into her nursing nightgown and into bed, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Anastasia called.

Kate rushed in. "Christian! We just saw one of the nurses try to take a picture of one of the baby's with her cell phone!"

"What the fuck?!"

"I'll kill them!" Anastasia started to get out of bed, but Christian stopped her.

"I'll take care of this, Ana. Kate, keep Anastasia company. Make sure she rests." Christian commanded, not waiting for a response before he rushed out of the door.

When he got to the rest of the family, it was chaos. Taylor was standing with a woman in scrubs, who was in tears, Grace seemed to be fighting with another woman in scrubs while Carrick stood by her side with his arms crossed, and the others were all trying to talk at the same time to two men who looked like security guards.

Christian went straight for Taylor. "Is she the one?"

Taylor nodded. "She is the one."

"What the fuck did you think you were doing? Did you not think you'd get caught? You just messed with the wrong people, sweetheart. Where is your supervisor?"

The woman continued to cry into her hands, but Christian didn't give a flying fuck about her waterworks.

"She's over there, sir. Your mother is speaking with her." Taylor answered, nodding towards Grace.

"I want her fired! I want her license revoked!" Christian barked at the woman in front of his mother.

"Christian, we were just getting to that. This is a violation of HIPAA. I trust that Victoria will take the proper procedures and report this, because if she doesn't, she could have hers revoked, too." Grace said, setting her jaw.

"Yes, of course, Dr. Trevelyan."

"I trust that this woman is going to be terminated in the meantime?" Christian pushed. "My wife and I have donated millions of dollars to this hospital to create that new wing and we plan to continue our donations...but we will make sure it stops immediately if I feel that the hospital is employing staff who have no respect for the law or their patients."

The woman named Victoria nodded. "She'll be terminated immediately."

"I brought my wife here thinking that this was a safe haven for her and our children. It's quite disappointing knowing that the trust has been broken. Jason Taylor is the head of my security and since I cannot trust that my children are safe and their identities protected, he will watch over the children anytime they are not in our room. I do not want any member of your staff anywhere with my children where trustworthy eyes can't watch."

Victoria was getting paler by the second. "Yes, sir. Of course, Mr. Grey. Again, I apologize. We pride ourselves on the level of care and professionalism we have here; it's very disheartening knowing that one of my faculty didn't live up to our expectations. They are finishing cleaning your son up now. Once that is finished, I'll bring them back to your room myself."

Christian nodded. "Until then, Taylor will keep an eye out. He'll let me know if anyone takes a step out of line."

Victoria nodded and disappeared with the woman down the hall. Christian watched another one of the nurses clean his son for a second before turning to Taylor.

"I know it was supposed to be your day off Taylor, but-"

Taylor shook his head, stopping Christian. "No need to ask, Mr. Grey. Over Mrs. Grey's pregnancy I've grown to care for them and I love them. I will protect them like my own."

XxXxXx

That night, the lactation specialist spent almost an hour with Anastasia, going over everything. She had even taught Anastasia how to tandem breastfeed; it would help free up a lot of time and get both babies on the same schedule.

Christian mosied down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat and stretch his legs, leaving Anastasia in the hands of the specialist. When he got back and slipped into the room, he was greeted by Anastasia and the babies, who were all eating simultaneously and the specialist was gone.

Anastasia had the tandem feeding pillow around her, both babies latched on each side while she held her plate close to her mouth, shoveling in food.

Christian chuckled. "Now that takes some talent!"

Anastasia giggled. "Easy peasy."

He was glad to see her eat. She had gone so long without eating, he was surprised she had the energy to deliver the babies...even with the long nap she had.

"Hungry, Mrs. Grey?"

"Starved! I'm contemplating on licking this plate clean when I'm finished." She joked, giving him a wink.

Christian snorted. "I won't make you lick your plate. You can have some of mine."

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I was just kidding. I've got more than enough food here."

He couldn't take his eyes off her and their children while he ate. "You are such a natural, Ana. I can't wait to have more."

Anastasia laughed. "My cervix hasn't even contracted from these two, yet! Can we wait a bit?"

He eyed her. "Six months."

Her eyes widened. "You better add a year to that."

"I can do a year."

"A year?"

He nodded. "Their first birthday. Deal?"

She sighed. "I guess...Deal."

He grinned.

"...but if I end up with triplets..."

Christian laughed. "We'll be filling those bedrooms real quick if that happened."

"Oh, gosh. You know I'm just hoping that we get them home and you realize just how disastrous this is and decide you want to wait."

Christian gave her a Cheshire grin. "We'll see."

Anastasia gave him an annoyed tut. "Wipe that grin off your face and come burp your son!" She demanded, holding the small bundle up.

He took Jamison from her so he could burp him. "Don't forget Jamie...her name is Mommy...not Sergeant...I know it might be confusing sometimes..."

XxXxXx

The children were left in their room that night since she was breastfeeding and denied the formula that the nurses were willing to feed the children so they could sleep. Every two hours on the dot, Eme would start to cry, but Jamie seemed to be content with whatever was going on. It was interesting to see their different personalities already. Jamison was seemed much more laid back than his sister. His sister let it be known when she needed something or was uncomfortable, while he just stared up at his parents while they checked his diaper and fed him. The only time he cried during the night was when he had a bowel movement and didn't appreciate sitting in it.

The next morning was full of visitors. The family came back, along with Grandmother Trevelyan, Taylor and Gail, Ros and Gwen, Sawyer and Logan. Jose was stuck on the east coast, so they took a few minutes to skype him once everyone else had left. The doctor had given the all-clear for mother and babies, so Christian and Anastasia dressed their children for the first time and brought in a photographer to take some pictures before they left.

Anastasia was still pretty tired, but looked forward to going home. She couldn't wait to lay down in their own bed and put the babies in their co-sleeper that attaches to the bed.

She had just finished changing Jamie's diaper when Taylor came in carrying their car seats.

"All set Mr. and Mrs. Grey?" He asked, placing the car seats on the bed.

"I think so." Anastasia answered, gently placing Jamie in his light green car seat.

Christian followed suit and placed Eme in her matching pink seat. They snapped them in, Christian watching Anastasia's movements like a hawk.

She sighed. "Christian...if you're so worried about him being in right, then just check it."

Christian didn't have to be told twice.

Anastasia stood, her arms crossed and her foot tapping. "Happy?"

Christian finished checking his son's and nodded. "Yes." He then went back to Emerson's and checked hers again. "Safe and snug."

She let out a laugh and shook her head. "You can be so infuriating sometimes..." She pulled him to her by his belt loops and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him. "But I can't deny that seeing you so worried about their safety is endearing." She lifted on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. "You are already such a great father. It's going to be extraordinary getting to watch you interact with them."

It was one of those rare occasions, where a blush formed on Christian's cheeks and he blew out a slow, deep breath. "I hope I can live up to your expectations."

Anastasia smiled softly up at him. "You've already surpassed my expectations, Christian. You're going to be wonderful."

He hugged her tight. "So, are you ready to go home Mommy?"

She laughed. "I am, Daddy. Why do I have a feeling those are going to be our names from now on?"

He shrugged and looked over at their children. "I haven't the faintest idea."

There was a knock at the door and the nurse came in, pushing a wheelchair. "Are we ready?"

"Yes." Christian answered. "Taylor, pull the car around."

Taylor re-emerged from his spot in the corner where he pretended to be invisible and grabbed their bags before disappearing down the hall.

"Alright, Mrs. Grey. Have a seat."

Anastasia sat in the wheelchair.

"Mr. Grey...if you'd like, you can place the car seats side by side in her lap and they can be pushed down." The nurse explained.

He nodded and did so, refusing to take his hands off the handles.

"You sure you've got them?"

Anastasia smiled up at him. "Yes, honey. They're safe."

He gave her a nod and finally released the seats.

"Alright, Mrs. Grey. I'll push you-"

"No. I'll do it." Christian said, cutting her off. He wasn't about to risk his whole life to a woman he didn't know.

The nurse nodded and smiled. "No problem. I'll grab the flowers and balloons."

They made their way down to the car and the nurse busied herself with opening the back hatch and packing the gifts while Taylor and Christian helped Anastasia and the children get into the car.

Christian spoke with Audi and had a special Q7 made that housed both of the center seats together, like a van, instead of one on each side. He did his research and found that putting the child in the middle seat was safest when it came to side-impact accidents.

He placed Eme in the middle center seat and heard it click, but tugged a few times, making sure it wasn't going to come out. He took the other pumpkin seat from Taylor and climbed to the back, placing Jamie in the middle back seat and checking the carseat in the same manner. He climbled back out and helped Anastasia out of her wheel chair knowing that her abdominal muscles were still sore and into the seat next to Emerson.

"In you go, Mommy. We'll be home soon." Once she slipped into the leather seat, he buckled her in and shut the door, running around to the opposite side to climb into the back with Jamison.

"Ready to go?" Taylor asked, looking in the rearview mirror.

Christian nodded. "Yes, but slowly Taylor." He placed his hand over Jamison's stomach as he slept in his pumpkin seat.

Taylor smiled. "Yes, sir. Of course."

As he pulled away from the curb, Anastasia took a deep breath. "Here we go...we can do this...right?" She turned her head around to look at Christian.

"Yes, Mrs. Grey. We can do this." He placed his free hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Together, we can do anything."

XxXxXx

Carla had tried to contact Anastasia after the children were born, but Anastasia refused to answer, and cut ties with her completely. Being a mother now herself, she couldn't imagine treating her children that way and knew that she didn't want her own children to have a relationship with a woman like that.

Elena was arrested for her crimes against children and aiding and abetting a criminal, but was released on bail. Before she could be sentenced, she went missing and everyone thought she had skipped the country, until her body washed up on shore of the Chicago River. Christian and Anastasia were both questioned on how she ended up washing up in Chicago, but both denied taking part in the death of Elena Lincoln.

Christian and Anastasia kept their deal and ended up having their third child a month before their twins second birthday; it was a girl named Lucy. Two years later, their fourth and final child was born; a boy by the name of Theodore.