AN: Hey guys, Thank you so much for the kind reviews...I will try to incorporate more between Ana and Christian...but I don't want to go too fast...because then I feel like their relationship is never actually built properly. Please keep reading. I am hoping you will all enjoy this story, as much as I do...I have a lot planned out...especially for their pasts. As for Christian knowing that Ana was a virgin...it will happen...when you least expect it..I guess? But, it will be different.

CPOV

By the time, I had gotten ready, thrown on a fresh white button down and black jeans, my nerves were on high alert. It suddenly appeared with me that I had never had dinner with a girl before, much less a wife. Sure, I had had sex with women, but those were usually the classy women who were found in high end bars that I owned and therefore, dinner was not really an option before fucking. Besides, dinner was always something that meant more for me, much like kissing. Dinner was...intimate, domestic, in a good way. Sometimes, dinner was the only time I would bond with my family. Usually, I was alone, like I usually was and tried to ignore everyone around me, living in an isolated and emotionless cage. So, having dinner with my wife who I had not even known for 24 hours suddenly scared the crap out of me. Maybe it was for being the asshole that I was, but I wanted to be the perfect gentleman for her. For Anastasia Steele, the assertive business woman. For Ana Grey, my wife.

When I went downstairs, into the Kitchen, I received a very welcomed surprise. Ana was in a black dress. Her hair was done in a fishtail braid and she was cooking, or she was making something at least.

"You are cooking?" the question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

She looked up, there was a happy glint in her eyes, and I realized before, when she had been looking down, her face was calm. An expression that I had never seen on her so far. Maybe, cooking was her relief?

"I am baking something. What were you doing up there Romeo? It took you 2 hours to get ready?" My jaw dropped open and I was pretty sure, my eyes were bulging. 2 hours? That's how long I was ranting at myself up there? Freaking out over a dinner? Damn.

"Uhmm...it was ...man stuff" Man stuff? What was I? A teenager?

"Man stuff?" She laughed. As cheesy as it may sound, it may have been the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard any one have, but I doubted that it showed often. She didn't seem like the person who would always be happy go cheery. But, then I registered what she had just questioned and I was thoroughly mortified. I could feel the tips of my ears burning.

"Anyways...what are you baking then?"

"That is for me to know and you to find out...Dinner's ready...where do you want to take it?"

"We can take it to the terrace or to the dining room"

"Terrace it is." With that, she turned around and grabbed a silver dome covered platter and then turned around and told me to grab the utensils that we would need.

"Ana, I swear this is the best Lasagna that I have ever had. Thank you." And it truly was. It was so good that I would have married it, but I was married to the person who made it, which was not necessarily a bad thing, in food terms.

"Thank you Christian" She gave me a small smile, but she seemed proud of herself, almost as if she was insecure that it would taste like shit.

"Do you cook often. Do you enjoy cooking?"

She looked down at her plate and frowned. Her hand was gripping her fork so tightly that it was almost turning white. She squeezed her eyes shut and her lips were pursed. She looked up at me again. She gave me a small smile again, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"No...um, I don't cook often...it's personal. But, I used to enjoy cooking and I think I am starting to again." used? Now, I was almost sure that something happened to her. And, I wanted to know what that was. I wanted to know everything about her. But, I could tell that she was uncomfortable with the topic. So, for the first time, I thought it was a good time to change the topic.

"Did anyone call you about the wedding, now that we have publicized that you are my wife?" Saying the word wife was still awkward for me. It was like the one word that you can never spell correctly. It made you uncomfortable.

Her face hardened and she replied with a tight no. I couldn't help but wonder why. "Did anyone call you or bother you in any sense."

"Not yet. But that is because I have turned the blocking mode on my phone. I am sure that I am going to die tomorrow when I turn my phone on. My sister Mia, she is going to talk the living fuck out of my ear. '." Mia. For Mia, I would do anything.

"It must be nice having siblings who care about you." She gave me a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I nodded. I stared at her, trying to fit the puzzles together, puzzles that made up Anastasia Steele. She seemed to blush under my stare. A beautiful red blooming up from her chest to the tip of her ears.

"Umm...would you like desert now Christian?"

"Yes please. Where did you leave it? I'll go grab it?"

APOV

When christian left to go get the chocolate cake I made...I looked down at my plate remembering when he asked me if anyone would call. As much of a bother it would have been...I wish there was someone who cared. Someone who cared that I had gotten married on a whim. Someone who would tell me that it is going to be ok. Somene that would talk the crap out of my ear like Christian said that Mia would.

I could feel myself tearing up, but I forced the tears back into my eyes. I would not cry. I refuse to.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when Christian came back into the terrace. "It smells really good Anastasia."

I give him a small smile. I couldn't bring myself to smile. Chocolate cake brought back some of my good memories. They always made everything better when I was a small child which was why I had made it today...hoping for some better days.

"It's chocolate cake...I hope its good"

"Ana, if this tastes half as good as it smells, it would be amazing. And, chocolate cake is my favorite." He said like a small child who just discovered he had a surprise Birthday Party. I wondered if he had a proper childhood. He was an...enigma and there was something about him...

He moaned. Oh god, his moans was amazing. Steele! get it together. You can't drool over your husband!

"Ana...this tastes fantastic." I took a bite of my own, accidentally smudging some chocolate on my lips. After I had licked that part of my lip off, I look straight to see Christian staring at the spot where the chocolate had been, his mouth parted slightly. He gripped his fork tightly.

Oh god

AN: Hey guys, I tried to make it longer, and I am trying to update as quickly as possible. Please please don't give up on me. I know this is going a bit slow...but those are the ones that are good right? Please review...If you give me ideas...I'll always try to incorporate them. please review!