This goes under the same universe as My little girl isn't so little anymore… this happened before that story started. I thought of posting it with that one, but I thought that story and this one stand alone. I might leave this as un-completed just in case I get some more ideas for it. So if you got any, send them my way. Thanks to Leigh for part of the idea in this story. Tell me what you think:)
Ana and I are celebrating Christmas Eve and Christmas at my parents' house. We will be spending the night, in my old bedroom. Our kids Teddy who is 14 and Phoebe who is 12 will be sleeping in the guestrooms with their cousins.
I'm holding the woman I've been married for 15 years in my arms. Even after all these years I can't seem to get enough of her. Ana is straggled in my lap, we're both naked and I'm inside of her. We're both just making out, our tongues entwined together, just tasting each other. I don't even have to move as her vaginal muscles do all the work, just clamping around me. Not a thing has to be said as we just touch and enjoy the feeling of each other.
I start kissing down her neck and latch myself to her nipples, I can feel she's close and so am I. But I really don't want this moment to end. However as soon as she throws her head back and moans her release, I'm a goner coming right behind her.
Still with myself deep inside of her I scoot all the way back on the bed and lay down with her on top of me. I revel in the feeling of her body so close to mine. The way her breast feel pressed against my chest. Is it possible to love this woman more?
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Grey." She purrs at me.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Grey."
"I really want to give you my present now." She tells me.
"Does it involve more of this?" I say as I thrust into her.
She shakes her head at me. "No. But I will need to get up to get it."
I groan as she removes herself from me. I groan as her naked body sashays over to her duffle bag that is sitting on the dresser. She pulls out a tiny box wrapped in blue wrapping paper. "Now this is only one of your gifts. But it's the biggest." She smiles at me handing me to box.
I sit up on in the bed as she cuddles into my side. I shake it first, but it doesn't make any noise. Well, it's not keys to that Beemer I wanted. I look over at her questionably.
"Open it." She nudges me.
I pull back the paper and pull out and box. I pop the top of it and inside is a picture. My heart starts to race as I pull out the picture. It's just not any picture, it's a sonogram. I stare at in disbelief. I look at Ana and then back at the sonogram.
"You're pregnant?" I know my eyes have to be as big as saucers and I think my mouth is hanging wide open that I must be catching flies.
"Yeah, I'm 3 months along." I look at her and I can sense the worry on her face.
"How?" I ask still not believing the proof that sits in my hands. She raises her eyebrow at me.
"Well, you see when a man and a woman love each other…" I put my hand up to stop her.
"Alright, smart mouth. You know what I mean. I thought the doctor said it would be impossible after Phoebe. " We tried for a few years, but just gave up. We figure if it was going to happen it will. We were content with our 2 but, here we are.
She shrugs at me. "She told me that even if the chance was minimal for us to conceive again there was always a chance. I mean, maybe my body had time to heal from whatever. It has been 12 years."
"Wow. I'm still taken by surprise. But, baby this is fantastic." I smile and pulling her to my arms and kissing her with everything I got. "I love you."
"I love you too." She tells me. She wraps her arms around me, resting her head on my chest.
"You should get some sleep babe. We have a long day ahead of us"
"Mmm." She nuzzles more into me and I already know she's out like a light. I lay down, taking her with me and wrapping the blanket around her.
I'm going to be a father again at 43. I'm going to be in my 60's when they graduate highschool. Shit, will I even be alive to see my grandchildren? My heart starts racing at the thought.
I'm scared shitless. But, I won't be telling Ana that. Don't get me wrong I'm happy. I always wanted just one more, but when we knew it might never happen I learned to let it go. And Ana is already 3 months along, so we're already through the rough part. I try to think back and think if she had any symptoms like she did with Ted and Phe, but nothing comes to mind.
But I'm going to be so old. Will I even able to do the same things that I did with Ted and Phoebe?
I think I need a stiff drink. My head is starting to hurt thinking about all this. I walk into my dad's office, since this is where the good stuff is. I pour myself a glass of Scotch and down it. The burn feels good. I fill another down that too, then fill up my third and take it with me.
I walk past the library and the door is closed. As I'm walking past I start hearing some soft moans behind the door. Who the fuck is that at this hour? I'm about to knock on the door to mess with whoever it is, because it's more than likely Elliot. Then I hear it.
"Oh, Carrick."
OH god. It's my mother and father. Gross!
I hear it again. I think I'm going to throw up. It's not right. They're not allowed to do that anymore. I stumble out of the hallway, I need to go clean my ears out or something. Scratch the memory from my brain, I need more to drink.
I go back to the office, and down two more shots. That should help with any impending nightmares.
Maybe?
I make one more just in case. I exit the room and I'm walking my way back to my room, when the library door opens.
Fuck!
Out walks my mom and dad. My mom is wrapped in a blanket, thank the almighty above that she's covered up and my dad only wearing his pants. It was bad enough that I had to hear it, but now there's proof in the pudding.
"Christian!" My mom asks startled.
I avert my eyes and try to look away.
"Hi."
"Is something wrong?"
"Um. No everything is fine." I say curtly.
Get me out of here
"I've seen you been into my best Scotch. So something is the matter." My dad questions.
"It's nothing. I just found out something. I'm sure you will find out tomorrow. I'm going to get back to bed."
I practically run away and back up to the steps, and I guess the liquor hit me right at that moment because I go tumbling up the stairs. Luckily, I don't spill my drink.
They come running over to me concerned and my dad gives me a hand to stand up. I'm guessing hearing to commotion Elliott and Ana come out of the rooms.
"What happened?" Ana asks me, approaching me. As she gets close to me she sticks up her nose. "You reek." She spots the drink in my hand and looks at me questionably. I can almost see that she's hurt.
Elliot looks between us and then at my parents.
"What are you guys doing up? And why are you just wearing a blank…. Oh god." Elliot groan and turns his face away from mom and dad.
He just realized what I just heard and kind of saw.
"What is your twos problem?" My dad says sternly but in a whisper not to wake up the house.
I sigh. "I went to get a drink, to help me sleep and I walked by the library and I…." Shake my head. "Heard you and mom." I think I start to gag.
"Oh grow up!" My mom says.
What?
Elliot and I look at her in surprise.
"You don't think we don't know what you guys do behind closed doors? And did you forget the time years ago I caught you and Ana in the boathouse?" My mom says harshly. I look at Ana and see the blush creep on her face.
"But you're our parents." I moan. "It's.. It's…" Ok I think I'm a little drunk.
"Gross." Elliot finishes for me.
"And you're parents too, aren't you?" My mom asks. "So have you stopped what you're doing?"
"Of course not." I state quickly.
"Then get over it!" My dad practically yells. "Good night." He guides my mom away and they head to their room.
"You heard them?" Elliot asks.
"Yeah. I was hoping to get away and they walked out."
"What are you doing awake anyways?" Ana scolds at me.
"I was getting a drink or two." I shrug. She just rolls her eyes at me.
"I'm going back to bed." She turns and heads back to the room. I can tell she's upset now.
Great.
"Did you two have a fight or something?" Elliot asks concerned.
"No." I tell him. "She's probably tired." I wave him off.
"I just thought you weren't drinking the heavy stuff anymore?"
"I wasn't. It's just I needed to get some sleep. My mind was everywhere." I sigh and sit on the step.
I haven't had anything hard to drink since the accident. Ana and I had a huge fight about 8 years back. I mean HUGE. I let the green eyed monster take control that day. I walked into SIP and saw one of her author's hands all over Ana. Ok, so if I'm honest he only had his hand on her shoulder.
I had already been drinking that day. Just everything was going wrong that day. I just needed the edge off. Then to find someone's hands on my wife and without thinking I slugged the guy.
Ana ended up losing that author and of course I had to pay him off. Taylor had taken us to Escala and we just went at for hours after that. I kept pounding down the drinks like they were water. I finally had enough and left.
I walked around Seattle for what seems like hours, but was more like 20 minutes, trying to clear my head. I ended up jaywalking and getting hit by a car.
I got banged up pretty bad, broke my leg and had a concussion. I swore then I wouldn't drink the heavy stuff anymore. I only limit myself to two glasses of wine and two beers. I could of lost everything that day because I was being a drunk hot head.
Ana and I made up and I swore to her I wouldn't touch the heavy stuff again. I was on bended knee for a while telling her how sorry I was. I guess now I see why she was hurt. She tells me she's pregnant and here I am with a glass of Scotch in my hands.
Elliot sits next to me. "What's wrong?"
"Ana's pregnant." I tell him quickly.
"That's great man." He pauses. "Isn't it?"
"Of course it is. But, I just started thinking about how old I will be when he graduates high school, will I be able to do the same things with him that i did with the other two. I mean I'm 43. I mean I had some big plans for me and Ana after the kids went to college." I run my hands through my hair. "I don't know. It's just such a shock and a surprise and I needed to calm my nerves. I was only going to have 3 swigs until I heard mom and dad. Then I needed more to hope to erase the memory."
"Well, can't blame you there. I think I might need one myself." He laughs. He takes the one out of my hand and chugs it down. "Thanks." He rest his hands on my shoulder. "You shouldn't worry about your age. I mean if anything mom and dad proved today that you can do about anything when you get old. Hey we should be proud that dad can still get it up."
"Really Elliot?" I roll my eyes.
"Just saying." He holds up his hands. "Go back in that room and tell that woman how happy you are."
I sigh and nod. "You're right. Just keep what I told you to yourself. We haven't talked about when we were going to share the news with everyone."
"My lips are sealed." He gestures zipping his lips closed.
"Thank Elliot. I'll see you in about.." I look at my watch and it's almost 1. "6 hours, hopefully." I know my kids will sleep till then, maybe Elliott's also, but Mia's kids are still young, 6 and 8 so they might be up at the butt crack of dawn.
"I'm locking my door and hiding till 8. Night man." Elliot gets up and leaves me alone on the steps. I take a deep breath and re-enter my bedroom.
Ana is sitting up in bed, looking at her phone. When I close the door behind me, she looks up at me.
"Hey." I smile at her and walk over to her. She doesn't return my smile.
"You're not happy about this baby are you?" She asks sadly putting her phone down.
"Baby, no." I slide into bed next to her.
"Then what? You haven't touched that stuff in eons and then I tell you I'm pregnant and well…"
"Ana. I'm happy don't get me wrong. But I'm a nervous wreck about it. We're not as young as we used to be. I just started to think of everything. I just wanted to shut my brain up. I'm sorry. I took 3 shots hoping just to take the edge off. But then I heard mom and dad." I scrunch up my face.
She giggles. "You really think they don't do that anymore?"
"It's not something I think about. Can we please stop talking about it?" I shake my head. I put my hands through her hair and kiss her. "You have to admit it's kind of a shock to the system." I rub my hand over her stomach. "I promise I won't do it again. I just didn't think there was any other way to shut my head up. And I really just wanted to get some sleep."
She nods. "I know. When I found out last week I think I almost had a heart attack." She smiles. "But, I got excited. We tried so hard for so long, then we kind of sucked it up to knowing it wasn't something in our future. But…."
"I know baby. I'm sorry if you thought for one second I wasn't happy. But, can you understand why i'm a little scared?"
"Yeah. I am a little bit too."
I lean over and kiss her. "Should we tell everyone tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I think so." She stops and her eyes go wide. "Oh, lord what are the kids going to say?"
"Well, we will wait till after we give them their gifts. Soften the blow." I smile. My hand moves and starts massaging her breast. How did I not notice before that they gotten bigger? "I think we both need to get some sleep. And I know a way that will exhaust us both."
She giggles. "Can you go brush your teeth first? I really don't want to make love to a distillery."
The next morning the living room looks like a war zone of colorful wrapping paper and bows thrown all over the room. Toys, electronics, and clothes scattered everywhere. There's huge smiles plastered all over the kids faces and all the adults look exhausted.
"So, there's one more thing." I tell everyone. "And it's for everyone."
Elliot gives me a knowing look.
"Oh, please tell me it's a vacation to the Bahamas." I roll my eyes at Mia's assumption. Still the spoiled little princess after all these years.
"No, Mia. I think this is better." I smile over at Ana who blushes.
"Well?" Teddy pushes.
"Ana and I are going to have another baby."
There's a silent hush over the small crowd. I think we stunned them all.
"Really? That's the good news?" Teddy interjects. "Aren't you guys… you know… old?"
"THEODORE!" My mom shouts at him.
"Sorry. I mean I guess it would be cool." He says nonchalantly "I just hope it's a boy. I don't think we could handle another princess Phoebe." He smirks over at his sister, who nudges his shoulder.
"Shut up booger brain. Why wouldn't they want another perfect child like me?"
"Because you're a pain in the a-"
"Teddy." Ana stops him. "That's enough."
"I'm happy mommy." Phoebe gets up and throws her arms around Ana. "Just as long as it's a girl." She whispers in her ear.
My mom comes up and hugs us both followed by my father.
"Now. I don't want to hear give your mom and me anymore grief about what we do. Because you're not a young pup anymore either, and well I think there's more proof that you'll still be going at it when you're our age." He pats my back.
"Dad, really?"
"Just stay out of my office tonight." He winks and walks away, while the rest of my family gathers around us and congratulates us.
I think I'll go bang my head on the wall now. Gross.