I wasn't going to write a sequel but we changed our minds, this won't get updated as quickly as the first part of the story. Co Written with Diamond Child.

Chapter 1

Kids ages
CJ- 3 and a half
Teddy-10
Phoebe-7

May 2021

Ana Pov:

We are sitting around the dinner table in Bellevue, our once a month gathering that we have so everyone can get together. Our lives are so busy it's hard to get together as much as we used to. However, tonight Carrick is working late for some big case, and Mia, Ethan and her kids are missing from tonight's dinner. I have to say it's a lot more quiet affair without Mia around.

Christian is bouncing CJ on his knee and trying to get him to eat his broccoli which he his flat out refusing. CJ is the most picking eater, he might look just like Christian, but in no way does he share his father's eating habits.

"Oh, Christian, I ran into Abigail Spencer at the hospital today, you remember her she was the valedictorian when you graduated she is now deputy head of cardiology. She mentioned that she was running you high school reunion. She mentioned that you haven't RSVP'd yet."

Christian scoffs, "That's because I'm not going. I threw it in the trash right where it belongs." He says as he tries to turn CJ's broccoli into a train, so he'll eat it.

It doesn't work and it crashes right into his closed lips. I grin watching them, knowing Christian's tactics aren't going to work.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

He looks at me and raises his eyebrow at me, "Because I didn't see a point of going?" He asks more as a question then a statement.

"You made me go to mine." I cross my arms and huff.

"And lessons were learned. Main reason why I will never find myself at one of those again. Plus, mostly everyone will just want to try to brown nose me. I get that enough at work. Plus, if I didn't want to see those people in the last twenty years, why would I now?" Christian says, trying to blow off the topic. Now switching the broccoli from a train to a plane.

"No, daddy!" CJ shakes his head putting his hand up to stop the impending broccoli into his mouth. I think Christian sometimes forgets that CJ is growing out of 'playing' with his food.

"You need to eat!" Christian says sternly

"No. I don't like green things!"

"What color do you like then?"

"White!" CJ states matter of factly. I look up and notice Teddy and Phoebe giggling.

"White?"

"Uh-huh. Because Sugar is white, icing is sometimes white. Those are yummy!"

Christian catches on to Teddy and Phoebe's laughter and throws them both a look. I have a feeling there behind CJ's favorite food color.

"Rice is white…" he states.

"No, it's brown."

He kind of does have a point since we never eat white rice.

"I give up!" He picks CJ off his lap and puts him on mine. "Since he has your food habits, you feed him. And you two." He points to Teddy and Phoebe, "stop influencing him." He shakes his head.

"Elliot made us." Teddy states looking over at his uncle.

"Oh, no! That wasn't me." Elliot holds up his hands. "Nice try, Theodore." Elliot messes his hair.

"I think we should go to your reunion." I tell him, as CJ takes a bite of carrot from my hands. Christian rolls his eyes, and I don't know if it was my suggestion of the reunion or CJ eating for me.

"I really have no intrest of re-living the so called glory days." he says petulantly.

"Oh, come on Christian." Elliot starts. "I had a blast at mine. Mingling with everyone I used to hang out with. Most of my friends-" He stops talking…"Yeah I can see why you wouldn't go. Nobody did like your ass in high school."

"Shut it, Lelliot!" Christian snarls.

Oh, yes. How could I forget that my husband was a brawler back in the day. I mean if I look at him now, he's even more of a puppy dog now then when I first met him. Time sure does have a way of changing people. Not to mention that witch of a woman stripped away a time in his life, that was supposed to be meaningful.

Christian's POV

"Oh, look what I stumbled upon." My mother's voice comes back into the dining room.

When did she leave the room?

She's holding a black and blue covered book and I can make out it say Class of 2001.

Freakin' A- She pulled out my damn yearbook.

"Do you kids want to see your daddy from his high school days?" She asks Teddy and Phoebe, sitting in the middle of them, as they nod their heads.

"No, they don't." I gripe.

"I do too." CJ interjects.

"Mother, really?!" I exclaim.

My mom gives my a look like 'yes, I am your mother and I can embrace you whenever I can.'

Teddy snatches the yearbook from my mom and starts flipping the pages; until he stops at what I guess is my photo.

"Christian Trevelyan Grey " "Opportunities don't happen. You create them."- Chris Grosser" wow dad I didn't know you were so philosophical," Teddy commented.

I hated that quote, Elena had found the slip in my backpack and she written the quote down. At the time I didn't have the courage to change it.

"Co-captain of the rowing team, French club, Kickboxing club, Ap economic, Ap math, Ap English, Ap business studies," I hear Teddy continue.

"C, I forgot how much of a weirdo you were in high school," Elliot joked.

I growl at him, kicking him under the table. "I can't help that you only belonged to the international player's club."

"Daddy, what's that? Like baseball?" Elliot's daughter Ava asks while going to stand next to Phoebe to enjoy my most awkward times in life.

"You could say it was a sport. I did play with a stick." Elliot says more to me, since Ava is now ignoring him. Kate smacks Elliot in the back of the head.

"Babe, you're going to give me whiplash." Elliot says while rubbing his head.

"You be glad that's all I'm giving you." Kate smirks.

"Hey, your the number one player of this stick." Elliot says softly to Kate, and I unfortunately heard every word.

"I'm not going to be playing with it tonight." She huffs, rolling her eyes at him.

I see Ana get up, with CJ in her arms and goes to stand behind Teddy and Phoebe.

"I think your daddy was cute. I like seeing pre - billionaire Christian. I would say the pre-egotistical days, but I'd be lying to myself." Ana looks at me and grins.

"What's ego-tis-tical?" CJ asks, having a hard time pronouncing the word.

"It's your father in a nutshell. you'll see his face in the dictionary next to the word." Elliot tells him.

"And if you look up dumbass, you'll see Elliot's." I retort back.

"Boys that's enough."My mom says. "You're not in high school anymore, so act like it." My mother glares at both of us. We both sink back into our chairs, feeling like little kids again, getting put in time out. How does her glare still have that effect on us?

"Wow, dad is that you?" Teddy,e pointing at a black and white photo of me sitting at the French table at the international fair the school through every year. I was wearing a beret with a striped shirt, Mia was sitting behind me with a large smile of her 13 year old face.

"You look like a dork." Phoebe says, surprising me, giggling her little head off.

"Ok, enough of this walk down memory lane, it's getting late. I think it's time to go home," I say, standing up from the table, my chair scratching across the wood floor.

I see Ana rolling her eyes at me. She'll pay for that later.

"Grammy, can we take this home. I wanna show it to my friends."Phoebe says.

"I don't see why not. It is your father's."

"Then I say let's burn it." I retort.

"Christian! These are memories." My mom starts.

"Yes, memories I would like to forget." I say firmly. It's not the days I want to keep alive.

"Daddy? Why didn't anybody sign your yearbook. Weren't you popular?" Teddy asks, finally get to the last pages of the book.

"Popular?" Elliot laughs under his breath.

"I got my book late." I answer. I'm not in the mood to tell my kids, that there dad had no friends and lived like a hermit. "Go get your stuff. We need to go, you all have school in the morning."

"I want to show my teacher. Ms. Grant is always going on how cute you are daddy." Phoebe says innocently. My stomach does a belly flop. Ms. Grant, makes my skin crawl. She's predatory and has no respect for my marriage. I look up at Ana and she's fluttering her eyes, annoyed, I'm sure thinking the same thing. Ana can't stand her either.

"No, the book stays home." Ana says firmly. "Family only."

"Can I at least show Belle?" Phoebe asks. Belle is her best friend from school.

"I don't see a problem with that. But, daddy is right. Let's get home."

Teddy stands up and tucks that damn yearbook under his arm. I'll have to make sure it gets 'misplaced' after the kids go to bed tonight.

"I really think we should go to the reunion," Ana says to me her head on top of my chest and her fingers dance along my stomach. She has me at my weakness moment, post orgasm.

"Really, because yours turned out so well?" I roll my eyes.

"Didn't it though? I mean Sawyer found his husband, I have three good friends in Alice, Madison, and not to mention Jensen who lives 100 feet away," she reminds me.

"Okay, but I don't see that happening this time around," I say weakly. "Nobody, actually wants to be my "friend," they see opportunity."

"I think we need to go and show everyone just how rich and successful you have become," she says, kissing down my jaw, her finger now tracing along the head of cock. Which becomes hard under her touch. "And I'm not talking about your money."

"Our money…" I growl.

Damn her, she knows just how to play me.

I really don't want to go, but she knows I'll do anything for her. I guess there's a part of me, that does want to show off. Even though everyone already knows how well I turned out. Especially, in my personal life, I think most people would think I would die alone, brooding.

"Fine, if I agree, I want you to help me fulfill one high school fantasy I always had." I say as I grab her waist and pull her on top of me, so she straddles my hips.

"And what is that Mr. Grey?" she purrs.

"Having sex under the bleachers," I say, waiting for her reaction, as I fondle her tits, and put one of her nipples in my mouth.

"I think that can be arranged," she replies, as she sinks down on top of my dick.

Oh we are so going to this reunion, now, Fuck YES.