Story description:

Set at the end of Fifty Shades Darker during Christian's birthday party. What if after the confrontation with Elena, Ana continues having second thoughts about marrying Christian? Perhaps the evil witch had a point? Will Christian have to change his fifty ways and convince her she's ALL he needs or will Ana come to trust and understand that she's enough for him? What if things turn out differently this time. What if Ana had said: I don't want to break up with you, I just don't want to marry you.

Chapter One: The pilot

Christian POV

"I remember the last time you took me to the boathouse," she tells me.

I chuckle quietly. "Oh, that was fun. In fact…" I scoop her over my shoulder, and she squeals.

"You were angry, if I remember correctly."

"Anastasia, I'm always really angry."

I playfully swat her behind and stop outside the wooden door. I slide her down my body and back to the ground and take her head in my hands.

A shadow crosses her eyes, but I decide to ignore it.
I lean down and kiss her hard. My heart is beating fast, I'm excited. I step forward. "I've something to show you in here," I murmur and open the door to the motorboat. I take her hand and lead her up the wooden stairs to the attic. I open the door and step aside to let her in.

Her mouth drops open when she steps into the room filled with flowers. There are beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing Christmas lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale around the room.

"You wanted hearts and flowers," I murmur.

She blinks up at me, speechless.

"You have my heart," I say waving toward the room.

"And here are the flowers," she completes the sentence. She doesn't smile, and I start to feel that something is not right. No, I tell myself she must be feeling nervous.

"Christian, it's lovely," she says with a forced smile.

Tugging her hand, I pull her fully into the room and then I sink into one knee in front of her and produce a ring from the inside pocket in my jacket. The ring is quite impressive—three carat, oval platinum.

"Anastasia Steele. I love you. I want to love, cherish, and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me."

I look up at her expectantly. Tears start falling down her face. I soon realize they're not tears of happiness and my heart sinks faster than the Titanic.

"God, Christian, I'm sorry… I can't... I can't marry you."

"Marry me," I insist, standing up. I'm trying to stay cool, but it's getting harder by the second. What the FUCK is this? I want to yell. I run a hand through my hair, trying to calm down. "What do you mean you can't marry me?"

"I can't I just can't. That's all." She says, flustered, wiping the tears from her eyes.

I feel my face flush with emotion and stand up. I look around me in disgust. This is a major disaster. "Why are you doing this Anastasia?" I hiss. "You said you loved me... …"

"Christian. Of course, I love you is just that I changed my mind…maybe we're moving too fast-

With an angry cry, I grab her arm and glare at her. "You CHANGED YOUR MIND? JUST LIKE THAT?"

"Let go," she demands, both angry and frightened. " I'm not leaving you, Christian," she tries to reassure me, and something clicks inside my head. I don't want to hurt her so I let go of her arm. "Christian, I don't want to break up with you, I just don't want to marry you." She takes a deep breath and lets it out with an audible sigh. " I'm not ready to get married, I need more time-

FUCK! My brain hears all the mumbo-jumbo, but all I hear is the last part when SHE TELLS ME AGAIN she doesn't want to marry me. I feel like I'm a ticking bomb about to explode. I can't even think. "You…you can't do this."

"Please try to understand," she begs. "I need time. You never give me time to think!"

Ana tries to touch my arm, but I pull away as if she were a venomous snake. It's the same arm that's still holding the velvet box with the ring. My fingers tighten around it for a few seconds, and then I fling it across the room before I bolt out the door.

"Christian!" I hear her calling after me, but I don't care, I don't care anymore. I walk away and can't help but hear Elena's words playing in my head. Love is for fools, Christian.

I've been nothing but a fool, I realize. The fucking truth was right there in front of me, but I refused to see it. Anastasia doesn't love me. Whatever she did back there was not love. I cross the lawn under the dramatic red-orange moonlight, and I fume. How could I have been so fucking blind? I never even saw this coming.

A/N:

I've only read a tiny fraction of FSOG stories (only a handful from the top writers on here), so this one will be different from other stories that you've read just because I don't know any better (ha-ha). Sounds good? PLEASE REVIEW.
This is my first attempt at writing a canon based story. Be kind. Thanks in advance.