I finished the trilogy and wanted more, so I decided to start writing a fanfic in my free-time. I've never done this before and I am not a professional writer. I just wanted to do this for fun. Review are welcome if you feel the need to comment. The characters and background belong to E.L. James.

Chapter 1

I heard a knock on my office door. "Come in." Hannah peeked in and smiled "Mr. Grey is here to see you. Shall I send him in?"

My heart rate picked up at the sound of his name. "Yes. Thank you Hannah." Today is our 4 year anniversary. I still can't believe so much time has passed since I stumbled into Christian Grey's office. Hell, I still can't believe I'm married to Christian Grey, High-Powered CEO and Billionaire. At times I worried after the newness of everything wore off we would get bored with each other, but as each day passed, and I still got butterflies when I thought about my beautiful husband, I realized I had nothing to worry about.

I watched Christian as he sauntered towards my too-large office at Grey Publishing, which was renovated shortly after Christian took ownership. He insisted I let him remodel the place, claiming that the company needed a fresh look now that it was under new ownership, but I knew he really just wanted me to have an office large enough to show my status in the company.

He entered clad in his signature designer suit, tousled copper hair, and glowing grey eyes. Would I ever tire of ogling my husband? "Good afternoon Mrs. Grey."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Grey" I replied to him, saying his name as if it were a song.

He closed the distance between us and encircled his arms around my waste. "Happy Anniversary Anastasia," He whispered.

"Need I remind you, Mr. Grey, that you've already wished me a happy anniversary?"

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten this morning," he smirked, "but I just wanted to say it again. Happy anniversary." Christian let the words roll off his tongue before placing his lips on my mouth and claiming what was his.

When he finally broke contact, I was out of breath. "So, what brings my husband to my place of work this lovely afternoon?"

"Do I need a reason other than I wanted to see my beautiful wife?"

I tried to control the ridiculous smile on my face before responding to my husband's question. "As a matter of fact, that is a perfectly acceptable reason."

He smiled back with an equally ridiculous grin "However, although that is part of the reason, it's not the only reason. I wanted to start the weekend early, and considering I'm the boss I decided to do just that. Are you ready for an unforgettable weekend baby?"

Still in his embrace, I leaned in and kissed my husband before nodding "yes." I gathered my things into my briefcase and reached for Christian's hand. He lead me out of the office and into the awaiting Audi SUV. Christian opened my door for me before joining me in the back seat.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Grey." Taylor glanced back at me and smiled.

I cheerily replied, "Hello Taylor." I gave up trying to get him to call me Ana over a year ago.

As we drove off, Christian and I were fairly silent. He sat caressing my hand in his. I just sat there in complete jubilee thinking about how great my life is. I snapped out of my reverie and took in the view outside the window. The buildings looked foreign. This was not the regular route home nor the way to Escala. I looked up at Christian, "where are we going?"

I could see the excitement in my husband's eyes. "Oh my Ana, always hungry for information."

Just then the car came to a stop in front of the Seattle Central Library. "Do you have a library book to return Mr. Grey?"

Christian chuckled "No, I do not." Getting out of the car, Christian stuck out his hand towards me, "Trust me?"

I took hold of his outstretched hand "Always."

We walked towards the doors and I noticed Sawyer standing at the entrance. There was no one in sight and I wondered why that was. Surely the library should be busier at 5pm. We walked into the large building and I felt tears coming on. In front of me, in the deserted library was a tartan blanket surrounded by candles. Next to the blanket was our pic-nic basket. I looked up into my favorite grey eyes but couldn't manage to say anything.

"You like it?"

"I love it. Like I love you." His hands rubbed the tears welling in my eyes and he kissed me chastely.

"Anastasia Grey, the last four years have been, without a doubt, the best of my existence. I have enjoyed every second of my life with you. You've given me so much to be thankful for-our two perfect children, your constant love and support, and so much more. Thank you for being everything I need and for giving me a reason to be happy every day."

Fighting back tears of happiness, I managed to choke out my husband's name before receiving another kiss. This one deepened and it took all my strength to remember we were in the public library and pull away. "Shall we sit down?"

Christian pulled me to our little spot on the floor. As we got closer I noticed the candles were the little electric kind you find at craft stores, which made sense because even though Christian probably paid a hefty sum to close down the library for the evening, open flames were most likely prohibited no matter how much money he had.

After finishing our delicious meal, prepared by Mrs. Jones, I just sat against my husband savoring the closeness. He gently played with my hair with one hand and held me with his other. I finally broke the comfortable silence, "You really outdid yourself tonight Mr. Grey."

"Is that so?"

"It is. If this is what I get for our fourth Anniversary, I can't wait to see what you pull off for our fiftieth." I let a quiet giggle escape my mouth.

Christian sighed in contentment "I never tire of hearing you giggle Anastasia." And with that he shifted onto his knees and pushed me to the ground. I stared hungrily at the man hovering above me. "If you think I'm giving you too much, we can just call it a night. I can reschedule the rest of my plans for an anniversary a few decades into the future."

I gulped "That is quite a long time to wait."

"The best things in life are worth waiting for."

"I prefer living in the moment."

"Well if that's what you want," and without a moment's hesitation, Christian crushed his lips upon mine and we were lost.