Kate: Ana? Are you there?

Ana: YES! Hi!

Kate: ARE YOU GUYS OK?

Ana: We're fine.

Kate: WHAT HAPPENED? All I heard from Elliott is that you and Christian got into a car accident, but Grace won't let us come visit.

Ana: She wanted us to rest yesterday. You can come anytime today!

Kate: You still haven't told me what happened...

Ana: I don't even know.

Kate: What do you mean you don't know?

Ana: Will tell you live when I see you.

Kate: ANA!

Ana: Promise!

Kate: K. Elliott has some work to do, but we'll swing by after lunch, ok?

Ana: Sounds splendid. Can't wait to see you! :)

Kate: Same! Love you. Laters. 3

Ana: Love you, too. Laters. x

I close the top of my Macbook down and look over at Christian who is sitting on the edge of the other bed working away on his laptop. The bandage on his head was changed this morning into a smaller piece of gauze just above his right eyebrow. His hair is messy as if we just had sex. My insides start to warm and my inner goddess is jumping up and down pleading like a kid who wants candy.

"Yes, Mrs. Grey?" I jump, startled by Christian's voice.

"Nothing. Just looking."

"At?" He looks up from his laptop and closes it. He makes his way towards my bed.

"You." He reaches me and kisses my hair. "Why are you working on a Sunday?"

"Why not? Do you have other plans for me?" He asks innocently as the corner of his lips start to curve into a smile.

"I don't think I'm allowed to do these other plans right now."

"And why not? I will not allow anyone to stop my wife from doing what or whom she wants." He stares into my eyes. My insides are yearning for his touch.

"Christian! We're at a hospital."

"So? Why do you think we have private room if we can't fuck in it?"

I giggle. "You're so naughty, Mr. Grey."

"You have no idea, Mrs. Grey." Slowly he traces his finger along my neck and down my collar bone.

"I think I have someidea." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, but you still have so much more to learn, baby."

"More?" My voice squeaks.

"Oh yes, Ana. Much more." His finger trails back to my neck and down my shoulder.

*AHEM*

We both jump at our sudden interruption and look at the door. Taylor is standing there with a basket in his hand. "Taylor!" I exclaim, happy to see that he is safe and sound.

"Hello, Mrs. Grey. Mr. Grey." Christian nods at him. I hate that he's so cold towards Taylor sometimes. "Gail thought you may be hungry so she asked me to bring some food over." He looks down at the basket he is carrying.

"That's so thoughtful of her! And she is right, I'm starving!" He walks over to the bed and places the basket on the table that is at the foot of my bed. I climb to the edge of the bed and start pulling out the contents from the basket. Christian is still quiet.

"Again, I am sorry about letting the accident happen."

"You should be." Christian says coldly. I glare at him, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Don't be silly, Taylor. Like you said, it was an accident. You didn't intend on it happening either. And besides it was partially my fault for driving so fast on the highway. Or else you would've caught up to us. We're fine and don't blame you at all. Do we, Christian?" I stare at my husband, hoping he will give a satisfactory answer.

"No. We don't." He finally says and I am relieved at his answer.

"See! Don't be so hard on yourself, Taylor."

"Thank you, Mrs. Grey." And Taylor's shoulders slump back a bit and I can sense he's a bit more relaxed. Poor guy. Working for Christian must be so difficult.

"So did we find out anymore information about what happened?" Christian inquires.

"Welch is still looking into it, but nothing new since yesterday."

"Christian, maybe it was really just an accident. Maybe they were scared and drove off because they didn't want to deal with the repercussions." I say hopefully.

"Not likely, Mrs. Grey." Taylor spoke up. "It seemed too calculated. They knew where you were going. They knew that we weren't close. They hit you twice before jumping onto the highway. And they seemed to know their escape route very well."

"Oh." My face falls. Who would want to hurt us though? Jack Hyde's not longer an issue. Could it be Mrs. Robinson? Or Mr. Lincoln? My head starts to hurt again and I slowly rub my temples with my thumb and middle finger.

"You ok, baby?" Christian leans to me and kisses my hair.

"I'm fine." I smile. "Just hungry."

"Good. Then let's eat." He looks over at Taylor. "That will be all. Thank you Taylor."

"And please thank Mrs. Jones for us as well!" I chime in.

"Will do, Mrs. Grey. Mr. Grey." And with that Taylor leaves the room.

"I really wish you wouldn't be so curt with him." I saw softly to Christian.

"I know, but I can't help it that he let you get in danger." He starts shaking his head. "If anything would've happened to you..."

"But nothing did! I'm fine. In one piece. So please give him a break. It's not like he wanted this to happen either, Christian. He looks so miserable. Just promise you'll end it here. No more grumpy pants, ok?" He laughs.

"Grumpy pants? Well I don't believe I've ever heard that before, Mrs. Grey. New phrase in the SIP Editor's encyclopedia?" He says sarcastically.

"I thought you said the sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, Mr. Grey?" I roll my eyes at him.

"Another eye roll, Mrs. Grey?"

"What are you going to do about it, Grey?" I challenge.

"Oh, you'll see. Later though. Right now, you need to eat." I'm already looking forward to later.

"I swear your life is like a movie, Steele." Kate exclaims as she plops down on my bed.

"It has been an interesting half year, hasn't it?" I laugh.

"Interesting would be mundane compared to you." She laughs back. "I'm just glad you're safe, Ana. Elliott scared the hell out of me when he told me that you were in the hospital. Again!"

"Ha. Who would've thought that moving to Seattle would change my life so drastically. Our lives." I take her hand in mine.

Kate sighs. "I know. I can't believe that we're actually going to be sisters!" She giggles and squeezes my hand back.

"Oh no! Your gift!" I gasp.

"What are you talking about?" She looks at me perplexed.

"We were at the mall yesterday to get you and Elliott an engagement present."

"Oh, Ana. You mean all this could've been avoided if you weren't getting us a gift."

"This couldn't have been avoided either way, Kate." I assure her. "If this crazy person didn't get us this time, it would've been another. Trust me."

"I guess. But I still feel that this is partially my fault."

"Don't you even go there. I've had a hard enough time convincing Christian that this isn't hisfault. I don't have enough energy to convince you too!" I throw my free hand up in the air and Kate laughs.

"So then what'd you get us?"

"I can't tell you, it's a surprise. But I hope it's still in tact." I recall the sales person wrapping it rather carefully, I just hope the impact of the crash didn't damage them. I change the subject. "Have you started wedding planning yet?"

"Elliott and I started looking at venues, but Grace is adamant that we have the ceremony in their backyard."

"I think that's a wonderful idea! It will be a Grey tradition!" Kate giggles. "And maybe for Mia and Ethan...? How areMia and Ethan?" I ask.

Kate rolls her eyes. "Their relationship is like a roller coaster! One minute they're crazy in love, the next minute they're fighting to the death. It's like..."

"Christian and I." I can't help but laugh freely. Kate joins me.

"Exactly! So I guess in the end it works."

"And what is so funny?" Elliott grins as he and Christian enter the room.

"Nothing." I say nonchalantly, looking at Kate so she knows that I don't want her repeating what I just said.

"Nothing." She agrees. Elliott and Christian have walked on opposites of the bed, each reaching their significant other. Elliott places his arm around Kate's shoulder and pulls her close. Christian kisses me on the forehead. I grin at the sight around me. Christian and Elliott poking fun at each other. Kate is utterly smitten with her new fiance. And I am head over heels in love with my husband. And our secret Little Blip. This is my life, and I couldn't be happier.

The rest of the afternoon is exhausting. After Kate and Elliott leave, Grace and Carrick come in to check on us. Followed by Mia and Ethan who stop by just before dinner looking completely in smitten with each other. I noticed that they were always finding a reason to touch or be near each other. Christian looked uncomfortable while I thought they were adorable. I also think my husband is adorable for being such an overprotective older brother.

Our night didn't end there though. After dinner, I called Ray quickly to let him know what had happened. I downplayed it so that he wouldn't worry. Then, I spent a good twenty minutes trying to convince my mom not to get on a plane to fly to Seattle to be with me. Thankfully I won that battle and she reluctantly agreed that it would make more sense to just come for Thanksgiving. Thank God.

I plop down on the bed and close my eyes. "You ok, baby?" Christian's voice interrupts my thoughts. He has resumed his spot from this morning on the other bed, on his laptop. I look over at him.

"Yes, I'm ok. Just tired. It's been a long day."

"Constant visitors will do that to a person. Why do you think I've chosen to be under the radar most times."

"I thought it was because you had so many secrets, Mr. Grey." I grin mischievously.

"You, Mrs. Grey, are my best kept secret." He closes his laptop, gets up and walks towards me not breaking eye contact. "My secret sex fiend." I sigh as I take in his scent. Even in a hospital gown he looks delicious.

"I want you, Christian." I whisper.

"And I you, Anastasia." His voice is husky and his eyes are dark, gray and sexy. He takes his blackberry off the bedside table and makes a call. "Mrs. Grey and I don't want to be disturbed tonight. Yes. That's fine. Send Sawyer, you should rest. You too." He puts his phone back on the table and walks over to the door to close it shut.

"Here?" I ask bashfully.

"Don't get all innocent on me now, Ana. You've been provoking me all day." He strips off the thin piece of cloth, throws it on the other bed and starts walking towards me with just his boxer briefs. My inner goddess is doing somersaults off the hospital bed. My groin starts to quiver. "Unless you're trying to tell me that you don't want it." My eyes widen and I pout. "That's what I thought." He says slyly.

I sit up on the bed anticipating his touch. "Let's get this off, shall we?" He inches in closer tugs at my gown. I nod in agreeance. He gently pulls it over my head and I am once again naked in front of my husband. "You are so beautiful, Anastasia." He groans and wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tugs gently tilting my neck back. Then, he kisses me chastely on the lips. His hands start to wander around my body and my sex starts to throb. I want him. I need him.

Christian climbs up on the bed and soon he is on top of me. He takes the bedsheet and covers us in a tent like manner. "In the rare case that someone walks in." He winks. My Fifty, winking! I smile at him, but not being able to contain myself much longer, reach my hands around his neck and pull him into a long and passionate kiss. My tongue is dancing with his and my hands are fisting his hair. "What do you want, Ana?" He covers my neck with soft kisses.

"You, Christian. Always, you." I moan as my hands wander around him. I can't believe that a mere few months ago I wasn't able to touch this glorious body. I moan again as I feel him pressed against my sex. Magnificent, engorged, him.