Ch. 1: Nostalgia

Christian POV

The morning sun shines in through our bedroom window onto my face. I smirk at the sensation of Ana's hand stroking me, her tongue teasing me as she tries to wake me up playfully. She's been recovering from the birth of our daughter, Phoebe, over the last six weeks and today we can finally have sex again. It's clear Ana is pretty eager.

I continue to keep my eyes closed pretending to sleep as Ana slides the head of my manhood into her mouth. Jesus, she is so fucking good at this. I work to maintain my ruse adjusting slightly, but I cannot stop a soft moan as she works. She pauses for a moment and kisses up my leg to my balls then licks slowly up my shaft.

"Christian," she says seductively before licking me again, "It's time to wake up." I open my eyes and stare down at her. She smiles at me lovingly with her messy hair and naked body laying between my legs across our large bed. She kisses the head of my cock before sliding it back into her mouth looking into my eyes sending a shock of arousal up my spine. I roll my head back in pleasure before pulling on her hair gently to signal her to stop.

I pull her on top of me and kiss down her neck to one of her erect nipples. I brush my lips across it causing a subtle moan to escape from her before flipping us both over. Now on top of her, I use one of my hands to brush my member up and down her slit. Ana groans hungrily for me to be inside her. Just before I move to slide into her, we both hear Phoebe crying through the baby monitor.

We both smile groaning at the interruption and look at the monitor, "I should go get her," I say before licking Ana's exposed nipple playfully. As soon as I begin to move off the bed, Ana grabs me and pulls me into a passionate kiss.

"Please, six weeks is way too long. I need you," she says breathlessly as the kiss breaks. I smile into her mouth before running my hand up her thigh and slipping a finger into her exceptionally wet folds. Ana moans and bucks into my hand, but I still pull my finger out and quickly shuffle to the end of the bed.

"Rain check?" I ask, licking my finger clean and grinning at her.

She moans sliding down lower on the bed and wiggling on the sheets, "Most defiantly."

I dress in some sweats and a plain T-shirt before exiting our room and finding my way down the hall. Ana loved our house the minute she walked through the door. It's a modest three-story house in Puget Sound. I pass the second-floor living room and see Teddy staring idly at Saturday morning cartoons. Seeing him up so early brings a smile to my face, so I move up behind him sitting on the couch and ruffle his hair. He spins suddenly aware I am there and smiles before turning back to the T.V.

"Hi daddy," he says without looking back to me.

"Good morning bud," I say shaking my head and ruffling his hair again, causing him to shy away from me as he resumes watching his show. I smile and continue towards Phoebe's room, her wailing growing louder as I approach.

I enter Phoebe's room and move over to her crib-side looking down on my newborn child. She is beautiful, and she is the spitting image of her mother. Brown hair and powder blue eyes that are now red and puffy from crying. I take her into my arms, and kiss the top of her head and rub her back soothingly. As I walk over to the changing table, I reminisce about how much has happened to bring me to this moment.

After everything that happened between me, Ana, and Elliot, it took some time before the family accepted us. We married shortly after Elliot left for Boston and filed for their divorce which, luckily, they both kept it civil. For the first year, I went to all family gatherings alone with Teddy because Ana felt it wouldn't be right for her to come. Ana would visit her family during those times, and then we alternated between her family and my family. No one ever said anything about it, we all knew it would be too hard for everyone if she came along. By the second year, she finally agreed to come to Thanksgiving at my family's house, with some persuasion from me. Everyone seemed to accept her then, but things were still awkward without Elliot there as well. Mom and Dad went to visit him for Christmas that year, but I never heard more than, "He's doing okay," when I asked about how things were going. The years that followed everything went as though what happened between the three of us had never occurred. There were always still some tense moments, but overall everyone had come to see that Ana and I were deeply in love and accepted that.

Ana and I have felt guilty enough for breaking our family apart, but we always knew we had each other and nothing would keep us apart again. We would alternate holidays as Elliot never came to visit Seattle, which everyone understood why and over time that became what was considered normal. This small sense of isolation also led to Kate and Ana drawing closer together, and I know that helped her feel more at ease; Kate as well with her career change.

Kate had originally become an investigative journalist. She was actually very skilled at it and even solved some cases the police themselves couldn't. When Kate realized she was able to contribute to society in a way she never imagined, she went back to school and soon after joined the police force. In no time, she moved up the ranks and now, she's a very skilled detective in the Adult Missing Persons Division. Ana says she's doing exceptionally well and actually enjoys the results of her work.

I've continued heading GEH, although I distribute my time, so I can focus on family and work appropriately. Ana continues her work at SIP and still loves it more than ever as it offers her plenty of time to spend with our two beautiful children.

Teddy has been amazing. Watching my son grow up has been one of my greatest joys in life. He continues to surprise me with how capable he is as a five-year-old. I may have missed his birth, but once Phoebe came into our lives, there was no part of fatherhood that I missed.

I finish changing Phoebe and scoop her back into my arms making my way back into the living room. Teddy is still watching his cartoons as I pass and start to make my way downstairs. The first floor of our house is all hardwood with an open floor plan and high ceilings. There is a small entryway that leads into the great room, consisting of the kitchen, dining, and living spaces. Ana and Gail are in the kitchen as I enter with Phoebe and carefully hand her to her mother. We share a desired look as I pass her off. God, I want her. Ana bites her lip and gives me a once over showing she shares the same feelings before making her way into the living room and finding a seat so that she can give Phoebe her morning feeding.

I find a seat at the island bar as Gail sets fresh coffee in front of me. Our kitchen is set up in a conventional manner with the exception of the double Dutch ovens and convection stove. Elegant polished granite countertops and dark wooden cabinets. I take a sip of my coffee before calling Teddy down.

"If you want to watch T.V. you can do it down here with us before breakfast," I call towards the stairs. I hear an exasperated groan before Teddy appears, "Did you turn the T.V. off?" he groans again flopping his arms at his side and slouching before making his way back upstairs to turn it off. He comes back down as he moves past me, I jump out of my chair and attack him with tickles.

"No, Daddy, stop it!" he laughs as I tickle him on the ground. Ana looks over and smiles at us both affectionately as we play. Gail announces breakfast is ready, and I pull Teddy up and ruffle his hair again as we move into the dining room. Ana places Phoebe into her cradle swing and joins us at the kitchen table.

Gail has prepared us a large Saturday morning breakfast with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, biscuits, and gravy. We all dig in and make small talk before finishing and cleaning up. Ana and I continue to pass looks at each other while being playfully affectionate drawing the occasional, "Ewww," from Teddy.

After cleaning up, Ana gathers up Phoebe before I decide we should all go for a walk to the playground down the road. Teddy squeals with joy once I mention it, so I send him to get dressed, I gesture to Ana that we should follow him to get prepared to leave as well. She nods in agreement, leaving Phoebe with Gail and following me back to our bedroom.

As soon as we close the door, we begin kissing passionately. Are hands roaming freely all over each other before I pull Ana over to our bed and push her back onto the mattress. I help her out of her pajama pants, wasting no time burying my face between her legs. She pulls on my hair and tries to stifle her moans.

"We need to hurry," Ana moans gripping the sheets and pulling my hair, "I don't want to leave Gail alone with Phoebe for too long."

I stop lapping her delicate folds and smile as I stand, nodding before pulling off my sweat pants freeing my stiff cock. Ana grins at me in excitement as I climb onto her before sliding my manhood into her causing her to groan in relief. I begin pumping carefully, slowly gliding my member in and out, Ana's head rolls into the sheets.

"Faster please," she begs. I smile and pick up my pace fucking her quickly while trying to continue being mindful of her recovery.

In no time, she climaxes pulling me against her body as she shakes uncontrollably through it. The excitement of her orgasm causes me to unload as well, inside of her and we both lay in a heap for a moment gathering our senses.

After we recover, I head into our bathroom to get towels while Ana beings looking through our dresser for clothes to wear for our family outing.

"Christian," I hear her call as I grab some towels.

"What's up babe?" I make my way back into our room.

She hands me my vibrating phone. I look at that screen but don't recognize the number. I slide to ignore the call, so Ana and I can clean up and get dressed. If it's important, they'll call back. We quickly dress me in some jeans and a black V-neck and Ana in an adorable sundress with white flowers. We share a loving smile as we exit back down the stairs to take Teddy and Phoebe to the park.

I feel my pocket vibrate again and quickly shuffle to retrieve my phone, it's the same unknown number, so I answer.

"Hello, this is Christian Grey," I answer with a professional tone.

"Christian?" the caller says in a familiar voice, "It's Elliot."

AN: Here is the first chapter. I set up a Pinterest for the story, and you can find it on my wife's Pinterest page: eminshall07