"Ana," he began tentatively, fear lurking behind his voice as he gingerly took her face in his hands.

"It's OK Christian," she quickly reassured him, putting her hands on the lapels of his designer jacket. Her soothing touch calmed his frayed nerves, but he was still anxious. Will she leave one day because of this, he wondered, his darkest fears resurfacing.

"Ana I'm so sorry baby," he said, stroking her cheeks tenderly. He kissed her forehead but couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her lips. Once he touched them, he couldn't get enough of that spark, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth. His breathing picked up as he wrapped his hand around her head, urging her closer. He didn't give a fuck who was watching. She tasted like strawberries, like heaven. God he loved this woman.

Ana pulled away, giving him a small peck to take the sting out of her rejection. "I mean it Christian. It's OK. I'm OK," she stressed, penetrating him with her stare. He could get lost in the depths of her blue eyes.

"Oh baby, I know you put up with so much shit from my past," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know it and you have no idea how grateful I am. You're the only one — the only one I'll ever love. You know that right Ana? I need you to know that. Please don't ever doubt me," he pleaded, unable to keep the desperation from seeping into his voice.

"Yes Christian I do," she said, but the conviction wasn't there. The truth is his past did test her limits of patience. She knew he willingly gave it all up for her and wouldn't ever go back to that lifestyle, but she was human after all. Who wants to know their husband has done God knows what with other women — let alone see the six-foot-tall, well-coiffed goddess standing in front of you?

He kept staring at her, trying to read her thoughts. "It's just, I don't know, tiring I suppose," she confessed hesitantly. She didn't want to add to his self-loathing but he'd figure out she was upset anyway. "Knowing it rationally and knowing it emotionally are two different things. And that just took me by surprise that's all. I'm only human," she explained. "But I know who you are and how you feel about me, and you have nothing to fear. I'm yours," she said, standing on her tiptoes to return the kiss she had abruptly ended earlier.

"And I'm all yours baby. Always," he breathed, clinging to her body and roughly kissing her back. "Let's go home Ana. I want to get you home and show you how much I belong to you," he smirked.

"No Christian! You're not taking my night out away from me," she protested. "Forget it Grey. I'm a new mother and I need a break from diapers and breastfeeding — and sex," she winked. "Well, just a short break…"

"I'll give you two hours Mrs. Grey," he growled, relieved to see her smile again. "After that your breasts are mine. And this too," he said, grabbing her ass.