I don't own anything, really, this is a spin off of one of my other pieces 'Spirals Out of Control' someone asked me if I could do a story like it where Christian as the girl from the very beginning and not 17 years after or whatever. So here is my attempt, it may suck, but bare with me please. As always, timelines probably screwed up. Please tell me what you think about it!

What You're Reading:

When Ana Steele helped Kate prepare the article of Kate's career they were unaware that Christian Grey had a different motive to work for greatness. There was something something much more important to the man than money. As his grandfather once told him "Behind every powerful man, there is a beautiful daughter" and Ana wasn't prepared to meet Christian Grey's most precious thing.

Chapter One: Navy Grace

June 17th, 11:21 PM, Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital

Christian Grey sat in one of the most uncomfortable seats he had sat in throughout all of his twenty-three years on the planet. He sat in the delivery room ward of the hospital, panic raced through his veins he looked up at his bodyguard Jason Taylor; although, he had only employed the man for the last year and a half (ever since he made is first billion dollars at Grey Enterprise and Holdings) he knew that the man was a father. Probably would have been a damn good one if his ex wasn't such a child hoarder.

"How did you do it Taylor?" Christian asked, running his hands through is hair, the man held in a smirk.

"She kicked me out of the delivery room... said I was freaking her out more." Taylor answered gruffly. Christian groaned, tugging on his hair more. The woman that was giving birth to Christian's first child was one of his submissives. She had already signed off her parental rights and landed herself in jail when she had purposefully put herself in premature labor after taking a nice dose of hardcore drugs, what type of drugs Christian didn't know and frankly didn't want to know. All he wanted to know was that his child was going to be alright. His child. Christian tugged on his hair some more, mumbling a billion curse words under his breath. Time ticked by slowly, creating more hysteria for the controlling man that had no control in this situation.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

Forty minutes pass by and finally a nurse comes walking into the waiting area.

"Christian Grey?" Christian stood and came walking over to the nurse, the pretty woman had chocolate colored skin and her long brown hair pulled back in a tight braid, she wore pink scrubs and was smiling a wide, toothy smile. "Are you ready to meet your daughter? If you come back to the NICU.."

"I have a daughter... fuck... a daughter..." The nurse's smile faltered, but only for a moment as she turned and saw the man smiling and looking upwards. "It's a girl... Taylor... call my mom?" Christian offered, the other man nodded slightly, but watched intently as the man he was supposed to be protecting disappeared into the back.

Christian looked at his daughter as she lay inside the incubator. She was tiny and pinkish, but beautiful in every way.

"Sir, your daughter is healthy despite being only 35 weeks. We just want to want to watch her breathing and heart rate, just to make sure there aren't any complications. Have you decided on a name?" The doctor asked, Christian nodded his eyes welling with tears.

"Navy... uh Navy Grace Trevelyan Grey. My assistant was all to happy to pick out the name." Christian smiled, he slid his fingers into the hole the incubator provided and touched his daughter's hand.

"Navy Grace Trevelyan Grey it is, pretty name for a pretty girl." The doctor smiled.

Four weeks later Navy Grace Trevelyan Grey, 5.3 pounds and 13.4 inches born on June 18th at 12:02 a.m. finally got to go home.

Four and a half years later:

Christian Grey frowned as he was preparing to leave the office, Andrea had given him his schedule for the next day and he had just read 'Interview: Kathrine Kavanagh' on the list of things to do. He was not pleased, how had that girl gotten the interview anyway. Christian let out a sigh as he finished ghosting over his schedule. Meetings, more meetings, an interview, and then more meetings. Damn. With a frustrated sigh he allowed himself to glance at the clock 5:42 p.m. Shit, he was going to be late. Christian rose from his seat grabbed his jacket, phone, laptop and brief case before leaving his office and locking the door. Nodding goodnight to Andrea and Ros, and stopping to grab Taylor he made his way down to the parking lot a single girl on his mind.

Four and a half years ago he cut off all ties with Elena Lincoln, with the exception of his mother, because Elena had offered to 'show Navy the ropes' when she got old enough and Christian finally saw what he did with that woman was wrong. Navy helped him see that even as she lay clinging to life in the NICU, she had seemed fine the first night but the second night she stopped breathing, a few moments later her heart stopped beating, and Christian felt himself grow faint. For the next week the doctors tried to find out what was wrong with her, what other else than asthma mixed in with already underdeveloped lungs. Tens of breathing treatments and steroid shots later she was good as new. A couple of weeks with perfect nights later and she was on her way home. Four years later and Christian still worried about his little girl's breathing even though all she needed was an inhaler twice a day.

Christian was riding the elevator up fifteen minutes later, he had set his brief case on the ground, knelt down and opened his arms as he heard the patter of tiny footsteps approach. Finally his copper headed little girl was in his arms. Christian smiled as he pulled his daughter closer and stood. Deciding to walk towards the dinner table, where a half-eaten plate of mac-n-cheese sat waiting for the little one to finish. Christian sat his daughter back into her seat and slid into his own as Gail placed a plate in front of him. He listened patiently as his daughter babbled on and on about the zoo her day nanny had taken her to that day. He smiled as she animatedly described the animals and their noises for him. For a four year old she was brilliant, she already knew her ABCs; how to count to thirty, the forties always got her; and knew how to write Navy (as long as she had help because most of the time it wasn't too legible.) Christian was proud of his daughter, and couldn't express how happy he was that she was having a safe childhood compared to his own. She was the most precious thing to him, if someone hurt her he would probably kill them.

Christian smirked as his daughter's grey colored eyes began to droop closed, and her head started bobbing up and down. He stood up and motioned to Gail that he wasn't done, before picking his daughter up once more and taking her to her bedroom, where he helped her brush her teeth and dress for bed. Once he had her tucked into her navy comforter and kissed her forehead she was out. Her copper hair creating a halo that he knew would be a pain for Emma to brush out in the morning, but he really didn't want to wake his daughter up to pull it back for her. No it was much better to keep Navy asleep and deal with the tangles in the morning.

Perhaps he could take half a day... Yes, he'd leave right after the interview and take Navy back to the zoo or maybe to the aquarium. She liked the fish, although the sharks scared her. Maybe he'd do that.