Authors Note: Thank for Diamond Child, without you this story wouldn't have been possible.

Chapter 1

Saturday 10 June 2017
House on the sound
Apov

"Annie, I have some mail for you. Want me to bring it back to Seattle for you?" Ray said over the phone.

He had gone down to Montesano to go fishing with Jose sr. He is now a proud Seattleite but still thinks that Montesano has the best fishing this side of the west coast.

"Sure daddy, who's it from," I frowned.
Who would be sending me mail?

"Do you want me to open it?" Ray asked.

"It's ok daddy, just bring it home with you tonight,"

"Sure, sweet pea, see you then. Bye bye"

As I hang up on my dad, I couldn't help but wonder who I still know in Montesano.
Nobody important, that's for sure.

A few hours later, I'm putting the finishing touches on tonight's dinner; white wine chicken with mac n' cheese and roasted vegetables. I try and cook as much as possible, but I always cook at least one meal of Saturday or Sunday. Even if it's only a quick lunch before all our other parties and functions that come with being the wife of a billionaire.

Ding Dong!

I smile as I go open the door for the best dad in the world.

"DADDY! I am so happy to see you," I exclaim, giving him a hug and a kiss.

"You know you don't have to ring the doorbell. You have the key."

He looks at me and raises his eyebrow at me. "I've learned a while ago, it's better to announce myself coming into this house."

My face turns red, remembering only a month ago my dad walking in on Christian and I, half naked in the dining room, in a very compromising position.
Ok so, I can't blame him for ringing the doorbell. No dad should have to see that.

I only saw him a week ago but it feels like forever ago. As I lead him into the dinning room I see my reasons for living already seating and waiting patiently for their dinner.

"If it isn't the man of the hour," Christian smiled.

As I look down at my children I can't help but be proud. Teddy, my big boy, is about to turn 7 and is every much a mini Christian grey in the making. Is it already top of his class and talking about ruling the world from the top of grey house with his father. He even has a little desk in Christian's office that he goes to at least once a week.

Next to Teddy was 4 year old Phoebe. It was like looking at a mirror. She has my blue eyes and long shiny brown locks. She was the brightest little girl ever. See loves books just like me, she had a smile that lit up and whole room and she has Christian wrapped around her little finger.

As dinner came to a close I could help but think how much my life has changed since high school. "And what are you smiling at, my love?"

I turned to see Christian as he wraps me in a tight embrace. One only he could give me. His hands resting on my stomach, our third child sleeps peacefully under his large hand.

It was a bit of a shock two months ago. I went to get my shot, to only find out it wasn't as effective as the others and I was four weeks pregnant.

"Oh… Annie before I forget, here is that mail I was telling you about," my father smiles proudly at me from the other side of the kitchen, "I'm going to go put the little rascals to bed and then head to bed. See you in the morning,"

He pecks me on the cheek and shakes Christian's hand on the way out.

I looked down at the small square shaped envelope my dad put on the counter. What surprised me was the is said "Anastasia Steele". It's been a long time since I used that name. I look at the sender and it's a name vaguely familiar to me, but I can't remember from where. I pop the seal and remove a piece of cardboard with large red writing saying:
Montesano High School
Class of 2007
Reunited
& it feels so good
after
Ten Whole Years
I'm shocked, it was only this morning I was thinking how much I had changed since high school and now I'm holding the invitation to see all the people that made my life hell for four whole years.

What shocked me more was that is was next weekend. It must have been sitting in my dad's mail box for a few months.

"What you got there?" Christian asked.

"An invite to my high school reunion," I reply not looking up from the big red "M" that was the school's logo.

"That's cool, are we going? When is it?" He asked. My Fifty sensing I don't seem to like that idea.

"Next weekend. We couldn't possibly go? Could we? I mean we have work and the kids," I stutter. I can tell Christian's not too convinced on my reasoning.

"Well, Mrs. Grey I think that a high school reunion is a right of passage that every 20 something needs to experience, you included," he smiles, " Especially a," kiss "Beautiful" kiss "talented" kiss, "successful" kiss "and did I mention beautiful woman like yourself," his hands are starting to edge closer and closer to under my belly and I can't help moan as they enter my yoga pants and his fingers start playing with my clit slowly.

"Christian," I moan, and my mind finally catches up with me.

"What baby?" he pauses the feather kisses on my neck, but doesn't stop his attack on my clit.

"We're in the kitchen…" I pant, trying to regulate my breathing, from this man's magic fingers.

"So?" he answers, now sucking on my earlobe. "Never mattered before.." His fingers stop circling my clit and his fingers found their way into my soaked folds and he starts pumping.

"I know...but my dad is here..." His fingers instantly stop and he pulls them out of me.

"You're right. We shouldn't. So, in that case…" Christian bends down, picking me up, and throwing me over his shoulder. With a slap on my ass, he carries me to our bedroom, reunion forgotten, as my husband has his way with me.

X-X-X-X-X

I look over at the clock and I see that it is 3:30am. I didn't get much sleep last night, between my husband sexing me, and thoughts of the past, i managed about two hours. So, I figure instead of tossing and turning i'll get out of bed instead, leaving my husband to sleep. I throw on my silk robe and make my way to the library and sneak to right in the corner where I know my high school yearbook is hidden.

When my dad moved to Seattle, he asked if he could store his small collection of books, mainly on fishing and camping in the library. Considering, he spends most of his time here, then at his own place at the back for the property. However, hidden in all books about fish and tents are my high school yearbooks.

I quickly hide it from even myself. The pictures of the little Mousey sixteen year old Ana Steele were not making me feel any better about the successful Anastasia Grey, I had become. I open it to my photo and I see the small mild-mannered girl I used to be. The ill fitting clothes and my dull brown locks that I had always pulled into a ponytail.

Underneath my photo lays my once favorite quote:
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

I smile at the 18 year old me's opinion of life. I keep flipping though the slightly brown pages and come across the jock page. There's picture after picture of cheerleaders and football players. The popular ones. I see Billy Stuart smiling at the camera with large bangs and large, wide padded shoulders, and Lucy Gilmore sucking face with Dean Gardener, I could almost see the shit eating grin he got everytime they stopped kissing.

I remember once Billy asked for help on a book report and I was so excited because it was on The Great Gatsby , still one of my favourites. I was so excited I didn't realize that he stole my report and pawned it off as his own. It wasn't until the final grades were posted and there was a big "0" next to my name did I know anything was wrong.

My heart broke into pieces, this was the boy that I've been crushing on since freshman year, one I would picture my life with. I would scribble Mrs. Ananotebooks at home.

I was such a fool.

I confronted him one day after school, he was with his girlfriend, Madison, Madison,and I demand why he took my work.

He just laughed at me, while Madison , threatened me that if I told anyone about what happened, she would make sure the rest of my year a living hell.

It was the last thing I needed, so I let it go. I just wanted to finish my senior off and start a new in college.

I walked away but a minute later I found myself in the school fountain, drenched like a wet dog. The next day I found out it was as videotaped and played around the school for everyone to see.

I can feel the tears prickle in my eyes at the memory that I had hoped I squashed down forever.

God, I really hated high school.

As I keep turning the words "MOST LIKELY" scream out at me. Before I have a chance to look at it I hear a quiet chuckle behind me.

"How did I know I'd find you here?" He smiled, "are you coming back to bed?" He walks closer to me looking over my shoulder. "What are you reading?"

I close the yearbook and show him the cover "CLASS OF 2007" shines back at him.

"I didn't know you had this,"

"High schools not really something I want to remember, if you know what I mean" I reply. Turning back to the most likely page I see myself in what I remember to be the school's library under a pile of books. Under the picture was the writing "most likely to become a librarian". I sigh they got it half right.

Christian comes up behind me and looks at the picture of me and smiles. "Beautiful even then, now you're just my sexy little librarian, maybe we should do some role playing when we get back" he smiles down at me. He always knows just what to say.

"So I checked with Andrea and I can't make the Welcome Picnic but I can come to the dinner afterwards, how does that sound?" he asks.

"Well, it looks like we are going to my high school reunion, this is going to be some much fun," I say, Christian ignoring my sarcasm.