Epilogue-Stormy Eyes
I rub my overly swollen belly as I look out over Puget Sound, my hair blowing softly in the wind and the smell of the salty water a calming effect over my tired, achy limbs. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the beach chair only to be disturbed by the sound of my husband and children's laughter.
I smile as I look over my shoulder, glancing at the love of my life chasing around our five year old and two three year olds as they squeal and giggle, their tiny bare feet making imprints in the warm sand.
"Mama! Mama!" my little boy calls out to me, running towards me as his father wraps his brothers in his arms and clutches them to his chest as they all come towards me.
"Mama!" my husband's mini-me calls as he climbs on my lap and places his tiny chubby hands on my round belly. "Baby sissy," he says, looking up at me with his pretty bluish-gray eyes and an innocent smile.
I grab him and kiss his cheek multiple times and brush his auburn-brown hair back from his head. "That's right, Chris, that's your baby sister," I tell him as I rub my belly.
He gazes up at me with curious eyes. "How did sissy get there?"
I smile down at him and then look over at Christian as he sits down in the chair next to me, the twins playing in the sand at his feet. "Your son just asked me how Amelia got into my stomach," I inform him.
I grin at him as he leans over and pulls Chris from my lap and sits him down on his leg. This isn't the first time Chris has asked the question, and each time he asks me and Christian alternate turns, giving him the same answer. I watch amused as Christian slowly explains to him how he gives me a special hug that only mommy's and daddy's can give, and then daddy gives mommy a tiny baby that daddy puts into her stomach. Chris stares up at his father, fascinated by what he's hearing, but our little boy is too smart for his own good and I'm not sure if he really believes a word of it. He just likes to be told stories.
"And that's how your baby sister got into mommy's belly," Christian finishes and then places Chris on the sand. "Now go and play before we go inside for lunch and then nap time."
"Okay, Daddy," Chris says running on his tiny legs towards the water.
"Chris, stay close to the shore! Don't go too far into the water!"
"Okay, Daddy!"
"Daddy, we wants to go plays with Chris," Teddy says, tugging on Christian's swim shorts. I smile fondly as he and Liam look up at their father with pleading eyes. Sometimes I can't believe that they're my babies. They gotten so big and I already know they're going to be tall. We all call them the sneaky snakes because they are constantly into things, helping each other as they sneak into the cookie jar or throw the baby powder everywhere in the bathroom. They of course look just like Christian, just like Christopher does, but instead of Chris's bluish-grey eyes and auburn-brown hair, the twins have dark gray eyes and honey brown hair. Christian's hoping that Amelia looks exactly like me down to the almost imperceptible freckles on my nose, but I love that my kids look like their daddy.
"All right, but be careful and don't go into the water, okay?" Christian tells them, leaning down to wipe the sand of their backs.
"Okay, Daddy," they say in unison and waddle on little legs towards their older brother.
Christian falls back into the chair with a loud sigh and I chuckle at him.
"You wanted all boys, remember?"
He groans. "I didn't know they would be so rambunctious. I hope our daughter will be able to ground them," he remarks. Opening his eyes he turns and gazes at me affectionately, placing his large hand on top of my belly. "How is our little girl?"
"She's sleeping . . . or she was," I laugh. "She loves her daddy; she always starts moving when you're near."
He winks at me. "I seem to have that effect on women."
I roll my eyes at him as he laughs and then try to pull myself up. "How about you stop laughing and help me up, your daughter must think my bladder is a soccer ball."
He chuckles as he stands up, walks to stand in front of me, holds out his hands and pulls me up when I put my hands in his. I groan when I feel the pain in my back shoot down my legs. "I'm gonna go pee and see what Gail has made for lunch. Have fun getting them in," I tease, knowing that the boys would live outside forever if we allowed them to.
"Seriously, Ana," he mumbles.
I laugh as I waddle towards the house, slightly peeing on myself as I climb the steps to the deck.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Grey?" Luke asks as he comes out of the house and grabs my elbow to help me inside.
"I'm just as good as I was twenty minutes ago, Luke," I murmur.
Everyone's been a little overbearing since we found out I was pregnant again. With the complications with the birth of the twins, Christian was adamant about not having another baby for at least four or five years. But being that Christian and I are rarely able to keep our hands off each other and that he has some super sperm, I found I was pregnant not even three years later after teddy and Liam were born. So far the pregnancy hasn't been too difficult, but the hemorrhoids have been a real son of a bitch, and don't even get me started on the gas. Christian said that he never knew a woman could produce such a horrid smell. He learned his lesson not to insult things I cannot control when he found himself sleeping on the couch, but then he said he would've slept there anyways because I was suffocating him. He's a bigger baby then his sons sometimes.
"And for the last time, Luke, it's Ana." I glance at him, my brow raised daring him to contradict me, and I'm rewarded with a small smile. I grin at him and then shoo him away as I go to the bathroom. When I come out, I turn down the hallway leading to my and Christian's bedroom but a new picture hanging on the wall catches my eye.
It's of me and Christian, the same day we saw each other again at SIP after our one night stand. After we left SIP he took me to his place and we talked for what seemed like hours. We told each other what we had been doing in those five months we were apart and then we told each other what we want to be doing for the rest of our lives. And the whole time we were talking I couldn't find the strength to turn away from his eyes, those gorgeous mesmerizing eyes. They were a shade of a gray I had never seen, and they reminded me of a summer's day thunderstorm. Oddly enough it was the stormy look of his eyes that made me feel most calm and safe.
After we talked and had given each other important details about ourselves and our baby, we spent the rest of the day making love, stopping only a few times to eat and shower, only to fall into bed with each other again. That morning I was woken up with the surprise of Christian's parents stopping by, wanting to take him out for breakfast. Christian thought it was the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other; I felt differently but decided to go anyway. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. His parents were surprised to meet me, even more surprised to find out I was giving them their first grandchild. But after the shock wore off they were undoubtedly ecstatic and immediately welcomed me into their family.
It was a unanimous decision to skip having breakfast that morning and Grace wanted to have a big dinner instead. When the time for the dinner came around, we drove to his parents' house and the second we walked inside both Christian and I were passed around, being congratulated and me being welcomed into the family. It was very overwhelming but the feeling of love that poured out from people I didn't even know trumped that feeling.
Dinner was amazing and Christian and I were asked many, many questions, questions that still make my head spin now when I think about it, but they were all in good nature. Thankfully later that evening when Christian and I were able to find a little time to ourselves he took me to his parents' library and he just held me. Then he hummed the tune to that song he played on the piano that first night we ever made love. We danced to it while I stared into his beautiful stormy eyes, getting lost and yet feeling like I was found.
I hadn't realized anyone saw us let alone had taken a picture of us. I guess I was so caught up in Christian nothing else but him and me mattered.
My eyes shift to the picture of my parents holding the twins a few days after they were born. Carla and Ray never really got along, so it was nice to see them acting civil to each for the first time since I can remember. Looking at that picture reminds me that they'll be coming soon, as well as the Grey's to celebrate the fourth.
I look to the right of the picture of me and Christian and grin at the photo of me and Christian standing next to Kate and Elliot after Kate gave birth to her baby girl, Ava. Neither Christian nor I were surprised when Kate and Elliot announced they were pregnant two years ago. They rival us when it comes to the bedroom, but since Christian and I have four kids, it's safe to say we're still in the lead. Above the picture of us with baby Ava is the picture of us at Kate and Elliot's wedding, only five months after Ava was born. I smile, I still have very fond memories of that day, and all but two of them have to do with Christian.
"What are you looking at, baby?" Christian's voice startles me. He stands behind me and wraps his arms over my shoulders as we stand in front the wall of photographs.
I point to the photo of us in his parents' library. "This picture. I didn't even know it existed."
"Oh, yeah. Grandpa Theo took that, he gave it to me a few weeks ago and I just remembered to get it framed and hung only a few days ago."
"I love it," I whisper, as I stare fascinated at it.
"I love you," he says lowly in my ear. Turning me around in his arms he stares down at me, his eyes shining down at me. "I will always love you."
"I love you, too, Christian. I'll never stop."
He leans down and gently kisses me, his hands caressing my back and his love pouring out of him and washing over me. "Gail and Luke are watching the kids and will put them down for a nap," he murmurs against my mouth. "How about we have a little time to ourselves?"
I smirk up at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my round belly into his flat one. Five years since I met the man and he still doesn't have an ounce of fat on him. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?"
I squeal as he effortlessly picks me up bridal style and carries me to our bedroom. Kicking the door open then closed behind him, he walks over to the California King bed, deposits me on the mattress and gazes lovingly down at me. He pushes me flat onto my back and begins to undress me and then himself. I crawl more up the bed and he leans over me, his eyes darker, heated by his desire.
He kisses me softly as he spreads my legs apart with his, and settles in between my thighs, mindful of my belly.
I stare up at him as he stares down at me. I whisper, "I love you." He groans as if pained by my words and then plunges inside me, immediately losing himself in me as I lose myself in him.
He pushes me higher and higher, until I'm falling, unrestrained and spent. And I'm completely lost, no destination in mind and no idea where I've been. But when I open my eyes and look into the eyes of a man I had no choice but to love, I smile, feeling content and sated. I feel like I've found a place I belong, a place I never knew existed and a place I never want to leave.
A place in those stormy eyes.
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