It’s five o’clock in the morning and as usual, I find myself unable to sleep. Leaving a peaceful, sleeping Anastasia in bed, I make my way out of the bedroom and into the great room where I sit down on the bench behind the piano and begin to play. The dark melodic tune begins to fill the room, and it isn’t long before she appears beside me.

“You should be asleep,” I scold.

“So should you, Mr. Grey.”

“Hmm…” And I give her a disapproving glare as she attempts to scold me right back. “Well, I cant sleep.”

I continue you to play as she sits down beside me on the bench, resting her head on my shoulder.

“What is this?”

“Chopin,” I reply, finishing the piece. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I think I’m still on Georgia time.” She shrugs, quickly continuing on with her early…