It has been 15 years since that first eventful day when I walked in to my Fifty Shades office and asked him if he was gay! I still blush when I think about that part.
Working out my Fifty Shades was like an amazing puzzle that took me ages to figure out and now we have two children; our little boy is the spitting image of his father everything down to his bronze hair. My boys. Then there is my little girl, she blushes like me and her father is so protective, she is as not fragile as she seems but strong and fierce I wish Christian could see that…
"Mum im going out, meeting mates see ya" he shouts across the kitchen, yep got it "have you got your mobile?", "yes and I already asked Dad, bye!". "Christian", "what", " I thought he was grounded after coming in late last night". "Yeah he was". Yeah that's right Christian the dominant is so submissive when it comes to his son, yeah let him have fun, only young once, except he doesn't know what was revealed to me this morning.
Ring, ring, ring, ring… "hello". "Hi is ***** there, its *****", "you are cutting out I can't here you", "its ****** im back!" I know that voice from somewhere a memory stirs from its hiding place, you know when you know something and you know you know it but your mind doesn't want you to remember for some reason, I should of not pushed that that memory to come forward.
"Darling" Christian appears behind me and kisses me sweetly on the cheek. "You give in so much when it comes to your son", "I know, but the boy has to have fun at his age". "Christian" I whisper "what, what's up?". Should I say it, or should I not, no I have already decided to protect our son I was going to no matter what the reaction…just say it Ana!
"Christian, do you remember Mrs Robinson?", "what kind of a question is that and why would you bring that up, of course I remember" he shouts all softness gone from his voice, I knew I would get this reaction. "She's back", "what, how?". "She rang the other day asking for our son, the phone was breaking up she didn't realise it was me, but she said that she still had a lesson to teach him, our son…". I have never seen Christian's face go white that quickly, my gorgeous, handsome husband was furious!
"She wouldn't"… Christian's voice trailed off into the distance as he ran away from me and seconds later I could hear the slap of his shoes against the bare oak floor stairs… and a door slam, then there was a crash and another one… I can't take this I run up the stairs into our son's room and see his stuff go flying, smashed glass frames and I step over a broken bedside lamp to comfort my husband who is now sitting on the bed with his head in his hands after taking out all his rage on our son's bedroom. "Look…", his voice trails off again and he points at a broken frame on the floor, inside it was a picture with a big crease down the middle where it had been folded up in the frame behind another photo which showed our son on the floor with his hands on his knees. Our worst nightmare has come true!