Christian is in his study when I arrive home from work. I havent spoke to him since going to bed after our argument last night. Thinking back on the argument over me returning to work, I don't think I will bother him.
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The whole situation with Jack Hyde has finally blown over and the media is settling down about it. Christian knew that I would be returning to work tomorrow but is trying to put a stop to it. "Christian, I'm fine. My bruises are gone, the baby is fine, my morning sickness is gone and people have finally stopped talking. I am returning to work whether you like it or not. You can't stop me, I love my job too much." I refuse to let him win this argument.
"Anastasia, please listen to me. With everything that's happened I don't think the stress of going back to work yet is a good idea for you or the baby. Stress isn't good when your pregnant." He insists with those grey puppy dog eyes but I wont give in.
"So just when will be the right time to return to work? Surely I should have returned already. I've put it off long enough its been 2 months im not waiting any longer."
"I don't think you should return to work until well after you have the baby or not return at all. You know you don't have to work baby." He said with much enthusiasm.
"Excuse me?" My voice has raised a level or two unintentionally. "Your out of your mind if you think im not going back to work or waiting that long. I'll be damned if you think you can keep me away from my job. Now if you'll excuse me I have to get my things ready for tomorrow and then im going to bed. You will be smart to get out of my way and leave well enough alone."
With that, I head into the shower washing away my anger. When I return in the bedroom Christian isn't there. Good because i was tired of going around in circles.
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When I woke up this morning Christian already left for work, obviously still upset im going back to work. So I know he's in his study still sulking over me not wanting to stay home, but so be it. He knows I refuse to be locked up in this ivory tower by myself any longer. I head into our bedroom to kick off my heels and relax a little before dinner.
About an hour later I head to the kitchen to see what Gail is preparing. "Good evening Gail. How are You? What will we be having for dinner?" I ask and she turns to look at me.
"I'm fine, thank you.I'm making a simple White Cheese Chicken Lasagna. How are you this evening, Mrs. Grey? How was your day back at work?" Shes still much to formal with me. I really wish she would call me Ana.
"I'm good, please Gail call me Ana." she nods "I had a lot to catch up on being away from the office so long, thankfully it wasnt too bad since I was doing some work from home. Needless to say, I'm exhausted." I let a soft sigh. "Is Christian still in his study?"
"Yes, He's been in there a while Ana." I mumble under my breath "that bad, huh."
I shake my head as I walk towards his study. When I get to the door, it's cracked open slightly and I can see his disheveled appearance sitting behind the desk. He looks stressed out and there's something else in his look that I can't quite pinpoint. He's definitely sulking.
I knock softly on the door, as I push it open. He looks up at me with those heavy grey eyes, almost displeasing that its me he sees. Wow he's still mad, oh well he's going to have to get over it. "I just wanted to see if you were going to be joining me for dinner. Gail's making Chicken Lasagna, it will be ready shortly."
"Of course, when do I ever refuse watching you eat?" He spats out with a trace of humor.
I let out the breath I didnt know I was holding and slip him a small smile. I head towards him. "I wasnt sure, you've been in here a while." When I reach him, he turns to face me in his chair. "Are you mad at me?"
He lets out a sigh and wraps his arms around my waist. "No, I can never stay mad at you." He lays his head against my stomach and I knot my fingers into his hair.
"I Love you, Christian." I tilt his head to mine, our eyes lock blue to grey and instantly I want him. I lock my lips on his with not just want, but need.
He breaks away to catch his breath, pulling me to straddle him. "I love you so much, Anastasia." And with that are lips lock again, with a fierce need.
I feel him growing beneath me and I want him, no I need him, now. I pull away breathlessly and I put my forehead against Christians "Take me, please!"
Christian is only too willing to comply. He lifts me up as he stands and pushing every thing off of his desk he lays me against the cold wood. His hands travel up my thighs and hikes up my skirt over my hips. I make quick work to undo his pants and use my feet to push them down while his hands slowly pull down my panties.
"Oh Anastasia, what will I do with you?" He says huskily. And in one swift move hes inside me and we are lost, lost in our need for each other.
