A/N: Hey readers! So, first ever fan fiction. Oh wow, I'm nervous. I really do want this to be a continuation, so bear with me- there will be a lot of my own ideas! All characters and ideas are not mine, but my plot is :) Read and review- comments, questions, suggestions. Love to hear from you!

3, AWC

Sunlight pours into my bedroom as I slowly open my eyes. I'm warm, and more comfortable than I've been in months. I pat my belly wryly. Pheobe Grey seems to run in a more...European time zone on most days. Whenever I'm awake, or Christian wants to feel her move, she is nice, still, and probably sound asleep. But just when I'm finally winding down, she is up and ready to dive and do what feels like enthusiastic cartwheels.

I sit up slowly, propping myself up on my elbows as I do. Black spots swim in front of my eyes-head rush! I breathe deeply, willing myself not to get sick. Thankfully, the nausea only lasts a minute. As my sister in law and best friend Kate put it, "You look like you're about to pop, Ana!" As silly as it sounds, I feel like I'm about to pop, too. Pheobe's birthday should be soon, and I can't wait to meet her.

After a quick shower and a sun dress that is shapeless, but feels blissfully cool in the late summer weather, I pad out into the kitchen. I'm hungry- yes, for food, but for Christian, too. A crisis at work has needed his attention- he hasn't filled me in on the details, but his little time spent at home is spent eating or sleeping. I feel asleep really early last night, so I didn't hear him come home. My little man, Teddy, is at his Grandpa Ray's house for the weekend. Gail has been keeping me sane and helping me with him, but I can't rough house and entertain him like I need to. I simply an too tired and there's too...much of me. It breaks my heart to see him so restless, so Dad assured me he'd send him home tired out. Gail is absent from the kitchen, so luckily, I can make my own breakfast. I have really loved cooking lately, but of course, Christian has me waited on. Enjoying my moment of freedom, I turn on a bouncy pop song and scrounge. Eggs, I think. Yes, eggs with cheese and toast. And bacon.

As I gather my ingredients, I consider all this food. If there's one thing my Fifty loves about me being pregnant, it's that I eat. Really eat. All the time. Yes, I work hard, but I'm so not used to the gnawing, empty feeling that I gorge myself more often than not. And I haven't been gaining any more weight than as normal. So where does it all go?

A reflection of my chest from the frying pan gives me an idea, actually. I crack first one egg, and then another, into a white porcelain bowl. After adding a splash of milk, and a dash of salt and pepper, I grab a whisk and beat them, hard, so they'll be fluffy like Gail's. The eggs froth nicely, and I pour them into the pan I set on the stove. I then grate an obscene amount of cheese onto my creation. After carefully adding three slices of bacon to the pan once the eggs have settled, a satisfying hiss and the smell of cheesy scrambled eggs wafts about the kitchen. My mouth waters expectantly.

"Barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. I like this, baby." I gasp, startled. And there he is, my beautiful husband. He is looking hot as usual, in a pair of dark wash jeans that sit low on his hips, paired with a white button down shirt. I realize I'm ogling him again, and try to wipe the goofy smile off my face. I wish I had chosen something a little more flattering to wear!

"Morning," I manage, still smiling uncontrollably. He returns my huge grin with a shy smile, before observing my cooking. I take advantage of his scrutiny, and pop a piece of toast into the toaster, which unfortunately, doesn't go unnoticed.

"Hungry, Mrs. Grey?" he smirks knowingly.

I rub my belly enthusiastically, exclaiming, "Hush, or I'll eat you too!"

I'm rewarded with a loud laugh before Christian sweeps me into his arms for a kiss. He brushes his lips over mine before moving to kiss me in earnest. I wind my fingers in his hair, sighing as I lose myself in his lips, his tongue...

"My eggs!" I cry, dropping hastily out of my husband's embrace to scoop the food onto a plate. Christian laughs again loudly, obviously in high spirits. About time!

"Sorry I've been absent this past week, baby. But I got the stocks ironed out this morning, finally." I listen, as I gobble down my steaming, delicious breakfast. Christian talks about his work as I eat, mainly on how they're trying to get the completely solar powered cell phone to go into testing. After a moment, I notice the silence on the room. I look up to see him smiling at my in that quiet, happy way he has.

"I love seeing you eat, Mrs. Grey. Truly eat. It's adorable."

I smile, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "We aim to please, Mr. Grey!"

A/N: A little tame couple happiness for our first go round :) don't worry, there will be plenty of drama and suspense and all that good stuff- by I love shy Christian. What do you think? Want more? Review!

Love, AWC