Anger overflows through me like a tidal wave. I want to scream and kick and tear this room to shreds. No. No. Who the hell is this? I snatch the phone and swipe my finger on the screen.
There is a passcode on it that I did not know.
No. No. I feel tears building up in my eyes. Without thinking, I fling the phone across the room like a football player. It hits the wall hard with a sharp thud and falls to the floor.
Oh no! I instantly regret this heat of the moment action. I think of Christian and his reaction to me damaging his new cell phone. No! This can't be happening! We were so happy these past weeks! How can he be texting another person? Is it a woman? There wasn't any indication of gender in the text. Maybe it's a man? I find myself pondering that, times seems to slow down.
Christian doesn't have many friends. He used to be close friends with Elena, but he made the right choice and chose his family over her. Perhaps it is a business personnel? Maybe a wrong number? All of my reasonable theories are dismissed the second they arrive in my jealous psyche.
This is a woman. It must be. I need to talk to Christian. I need to find out the truth. All of this on my little girl's birthday. With a throbbing headache, I scurry out of the bedroom, not even bothering to find a camera.
Christian is in the living room, playing with Teddy and Phoebe. I look at this adorable sight and I feel guilty for ruining it.
"Christian?" I say loudly. Christian looks at me as the rest of his family interacts with the birthday girl. Mia grabs a squealing Phoebe and twirls her around playfully. "Happy Birthday!" She chirps. Grace gazes down at her granddaughter in adoration.
I can't help but to smile at this, but once my eyes are set on Christian, all I feel is fury. "I need to speak with you." I hiss. Christian narrows his eyes at him, not liking my tone. But he doesn't say anything and complies, no doubt not wanting a scene infront of the birthday girl. We both hobble into the bedroom. I gently close the door and proceed to lock it.
"What's wrong?" Christian demands. "It's Phoebe's birthday." He reminds me.
"I know." I cross my arms, shooting him a glare. "I found a text on your phone."
Christian's face falls. "Excuse me?" He says in disbelief. He glares at me, his chilling stare makes me shudder on the insides. "You invaded my privacy, Ana." He rebukes. "What is wrong with you?"
I shake my head. "I didn't! You got a message on your new phone and it will automatically show it on the screen regardless if you're in or not," I ball up my fists. "Who is she, Christian?"
Christian scowls darkly at me, he takes a step towards me and I instinctively take a step back. "Ana, you should not be invading my phone." He scolds coldly.
I roll my eyes at his excuse. Christian's face hardens. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He growls. "Do you want a spanking?"
I brace myself, struggling to contain my rage. "I don't want to fight. I want the truth." I affirm. "Who is she, Christian Grey?"
"Ana," Christian takes a swift step to me, his face softens. "Let me explain." I attempt to move, but I am too slow, he is like a cheetah lunging at it's prey. I have no time to do anything when he grabs my arms. I am helpless when he plants a ravenous kiss on my lips, I feel my body on the verge of betraying me. No. No. No. I know his game.
"Christian!" I protest, only to be kissed once more. His hands lurk into my shirt, I feel his swift fingers unlatching my bra.
"I will explain everything to you." He groans. My body gives in, my mind drowns in euphoria. Before I know it, I'm plopped onto the bed, giggling like a schoolgirl.
Christian towers over me, his domineering figure is all I see. His voice is low and alluring. "Let's make this quick, Phoebe hasn't opened her presents yet." He yanks off my pants with ease, wiggling my panties off.
His long fingers outline my skin and I am helplessly under his spell.
He thrashes inside of me like a savage animal. I'm drenched in sweat as I combust, singing out in glorious pleasure.
Our fucking is quick and swift, my mind swims with blankness. As we get dressed, I catch Christian staring at me.
"Have you took your birth control?" He ask me suddenly. I look up at his alluring face, vaguely remembering why I was angry.
His question makes me scramble my brain. I have been going to all of my appointments, but I missed the only one due to scheduling mishaps with Teddy's school events. I count the weeks of when that incident occurred and I find myself smiling.
Oh my.
"No." I say with a hint of shyness. Christian grins at this, there is something perplexing about his grin. It is not happy, but proud. Prideful.
"How long has it been?" Christian smirks wickedly. "We've been having sex nonstop." He walks over to me, caressing my face. "And I haven't been using condoms." He reveals to me in a low voice.
I start feeling giddy with a mixture of confusion. Christian loves Teddy and Phoebe. But I never knew he wanted a third child. For a long time, I believed our little family was completed. Nevertheless, after having Phoebe, I did have a slight case of baby fever. I wanted a another child with Christian's DNA to roam the Earth. Maybe a new baby is exactly what me and Christian needs right now. A new bundle of joy, a new embodiment of our true love. Little Blip number 3.
The thought of the text is prying into my brain, but I am overwhelmed with bliss to contemplate it. I resolved myself to focus on the present now.
"I want twins." Christian breathes. "I want you to be hot and heavy with them." I giggle at that, planting a hungry kiss onto him.
"Two parts of us." I chuckle. Christian clasps a warm hand on my abdomen. "Take a test. There's still some in the bathroom." I giggle playfully. "Yes, sir!" I change into my clothes swiftly and go to the bathroom inside of our bedroom.
With a smile, I pluck out a pregnancy stick and go on with the process. Christian stands in the doorway, watching intensely as I pee on the stick.
Once I finish, I hold the wet stick up to my face to see if it will turn blue or pink.
Christian appears impatient. "What does it say?" He demands after two seconds passes.
"Wait." I say. Bossy Christian.
Then as if the universe itself was obeying Christian, the pregnancy test showcase the results.
"I'm pregnant!" I squeal blissful. I leap off the toilet and kisses Christian roughly. I feel all of my hormones activating at once. I want to tell Kate and the others. I grab Christian's hand eagerly and tug him towards the bedroom door. But Christian is stiff as a statute. "Let's tell everyone!" I squeak. When Christian says nothing, I become concerned.
"What?" I say softly. His expression is stone. "Ana," His voice slow and calm. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"
I arch an eyebrow at this. "Excuse me?" Christian answers my question by slamming himself into me, I struggle to keep my balance, my legs automatically pacing backwards. My back is pressed up against the wall, inches away from the door. His long tongue tunnels down my throat, he grasps my tender breasts. When he removes himself, I want more.
"Just remember when you think of him," His left hand rub my flat belly. "Remember you have Blip number 3 inside of you."
His words digs into my psyche violently. I want to ignore it, I desperately want all of his words to be nonexistent. No. No. He's not doing this. He can't be.
"Pregnancy is not a weapon, Mr. Grey." I can't help the giggling in my voice. I'm just so overwhelmed with positivity.
Christian grins widely at that comment.
"Pull off those pants, then we can go." He commands. Eagerly, I obey. My emotions runs a mile a minute. Christian is swift as he pokes his long finger into my clitrois. Waves of discomfort fuels my body, I squirm and twist, relishing the naughty sensation. "Oh, oh, Christian.." I groan. I orgasm, letting myself release. In my state of euphoria, my eyes catch his cell phone. It's screen is shattered from the impact. Does Christian notice it? He should, it's six inches away from him. Maybe he is ignoring it?
His finger goes deeper and deeper. I can't take it. I am overwhelmed by the pleasing sensation. "Did you like my little text, Mrs. Grey?" I'm barely listening to his words and the context. "I'm not spanking for your little temper tantrum. You're lucky this time."
"YES! YES!" I cry. Then he pulls out of me, I instantly frown. "Put some clothes on, Mrs. Grey," A wicked smile forms on his face. "Or else you will be granted a spanking infront of everyone." He teases. Christian departs from the room, closing the door behind him. I am left alone in the room, my mind races. The love we expressed, the fucking, the passion, the news of new life inside of me.
But the text. Oh Dear God, the text. It still plagues the back of my mind. I rub my belly and speak to Blip 3. "Well little Blip, your Daddy is one heck of a person, isn't he? You will love him, he is the kindest, most diligent man I know."
I slip into my clothes and hurry out of the room. My head rushes, so much happened in so little time. When I see Kate, I'm beaming. I glance at Phoebe who is holding a brand new barbie doll. "I'm pregnant!" I announce loudly.
The reaction is instant. Grace is in tears, Mia is squealing. Kate rushes to me and locks me in a embrace. Carrick and Elliot gives Christian a pat on the back. "Great job! You still work!" Elliot jokes. Elliot plucks up Phoebe with a big smile. "You're a big sister now!" He gushes.
Teddy sits on the couch, bouncing up and down. "I'm a big brother again?" He ask curiously.
I nod feverishly. "Yep!" Teddy smiles ear to ear.
"Awesome! This is amazing! A little buddy for Ava!" Kate gushes. Kate releases me with a sigh. "Wow, never expected a third one out of you two." She comments.
"Me neither. But I'm happy anyway." I chirp.
….
When the party wraps up and everyone says their farewells, I put Teddy and Phoebe to bed. Reality kicks in for me. There is a new baby on the way. Our new baby. This baby is the cure to all of our issues.
Tonight we do not fuck, we just snuggle with each other in bed. His warm hand is glued to my belly.
When I get ready for work the very next morning, I greet Ms. Williams and give kisses to Teddy and Phoebe. Christian is in the kitchen, in his dashing business suit. He gives me a strict look. "Ana, don't go to work." He says plainly.
I shake my head immediately. "No. I am." I have no intention of arguing. Not now. Not infront of the children.
Christian keeps his voice low. "Ana, you are pregnant. Being here with the kids will be a better environment for you."
"No." I go to the dining table to eat breakfast. I dine on a delicious bowl of sweet oatmeal. "I'm working, Christian. I have worked awhile pregnant before. This pregnancy is no different."
To my shock, Christian doesn't argue back this time. "Okay." He says simply. I blink confused. "Really?" I gasp.
"Go to work. Just remember who you talk to." He warns. I have no words for that and I nod.
The ride to the building is silent and full of tension. I feel like there's something wrong, but I can't put my finger on it. I decide to ignore it, whether it is, it can't dampen the joy I feel about the new life inside of me. I am carrying another Christian inside of me. I imagine a gallant little boy with Christian's features and my blue eyes. A little girl in a dazzling dress, her face is as cute as a button and her hair is chocolate brown. Another sibling for Teddy and Phoebe. A new member of the Grey family.
We separate once we enter the building. I go to my office and my day begins as normal. Louis unintentionally invades my mind. I still can't believe I ruined his life. I quickly dismiss him. No. No. He is none of your concern anymore.
I have a busy workday ahead of me. I have a long meeting after my lunchbreak and then a meeting with a well accomplished author named Brandon Murray.
Should I tell Christian that the author is a male? I don't want him to lose it. Not when a new bundle of joy is coming.
After a long time of pondering, I email him.
To: Christian Grey
From: Anastasia Grey
Title: Upcoming Client has a Y chromosome.
My new client is coming after my first meeting. He is a male and his name is Brandon Murray. He is not Louis or Jack Hyde. Do not flip out and be angry. He is a professional author who needs to speak to me. I know you want to protect me, but this is my job.
From your loving, pregnant wife, Ana.
Christian doesn't respond back immediately and I go on with the rest of my day. He responses during the beginning of my lunchbreak.
To: Anastasia Grey
From: Christian Grey
Title: No.
Cancel it. You know what I said. Remember Blip number three. Do not test me, Mrs. Grey. Cancel it or I will cancel it for you.
Anger boils in my chest. No! No! I feel tears swelling in my eyes. I fight back the tears and email him back.
To: Christian Grey
From: Anastasia Grey
Title: Forget it.
No. I will not and I am not going to cancel anything. Brandon is a client. He is a author, not a dog hungry for wet meat. Stop thinking every man on the planet wants me. You're the one I love. Not him, not Louis, just you.
I huff at his immature remark. My head feels like it is going to explode. Christian sends me another email.
To: Anastasia Grey
From: Christian Grey
Title: Threading on Thin Ice
Anastasia, remember you are still on the naughty list. You went off with a man with our two children. Don't think I forgot. You could have gotten yourself hurt or worse. The kids could have been kidnapped or harmed. All because you want to be nice to him. Ana, you are such a challenging little thing. Always doing before thinking. It's a tragic flaw of yours. You caused so many things to happen for no reason. Louis is already an issue, with him trying to file a lawsuit against me. I don't need another man drooling over you. Just for once, do what you are told. Or else I will take drastic measures. Cancel it. Now.
"Drastic measures?" I echo. What does that mean? I email him one more time.
To: Christian Grey
From: Anastasia Grey
Title: No.
No.
I click send and I finish my lunchbreak. The meeting is long and I immediately request a cup of water from Hannah. I wait in my office for my client and Hannah arrives with my water.
The cold water helps my nerves soothe.
"He's here." Hannah announces with a smile. Brandon Murray enters my office. He is a African American with broad shoulders. He has a sincere smile on his face. He is tall with big brown eyes and a smoothly shaven beard.
"Hello, Mrs. Grey." He greets me cordially. He extends out a friendly hand to me. "I can't wait to start." He sits down in the chair, his thick book in his hands.
I start. "Well, Mr. Murray.." I'm not allowed to finish that sentence when Christian Grey barges into my office. My heart jumps in my throat when I see him. His face is stoic, but his eyes are flaring.
"Hello, Mr. Murray." Christian's voice is cold and collected. He waste no time. "You can leave now."
"Christian!" I scold. Christian ignores me, he continues to glower at Murray.
"Leave now. There's refreshments out there." He orders. Murray blinks baffled. "Um...all right." He mumbles. Murray departs from the office, leaving only me, Hannah, and Christian. Christian goes after Hannah next.
"You need to leave too." He commands. Hannah shrinks from his chilling stare.
"Um...yes. Sir." She squeaks meekly. Like a fearful mouse, she scampers out of the office.
"Anastasia." Christian takes a hostile step to me, his eyes honing on me.
I shake my head, anger boiling inside of me. "Christian, what the hell?"
"Watch your tongue, Ana. Blip shouldn't hear cursing yet." Christian growls.
I clench my teeth, balling up my fists. No. No. Why is this happening? No.
"You're fired." Christian says calmly. Christian opens the door for me, gesturing for me to leave. "Go home. Teddy and Phoebe are waiting for you. I'm firing Ms. Williams, so you can be a full time Mom."
There are no words to describe how I was feeling. I cross my arms, I feel my anger vibrating inside of me. "NO!" My voice comes out sharp and high pitched. "I am not fired! What is wrong with you?"
Christian gives me a cocky smile. "Ana, I am your boss's boss's boss. You have been terminated from this company. Now you can be home and relax. Work can very stressful, Anastasia. I always wanted you to stop working, but now with all of this madness going on, I think it's time for you to stop."
I open my mouth to speak, but Christian cuts me off. "Your office will be cleaned out promptly. The car is ready for you and the kids are waiting," He turns away from me and to the door. "I have to go to a meeting. See you at home." Then he leaves.
I stand motionlessly in my office. Well, my former office. I wonder if this is just a twisted joke or a cruel intimidation tactic. With tears in my eyes, I proceed to pack up my personal items. Hannah enters the room and I am on the verge of a emotional breakdown.
"I'm fired." I announce, my voice is merely a whisper.
Hannah's eyes flicker. "Whoa! Really?" She is dumbfounded. Hannah is a sensitive soul and wipes a tender tear from her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Grey." She says softly.
Hannah proceeds to give me a warm embrace that makes me cry.
"I'll help you." Hannah offers.
I shake my head. "No. No." I mutter weakly.
I grab all of my personal items and hobble out of the door.
Next chapter will come soon. I am currently writing my other stories, so next chapter may take time. Reviews and thoughts.