I wrote this short from FSOG and MORE writing contest.. The dialogue prompt was.. "I remember kissing you... why do I remember kissing you..."

This is what I came up with. Along with 3 others (bella butterfly 710, 1974alner and missmusicteach) we each came up with a short.. Check there's out too.. because they were also amazing stories...

This is part 1...

I'm still trying to finish this story... and like I said it's going to be short! So everything does happen quickly.. (a little over 20k)

And finally I have NO IDEA why FF said I updated Just you and me baby outtakes when I only deleted a chapter.. odd. but sorry about that.

Enjoy

Christian POV

Her lips were like satin. The sweetest thing I've ever kissed before. I spent over a year attached to her lips. Attached to her skin. I remember every little laugh and the way her nose would wrinkle, and her forehead would crinkle. I remember her smile and how it would light up a room.

But what I remember the most was how happy she made me.

She was my light

And when she disappeared.

My life became dark.

The earth stopped moving, and it was like my heart stopped beating.

I became a robot and only went through the motions of every day.

If you asked me what I did yesterday, I wouldn't be able to tell you besides I looked for her. I don't even know if I ate.

I will never stop looking for her, for any trace that my love is still out there, inhaling the same air I am. I feel it in my heart in my soul that she's still out there. I know she's alive, I just don't know where.

I knew who took her away. And like her, he's gone. He never asked for ransom which only told me- that his vendetta was to cause me internal anguish and despair.

Anastasia was my weakness. The only person that could make me crumble into nothing. She was my everything, my reason for breathing. The bastard knew this. Everyone knew this.

He wanted me to crumble, and honestly, I have. And I'll never know if and when I'll get my Ana back.

The bastard took her to get even with me for being fired. He touched my girl, tried to take advantage of her and I made him pay. I made him pay big. Swiped every penny from his bank and made sure he couldn't get a job anywhere. I wanted him to suffer.

The only thing I didn't account for was someone to help the bastard. I don't know who and that's what throws me the most. There was money exchanged for him to get away. He got into my home and took her from our bed-

I shake my head and bang my head against the large window as the rain beats against the glass. I should've made her come with me to New York. She shouldn't have been here alone. But she wasn't alone, she was surrounded by CPO's, but even they weren't prepared for the attack.

My heart twists that the reason she's been gone for 386 days is because of me.

I close my eyes and think of the girl with the chocolate curls and deep blue eyes. Her little giggles and the way she bit her lip. I miss the way she could put me in my place and really show me who was boss. That smart mouth- That mouth that I loved to kiss and how it whispered the words 'I love you, Christian.'

I pick up the frame that holds a picture of us when we first started dating. It seems like a lifetime ago now. In a way it was. She's looking at me with her pearly white smile, laughing, and she has that look in her eyes- saying without words how much she loves me. I, on the other hand, am making some goofy face looking back at her that my mother ended up capturing on camera. I used to hate the picture, but Ana loved it. So, it sits proudly on the mantel.

My phone rings in my pocket and I jump. Every time it rings, I jump, hoping that it's news. I look at the screen and frown when I see that it's my mother.

I don't really want to answer it, but I do. Reluctantly.

"Hello, Mother."

"Christian- I need to speak with you right away…."

Grace's POV

Walking through the halls I reach the nurse's station to receive my new patient.

"Dr. Trevelyan. We have a girl that just arrived in the ER she fainted and she's in need of stitches as we're aware of. She looks as though she's been in a fight, a struggle it seems. The person that dropped her off said she was hysterical and disoriented. She just woke up seconds ago, she's panicked and asking where Christian is."

"Christian-" I say softly and my heart rate spikes. I nod to the charge nurse and head into the room. One of the Physician Assistants is with her looking over vitals. When he steps aside I choke on my gasp. It's her. She's here. She's alive.

I'm doing my best and not break down and cry. Keeping my composure to take care of her. I look her over and she's look likes she's been through hell. Her eyes tell a story- but she almost looks at peace.

"Ana?" My voice catches and she glances up at me. Though I wasn't prepared for the blank stare she gave me.

Her eyes then flint around the room. "Where's Chris? I need to know where he is." I notice her blood pressure spike the panic and worry in her voice. "I need to get to him. He can't be alone."

I move beside her and put my hand on my shoulder. I've never heard her call Christian Chris before, but the way she glances at me actually unnerves me. I fear she doesn't know me, which leads to a hundred other questions.

"Do you know who I am sweetie?"

She shakes her head, "my doctor?" She squeaks and it answers almost everything. Now I have to figure what caused her memory loss and how far back it goes, but also why she's here. But maybe this Christian isn't my Christian that she remembers.

I have a feeling with the cuts and bruises she's made an escape and it leads me to wonder to what that monster could have done to her.

"Ana, I'm Dr. Grace Trevelyan. I'm here to help you. I just need to ask you a few questions. Then we'll find Chris, okay." She nods.

"Can you tell us what happened that brought you here today?"

She shakes her head and glances at Will the PA.

I turn to William who is fiddling around with her IV and ask him to give us a moment, but to order a CT. He nods and leaves us alone.

"I want you to know your safe here darling. Nothing you say will be repeated unless needed to. I kno-can.." I correct myself. It's so hard not to talk to her like I haven't known her for years. "Tell you've been through something and I'm here to help. And for me to help you get you better I need you to tell me what you can."

"Do you know me?" She asks quietly. "You asked if I remembered you, so I guess I know you from somewhere.

"Yes, I do honey. And it's okay that you don't remember and also tells me that something happened to why you don't. Do you know the last thing you remember?'

"Before I woke up um… I was or thought I was in college starting my Freshman year." She smiles a little bit then frowns. "I woke up in this basement with this guy. He went on and on about why I was there, but I couldn't make any sense of it. I told him I didn't understand-and I didn't know who he was. He did seem concerned and then took me to the hospital that was hours away. They said I had some sort of traumatic injury that messes with my temporal lobe I think. That amnesia is normal, but I would be okay. They said I might end up remembering stuff, but it hasn't happened yet. He finally told me I was his ticket and my lack of memory worked better for him. He never explained more after that. I became this capture, but I never knew why."

"Did he hurt you in any way?"

"No, not till-" she clamps down her mouth. "He was okay for a while. Then in the last few months, he snapped. He was always yelling at me, he smacked me around. He sort of made me this housemaid… I was never allowed to go outside, or anything. I got scared and he was In this rage he..he..." She goes silent and starts crying harder. "I need Christian... I need him now…" she demands.

"Honey- who is Christian to you? I know it's a funny question, but I need to know-"

"He's the most important person in my life…"

CHRISTIAN POV:

My mother called me thirty minutes ago. All she told me was we needed to talk and not to go anywhere, then she hung up on me. Now I'm pacing the floor waiting for whatever she needs to tell me. I know it must have something to do with Ana but if it is why am I hearing it from my mother?

My mother comes rushing off the elevator, my dad on her heels. She looks excited and panicked all at the same time.

"Christian, I need you to sit down. I have news, but I need to explain before you jump and get to excited."

"It's Ana… isn't it?"

"Yes...now sit down." She says firmly.

Is she out of her mind? Sit down? I've been waiting a year for someone to tell me any news on Ana. And by the look in my mother's eyes I know that's she has to be alive.

"Just tell me." I urge her.

She takes a steady breath and knows I'm not going to listen about planting my ass in any seat.

"Ana came into the hospital last night. She arrived at the ER. She was a mess, Christian. It looked as though she had been in a brawl. She had cuts on her arm and chest. She ran on foot- she thinks for miles- till someone picked her up. She fainted once a nurse got to her. I was her doctor last night Christian."

"Last night?" I bellow. "And you're just telling me now?" I pull on my hair, wanting to rip out every strand. She should've have told me. I need to get there. I start to move towards the elevator and my dad put his hands on my shoulders, stopping me.

"One, don't go yelling at your mother before she's had time to explain. And two, we told you needed to wait. Now settle down and wait. I know this is everything you wanted for a year. But you diving in to go see her- when you have no idea what is going on is going to end up hurting her and then hurt you. So, sit down and listen." He says firmly, but calmly. I close my eyes tight. All I want to do is see her again. I need her. She needs me I'm sure.

"Is she at least asking for me?" My voice breaks. Has she missed me like I have her? Does she know that I will be with her every second to comfort and hold her and make everything better? Or could she hate me for not being able to save her sooner? A million questions run through my mind, some are selfish I know, but till she's in my arms again I won't be able to think straight.

"Christian…" My mom says softly. Her eyes are weary and I see tears well in them. I shake my head, panicked all over. This isn't good. "When I went to go see her. She didn't know me. She has no memory of the last five or so years. She's getting a CT as we speak but I'm afraid she won't know who you are, or if she'll ever will. Most memory loss like this is permanent."

"What?" I gape at her. No. No. I can't believe this. She'll see me. She'll know who I am. She has to. Our lives are tied together.

"Now it's not saying she won't remember things- They might come back to her in pieces, but most of the time full memory is gone. Though…" And that's when I see a hint of a smile grace my mother's lips.

"Though what?"

"I noticed some hints that she remembers little things. Now I think it would be okay for you to see her, but you're going to have to listen to the neurosurgeon on what he says. You're not going to want to bombard her with memories or force her to try to remember. It could make it worse on top of the traumatic experiences she has been through the last year. She wouldn't talk about it. All she said she was free. The cops came this morning to talk to her. I tried to get them to wait but they wouldn't. She'll also need a psych review. Other than that- she's okay. Just a few stitches and slightly dehydrated."

Now I collapse into my chair with everything my mother has shared with me. "So, what do I do?"

"I talked to her. She was confused because of how I acted when I first saw her. It's how I figured she was having memory problems She knew that I knew her, but couldn't place me. I gave a general idea of how and she seemed understanding, but the sweet thing had other things on her mind. She's been through a lot. I told her people were worried about her. That sometimes-seeing people of your past will help. I called her dad and he's on the way down. I think he will help-"

"You called him before me? He'll make sure she hates me. You know he blames me."

"He doesn't blame you, Christian." My mom says firmly. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. You weren't there that day when he told me if it wasn't for me- for being some rich prick -wanting revenge- Ana would still be here." All the words lodge in my throat, buried in the tears I'm trying to keep down.

"Christian that was a year ago. He was upset…"

"I don't care. Because it's true anyways…"

"That's not true…"

"Isn't it?!" I holler. "If it wasn't for me, Jack wouldn't have taken her to get even for losing his job…"

"But if she didn't meet you- something awful could have happened to her. You are not the damn catalyst for this Christian. Jack Hyde is! Now clean up and we will take you to the hospital." My dad barks, snapping me out of the pity party I've been sitting in for over a year.

I nod and turn to walk to my room. The room I shared with Ana. I haven't touched any of her stuff since she left. It took me forever to wash the sheets she shared because I didn't want to lose her smell. Sometimes I just pretend that she's working late and that's why she's' not here. Some nights I feel her. Like she comes to me in spirit.

Now she really is back and she doesn't know me. I have no idea if I'll get to kiss her again, or if she would enter this room again.

I make a vow that if anything I'll make her fall in love with again. Start at the bottom and work my way back into her heart.

I grab a couple of items I feel like she would need while in the hospital, toothbrush, hairbrush, soaps, lotions, and even some of her clothes. No matter what, she's going to need them. I doubt she has anything on her and whatever she did, came from Jack and those memories need to be burned away. I also grab something that might mean something to her if she sees them and remembers.

I grab the bag and it almost doesn't feel real. I'm going to see my girl again. The light of my life.

We make it to the hospital within five minutes. I know my parents are cursing behind me at my speed, but I need to see her. I need to see with my very own eyes that she's alive.

My mother grabs my hand and stops me before I enter the doors of the hospital. "Wait… there's something else. I'm going to go in and see her and make sure it's still okay for you to come in… but you need to be prepared for what you might see."

"What are you talking about? You said it was nothing more than cuts and bruises."

"Yes, but there's something else and I didn't know how to tell you-"

I watch my mom's lips move as she explains to me more and I feel as though I'm in a fog. When she turns away, I follow her, all the sounds of the hospital echoing in my ears.

I somehow make it outside of her room, staring at it, wondering what I'm going to do with everything my mother just told me.

What feels like an eternity my mom steps out of the room. "She's ready for you…The cops have been talking to her for hours so she's a bit exhausted. I talked to Dr. Garnet and he said if she asks you answer her honestly. If she seems frightened or overwhelmed tell her it can wait. She's going to be able to go home tomorrow."

"Okay- I'll have Taylor get the house ready for her- everything she needs." I'm running through the list of stuff she would need.

"Christian-she might want to go home with Ray."

"What?"

"Son, I don't want you to be surprised if she does. Remember she doesn't know you."

And like a kick in the head, I'm reminded all over again that the love of my life doesn't remember me. I'm a stranger. Every moment we ever shared together has been erased from her mind.

I just nod my head and move inside to go in the room.

I slowly walk into the room and drop the bag to the floor. Her head turns to me and I gape at her. My Ana is here. She's real. She looks at me blankly but for a second, I see something cross her face, but I'm not sure what it is. Then she looks at the bundle in her arms and back to me.

"You must be Christian," she mumbles.

Her angelic voice rings in my ears. A year of not hearing her voice, besides in the few home videos I have of us and her voicemail. I let the tears fall from my eyes. She's here. My baby is here. I look at her briefly and see the marks on her arms. She's been hurt and if I ever catch the bastard he will pay.

"Yeah. Um…" I'm not sure what to do with myself. "Hi. I know you don't know me. My mother explained it, but I can't tell how good it is to see your face." I slowly move to her bed- not wanting to frighten her.

She gives me a small smile. "I'm sorry that I don't."

The small bundle in her arms starts to whimper and she moves to comfort him. "What's his name?"

She smiles down and looks lovingly at the baby in her arms.

"Christian Grayson Steele"

I'm pretty sure my jaw is hanging to the ground in surprise. If the name Christian didn't already shock me- it's the middle name of Grayson. Could it be that I really never was far from her memory?

"I like the name…"

I sit on the edge of the bed and look down at the baby. I look down at his little face and see how much he's the perfect mix of me and Ana, but he's got my copper curls.

"How old is he?" I ask.

"Five months," she answers softly and our eyes meet.

Five months. Five months of firsts, nine months of not being able to see her stomach grow. I missed all that. I can't help but wonder if she knew she was pregnant before she was taken.

We don't say anything for the longest time as I stare at the little boy in her arms. I was never sure if I wanted kids. The thought of them terrified me. If not for my rough childhood because there always so little and I would feel as though I would break them. And what if they hated me- I find most people do, so why wouldn't my kid.

The baby's eyes flutter open and I could swear he's looking at me. His mother's eyes stare at me and I can't help but feel this bond for this baby. He's part of us. Something that always ties us together. He makes a noise like raspberries and slobber falls down his chin.

I swear we have the same chin.

"He's perfect, Ana."

Our faces turn to each other, and our noses rub together. I would swear for a second she knows me. She closes her eyes as if she's stressed- shaking her head before opening those baby blues back to me.

"I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?" She whispers breathlessly and a hint of confusion in her voice.

Oh, Ana, I remember kissing you like it was yesterday. I look at her wet pink lips and try to shake off the memory of how soft her lips used to feel pressed to mine. How her gentle touch always sent shockwaves through me because our energy was always electric. I smile knowing that's what she used to say.

"Because we were together- for over a year- before…"

"Before he took me…?"

"Yeah…" She closes her eyes painfully and tears fall down her cheek. "I wish I could remember. Like I feel as though I can trust you and I don't even know you…"

"It's okay. I'm here for you, Ana." I grab her free hand and squeeze it. She looks down at our hands and her eyes go wide.

"You're married?"

To the most wonderful girl on this planet.

"We are," I say softly and rub my finger on her naked ring finger. God knows the bastard took it from her and sold them somehow.

She jolts her hand away from me and scoots back from me. She's shaking her head vigorously. "I would know that. I would."

"Ana, you remember something. I know this is hard and a lot to take in. But try to breathe. I know this has to be a lot for you. One step at a time. Okay?"

She nods and I still see the panic in her eyes. "Why can't I remember? I feel-I want to-" She cries again.

"I don't know…" I reach out to rub her shoulder. I want to hug her, but I fear I've already overwhelmed her too much.

"Listen, I bought some stuff for you. Clothes, toothbrush, and I can get someone to get clothes for the baby- anything. Just let me know."

"Okay." She says meekly.

"Do you have any questions for me? I know you probably don't want to talk about what happened. But I want you to know I'm here for you." I look down at the baby who is now cooing around and looking at me. "And little Christian…"

"That's sweet…"

There's a knock on the door before it opens and the both of us look to the door. It's Ray and my body stiffens. He looks at me, his expression empty and then to my wife.

"Daddy-" She cries and he rushes over to her. Literally pushing me out of the way to wrap her in his arms.

My heart and stomach twist back into sailor knots and I'm jealous of the fact that she can remember Ray and not me. She's going to trust everything he says. Tell her I'm no good for her and make her hate me.

"Oh, Annie. I couldn't tell you how much I missed you, darling." He kisses her cheek and looks her over. "My poor angel."

"I'm okay-"

"And who do we have here?" He looks at the baby and runs his finger down his cheek. He glances at me and I shift on my foot before looking back at his daughter.

"This is Christian… your grandson…"

"Christian-" he whispers the name…"You remember him?" and points in my direction.

She shakes her head, "no... I just heard it in a dream…"

"I'm going to leave you two be. Let you catch up." I weakly smile. "I'll be out there if you need me or anything okay?" I tell her and Ana nods in reply.

I don't say anymore and I'm out the door. I close it behind me and lean against it. Spinning my wedding ring on my finger thinking back to our wedding day. I smile remembering her dressed in white and we made that vow to each other to honor and love in sickness and in health. If there wasn't a moment where I needed to honor those vows, it's now. I'm in this for the long haul.

Now I just have to get my baby to fall in love with me again.

A/N: Thoughts...

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