HI ALL! I know it's been awhile since you heard from this story. Recently I was inspired by my first Ana and Christian. They were my babies! Where it all started... now my writing has improved so much since then, but I know to some of you It didn't matter because you loved the story itself. So thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this outtake. (I broke it into two chapters w Only because I had deleted an A/N chapter a while back and if you already reviewed the old chapter 4 you won't be able to do it again … so I spilt this so people could review in 5.
So a little reminder... Christian is about to turn 20, Ana is 19 and Teddy is roughly one and a half. They have GEH and doing well. These two chapters would take place between chapter 12 and 13. It's not really an "out take" but more information! Like why didn't Christian and Ana marry sooner, how Christian prepared for the proposal, some family time, and even a small flashback. It's mainly fluff, but that's what JYAMB mainly was. I hope you enjoy and it brings a smile to your face.
Part 1 of 2
May 28th
I get off the elevator to Christian's floor and stop at Andrea's desk on my way into his office. Andrea has been working here for two weeks now, and she's been a godsend. She's bright, a hard worker, and not afraid of my boyfriend's sudden burst of anger.
She doesn't even bat an eye.
Not to mention, I don't have to worry about her making eyes at my him either. I shake my head because I still get irked thinking about those interviews with those desperate women lusting after my man and trying to get him into his bed.
"Hey Andrea," I greet her happily and she gives me a bright smile in return. "How are you holding up today?"
"I'm doing good, Miss Steele, although I think this is the first time the phones have stopped ringing today." She gives an innocent giggle, but in the next second, the phone rings again.
Her body sags in defeat. "I guess I jinxed myself."
"Sounds like a typical Wednesday around here," I tell her just as another call comes through, lighting up the dashboard. Andrea sighs, before telling the two callers to hold.
I don't miss answering the phones around here. By the time I got home, I felt I could still hear the sounds of the constant ringing. I love my quiet hideaway in the IT department, and someone else taking and directing my calls.
"Is he alone at the moment?" I need to give him my report for his meeting later, but also in need to put my arms around him. I haven't seen him all day.
"Yeah, but he might still be on the phone. I heard him barking through the door about twenty minutes ago."
"Thank you, Andrea." She nods, then picks up the phone, giving the person on the other end her sunshine greeting.
I knock twice on the large oak doors before letting myself in. As I enter into his white lavish office, with picturesque views, it sometimes amazes me how far we've come this last year. We once shared an office, in a tiny building downtown, where we only had one floor for us and our employees. Now we own twenty stories and thousands of employees. Days like this I have to pinch myself to believe everything we have and just how lucky we are.
I smile to myself thinking maybe one day this will be Teddy's or any of the other kids we might have. To carry on the Grey name.
Even though you don't even carry the name
- yet.
Christian is standing with his back to me, looking out the window, with the phone to his ear. He's not talking, but I can just barely pick up the male voice on the other end, only I have no idea what's being said.
It's clear he hasn't noticed me, so I slowly approach him. I place the pack of papers I was holding on his desk and then slip my arms around his waist. His body tenses momentarily, but he relaxes, realizing it's only me, and I lay my head against his back
"Larry, let me call you back. An urgent matter was just brought to my attention." With a quick goodbye, he hangs up the phone, stuffing into his pocket.
Grabbing my right hand, he spins me around, pinning me against the cool pane overlooking Seattle. His lips quickly attach to mine, ravishing me to the point I almost can't breathe.
My arm drapes over his shoulder, and my body crumbles under the intensity of his kiss. This is what happens to us when we don't see each other first thing in the morning; we both ache to touch and possess one another. The whole day becomes off kilter if we don't.
Christian left early for the office this morning for a breakfast meeting. While I stayed home and had my own breakfast meeting with our little rugrat who decided today he didn't like bananas, and I was to find something better.
He hikes my leg to his waist and his hand travels up my skirt, to the edge of stockings. Christian moans down my throat, happy with what he finds.
"Mr. Grey, your 12:30 is here." Andrea's voice rings over the intercom. I freeze, but my boyfriend seems to give no shits about answering her, his tongue continuing to dance with mine.
Even after two weeks of being here, Andrea knows what goes down in the office when we're alone. On her second day, she walked in on us, doing almost the same thing as now. Christian had forgotten about his coffee and neither of us heard the door open. She left the coffee and bolted. I didn't think she was going to stay after that. But when I walked out, I found her at her desk, plugging away, her cheeks slightly flushed. I tried to apologize, but she waved it off, showing she wasn't too bothered by what she saw.
Though these days we try our best to keep extracurricular activities for after work hours.
I nudge Christian's shoulder, trying to get him off me. Instead, he grabs my ass, pushing me further into his erection.
Grabbing his face, I push him away, gasping for air. "Christian- Cut it out."
"Your mouth might be telling me no, but your body is screaming yes." He growls, nipping my bottom lip between my teeth. "Isn't it?"
"Yes, but not…" I'm silenced by another toe-curling kiss. Once I'm seconds away from breaking down and letting him have his way with me, he releases me, retreating to his desk.
Bastard.
I narrow my eyes and my best to burn holes into the back of the neck. He turns around, giving me a cocky grin, unaffected by my stare, and pushes the intercom button on his desk. "Tell McCain I'll be out in five."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, tell me what brings you here, Miss Steele? Besides wanting to distract me." He leans against the desk, his eyes traveling up and down my body. The arrogant smile still on his face.
I'll show you distraction, baby.
I bite the top of my finger, giving him my best innocent doe eyes and smile, and sashay my hips walking over to him. "I distracted you, huh? Well, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Grey." My hand travels down his chest, as I lean over his desk next to him, and reach for the papers I sat down on his desk when I came in.
His hand comes down with a whoosh, landing a loud smack on my ass, causing me to yelp, "yes you are quite the distraction, baby. I'll make sure to reprimand you for it later." And I'm given another smack on my behind.
"I'm sure you will," I gnaw on my lower lip, playfully batting my eyes, and hand him the stack of papers, "but till then, these are the papers on Johnson for your meeting this evening. I found a few interesting things you might be able to use if he's still being stubborn about selling."
He flips through the papers and a large smile curls on his face. "Oh, this is great. Good job, baby."
"So, I guess I won't need to be reprimanded after all?"
"I'm sure I can come up with a couple infractions, Miss Steele. There's still plenty of hours left in the day." He places a kiss on my nose.
"That there is. Anyways, I was also going out to lunch and wanted to see if you wanted anything since you decided to stuff yourself with meetings all day. I have to make sure the big bad boss eats before he starts biting heads off instead."
"Just bring me back whatever you're eating."
"Aye, Aye, Mr. Grey." With a final peck on his cheek, I retreat from his office.
I'm sitting inside Tastebuds with Haley. She works in my IT department as a Data Modeler.
She's been with GEH for the last four months and I have grown close with her. I was so happy when I found her resume. She's in her mid-twenties, extremely good at her job, and hard working. It's also nice to have another girl on the team.
She's flipping through a fashion magazine and gawking at all the dresses with me. She stops at a gorgeous wedding dress by Vera Wang and gushes over it.
"It's so pretty. I only hope I can have a dress this divine." She muses and flips to the next page.
"You and Mr. Grey need to get married. Because you would look amazing in any of these." Haley says casually sipping on her green tea. "Actually, why aren't you guys married already? You've been together forever."
Her statement takes me unexpectedly and my fork clamors to my plate. I don't want her to think I'm rude, so I clear my throat and look down at my plate.
Kate and Maddy just asked me this the other day. I expect it from them. It's just different from hearing it from someone on the outside wondering why we're not married yet.
I mean, not that many people outside of our friends and family know our true relationship status.
And the media always wants to hook up my man with all our female clients, but never me. As if I have no claim to him because we don't share the same name.
I look up and wipe my mouth with the napkin, and Haley's eyes dart to me in shock, her cheeks turn almost maroon, and stutters her apology. "Oh my god. I'm sorry. I don't mean to intrude. I've always been a bit of a curious bunny…" She looks nervously down at the half-eaten sandwich on her plate.
"Haley, it's okay. I've actually been hearing that a lot lately from my other friends." I sniffle an uncomfortable laugh, my eyes shifting to the picture of the wedding dress.
"I'm sorry. It's just… it's obvious that he adores and worships you! And you've been together since what? High school?" I nod. "You guys are like picture perfect couple. Even at such a young age, so happy."
"I think the both of us kind of forgot?" I shrug.
It's the truth.
And the same answer I gave the other girls.
Life has been so busy, and I think it was the last thing we thought about. We're a family, our lives circle around each other, to the point where we already feel like we already are married, just our last names aren't the same.
We just bought a house together and talked about expanding our family. The piece of paper is only making the feelings we have for each other legal.
Not like we need it.
But it would be nice...
"Yeah, I get it. I don't know how you guys do it, along with having Teddy too. I would need to be committed." She laughs, taking a bite into her pickle.
"Yeah. I know Christian's committed to me, just as I am to him. It's just hectic with everything, but we make it work."
"It's so nice to see. I wish I could find someone as smitten for me as Mr. Grey is for you. But when he does finally ask, can I have an invite to the wedding? They make me so gooey."
I laugh and shake my head at her. "Of course. I'll even personally hand deliver your invite."
"Ah, shucks. You know how to make a girl feel special, Ana."
Christian should've been home hours ago, but he sent me a text as I was putting the finishing touches on the chicken, telling me would be late. The reason being and I quote, 'this stupid fucker doesn't know how much he's fucked up, so I'm stuck painting it out for him till he cries.' I know the client he's dealing with. It's a big reason why I avoid sitting in on this, so I expect him to come home a disheveled, irritated as fuck, and a mess.
I'm sure Johnson though is in for it worse if he doesn't settle soon. There's nothing Christian hates more now then clients keeping him away from his family.
So, Teddy and I ending up eating dinner alone. He's now cuddled on my chest, sucking his thumb, asleep, while I watch some sappy lifetime movie.
The two mains have just gotten married, and about to drive off into the sunset. While everyone claps and cheers beyond them.
It's a perfect fairytale.
I secretly have a love/hate for these movies.
But watching this brings me back to my lunch conversation with Haley and making me wonder why Christian hasn't proposed to me yet.
Do I really care he hasn't?
I mean, we did agree to wait that summer before I had Teddy, but neither of us really had an answer of how long. I love him so much to the point it hurts.
He's mine and the father of my child. I don't have a single reason not to think he doesn't love me the same. That's what's most important. And it's only a piece of paper and a name.
Does that really change anything?
Besides stopping the Seattle Nooz making every woman on this planet think he's available?
But honestly, I do crave being called Mrs. Grey at work vs Miss Steele.
I want people to know about us and not be some super-secret. Then again it is kind of fun; tricking people into thinking that we're something else than what we are.
Makes it kind of dirty.
Maybe I could be a modern type woman the one who asks the guy for marriage?
The elevator pings, bringing me back to the now. Christian walks off and throws his briefcase and suit jacket on the entry table. As I figured his hair is standing on all ends his tie is missing, and the first two buttons are undone of his shirt.
"That bad huh?" I laugh, as he collapses on the couch next to me. He leans over and kisses me softly on the lips.
"It would've been fine if he wasn't such an incompetent fucker." He growls, and I push my hand through his tussled copper curls. "But, after three weeks of negotiations, we're now the new proud owners of Globe International Shippers."
"Oh, thank god." This deal has been the bane of almost everyone's existence. But having this shipping company is just what we need to spread GEHs wings across the ocean and start our feed the world charity.
"I was seconds away from strangling Johnson if we couldn't settle on cost. He was in total denial about being bankrupt and GEH was the only thing that could save him and his bank account."
"And his house in Malibu, and the twenty cars." I snort.
The man spent more than he made than borrowed against the company to fund. Global was once a top Shipping company and he ran it to the ground wanting to spend in excess.
"And the expensive escorts and strip clubs his wife knows nothing about. Good find, by the way. It was what brought him finally to his knees and folded. Not that it was the way I wanted to go," He blows out a puff of air and runs his hand down Teddy's back, "but it got the job done."
"Well, it's what I do best. The FBI has nothing on me." I giggle feeling pretty proud of myself.
"No, they don't," he places a kiss behind my ear. "How long as he been asleep?"
"About forty-five minutes. I didn't have the heart to put him down since he seems so comfy."
"Well, of course, he is. Your chest is my favorite spot to rest my head too. In fact, I would like to nuzzle my head there now."
"Don't you want to eat dinner first?"
"Oh, I'll eat. Don't you worry." Just the way his words drip lustfully from his honey voice makes my panties melt. "Now go lay him down. I'm starving."
I don't need to be told twice. I quickly rise to my feet and carry our little boy to his room. I feel Christian behind me, his eyes boring a hole into my ass. "I like this," he whispers letting his hand graze over my lace satin black pajama shorts. When I bought them, I didn't realize how much of my ass was going to be exposed. "A lot."
I love how even now, he can make me feel irresistible. He doesn't need to put a ring on my finger to make me feel that way, that's for sure.
Laying Teddy in his crib, I turn on the monitor and take Christian's hand as we walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
"I'm glad you like them because I did buy them for you." I wrap my arms around his neck
"I sure hope they're for me." Strong arms gather me up, and I wrap my legs around him, my lips latching on to his. He manages to carry me to our bedroom, our lips never parting, till I go flying, landing on the bed.
"But as much as I love this. It needs to come off. I enjoy the sight of you being naked so much more. And it's been over twenty hours or so since I last saw you…. naked."
"You need your naked Ana fix?" I giggle, sitting up and slowly pull off my camisole, exposing my breast. He licks his lips and my nipples harden under his stare.
"You have no idea." He stalks towards me and just when I think he's going to kiss me, he instead wraps his mouth around my nipple. Sucking, nipping, pulling at it, making them extra-long and hard
He pushes me back on the bed and covers my body with his. Long fingers dance down my stomach, tracing along the hem of shorts, "If I remember correctly, I'm supposed to be reprimanding you."
"But I've been a good girl." I moan, as his lips latch to the side of my neck. Skillfully, without disconnect from my neck, he manages to push my shorts down to my ankles where I then kick them across the room.
"Oh, I'm not too sure about that Miss Steele." He whispers, grabbing a handful of my breast and squeezing.
He should be calling you Mrs. Grey!
Shut up, brain!
Gah, I hate how much this marriage thing is nagging at me. And asking my brain to forget about it is damn near impossible.
"Why haven't you asked yet?" The question comes flying out of my mouth before I can stop it.
"Asked what?" He mumbles as his mouth continues to occupy my neck with kisses and light nips.
"To marry me…" his lips stop their attack and he lifts his head, his nose brushing with mine.
"You mean, we're not?" He gives me a sly smirk and I nudge his shoulder. Though it was the answer I expected, feeling the same way I do about it.
"Not the last time I checked. I don't know, I figured it would've been something you would have done by now. Just call it curiosity."
"You've been talking to Kate again…"
"Maybe, but the thought has been lingering in my mind for a while. I mean you wanted to do it the second we graduated high school. I know we both agreed to wait, and you gave your promise. But I guess it isn't like you to be this patient." I admit, but now I'm feeling guilty. I did want to wait till at least we had Teddy and lived together for a while because I knew it would be rough. I wanted us to be stronger, but maybe it was my fault too for not telling him sooner I was ready to get married.
Ugh, why did I let them get in my head?
I'm happy, and that's what matters.
He rolls off me and gathers me in his arms, so we lay face to face.
"Baby, I made a promise to ask you. And part of that promise was when I asked I would blow you out of the water. I want the moment to be perfect and so you'll never forget. I've known what I want to do, just life has been so crazy." He frowns and runs his hand down my bare shoulder, "you don't think I haven't asked because I don't want to, do you?"
"No. I guess we haven't talked about it in a while. Life has seemed to have gone at lightning speed with work and Teddy. Like it's hard to believe he'll be two soon. I think with everyone suddenly asking why we're not, it confused me. I love our lives and I love you, that's what matters. The when isn't important."
"You swear? Because I have the ring…"
"You do?" My voice squeaks much louder than I expected it too. "I mean, you do?" I say at a much lower octave sounding more like James Earl Jones. I'm trying not to do a jig with how giddy and warm I suddenly feel inside.
I shouldn't have doubted him.
He laughs and places a kiss on my lips. "Of course, I do. I should've asked so many times, but I want a honeymoon with you. I want to leave Teddy with my parents for a couple weeks and worship your body all day and night." He says, and I can't help but smile. "And now we're at the point where we can leave GEH for more than a day. and it won't crumble because we're not there. But come on, to me, you're already my wife. What if I just have everyone just call you Mrs. Grey now?"
"Not without the ring, pal," I tease, and his eyes darken lustfully. He rolls me back over and pushes me into the mattress while I giggle uncontrollably. Well, till he plows into me, filling me to the hilt, making me scream, "Christian!"
June 17th
Christian
"I'm going to take Teddy with me to my folks. Elliot and Danny demanded to see the squirt." I tussle my son's hair and he quickly bats my hand away. Clearly, I'm disturbing him while he crashes his matchbox cars together.
"Wait? You're going to your parent's house to hang out?" She walks out of the closet, taking out her earrings, dressed in a pair of jeans, and a tank top. "Why don't they just come here?" She looks at me curiously, trying to judge if I'm up to something.
The thing is, I am up to something.
I'm doing my best to keep my face stoic. I'm a master of this face in the boardroom, but yet with Ana, she sees right through any kind of scheme.
The only way to put my plan into motion for tomorrow was planning a 'guys night' at my parents' house. I had figured I would offer an endless supply of beer and wings, so I can bribe them to help decorate the boathouse, and tell them what they need them to do tomorrow night.
With everyone hassling us lately about marriage, I wanted to keep some sort of surprise to my proposal and when. I had this idea for a while. It was just being able to pull it off and the when. When she brought up two weeks ago about why I haven't asked yet, I knew I needed to do it sooner than later. I figured my birthday was the perfect day because Ana definitely won't be expecting it.
"My dad wanted to watch the game too."
"Since when is your dad into soccer? Actually, since when are any of you guys into soccer?"
Fuck.
"I happen to like soccer. Plus, it gives us guys any excuse to drink. They know they won't be able to get me drunk on my birthday with mom yelling at me about my age. But you know dad gave up because he figures I'm responsible enough now." I grin, "and mom's working."
"Then shouldn't I keep Teddy if you're drinking?"
"I'll behave till he goes to bed, and Gramps will be there too to keep an eye out. Plus, I miss my little guy. We need some male bonding. Right buddy?" He doesn't look at me and instead drives the car off the bed.
"Boom…" he laughs, laying himself on his stomach to reach off the bed to grab his toy.
"Are you spending the night?" Ana bends down and hands Teddy back his car and he proceeds to drive it up my leg.
"You know, you ask a lot of questions."
"I do. Especially when I feel you're up to something…" she cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes at me.
"I'm not."
"Mmm-hmm. Well, I thought you didn't like sleeping alone?" She smirks, trying to dig deeper, knowing I never like sleeping without my dream catcher. She moves to straddle my hips, and runs her finger down my chest, "but really, how am I supposed to give your morning birthday surprise if you're not here?"
Oh, now she's just being evil.
My dick twitches in a way telling me I'd be a dumbass for missing out on that surprise.
"Well, I was hoping you and the girls would come over when you're done with your night."
"I guess I could since it'll be your birthday and all." She kisses me as Teddy worms himself between us, making us separate. He shoves his car in my face and zips it around wildly making zooming noises. Ana rises to her feet before she gets whack by Teddy's swinging arm. "I'm going to go pack a bag. And I suppose I can make your cake over there in the morning."
"CAKE!" Teddy screams, and his blue eyes light up brightly like birthday candles. "Me love it, daddy."
"Oh, I know buddy, but tomorrow." He frowns, and his eyebrows twist together. He understands what cake is, and can sometimes talk in complete sentences, but the concept of not now is lost on him.
I stand and lift him in my arms, and he's still looking at me confused. "Cake?"
"Do you see what you started?" I grab a handful of Ana's ass and she laughs.
"Oops. I keep forgetting about his sudden cake addiction." She kisses me and then Teddy, who reaches out wanting a hug. "I'll see you later, bub. Be good for Daddy and keep Uncle Elliot and Uncle Danny in line for me, okay?" Ana tickles his side, make him fall into a fit of laughter.
"Daddy!" he squeals, trying to wrangle his body back to me and out of his mother's hold.
Ana stops her attack, and Teddy wraps his arms around my neck. "Come on, Ted, I'm sure me and you can figure out how to make a cake at Grandmas."
"No. Uh-huh. Mommy." He points his little finger at his mother. Ana snorts and covers her mouth trying to control her laughter.
"I'm so glad he knows better than to have you bake. The brunt Christmas pancakes fiasco lives in his memory, I'm sure."
"He was a baby." I retort and glare at her. "I've made stuff since then…"
I can scramble an egg or two.
Sorta.
"He might have been a baby, but you ingrained the terrible memory in his head for life. Maybe even the smell too." She smirks and lays another kiss on mine and Teddy's cheek. "But have fun and behave."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later, baby."
I bend down and grab my bag, making my exit. Teddy is still gathered in my arms, driving his cars on my shoulder. I make a pit stop to my office and sit him on my desk.
"I just need to grab one more thing, buddy, then we can go." Grabbing the key from my pocket I unlock my bottom desk drawer. I hate keeping things locked up from Ana. I don't want her to think I'm hiding stuff, especially since she doesn't have a key, but there was no way I'd risk her catching a glimpse of her ring till tomorrow.
Opening the velvet box, I take another glance at the ring I picked out when GEH made its first million. I should've asked the second I had it in my hand because it's been burning a hole in my desk for a year.
Time really did fly, but our relationship has been nothing but perfect. We got to test run marriage. My mom and dad said the hardest part would be living together, but we survived with only some minor bumps and scrapes.
More often the bumps were because I left the toilet seat up and I ended up having a toilet paper roll thrown on my head.
"Pretty." Teddy coos, now standing on my desk looking over my arm.
"It's for Mommy. Do you think mommy will like it?" I laugh at myself, knowing I'm asking my toddler son for his input. I already know the answer I'm going to get…
"Uh-uh. Mine." His pudgy fingers go to make a grab for the ring and I close it before he can take it. The last thing this kid needs is a $300,000 diamond ring to try to destroy like his other toys.
"No, it's for Mommy. I'm going to ask her to marry me. And you're going to help me. You know why?"
He shakes his head, still pouting that he didn't get the shiny diamond.
"Because you little dude are my secret weapon," I bop him on the nose, "mommy can't say no to you, so you're going to have to win her over for me for taking so long." I shove the black box into my overnight bag, taking a deep breath, knowing in twenty-four hours it will be on her finger.
"I thought you were leaving?" I freeze at Ana's voice feeling though I've been caught red-handed. I look over and she's standing in the door frame, with her arms cross.
"We are. I just needed to grab the blueprints of the house for Elliot."
Smooth Grey. Very Smooth
I glance at Teddy and pray that he's not going to call me out and mention the ring. The little guy is cute, but no secrets are safe with Teddy Grey around. Thankfully, he's busy playing with his cars again to say anything.
"Oh, I was worried you were going to try working this weekend."
"Of course not, I figured I would pick Elliot's brain. He's actually brilliant after a couple beers." I throw my bag over my shoulder and pick Teddy back up in my arms.
"True. Just promise to stop talking after you guys start the liquor. I don't want to end up with a room with stripper poles and strobe lights."
"What about a pole in our room? That way you could be my own personal stripper." I wiggle my eyebrows and slip my free arm around her back.
"Keep dreaming, babe." She smirks.
"Oh, I will."
As soon as I arrived at my parents' house, my dad and grandfather had kidnapped my son to take him out back to play. They're going to keep him busy, so me and the guys can work and not see all that we're doing. I'm too nervous if he sees all the flowers and decorations, he'll blurt about it to his mother. Tomorrow, Teddy's job is to give his mom the final rose, to have her come out to the boathouse.
I go to my old room and unpacked my shit. I haven't stayed overnight in this room since before I left for college. Everything is still pretty much where I left it, down to the same pictures and posters on the wall.
I have a feeling my mom will always keep this room as some sort of time capsule. I make my way to my dresser, placing my clothes in the drawer.
On top is a couple framed photos of Ana and me in high school.
One is of us at the beach.
She's wearing a tiny blue bikini with her arms around my neck, one leg popped in the air, kissing my cheek. My hand is, of course, is gripping her ass, while I smile like a doofus at whoever we asked to take the picture. The other is one my mom snapped of us sleeping on the couch. Ana is sitting up, and I'm laid across her lap, my head and hand on Ana's tiny baby bump.
This was shortly after Ana had moved in here with us and she was still down about her mother.
She couldn't sleep, and since we couldn't share a bed, we went to the living room to watch a movie and quickly passed out. It seemed anytime Ana and I fell asleep in one of our beds, we got caught, and every time was innocent.
Well, except that one time...
2 years ago
"Christian…" I hear Ana whisper and a cold hand shakes my shoulder. "Christian, wake up."
Peeling open my eyes, I see my girlfriend in her plaid PJs hovering over me.
"What's wrong?"
"Can I lay with you for a bit?"
"Of course." I pull the covers back and she cuddles into my side. "You know you're always welcomed in my bed. It's the main reason we're in the predicament that we are." My hand runs over her baby bump.
She giggles, "yeah. And he's the one keeping me awake by kicking me in the ribs." Ana is twenty-three weeks now, and ever since we first felt him move, it's like he never stops. I'm not sure if he's sleeping in there some days.
"Oh no, buddy, none of that," I say to her stomach and our son kicks me in return.
"Yeah, you sure told him, daddy." She giggles, and he gives my hand another two swift kicks.
It's hard to believe sometimes that in a few months we'll be parents.
I'm going to be a dad.
At eighteen.
I'm going to responsible for a whole other life.
Suddenly, I'm breaking out in a cold sweat, and my heart is thumping erratically, panic washing over me. Memories of my first four years flash in my mind, and I don't know how I can do it. My biological mom was as young as I was when she had me and look what happened there. I've had the thoughts before, but they never hit me like this.
"Christian, what's wrong? You've gone pale." Her dainty hand runs through my hair, "and your clammy."
"Do you think I'll make a good father?" The words fly my lips, but they come out soft and strangled.
"What? Of course." She moves in closer to me and takes my face in her hands, placing a light kiss on my lips. "Where did this come from?"
"I guess it's always been stewing in the back of my mind. I don't even know my dad, more than likely some creep. And my mother. She was our age and looked what happened to her."
Ana's hand caresses my cheek and she rests her forehead to mine. "We'll never know what led your mother to do what she did. But she kept you, and she did try. In her own fucked up way, she tried. Just because she failed doesn't mean you will. You know better, we know better, and we have support. You'll be a great dad, Christian, you already are."
"You can't say that yet…"
"Hell yeah, I can." she snaps cutting me off. She closes her eyes and pushes her lips to mine and I relish in the feeling of her love, even for a moment. "You're a great dad already because you're here for one thing. You didn't run off when I told you I was pregnant. You're at every doctor's appointment. You rub my belly and talk to him every day. You make sure I eat and take care of myself. And most importantly, you already love him, and I know you'll do whatever you can to keep him safe when he gets here."
"I love you. I will keep you and our baby safe and loved. Forever."
"I love you too, and I know you will. I have zero doubts about it." Her lips meet mine and I pull her closer, letting her mold with my body. Be one. I'm trying to focus on just her and the way she feels against me, but I can't help the voice in my head, telling me I might fail. That I'll be a horrible dad.
What if I don't make enough money? Or leaving together becomes too hard and we grow to hate each other.
It takes me forever to fall asleep. I watched as Ana slept with her head and hand on my chest. A place I used to let no one touch till her. Her breathing is even and there's a slight curve to her lips, which I take as s smile.
I'm so worried about letting her down…
The room is dark but there are wails of a baby crying in the distance. I manage to find a light. The room illuminates with a fluorescent light that buzzes overhead. The place is a mess. The paint is peeling and there's a bunch of holes in the walls. There's trash everywhere and an old beat up couch in the corner. I walk further into the house trying to find the baby.
There's a door and I push it open I find a couple screaming at each other. I can't hear their words, but the man is throwing stuff around. When the woman turns to face me, it's Ana. She's older, her hair is stringing, and she's rail thin. She scoops the crying baby in her arms. I can't make out his face. The guy that was here is gone now.
I catch my face in the reflection of the mirror and I look ragged and tired. Ana storms past me with the baby, yelling something at me. I go to follow, but then in a flash, I'm in another room.
There's crying still, but now they sound like an older child. I should leave. The look of the room alone sends a chill down my spine. I know this room. I know those cries. I'm walking down a long hallway that curves for what seems like forever. But when I arrive, I feel I've been blasted into the past. A little boy is crying over his mother. The little boy's head pops up, he looks like me, but with bright blue eyes, and Ana's button nose, with tears streaming down his face.
I somehow move closer and bend down. I push the brown hair back of the woman on the floor and my heart starts pumping out of my chest.
It's Ana.
The sweat pours from my face and I crumble to the ground on top of Ana's body. She's so cold and she won't move.
"Ana.. no.. nooo." I wail, my cries scratching my throat. She can't be gone. I promised to keep her safe.
"Daddy," The little boy whispers, and my head pops up to look at the perfect mix of me and my Ana.
"What happened?"
"You left us, Daddy. Why did you leave us? Why did you hate us?"
No!
I violently shoot up in bed, waking from my nightmare. The early morning sun is starting to pour through the windows, and I'm doing my best to calm my breathing. I feel Ana sit up beside me, as I come aware of my surroundings.
"Christian," She whispers and puts her arms around me, kissing my bare shoulder. "You're okay, babe. You're okay."
"Ana," I say her name like a prayer. I need her. I don't think I've ever needed her so much as I do now. My hand comes to her face and I press my forehead to hers. "You were- and the baby…" I trail off and close my eyes.
"I'm here. It was just a bad dream."
"I need you." I breathe. "I need to feel you and wipe it away…"
"I'm yours, Christian."
My lips crash to hers and I sink her into the bed. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too. So much."
"I need to take my time with you. To feel you."
I need to know you're real and the dream wasn't a lie.
Slowly, I remove her pants and shirt, my lips tracing every each of her skin as I expose it. She tastes so sweet, like honey and apples. Her underwear is the last thing I slip off and I bury my face into her center, needing to taste her.
She withers, and calls my name, as my tongue devours her. My fingers pump inside her heated core while I suck on her clit and her hand tangles in my hair. "Ahh."
"Yes, baby. Feel me." I murmur, watching her as she absorbs what I'm doing to her. "Look at me. Look how I love you, baby." Her head pops up, she's breathing heavily, our eyes meeting as I continue to devour her.
She's tightening around my fingers, and yanking on my hair. Let me feel you, I say wordlessly, but she hears me, and she comes, her juices pouring into my mouth.
Once she comes down from her high, I lift her into my lap. Her legs wrap around me and pull her as close as I can with her bump in the way. I chuckle when our son gives me a kick to the gut.
"I think I woke him."
"I'd say so." She kisses me gently, and rest her forehead to mine. She doesn't say anything as she stares into me. But she doesn't have too. I know what's she's thinking. She's telling me she loves me, how good I am, and that I will succeed in this being a father business. Her silent faith restores mine. I can do this because of her. With her.
We're a family.
Grabbing my dick, I run it over her folds, letting her adjust into position and slip inside of her. She's still tight from her orgasm and I don't need to move to enjoy her. I kiss her with everything I have, leaving her panting and wanting more.
"I'm going to love, care and protect both of you. With all I have."
"I have no doubt." She whispers, kissing me again, and I lay her down on the mountain of pillows. I hover over her, my arms on each side keeping me up, as I sink into her slowly. Filling her inch by inch and then doing it again.
Her legs adjust higher on my back and she begs for me to go faster.
My ass tightens as I drive into her harder making her scream. "Shhh…we don't want the house to hear you." I slow down, but it isn't what she wants when she lifts to hips trying to meet my thrusts.
But I don't give in, continuing to move slowly in her, watching her tits bounce and her stomach make little waves. She's bitting on her hand, trying to keep the volume of her moans down.
"Ana…"
"Mmmm?"
"You look so fucking beautiful carrying my child. Telling everyone you're mine." I grunt out with each thrust. "All. mine."
"Yes, baby, yours." She cries, tears welling in her eyes, from her building orgasm.
"One day, I'm going to call you, Mrs. Grey. Would you like that?"
"Oh, god," she screams and detonates around me. Her pussy clamping me down and I can't move.
"Shit baby, I'm on lockdown." I joke, relishing in her squeezing me. I'm so damn close, it hurts. She loosens just enough where I can stroke again. One time is all I need before I'm calling her name and coming deep inside her.
The door bangs open and a deep laughter echoes into the room, which could only belong to my brother. I pull myself out of Ana and flop to the bed, quickly covering her with the blanket.
"Get the fuck out, Elliot."
"Why? I thought this was a free show. I heard the screaming advertisements down the hall. I have to say, little bro, I'm proud."
"Elliot, fuck off," I growl, wanting to find something to throw at his head.
"Well, I think you two have been doing that enough for everyone today."
Ana sinks lower into the bed, hiding her face in my chest. But if she gets any lower...
"What is all the commotion…oh my lord!" my mother shrieks, eyes wide, as she gets a good look at me and Ana. She quickly covers her eyes and turns her body to the hall. "Christian Grey. You know better. Now both of you get dressed."
"Mom, it's not like Ana isn't pregnant. Like you know they do this." Elliot tries to defend, but this is his damn fault.
"Not In this house they don't. They both know the rules."
"Mom, I'm sorry, but Elliot's right...oomph." Ana elbows me in the stomach, hard. "Geez, woman! You have pointy elbows." I rub
"Shut up, Christian. Don't dig the hole."
"What? Like really what do you expect we'll be doing when we move out in two months? She's carrying your grandchild and I happen to love her. I mean is what we were doing really that bad of a thing?"
Ana groans, and puts her head in her hands. Yeah, she's going to kill me later.
"Young man, there are rules for a reason. We will talk when you come downstairs. Just be lucky your dad isn't home." And with that, she scurries off.
"This is your fault, Elliot. You could've kept your mouth shut. Or fucking knocked."
Elliot tosses up his hands, laughing like a good damn hyena. "I'm sorry man, I wasn't expecting it since you have your own rooms. Maybe you should just put a ring on it, they wouldn't care if you were married."
"Just go away, Elliot."
Present Time
I'm pulled out of my trip down memory lane when my bedroom door flies open. Elliot barging into my room without knocking, per usual.
"So, why the hell am I being recruited to help hang flowers in the boathouse on my Saturday? Like what kind of crap is mom up to now? Is this some charity shit I missed the memo on?"
I've only told my dad and grandfather my plans to ask Ana to marry me tomorrow. I didn't want to take a risk of Elliot or Danny spilling the beans to Kate or Maddy. I don't think those two could keep their mouth shuts if they were out drinking with Ana.
"It's not for mom. It's for me." I tell him bluntly.
"For you?" he snorts, "okay, so what did you wrong with Ana? It must be big if you got to do a boathouse full of flowers."
"I did nothing wrong, asshole. I'm proposing."
"What? Really?"
"Yeah."
"Finally. Shit dude. Let me see the ring. I don't think I'll believe that you're doing it till I see it."
I pull the ring out of my bag and toss it to him. He opens it up and nods his head in approval before closing it back up."I really can't believe you're just now asking her." Elliot rolls her eyes, handing me back the ring.
"I know, I know. Ana and I have heard it enough. I get it. I'm late. But I'm doing it now."
"I'm surprised you're doing it here. I figured you would whisk her off to Paris or some shit."
"I could, but then she would see it coming. I want her to be surprised and around everyone she loves and cares about. It's perfect. Plus, I can't think of a better gift."
"Aww…" He mocks, batting his eyes, trying to look all doe-eyed. But he can't control his laughter. "You're going to make me cry, dude."
"Shut up, fucker." I shove him hard enough to make him stumble backward. "I bet when your ass finally asks Kate-"
"Oh, no, no, no." He waves his hands around wildly cutting me off in a panic. "Not yet." He states. "I'm keeping my balls out of her purse for a while longer. Neither one of us is in a rush…"
"But when you get there, and you do something mushy as shit, remember this conversation, ass."
"Yo," Danny hollers from the door. With a beer in his hand, "I didn't know we were having the party up here. Oh, and there's a huge floral delivery truck downstairs. What's Grace up to? Temporary funeral home or something?"
"No!" Elliot snickers. "Chrissy boy here is finally putting a ring on the finger of that hot babe he's been attached to with his dick for years." Elliot chortles and I punch him in the arm.
"About fucking time."
"Yeah, yeah." I wave off.
I fucking get it.
"Does that mean you'll finally tell the media about you guys? I don't know how Ana deals with those people trying to hook you up with different women every week."
"She ignores it, but she knows the truth. You know trusts me."
"I get Ana is cool, but come on. I mean, look at the google alert I got this morning. It's alluded that you're dating some smoking hot Russian model or some shit." Danny pulls out his phone and starts typing something before handing it to me.
I roll my eyes at the image and headline in front of me.
I'm at the Mile High Club having lunch with Vera Lovrov. Both our hands are on the table, not touching, and at the time the photo was clicked, we both seem to be laughing.
The headline reads: 'Christian Grey has a cozy dinner with model Vera Lovrov!'
They got one thing right, she was at one time a model. However, it wasn't dinner, it was lunch, and Vera now runs a successful wedding planning business in Seattle.
Ana had gushed about how talented she was and how bakeries, florists, and so on, line up for her before anyone else. I have a feeling it has to do with her flirting and looks, but I wasn't going to complain how she got things done because I needed six different color roses by the hundreds, wildflowers, lights, and someone to put it up for today, and fast. Which is why I also needed dad, Elliot, and Danny to help speed up the process.
I only hope Ana doesn't see this article tonight because it's going to blow my whole proposal. She'll either know it's coming or think I'm cheating. Knowing Ana, she'll no doubt think the former.
"Vera was helping me with getting things I need for the boathouse. Ana tends to ignore this stuff. I mean, they see me with female clients and with Ana. They always assume I'm dating the client."
"You two are the worst at keeping your PDA at a minimal, I don't know how anyone, especially the media misses it." Danny yanks his phone away from me. "Like just tell them, then they'll move on."
"It's not about not wanting to tell them, but I don't need to have a target on Ana and especially Teddy's back. If they want to get to me, they do it by hurting them. It's not a risk I want and I like our privacy. How they're not catching it is beyond me, but we're' better about where we kiss in public now. Plus, it always helps one of our best friends, father's runs one of the top media companies."
"I guess, but you're going to have to come clean soon."
"We will," I dismiss him. I'm hoping till after the honeymoon, so we don't have to worry about being followed around till the wedding.
"Come on and let's get this show on the road. I want to be drunk before the sun goes down." Elliot clasps my shoulder and pushes me to the stairs.
"But before we get started, where's the Tedster? I got him this cool remote-control car..." Danny says as we make our way down to the living room.
"Don't you mean, you bought yourself a cool remote control and Teddy is your excuse to play with it?" I roll my eyes, knowing he uses Teddy to have an excuse to play with some sort of electric toy.
"No, I got one for me too. God, I thought you knew me."
It's now after eleven, and I'm now downing my third shot in three minutes. I'm not drowning myself because I want to get trashed, but I'm freaking out about tomorrow and want the chance to sleep. I know there's no question of her saying yes, it's just after putting it off for so long, it needs to be perfect. Keep my promise of blowing her away.
Maybe I should've taken her to Paris.
I mean roses for my Rose.
Lame, it's lame.
I reach for the fourth shot and Elliot stops me. "Dude, take a breather."
"That's rich coming from you." I snort, considering he's been pounding shots like water since we finished with the boathouse hours ago. But I listen anyway. "I just want to be able to sleep tonight and not end up doing it the second she walks in the door. Or wonder if she'll hate it."
"You're kidding right?" Danny barks, "like you just ruined it for every guy out there. I mean Elliot is screwed if he ever asks Kate. Your dad is screwed if he ever has to say he's sorry. Teddy is screwed if his girlfriend ever finds out what you did. And plus, it's Ana, you could have asked her while doing it and she would have yes." He throws back his shot and slams it down.
"Yeah, but Kate, Maddie and even her friend at work have been bugging her about it. Like it didn't matter- I mean it did because I never wanted her to doubt I wasn't going to. But like what if she's really expecting my wow proposal to be like under a waterfall or the Eiffel Tower?"
I reach for the shot again, and down it, letting the whiskey burn my throat.
"Bro, you get all worked up when your drunk. Just chill. You managed to plan this whole thing behind her back. The hardest part is hoping Teddy says nothing to her."
"Or sees that photo of you with that hottie," Danny adds, and I through a coaster at his head.
"Thanks. Way to relax my ass dude." I slouch into the couch and hold my head. "Now that I really think about it she might kill me for lying about it…."
"Well, if she gets angry at you now, at least you have plenty of flowers to say you're sorry." Elliot hoots. I'm so glad they think they're funny tonight.
Elliot's laughter is silenced when the front door opens and closes. My head turns to see Ana, Kate, and Maddie walking in. My eyes widen frantically when I notice Ana sniffing a pink rose. I'm on my feet so fast, I'm not sure how I manage to not fall over, my last four shots now hitting me all at once.
"Baby," I scoop her around the waist and kiss the side of her neck.
"Happy to see me?" She giggles and bats me away playfully with the rose.
"Always. So um- where did you get the rose from?" I blurt, the alcohol clearly not letting me smooth. Behind me I can hear one of the guys moans at me.
She squints at me curiously, and her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her lips. "You know, some guy at the bar said I was pretty and gave it to me."
"Excuse me? What?" I growl, and my blood is pumping like a raging river through my veins. Good news, she hasn't seen the boat house, but "what fucker is giving my wife a rose?"
Fuck, did I just call her my wife?
Though, Ana doesn't seem to blink at my words.
"Oh shit," Elliot groans and puts a hand on my shoulder pulling me back, "relax. This is why I didn't want you guzzling the shots because you have no chill. She's fucking with you." He grits out between his teeth. "Even I know that and she's not even my girlfriend." He releases me, and moves to give Ana a hug, and says goodnight, before grabbing Kate's hand and vacating.
When I look behind me I notice Maddie and Danny have done the same.
Some friends.
"You sure know how to clear a room, Grey." She crosses her arm and raises her eyebrows at me.
"Yeah, but really, where did you get the rose?"
"I found it in the driveway along with a bunch of stems. I guess the gardener dropped them. Though, I didn't know your parents had pink rose bushes."
"They're new." I stumble out my lie. Elliot is right. I really have no chill when I'm drunk. "They knew they were you're favorite."
"Hmm." Her lips pinch together, and I know she doesn't believe it.
"Ana…"
"Did you really believe I would let some other guy give me flowers?"
I shrug, not having an answer because I have no clue right now what to think.
"I guess you're pretty drunk, huh? If you can't see through my smart mouth."
"I might be." I scratch the back of my neck nervously, "Teddy went to bed later than usual and I played catch up. I'll be fine, after some water…"
"I sure hope so," She walks up to me, the smell of her apple shampoo and the rose waft through the air. Grabbing my belt buckle, she yanks me to her, her lips dangerously close to mine.
"Your wife has plans for her husband. So, you'll need to be conscious."
"I'll be conscious, sober maybe not." Taking her hand, I pull her up the stairs, forgoing the water.
After a quick shower, my head feels much clearer. Now, we're lying in bed naked in an intense make-out session, her hand working up and down my shaft.
"I feel like we're going to get in trouble because the door is closed," Ana whispers, throwing her leg on mine, her thumb now brushing over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. Her erect nipples poking me in the chest.
"Well, I think we can keep the noise down. But we could always sneak away outside. Maybe go for a swim?"
"Rain check? Because I don't want you to drown and I really don't want to move from this bed.." She purrs thrusting her hips into me, while her non busy hand claws at my scalp, and then yanks on my hair. "I mean, it's has been so long since we made love in here."
"Yeah, because last time we got caught. To be honest, I'm still scarred."
"Well, we don't have too." She starts to move away from and I grab her leg to hold her down.
"But it's a risk I'm willing to take though. As long as Elliot stays away in the morning...we should be fine."
"Hopefully, because my plan is to suck and ride your dick till you beg for mercy…" She rolls on top of me and straddles my lap, sliding onto my dick.
Yeah, it's safe to say this will turn out to be the best birthday ever.