I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey.

Chapter 1

*ANA POV*

I feel the sun streaks kiss my skin through the blanket. Another day has come. I slowly open my eyes and find a mop of copper hair on my chest. Oh my dear sweet husband, my Fifty, lying against my breasts, his arms enveloping me, allowing me to feel his warmth. We usually end up like this after an entire night till dawn of lovemaking, however, this early morning was an exception.

It has been exactly a month since I gave birth to Teddy. Teddy, oh Teddy, even just the thought of our little angel is enough to make me smile. Anyway, Dr. Greene said that we had to wait six weeks before we can resume sexual intercourse. Those words made Christian frown. Upon seeing his reaction, Dr. Greene further explained that while penetration is not allowed, we could still do foreplay. I swear I saw the lightbulb glow atop of Christian's. Leave it to my dear husband to get "creative".

I brush his hair to try to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face. He stirs & hugs me tighter. He opens his eyes and glances up at me. We stare at each other, gray eyes to blue. He looks straight at my breasts and nuzzles. He suddenly takes my nipple and suckles it.

"I never thought you would enjoy breastmilk so much. Honestly Christian, if I go dry and Teddy goes hungry, I blame you!" I say with mock indignation.

Christian stops. He rests on my breasts and hugs me again. Oh no! Never make a joke about babies and toddlers going hungry. Especially his own child. Sometimes I do wish I operate with a filter in between my brain and my mouth.

"I was just joking dear. Mommies don't go dry. You can have all the breastmilk you like. Just make you sure you leave some for your son."

Christian looks at me again. He pulls himself up and kisses me gently on the lips.

"Good morning baby. I take it that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself last night," Christian says with a smirk.

"Good morning to you too! Oh trust me babe, I did. I REALLY did. You should consider writing a book on your sexpertise. Last night would be the post-partum edition." I giggle.

"No way! Elliot would know my secret. You really want him & Kate to have a sexlife as awesome as ours?" Christian raises an eyebrow.

"No! Never!" I shake my head jokingly.

The baby monitor suddenly turns up. My little Christian Grey Jr. Is now up. Hungry, no doubt.

"That would be your 1 month old spawn, Daddy."

We head to the nursery hand in hand. I stare at my husband. Who would've thought my BDSM loving almost-Dom turned boyfriend turned husband turned father would be some kind of "SuperDaddy" but he really is. Months prior to Ted's arrival, Christian and I went to a high end baby store in Seattle and ended up almost buying the entire place. He has toys for infant Teddy, toddler Teddy until pre-school Teddy. Name every health kit every baby needs and mine has it. All of it. I told Christian not to spoil the baby, but he says his little boy deserves the best of everything, just like his mommy. Christian has also busied himself reading parenting books, attending private parent classes and even setting up Teddy's trust fund. I gaped at him when I saw his investments for Teddy. Not even born and already a multimillionaire. But then if my baby is going to go some exclusive prep school and Ivy, who was I do disagree?

"You're staring," Christian says, ruining my pre-Ted reminiscing.

We enter the all white Nursery as big as my college apartment.

"Hello there baby boy!" I cradle my wailing baby to my chest and kiss his forehead. His cry turns into a silent whimper.

"You're a month old today Teddy bear. Aren't you just the cutest baby in the world?" Christian covers his chubby face with kisses.

His blackberry rings and he turns to leave to answer the call.

I feed Teddy, bathe him and change him into a white onesie with "Baby Number 1" written on it. His ever enthusiastic Aunt Mia got him an entire set of personalized onesies. Being grandchild numero uno, all the attention is always on him.

I remember the time when Christian and I told everyone of our impending parenthood...

"Wine, Ana?" Kate asks.

"I'm good, Kate." I raise up my glass of water.

Christian scoots closer to me and puts his arm around my waist.

"So Christian, is the house to your liking or do you want Gia and I to further revamp it?" Elliot asks. I see Kate rolling her eyes at the mention of her name. She mouths the word "Bitch". I giggle.

"Well Ana loves it. If she loves it, I love it too." He kisses my shoulder. I look at Christian. Oh boy, this man really loves me.

"That's very nice of you Christian. Is that really a Grey character? Because I think that trait skipped the first child," Kate remarks sardonically.

"Whatever, Kate. You love me anyway." Elliot pulls Kate closer to him and squeezes his shoulders. "But seriously bro, that house is HUGE. It has five bedrooms, and you're only two people."

"We'll think about it," Christian replies. He winks at me and I blush.

We were planning to tell the entire family (sans Grace and Carrick who already know) tonight as we both know that Little blip won't be so little soon. My mom and Ray knew of Blip this afternoon after my mom learned of modern technology from Bob and "Skype"... which she pronounces as "Skip" by the way. She cried and cried. The conversation ended after she accidentally knocked out her own webcam. We called Ray after. His voice was cracking upon the news, no doubt crying.

Grace enters the living room, looking as posh as ever. "Children, dinner's ready."

Over dinner, Christian and I were waiting for the perfect moment to segue the baby announcement, but as soon as we sat down, wedding planner Mia started talking about Elliot and Kate's wedding plans.

"We would like for it to be in May. It marks their dating anniversary," Mia says.

Elliot puts his hand on Kate's and they look at each other lovingly.

Grace and Carrick look at me, as if their waiting for a protest.

"Kate and I were thinking that it would also be nice to get married by the beach. In Hawaii to be exact. Or Cancun. Whichever you guys are up for," Elliot says without taking his eyes off Kate.

Oh no. May. Travel. Beach. Big Blip would pop out of me anytime in May. I wouldn't want my first child to be born by the shore, mid-air or a Mexican citizen.

"And we'd be in hula outfits!" Mia exclaims.

Kate claps her hands excitedly.

Christian and I stare at each other. His mouth curls. My stomach would be as big as the entire world itself! Though I wonder if that what's in Christian's head right now. I bet he just doesn't want me in a hula outfit for the people to see.

"Uh, Kate. I don't think I could wear something like that." I shoot a look at Kate.

"Why not?" Kate asks quizzically.

"You see. I – uh..."

"You..." Kate continues.

I stare down at my tummy then up at Kate, hoping she gets the message.

She suddenly gapes at me. Tears are forming in her eyes. She catches her breathe as if she's hyperventilating. She stands up walks over to me and hugs me.

"I'm. So. Happy. For. You." She says in between sniffing through her tears.

I hug her back, now unable to hold my own tears.

"What is it? What's going on?" Mia asks.

Grace too joins the crying ladies association. Carrick wipes the tears from her eyes and holds her hand.

I let go of Kate and hold my hand out to Christian. He stands up and squeezes my hand.

"Ana has given me the pleasure of being a father. We're having a baby!" Christian says with enthusiasm.

I've never really seen enthusiastic Fifty often. Not that I'm complaining.

Mia joins the bawling troupe. Now all the women in the table are crying tears of joy.

Everyone stands up to give Christian and myself a hug.

Christian bends down and kisses my stomach for all the Grey's to see.

I really feel lucky that Blip gets to arrive to a world wherein he'd be soooo loved by his parents and extended family.

"Earth to Ana." Christian snaps his hand infront of my eyes.

"My parents called, remembering Teddy turns a month old. Everyone is coming over for lunch." Christian gets Teddy from my arms and cradles him. "Number 1 eh? Always Teddy bear, always." He kisses Teddy's forehead and cradles him tighter.