Christian knew Ana felt trapped in the apartment, but at least it was a nice apartment, he consoled himself. And he was trapped right alongside with her, keeping her company. He chuckled to himself. He'd kept her in a constant state of "company" over the last two weeks.

Christian loved seeing his wife pregnant - her horniness was just a pleasant side effect. She was glowing. He, on the other hand, was panicking. Phoebe was still a month away from their scheduled C-section but the lockdown at Escala had already begun. The nervous father wasn't taking any chances this time around.

After watching Ana suffer through Teddy's grueling 15-hour birth, him paralyzed by her pain, Christian was determined to make Phoebe's arrival a smooth one. But he knew there were some things even a billionaire control freak couldn't control - hence his insistence that Ana start working from home two weeks ago. She wasn't thrilled but relented to appease his paranoia. Now, however, the cabin fever combined with her raging hormones was testing even Ana's characteristically infinite patience. Fortunately, he was usually able to distract her from her snappiness by taking advantage of her pregnancy-fueled appetite for sex.

He wore a shit-eating grin that stretched from ear to ear thinking about his latest distraction when a blood-curdling scream stopped his heart. "CHRISTIAN!" Dropping his papers in his study, he sprinted and stumbled toward his wife's booming voice.

"Where the hell are my gummy bears Christian?" Ana fumed as she waddled furiously around the kitchen, hands on her aching lower back.

"What the fuck Ana - you practically gave me a God damn heart attack! Don't do that fucking shit again!"

"How many freaking times do I have to tell you to stop eating all my gummy bears! And how many times do I have to tell you to learn to control your language. I won't have Teddy emulating your rather colorful vocabulary and saying fuck fuckity shit around his new sister."

Christian took a long, deep breath but couldn't resist one more jab. "Fuck," he muttered, too stubborn to give her the last word. She burst out laughing at his petulant pouting, wrapping her arms around his neck, her growing belly a physical connection and reminder of the love between them.

He instantly softened despite having borne the brunt of her mood swings lately. He was responsible for knocking her up after all, he mused to himself with arrogant pride. "Gail will buy you some more gummies later Mrs. Jekyll and Hyde. In the meantime ... I can help you find other ways to keep your smart mouth occupied," he suggested lewdly.

Ana just rolled her eyes and bit her lip, going for the double whammy. "Oh Mrs. Grey, just because we've taken a break from spanking doesn't mean I'm not keeping count. I'm a billionaire remember - I'm pretty good at math."

"Well, I've lost track how many times you've helped to 'distract' me from my crabiness since you locked me away in this fancy penthouse pregnancy prison Mr. Grey, but I was hoping you'd add one more distraction to the total," Ana winked.

Christian didn't need a hint - he'd already been steadily backing them up toward their bedroom, anxious to relieve his wife's pregnancy boredom. Ana wasn't in the mood for subtlety either, launching herself at her amused husband while clawing at his pants.

He kissed her hard, reveling in the sweet taste of her mouth, her breath, her essence. Her soft moans mingled with his harsh grunts as he ripped off her sweatpants and T-shirt, admiring her beautifully swollen breasts and the protruding belly that housed his future daughter.

"You're stunning baby," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and motioning her toward his lap. "Come here Ana."

More than happy to comply, she curled her frame around her husband as he began ghosting her neck with feather-light kisses while massaging her tender breasts. She threw her head back when he flicked her nipples with the barest of touches, knowing he could amp up the teasing given how sensitive they were.

"Christian," she strangled out an incoherent plea. "I need you." That was all the encouragement he needed, lifting her up and impaling her on his engorged cock. "Fuck Christian yes."

"Language Mrs. Grey," he reminded her, the strain evident in his voice. "Fuck, more," she stuttered out in response, bouncing up and down to feel every precious inch of him filling her.

"That's it baby, ride me," he commanded, grabbing her shoulder with one hand to control her movements while the other cradled her stomach, protecting the other baby in his life.

He was panting hard and heavy in her ear. God her silken walls felt so tight, so perfect. He couldn't hold out any longer. "Now Ana, now damn it!" She muffled her scream by biting down on his shoulder while his body went rigid in pleasure, the veins in his neck bulging while he exploded inside of her.

When they came to their senses, sweaty but sated, she gave him a contented smile, which he promptly smothered in kisses. "Thank you for the distraction," she simply said, getting up and grabbing some new clothes.

"You wound me Mrs. Grey. Is that all I'm good for?"

"Yep, for now at least. I'll need you for dirty diapers in about a month," she quipped, giggling and heading back toward the kitchen to curb her ravenous appetite - for food this time. Christian put his own clothes back on as he shook his head, marveling at what a lucky son of a bitch he was.

Just then, another scream pierced the silence. His heart leapt into his throat but he was calmer this time around as he marched toward the kitchen. "I'll go out and get the damn gummies myself," he mumbled to himself. But then he saw his wife crumpled on the floor, clutching her stomach. He was at her side in an instant, his face a picture of sheer horror.

"Ana what is it? What's wrong? Is it the baby?" He was panting harder than she was.

"Pain," she whispered, clenching her teeth in anguish. "Call the doctor."

Too late. Christian had already picked her up, somehow called Taylor to get the car and was waiting for the elevator to take them to the hospital. "Don't worry baby. I've got you. I've got you," he repeated as he kissed her temple, trying to reassure both her and himself.