IMPORTANT! READ FIRST:

This is an extension to my 'Mine' Trilogy. There isn't going to be any plot nor will there be steady updates. This will be where I post small moments from their lives as parents as they come to mind. Each chapter will be a different moment from the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Grey and their five children. I figured it'd be less messy to lump them all within one story instead of posting a bunch of one shots. I will not be doing a Pinterest page nor will I be doing teasers for this series of one shots since there is no promise of me updating regularly.

I'm trying to write these one shots to where even if you didn't read the trilogy, you'll be able to read it and follow along. I've included some background as I go to refresh the memories of the ones who've read it and to update the ones who haven't read it.

If there is a moment in the lives of C and A with their kids that you'd like to see, drop me a review or a PM and I'll try to do a chapter on it. I might even dedicate that chapter to you. ;)

Thank you!

Stephie

September 2018

Christian

Life has been busier than ever. Anastasia and I now have five children under six, our youngest, Abigail, being born just nine months ago. I never imagined my life to be so chaotic, or as my wife would call it organized chaos. Before Anastasia, I was always a control freak. Well, now, I don't think control is even part of my vocabulary anymore. I guess we do have some semblance of organization in our life...thanks to Anastasia. She keeps our household running better than anyone in the world could. Although she is constantly reminding the children that Daddy is the head of the household, she's the one that calls the shots. When it comes to organizing the children, I just do as I'm told.

Just like now. Taylor and I are heading to the children's private school to pick up our oldest, Camden, and our twin girls, Carlie and Gracie. This is my job. I do it every day. On the days I work in the office, I go in after I drop them off for school, and I leave in time to pick them up from school. On the days I'm home, I do the same, although I get to do it in my running gear and Nike's instead of my suit and Armani shoes. At least when I wear my running gear, I can hide within the mass of school moms with my hood up. In my suits, I stick out like a sore thumb and all the under-sexed, overly-tired mothers ogle me like I'm some sort of pool boy. It's disgusting. I do my best to ignore it and savor each moment I have with my children. This is our bonding time. I get to be the last to kiss them goodbye and wish them a good day and the first who gets to listen to what they did at school that day. Being able to be so hands-on with my children is such a gratifying experience.

When Camden first started preschool, I had a really hard time letting go. I wanted to go and spend the half-day with him each day, but it was against school regulations. After donating a generous amount to the private school, the school board had agreed to allow his CPO to remain in the building during school hours, as long as he was wearing a faculty uniform so that he could blend in with the others. By the time the girls were in preschool, the CPO's have learned to hide so well that even my children don't recognize them.

Now, the girls are in kindergarten at Lexington Academy, while Camden is in first grade. I had thought dropping Camden off at his first day of preschool would be the hardest out of all of them, but the day Anastasia and I first dropped him at the first grade doors and the girls at the kindergarten ones was much harder. My little man isn't so little anymore and my girls are now in a school that houses everyone from kindergarten to fifth-grade. My daughter's were so ecstatic that they no longer had to go what they called the baby school, but we weren't ready for it. Our children are growing so fast and next year, our youngest son, Reigner Carrick, RC for short, will be going to preschool. Where has the time gone?

We pull up into the line to pick up the children and I slide out of the passenger's seat just as the bell rings. I barely get my door closed behind me before I see Camden come bursting out of the front doors and straight for me. He's got a mega-watt smile on his face and instantly, I know he's got something exciting to share.

"Daddy! Daddy, guess what!" He hugs me with one arm and holds out a white envelope with the school's stamp on it.

"What's this, little man?" I take the envelope from him.

"Read it, Daddy!" He bounces on the balls of his feet and I laugh. Very rarely do I get to see Camden so animated. He's such a stoic little boy most of the time.

Breaking the seal, I pull it out, but Camden is too excited to wait for me to read it.

"In writing class, I wrote a story and it's so good that they're going to put it in The Lexington Letter! The big kids read that!" The Lexington Letter is Lexington Academy's school paper. It prints once a week and gets sent home with every child from K-12. Although the paper also includes school functions, cafeteria menus, and announcements for the parents each week, I'd imagine that most parents of the higher level school children don't ever get to see the newspaper. Thank fuck for the internet.

I skim through the letter quickly and my grin widens to match his. "That's awesome, dude! I'm so proud of you, Cam!" I squeeze him hard against me and he smiles up at me.

"Mommy's going to be so excited."

I nod. "Oh, you better believe it! Mommy is going to be beside herself."

"Daddy!" The voices of my girls cause me to look up and Camden lets go of me to climb into the SUV.

"Uncle Taylor! Guess what happened at school today!" I hear Camden's voice from inside the car as I watch the girls race towards me. It's a ritual my competitive twins started the very first day of school. I open my arms and brace myself against the side of the SUV as they come plowing into me.

"I won!"

"Nuh-uh! I did!"

"Only because you pushed me!"

"I did not!"

"Daddy!"

"Girls, girls. You both won. Don't fight." It's a warning, but it's a gentle one.

Looking up, I make eye contact with the three CPO's standing by the front doors and give them a curt nod, letting them know their duty is done for the day.

"Yes, Daddy." The girls say in tandem.

My attention turns back to my sweet girls. "Good girls. Now, how was school today?"

The girls jabber on about their school day while Camden beams from the third row of the SUV, basking in the light from his small win with his short story. Taylor joins in on their jabbering, urging them on, and it makes me laugh. I think Taylor enjoys picking the kids up just as much as I do. He doesn't get much time with Sophia now that she's a teenager. She's got her own friends, her own plans, and a mini diva attitude according to him. I don't look forward to that phase. I think he misses the times he had with her when she was little and it's heartwarming to see him love my children so dearly.

The rule in the car is never to take your seatbelt off until the car is in park, however, I find my eldest son come shuffling out from the back row before the car has even stopped.

"Camden Theodore. What is the rule?"

He stops in his tracks, remembering the rule. "Sorry, Daddy." He's embarrassed that he's forgotten himself. He's a sensitive soul like Ana and I know he's harder on himself than I am, so I try not to sound too angry.

"It's alright, Cam. I know you're excited to show Mommy. We just have to remember the number one rule." Safety.

"Yes, sir."

My heart clenches every time he uses that taught our kids to use Sir and Ma'am as a form of respect, but with us they always use our preferred pronouns, Daddy and Mommy. Camden only uses Sir when he's being hard on himself.

The car shuts off and we hop out of the front to open the back doors for the kids. Camden is a gentleman and waits for Carlie to climb out before climbing out after her. The look on his face shows me that he is disappointed in himself for disappointing me, so I stop him.

"Hey, come here." I open my arms to him and he hugs himself to me, squeezing tight. "Really, buddy. Everything is fine. There's nothing wrong with being excited. Don't think another minute on it, alright?"

He nods against my abdomen. "Yes, Daddy."

"I love you."

"Love you, too, Dad."

I grin and hold up the white envelope. "I think there's something you need to show Mommy now, don't you?"

His eyes light back up when he sees the envelope and he takes it and hurries to the door with the rest of us trailing behind him.

Before I even step through the doorway, I hear my wife squealing and the first thing I see is her scooping up our six year old in her arms while she gives him loud, wet kisses all over his face. He giggles as he tries to push her face away and the mixture of their laughter makes my heart grow two more sizes.

"Mommy! Put me down!"

"Oh, fine." She places him down and welcomes the girls home with a hug. "How was your day, girls?"

The chattering starts up all over again, but Anastasia listens intently as they talk, putting an arm around each one as she turns and escorts them into the kitchen for their afternoon snack.

What am I? Chopped liver?

"Nice to see you, too, honey. My day was great." I grumble to no one in particular. Suddenly, I feel something or someone yanking on my shirt.

"Hi, Daddy. Glad you had a good day." RC is looking up at me with a smile on his face.

My pout turns into a grin. "Hey, buddy. I've missed you." I reach down and pick up my three year old, giving him a kiss. "Did you have fun with Mommy and Abbie today?"

"Yep. We played monster trucks."

"Were you good?" I carry him toward the kitchen, where the rest of my family is.

"Um...yes."

I laugh. "You sure?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"So, you didn't go to the naughty chair today?"

"Hmm...maybe?" He shrugs and his pale cheeks turn a pink.

"Uh, oh. What happened?"

He shrugs.

"Did you stop whatever you were doing after going to the naughty chair?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Alright." I press another kiss to his cheek and place him in his seat at the table in the kitchen so he can have a snack with his siblings.

"Da, Da, Da, Da, Da." I find my baby girl sitting up in her jumper in the middle of the kitchen jumping with each syllable. She's chewing on her fist and I can see the drool around her mouth. My poor girl is teething and having a hard time with it. She's been fussy lately, but she's happy right now. She's smiling up at me and I hurry over to pick her up. My baby girl.

Anastasia stands there with her hands on her hips, frowning. Abbie still refuses to say Mama and it's pissing Ana off. I find it hilarious.

"What? She loves me." I tell Ana, kissing Abbie's cheek. I reach into my pocket and pull out my handkerchief to dry Abbie's face.

Ana huffs and begins to peel and cut a banana to smash up for Abbie. "I'm with that girl all day! I watch her, I play with her, I clean her, I sacrifice my perky breasts to feed her, but do you think she could say my name? No! She's got to say yours."

I chuckle and Abbie looks up at me. "Your Mommy is in a mood, huh, baby girl?"

Abbie makes a few noises and then yells at the end, her eyebrows lifting dramatically as she does so.

"She agrees with me." I tell Ana.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ana cock an eyebrow at me, so I pretend to not notice and busy myself with putting Abbie in her high chair.

"Daddy, can I have more milk?"

"Sure, doodlebug." I refill Carlie's milk and make my way over to Ana, wrapping my arms around her from behind.

"Are you alright, baby?" I press my lips to her neck.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired. RC didn't nap today and he's been a little wild, so I haven't had time to decompress."

"I'm sorry."

She giggles and places the spoon down to turn towards me. Wrapping her arms around me, she presses her lips to mine. "There's no reason to be sorry, baby. We chose this life and I love it. Sometimes, I just need a minute to take a deep breath and step back to realize just how blessed we really are. Just look at them, Christian." She looks over her shoulder and my eyes sweep over the table to all our children, who are eating and talking noisily about their day. "They're all ours." She turns back to me. "Thank you for giving me five beautiful children."

My lips pull up into a smile. "No, no. Thank you, Mrs. Grey." She's done most of the work. I'm the luckiest man in the world. I capture her lips with mine, but before I can deepen it, there's a bang and all hell breaks loose.

The baby begins to cry, startled by the clatter, and Gracie lets out a wail, too.

"Mommy! RC threw his apple slice at me!"

Before I can even comprehend what's going on, Anastasia is already pulling Abbie out of her seat to calm her while using a towel to sop up the spilled milk running across the table.

"Gracie called me a baby!"

"Well, you are!"

"Am not!"

"RC! Gracie! Enough." I make my way toward the table. "Gracie, we've been over this twice before. Tonight, you'll go to bed with no tablet time."

"Mommy!"

"You'll listen to your daddy, Gracie."

RC sticks his tongue out at Gracie.

"Dude. I'm right here."

He looks up at me and tucks his chin. "Sorry, Daddy."

"You'll go to bed with no tablet time for throwing the apple and a half an hour early for that tongue."

"Ohhh." He whines, crossing his arms, pouting. "But, I didn't get a warning."

"You've had enough warnings today. You want to be a big boy, you're going to be treated like a big boy. You haven't had a nap, so going to bed early seems to be a good option for you."

Anastasia is still bouncing Abbie on her hip while she begins to stack the kids plates to clear the table.

"Here, let me get this. You feed Abbie and let me clear the table."

"Thank you, babe. Alright, you three go upstairs and change out of your uniforms while Daddy and I clean up." She carries Abby to the fridge to retrieve some breast milk to mix with the smashed bananas while the three oldest run upstairs to change. RC remains plastered in his seat, pouting, tears rolling down his cheeks. It's taken awhile, but I've finally come to realize that RC uses those big, fat crocodile tears to get out of punishments. He knew it tugged at my heartstrings, but with Anastasia's help, I've learned to stay strong and follow through with his punishments. Although his tears still get to me, I know that this is for the best. If not reprimanded, he'll turn into a complete brat. I've already been through this with my sister and I've learned my lesson.

I busy myself with clearing the table, rinsing the dishes, and placing them in the dishwasher. Yes, I do dishes. And no, seven years ago, I never thought I'd be content with doing so. I always thought I'd have a live-in housekeeper to clean up after me, but things change. We still have Gail, of course. I'd never get rid of her. But, with so many family members and such a large house, she concentrates on the deep cleaning while Anastasia concentrates on cleaning up after the children and doing the cooking.

By the time Abbie is sat in her high chair with her bowl of banana, she's a happy baby again and the children come back down in their playwear.

"I think tonight we should celebrate Camden's good news! What do you think, Daddy?" Anastasia asks, feeding Abbie.

The kids cheer and I agree. "I think that's a great idea, Mommy. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking that we let Camden decide what we're going to have for dinner tonight. I'll make whatever you want, baby boy."

He taps his chin, thinking, and I pick RC up off his chair to have a seat with him on my lap. RC has received enough punishments and I'll see them through at bedtime, but for now, there's nothing wrong with a few cuddles to make him feel better. RC rests back against me and plays with my watch while we wait for Camden to answer.

"I want...pizza!"

"Pizza!" Anastasia asks, feigning surprise. "Don't you want Mommy to cook you something good like liver and broccoli or trout and beets?"

His nose wrinkles in disgust and his tongue sticks out. "Yuck, Mommy. I thought we were celebrating. That sounds like a punishment."

Anastasia laughs. "Oh, alright, then. We'll have a pizza party. Why don't you call Uncle Taylor and Aunt Gail on the intercom and ask them to join?"

"Oh, yes! Do you think Aunt Gail would make her chocolate pie for dessert?" My son has a love affair with Gail's desserts.

"I bet she would."

XxXxXx

RC is asleep, the girls have been put to bed, and Abbie is feeding under Anastasia's modesty smock while we put Camden to bed.

"Did you enjoy your party buddy?" Anastasia asks, pushing his hair off of his forehead.

He grins. "Yea. It was lots of fun."

"Your Mommy and I are so proud of you for doing your best, buddy. You're doing so well in school."

Camden's cheeks turn pink at my admission.

"Daddy, do you think I could have extra reading time tonight?" He gives me a sweet smile.

I laugh. "You're really milking this thing, huh?"

His eyebrows knit together, not understanding what that means.

I shake my head. "Don't worry about it, son. Yes, I think you could have extra reading time tonight. We'll set your light timer for an extra twenty minutes tonight, alright?"

He smiles. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, buddy." I lean down and kiss him and Anastasia follows my lead.

"We love you, Cam. Sleep well." Anastasia fusses with his covers a few more seconds while I stand and pull my phone out of my pocket. We have his bedside lamp on a timer and we can control it from our phones via bluetooth. I set it for fifty-five minutes, giving him an extra five minutes to get his book and get settled.

After turning off his light and shutting his door, Ana sighs. "I love this time of night. It's so peaceful." We hear the girls giggle quietly from their room. "Well, for the most part."

I chuckle and lean in to kiss her. "Hows our baby girl doing?"

She lifts the smock and I see that she's sleeping, her mother's nipple still in her mouth.

"Here, give her to me and I'll burp her and lay her down. You go enjoy a nice, hot shower."

She hums. "Oh, that sounds heavenly. You're the best." She raises up on her tiptoes and kisses me before handing Abbie over to me.

She grunts in her sleep and snuggles into my neck when I lay her against me. Anastasia reaches up and smooths the hair on the back of Abbie's head.

"I love watching you with our babies, Christian. You're so hands on. So many men aren't. I don't know how we got so lucky to have you. The kids really couldn't have gotten a better father."

I give her a smile. "Go have your shower, baby. I'll meet you in bed."

She yawns, covering it with her hand, and nods. By the yawn, I can tell that I'm probably not going to be sinking myself into her tonight.

I take my time in Abigail's room, burping her and then rocking her until she falls back to sleep, and then I take another ten minutes just rocking her and gazing at her while I let Anastasia shower. She's our last baby. I have to swallow back my tears. It's so bittersweet. It won't be long before we're sending Abbie off to school and our house is going to be quiet in the middle of the day. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that, yet. I'm not sure if Anastasia is, either. RC is going to preschool next year, leaving Anastasia home with only one child. When the girls went off to preschool, she was pregnant with Abbie and had a rowdy two year old to fill her time. I hope she does well with the change.

I place our baby girl in her crib and turn on her monitor, before heading to our room. When I get there, the bed is empty and I hear the water still running in the bathroom. I grab the tablet and pull up the app for the baby monitor before heading into the bathroom with it. I leave it on the counter and strip down so I can join my wife for a long overdue shower together.

When I open the shower door, I find my girl with her leg up on the foot pedestal while she shaves her leg.

"I'm way overdue for a wax." She explains when my eyebrows knit together.

I make my way over to her and kneel in front of her. With her leg propped up like this she's open beautifully for me and I can't help myself. I take the razor from her and place it on the shelf beside me. "I'll watch RC and Abbie tomorrow. You go to the spa and enjoy yourself for awhile."

"But-Oh!" She's cut off when my mouth comes in contact with her center and she moans. Her fingers slip through my hair, urging me on. "Mmm, Christian. I need you."

Fuck, yes.

I shoot up from the floor, making her giggle, and I turn the water off, before scooping her up and carrying her to the bed.

"Christian! We're all wet!"

I place her on her feet. "Fine. Don't move!"

As fast as I can, I grab a towel and dry us off.

"Now, where was I?" I grab her and throw her into the middle of the still made bed, pouncing on top of her. I kiss my way quickly down her body and nuzzle into her center. "Hmm...right about here…" It's been almost a week since Anastasia and I have been intimate, causing Ana to come at lightning speed. I'm almost shocked by how quickly it happens...but relieved. I need to be inside of her.

I climb on top of her and slip into her before her body even relaxes from her explosive orgasm, but she doesn't seem to mind. Both of her legs wrap around me and she clings to me with both arms as I thrust.

"Fuck...I've missed you, babydoll." My hand wanders up her body and my fingers wrap around her thin, pale throat lightly, holding her in place as I begin to piston into her harder.

Anastasia cries out and her hand clamps around my wrist, squeezing. Her silent way of asking me to tighten my grip on her throat. My fingers tighten around the sides of her throat, but I make sure to keep an easy grip on the front so that her airway is unaffected.

"Yes! Yes, Christian. Don't stop. Fuck. Please, don't stop." Her hips start bucking against mine and I slam into her with all the force I have, hoping to get her there before I burst.

"Watch. Your. Mouth." I growl into her ear with each thrust, making her cry out.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." She begins to flutter around my dick and she whimpers, feeling her orgasm rise within her.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You!" She breathes out, her fingernails beginning to sink into my shoulder blades. "Only you."

"That's my good girl. Come for me. Give it to me." I demand, squeezing her neck just a little tighter. Her body begins to twitch and I release her neck, the blood flow rushing back, making her whole body convulse uncontrollably, and I fall over the edge with her. Fuck, I love this.

I'll never get bored watching her like this. Watching her fall apart below me as I control both her and my pleasure is the ultimate stroke to my ego and my heart. Even after all these years, she gives me all the power in the bedroom and it's probably something I'll always crave.

As she curls up naked in bed and I curl up beside her, I can't help, but feel that I might be the luckiest man alive.

"Goodnight, Christian. I love you."

I hum and nuzzle into her hair. "Love you, too, baby."

I wrap my arms around my wife...around the person I've completely built my life around. Without her, my life would have little meaning and I'd have no happiness. She's given me a soulmate, five incredible children, a reason to come home every day, and a reason to live life to the fullest. I owe everything to the petite brunette in my arms. I allow myself to drift off, knowing that I get to do this every night for the rest of my life. Some nights, it might just be us...other nights there might be anywhere from one to five children in between...but we'll drift off night after night in this bed together.

Talk about a lucky mother fucker.