Itus Grey
The busy buzzing of the Grey household during a celebration never deemed to amaze me. I had been with Christian for over two years, and yet I still felt new to all of this. I scanned the room, recognising some faces as I did so. One face stood out more than anyone's, glowing in its own angelic light. My beautiful husband, Christian Grey, stood among the crowd. He smiled politely whilst being indulged in conversation with guests. He suddenly looked up, realising I was staring at him. My face burned red, as I see him smoothly end his conversation and gracefully walk over to me. He smiles, wrapping a strong arm around my waist.
" How's my daughter doing?" He asked, rubbing his thumb gently against my hip. I gaze up towards the large pink banner that stood proudly over the entrance to the Grey's Garden. congratulations, It's a girl! It read. I leaned against Christian, resting my head on his shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, his lips forming into a smile.
" She's well, Mr. Grey. I think she's tiered herself out from kicking me for the last couple of hours." I reply, smiling in pride at my now rather large bump. Christian places his hand over it, his eyes lightening up. We both stand in the middle of the room, smiling like idiots, at our little daughter.
" You look like two kids in love!" My Moms ecstatic voice rises above the buzzing, as I turn to watch her walking towards us. I join her in a hug, both of us being extremely careful of the gap between my tummy and her. A large smile spreads across her face as she kisses my cheek in the way only a mother could ever do.
" Do you think she likes the party we've thrown for her?" She asks whilst gently patting my bump.
"I'm sure she's enjoyed herself thoroughly. Thank you for all of this-" Christian says, gesturing his hand around the room. My Mom blushes scarlet. Mom, please!
" Well, It was your parents idea. After all, this is their house." She stutters, attempting to regain some self-control. I roll my eyes, knowing the effects Christian can have on women. Christian smiles in reply, and my Mom gets dragged away by some other guests.
" Something amusing, Mrs. Grey?" Christian asks, his voice sounding humoured.
" What do you mean?" I ask him, thrown by his random question. He returns his arm around my waist and leans towards me, his delicate lips brushing my ears. My heart flutters.
" You know how I feel about eye rolling. I'm very tempted to put you over my knee right now, in front of all these people." He purrs, as I gasp at his seductive words.
"Christian!" I scold, gently hitting his arm. He pretends that I've hurt him, his face forming into a painful grimace. I laugh, his expression highly amusing.
" I still have Ray's permission, you know." He reminds me, winking as he says so. I again blush as thoughts of the many times he's used that reminder against me.
The night flows on, as many people come and congratulate me. There were some faces I didn't recognise, but I smiled politely in attempts not to give that point away. Christian stood by my side throughout most of the evening, trying to hide his laughter. He knew I had no idea who half of the guests were. I rub my eyes, suddenly feeling very exhausted from the long events of the day.
" You're tiered?" He asks, lifting my chin up with his index finger. I smile hazily and nod at him, looking into the grey eyes I know oh-so well. Christian smiles, his eyes gleaming. He's so much happier than he used to be.
" There's one more thing I need to show you. It's in the Garden. After that, we can get you home. Okay?" He says whilst tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I marvel at his beautiful face, my heart throbbing. I nod, as he takes my hand and leads me into the garden, the moon shinning brilliantly onto the water in the distance.