Hey Guys! I haven't written any type of fanfic in 4 years! So if things aren't flowing, my grammar off, etc. please let me know! I hope you enjoy this fanfiction!
"Ana?" I hear Christian yell from the bedroom.
"Just about finished!" I yell back, ugh, here we go. Christian is so excited to tell his parents about the baby. He woke me up this morning with his mouth, and made me come till I fell back asleep for an hour. For the first few weeks of my pregnancy he was so worried about hurting me that he would only go slow when we had sex. I finally had to hold off on him long enough, that he had so much pent up frustration, he had to fuck me hard.
I finish putting on my makeup and spritz some perfume on. I look down at my belly in my red plaid shirt.
"Here we go little blip, you are about to bring daddy's family a lot of happiness," I say down to my belly. At 13 weeks I have a little bump, but you can't tell unless you really look. To anyone else it just looks like I had a big lunch. Although I find myself subconsciously touching my bump and caressing it. I feel a connection to blip that I have never felt before.
I walk out through the bathroom and almost trip on a pair of dress pants that are strewn on the floor. Seriously Christian? I swear if he never had Gail he would have lived in utter filth. Note to self: teach Christian how to clean. As I walk through the great room to the elevator I see Christian leaning against the wall wearing a pair of dark jeans, grey button down, and loafers. Damn, he looks sexy.
"Ready to go baby?" He asks.
"You better believe it!" I grin back at him. He wraps his arm around my waist as we step into the florescent lit elevator. On the drive to his parents he keeps his hand on my thigh and one hand on the steering wheel, always reminding me that he is there.
"You look so cute in that plaid shirt Mrs. Grey," He says as he glides his hands towards the apex of my thighs.
"Ah ah Mr. Grey," I giggle as I wag my finger at him. "Don't start something you can't finish, we can't exactly pull over to fuck. And we sure as hell can't at your parent's house."
"Oh baby, I always finish, maybe I should teach you a lesson in finishing?" He grins as he presses the gas when the light turns green.
"We will do plenty of finishing when we get back," I say as I push his hand towards my knee. I am so excited to see everyone. This will be the first time my dad and Christian's family will be all together since the wedding! I just hope no one suspects anything, especially daddy. I can't wait to see the look of shock on his face. Although it will be embarrassing. My dad obviously know I have sex since I'm married. But this will be a confirmation of that like no other.
We pull down the long driveway and park next to Kate's Mercedes. As we walk up to the door I am absolutely flooded with nerves. God I hope Elliot doesn't make any crude remarks. I will die of embarrassment if he mentions anything about Christian's baby batter' in front of my dad. Christian opens the door and guides me through the large foyer, decked out in pumpkins and falls décor. I immediately smell chai and pumpkin spice, I hope Christian and I's forever home is as welcoming as this.
"Anyone home?" He yells as we walk down the hall. I hear laughing and clanking dishware from the kitchen. We walk through the doorway, Kate and Mia are at the island chopping and mixing, while Grace seems to be scolding Elliot about something.
"Hello my loves!" Grace says as she rushes to pull me in for a hug. "You look absolutely beautiful Ana, you have got to tell me what skincare you use! Your face is glowing!"
"Oh thanks," I smile shyly as I tuck my hair behind my ear.
"Or maybe it has something to do with Christian?" Kate interrupts, she has no idea just how much is does have to do with Christian. She walks around the island and pulls me in for a hug. "Jesus Steele! I haven't seen you in so long. What with Christian keeping you locked up in that tower and all."
"Watch it Kavanagh," Christian growls as he wraps is hand around my shoulder.
"So what are you guys making for dinner?" I ask to change the subject.
"We are making chicken pot pie, mashed potatoes, and a few pies," Grace says as she walks back to her pot stirring. "Nothing extravagant. Christian told me chicken pot pie is your favorite so I thought we would treat our favorite girl."
"Hey I didn't know you guys were here already!" Carrick interrupts from the doorway. He pulls me in for a hug and gives Christian a manly pat on the back. "Let's get some drinks and have a little sit."
We all walk into the sitting room and Elliot goes for the bar, shocking. Everyone tells him what he wants, with some input from the bar master himself, Elliot Grey. According to Elliot he could bar tend for a living.
"Yeah just so you could bang chicks," Christian mumbles into his glass. I smack his thigh in a joking manner. I love to see Christian banter with his family. He is finally happy.
"What do you want Ana?" Elliot asks as he searches through the liquor. "I could make you a cork screw, sex on the beach, or straight vodka?" Everyone laughs at the end of his menu. Christian looks at me in the corner of his eye. I pat his thigh in reassurance.
"I'm actually only having water tonight," I smile, everyone turns their heads towards me. Jeez, I never thought of myself as a drinker, but apparently everyone else does. "I'm on antibiotics and I can't drink with it." Situation diffused, and everyone seems to buy it, going back to their previous conversations.
"Nice save Mrs. Grey," Christian whispers to me. "I could use those skills sin the boardroom."
"You'd have to pay me first Grey," I whisper back as Christian pulls me in closer.
"I think we can arrange somethings Mrs-" Christian is cut of by the chime of the doorbell. Daddy!
I jump up and sprint towards the door. I might look dumb but I don't care, I've missed my dad. I swing the door open and there he is. Ray Steele in all his flannel and jeans glory.
"Dad!" I yell as I pull him roughly into a hug. He chuckles and squeezes back. Ray has never been big on physical affection but he knows how I love his hugs.
"I've missed you baby girl! You look beautiful," He puts his hands on my shoulders and takes a good look at me. I smile nervously, I hope he doesn't think of me differently after we tell him our news.
"I missed you too! Come in and see everyone!" I smile as I pull him into the foyer and to the living room by his hand. "Dad's here!"
"Ray, good to see you again," Christian smile as he stands up and shakes Rays hand. It's at that moment Grace walks in letting us know dinner is ready. Here it goes. We all walk into the dining room and take our seats. Ray looks a little out of sorts so I invite him to sit next to me, with Christian on the other side of me. Grace and Carrick sit at the heads of the table, Mia across from Christian, Elliot across from me, and Kate across from Ray. My family.
"I just wanted to thank you Ray for driving all the way here to have dinner with us." Grace says as she serves the pot pie. "We so enjoy your company and of course our little honey bee Ana." Grace started calling me honey bee a few weeks after the wedding. Mia said she has called her honey bun since she can remember, so it was a rite of passage. At first I thought it was weird and then grew to like it. I've never had a pet name, or a mother figure to speak to me that affectionately. I've grown to think of her as a mother.
"I'm happy to be here Grace! I'm never one to pass up an opportunity to see Annie." Ray says as he smiles at me. I smile back and touch his arm. "Plus, I think they might have a little announcement."
Fuck.
