Chapter 2
I stir as I feel Christian lie down on the bed facing me. He pushes my hair out of my eyes and behind my ear then brushes my cheek with his knuckles and kisses the side of my mouth. "Hey beautiful", he whispers in my ear.
Even now, after 7 years, his touch sends electricity through my body. I reach up and stroke his cheek with my hand. "I love you, Mr. Grey. Thank you for taking care of Miss Grace. I can't imagine ever being without you, Christian."
"I love you, too, Ana. My life started the day you fell into my office. I'm sorry that I got angry with you, Baby. You are wonderful with the children. I just have trouble dealing with things when I can't control them."
I know he really means, when he can't control me.
Christian kisses me softly on my lips and our kiss deepens. Exploring each other's mouths. Christian moans a deep sensual moan and my body begins to respond to him, just like it always does. How does he do this to me? I will never know. I'm just glad he does. "Did you lock the door, Mr. Grey?"
"Not only is the door locked, but Gail has fed the kids and is getting them ready for bed."
"Did you get dinner?" I ask him.
"Yes. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you. Are you hungry?" he asks me.
I smile, "Only for you Mr. Grey." I pull Christian on to me and lose myself in my sweet, sexy husband.
We lie entwined for an eternity. Quietly listening to our hearts beating and our breathing, until peace descends and I drift to sleep, safe in his arms.
Light fills our bedroom and I stir opening my eyes ever so slightly. As usual I am too hot because Christian is clinging to me like plastic wrap. His head is nestled in the crook of my neck and I can feel his breath as he inhales and exhales. His hand is on my breast, as usual, and his knee is between my legs. Nothing ever changes. I look around our room and I feel at peace right now. I love this house. Not because it turned out to be exactly as I had envisaged, but because it is home. It is my home with my sexy husband and my two imperfectly perfect children. Suddenly, I remember that it is Saturday. Wonderful Saturday. I don't have to get Teddy off to school or Christian to work.
I lie back and as I run my fingers through Christian's copper locks and he stirs, opening his eyes and looking into mine, sleepy gray to loving blue. "Morning beautiful", he mutters. His mouth meets mine and I feel the stirring deep in my belly. I am his once more. Once more and always.
I stretch and smile, exhausted by our Saturday morning wake up sex. Gosh, how I love Saturdays. "Well, Mr. Grey what do you have on tap for today?" I ask him.
"Just you Mrs. Grey. Anything you want to get into?" he replies as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. Once again I feel that need that I have for him.
"Mama!" I hear Grace squeal. I turn and she is standing beside our bed, giggling. "Daddy!"
"See Christian. I told you she can get out of that crib."
Christian smiles, and reaching down he pulls his baby girl into bed and puts her between us. "I do love the sound of that giggle", he says as he smiles down at her and kisses her chestnut curls. "Looks like purchasing a big girl bed is on our schedule for today".
