"OH MY GOD!" Kate squealed and jumped out of her seat to run towards me, only to embrace me in what the most energetic, squeeze-all-your-air-out hug I have ever gotten. "OH MY GOD. I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT! OH MY GOD!" she continues to yell. By this time, Mia has also made her way over and grabbed my hands and practically screamed in my face "ME TOO, ME TOO. I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT TOO! ANA, THIS IS SO EXCITING. HOW WANY MONTHS ARE YOU ALONG? IS IT A BOY OR GIRL? WHAT'S ITS NAME? WHEN ARE YOU EXPECTING?"
I stood there, stunned by all the commotion, and I spotted Carrick who was wiping away tears. Elliot has Christian wrapped in a bear hug, patting his back saying "You go bro, I knew it would happen one day." Ethan shook Christian's hand and said "Congratulations Christian, you guys will be amazing parents."
After the news had sunk in and everyone was almost normal (Kate kept shooting glances at me) we proceeded to have desert. New york style cheese cake with rich whipped cream and fruit never tasted so good. Whipped cream. Hmmmm. I scooped a little bit of whipped cream onto my spoon and eyed my husband, who winked at me and mouthed "Maybe later". I looked around the table, hoping no one caught the exchange.
Soon after we've all had desert, Grace and Carrick went up to their room to have a nap, Ethan took Mia out for some shopping, Kate and Elliot went back to his place, probably doing the same stuff Christian and I were going to do. Christian picked me up bridal style, and I let out a squeal in surprise, then a giggle.
"Baby, shush, you don't want to wake my parents." Christian warned, and carried me upstairs to his childhood bedroom. He plopped me down on his bed and hovered over me. "You have really pretty eyes." He told me. I blushed, even though I really didn't need to. I've been told lots of times that my eyes were pretty, but never in this kind of situation.
"Thank you Mr. Grey," I said with a smile, and tilted my face up to kiss him. His mouth met mine and we shared a slow, sweet kiss, and it slowly escalated into a kiss of love, lust, and passion. I ran my fingers through his soft copper hair, and he ran his along the sides of my face. We broke apart both of us pink faced and panting. His hair was mussed by my earlier minstations.
"I would like to make love to my beautiful wife now," Christian said, "I've been extremely horny since Mia interrupted us in the living room."
"Do as you please Mr. Grey."
"Oh, I shall Mrs. Grey, and you will enjoy it."
He traced his fingertip on the hem of my blue Ralph Lauren shirt and kissed me. He continued kissing me and moved down from my mouth to my neck, then to the "v" collar of my shirt. I don't usually wear a camisole under my v-neck shirts, and so he had good access to my breasts. He dipped his tongue into the valley between my breasts and I moaned involuntarily. Christian smirked at me and continued his journey downwards. He finally reached the bottom of my shirt and he slowly lifted it up, placing kisses as he went. He paused momentarily at my belly and whispered "Hi Blip. It's Christian, your daddy. I know you probably can't hear me, but I just wanted to say that I love you. And I love your mommy, Ana. I can't wait for you to come so that I can finally met you. But right now, I'm going to make love to your mommy. Don't worry, you'll be 30 before I let you have a girlfriend."
I laughed and said "I hope you're not serious about the girlfriend thing." He gave me a look that said nothing, and continued his process of taking off my shirt. I sat up to make it easier to remove my shirt, and I am now sitting in front of my husband, in dark skinny jeans and a lavender Victoria's Secret lace bra.
"Lie down baby," Christian instructed. I complied, and he planted kisses on my abdomen, moving up towards my breasts. It ticked a little, so I let out a small giggle, causing him to smile. "Quiet Mrs. Grey," he said to me. I huffed, and he continued.
Once he reached my breasts, he traced the outline of my bra cups, occasionally dipping a finger into them to tweak my nipple. I squirmed under him and he held my hips so that I would stay still. "Patience," he whispered, "I'm getting there." I stopped squirming, and he reached under me to unhook my bra, then lifting it off by the bridge in the front. My nipples were already semi-hard, and that seemed to get Christian excited. My breasts have significantly grown because I was pregnant, and they were also more sensitive, which were both good on Christian's part.
"You have perfect breasts Mrs. Grey," Christian said to me as he pinched my left nipple between his forefinger and thumb and lowered his mouth onto the other. I sighed, and he swirled his tongue around my nipple, stimulating it and making it hard. I let out a low moan, and he released my breasts, moving townwards to my pants. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, leaving me only clothed with a matching pair of lavender lace panties.
He got off of the bed and walked towards the desk, which had my Prada handbag on it. I was confused until he pulled out a box and said to me "I brought your favorite vibrator."