A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates, it has been a very busy few days. Would just like to thank you for the reviews so far - keep 'em coming. Will start trying to reply to those that require a response ;-) If i don't, still know that your reviews are read, and appreciated. 82 followers - your awesome!
Please excuse any mistakes in this chapter, i just wanted to get it posted so there will probably be a few. We are having a few drama free chapters before the story starts un-folding some more, hope you enjoy.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.. Ugh. It is 5.50 am, and I am woken by the sound of Christians alarm clock piercing the air. He's forgotten to switch it off. There goes my lie in. A not so perfect start to our family day. I roll over to face him, hoping to catch him reaching for the off switch only to see he is sound asleep still. I sigh in frustration before reaching over him to turn it off myself causing him to stir a little. I lean up on my elbow and just watch him. His lips are slightly parted, his breathing shallow. He has a light dusting of sexy stubble. He's looks peaceful and beyond beautiful. How did I get so lucky? I make a promise to myself to try and behave today. I hate being moody with him, he doesn't deserve it. He treats me like a queen, and for the most of yesterday afternoon and evening all he got in return was my smart mouth. Not today. I lower my lips to his chest and begin my morning ritual of planting little kisses over his scars then head for the bathroom. I do what I need to do, grab my robe to cover my bare flesh and head for the door. I have a plan.
Everyone is still asleep so I have a little time. I switch on the kitchen lights, flick the stereo system on and get to work quickly. I start by making waffle batter while dancing along to 'moves like Jagger'. While its chilling in the fridge I start on a fresh fruit salad - melon, apple, strawberry, orange, mango, a sprinkling of finely chopped mint and a dash of lemon juice. Next I whip some cream then puree some raspberries with powdered sugar for the waffles. I place a tray of bacon under the grill, then start pouring the waffle batter into the waffle press. I finish off by scrambling some eggs and putting some toast in the toaster while bobbing along to 'one more night'.. Done. While I wait for everyone to wake I set the table. It's a beautiful day so I decide it might be nice to have breakfast outside. I pull the blinds and open the concertina style glass wall that opens out to our outdoor table situated in a brick court yard. I cover the table with a yellow table cloth and place a vase of gerbera flowers in the centre, a mixture of bright happy colours.
"Good morning beautiful." Christian wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck.
"Good morning yourself." I moan. I lift my arms up and wrap them around his neck and press my face up to his neck so I can inhale my favourite scent - body wash mixed with freshly laundered clothing and Christian.
"I missed you in bed this morning." his breath tickles my ear as he whispers into it. "I was hoping to get a little sweaty before my shower." his hands move to the sash keeping my robe secure and he tugs gently on one end - effectively opening my robe to reveal my nakedness.
"Now, now Mr Grey," I slap his hands playfully as they slide up to my breasts, "our staff will be joining us soon, and we need to get the children up."
"We've got some time." he murmurs, twisting me round to face him. His eyes taking in every inch of my body. Oh what the heck. I grab his shirt collar and launch myself at him, twisting my body around his, hands weaving through his hair and my tongue forcing his soft lips open. "Not here baby." he groans into my mouth. "come." he pulls my hand and drags me into his study.
He pushes me onto the black leather sofa, then grabbing my ankles, swings me around so that I am lying back with my legs dangling down the front. He drops to his knees and forces my legs open with his palms. "Put your legs over my shoulders baby." he grins. I quickly do as I'm told and lift my legs up and over. He places his hands on either side of my hips, and pulls me closer to him then he buries his head.
"Oh god…." I moan as his tongue paints delicious wet circles. I weave my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, bucking my hips as his mouth creates a frenzy of excitement licking, flicking and blowing. My insides are screaming with desire. Gently he inserts 2 fingers, and moves them in and out excruciatingly slow. It is taking all my control to stop from exploding around his fingers. I slide my hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, cupping them in my hands. I tug and twist my nipples while relishing in my husbands exquisite torture.
"OH SHIT!" a husky voice coughs from the door.
Christian and I freeze and turn towards the voice at the door. I am already beet red.
"WHAT THE FUCK ELLIOT!." Christian yells and I pull the side of my robe up to cover my face and sink further down into the sofa. "EVER HEARD OF FUCKING KNOCKING!
"Sorry bro, I couldn't…fuck, geez ,…..um….." he is standing, mouth hanging, eyes bulging.
"Well don't just fucking stand there are stare, FUCK OFF!." Christian grabs one of the cushions from beside me and sends it flying over to Elliot. He retreats quickly shutting the door behind him.
"He's gone." I risk a peek up at Christian as he slowly pulls the robe down that had been shielding my mortified face.
"Well that was…embarrassing." I squeak.
"Don't be embarrassed baby." shrugging his shoulders, his words trying to erase the flush on my cheeks - unsuccessfully. "you're my wife, we are in our home, Elliot knows better, the fucker should have knocked." his expression changing quickly to annoyance.
A wave of relief suddenly hits me like a rush of hot air and a steady flow of giggles begin to spill from my mouth. Christians eyebrow arches questioningly in amusement and confusion.
"You find this funny Mrs Grey? I'm shocked." he grins.
"I'm sorry babe, I don't find it funny, I was just thinking….well, it was bound to happen sooner or later wasn't it?, with all our risky antics"
"True." he smirks, proud of our active sex life..
"I guess I'm just relieved it was Elliot and not Grace, or Carrick." I screw my face up just thinking how mortifying that situation would be.
"Your okay?" Oh fifty, always thinking about my feelings.
"I'm perfectly fine, embarrassed though, I can only imagine the grief Elliot's going to give us, but I can handle him." Christian lowers him mouth to mine and give me a quick peck. "Come, breakfast will be getting cold." I lift my legs which were still hanging over Christians shoulders and rise to my feet, tying my robe back up as I do.
"We'll finish this later, in a locked room." he grins while pulling me close to him. Reaching up he sweeps a stray lock of hair from my face then cups his hands around the base of my neck. "I love you." he whispers - followed by a tender kiss. "Come." he breaks away leaving me breathless and wanting. "you need to get dressed and I need to kick my brothers ass." he snorts.
Oh god, keep your head up Ana.
I straighten my shoulders and follow Christian out of the door.
My eyes dart furiously around the room taking our visitors in. Gail is standing in the kitchen talking to Grace and Carrick while she adds the finishing touches to the breakfast I had started. Mia is sitting at the breakfast bar bouncing a gurgling Phoebe on her knee. Shit, why is everyone here?
Christian moves towards the kitchen revealing Kate and Elliot standing directly in front of me in the living room. Elliot has obviously recovered from the initial humiliation of interrupting our very intimate moment as his face is now beaming with his usual smugness. I watch horrified as slowly his hands rise then smack together. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP. Oh fuck, could this be anymore embarrassing? Kate's bends over holding her stomach, laughter exploding from her mouth stealing the attention of everybody in the room. Oh my god.
"Quite a show you put on in there." Elliot grins devilishly.
" FUCK UP ELLIOT!" Christian bellows from the kitchen. Elliot ignores him and continues to send shameful claps echoing around the room. I do the only thing I can think of at that moment.
I place one arm across my stomach and lower myself gracefully into a bow. A surge of confidence hits me as I raise myself upright.
"Glad you enjoyed it Elliot, perhaps if you were a little more satisfied and adventurous yourself you wouldn't find what your brother and sister-in-law were doing in the privacy of their own home so enjoyable." he squirms. "now if you'll excuse me." I give Kate an apologetic nod letting her know I meant no ill towards here then dashing up the stairs to dress - leaving everyone else wondering what on earth Elliot had walked in on.
When I make my way back down, dressed in a baby blue sundress and flip flops, everyone is deep in conversation at the outdoor table waiting to eat.
"They are waiting for you Ana." Gail smiles politely from the kitchen.
"Please join us Gail, I did this for us, I wasn't expecting the Greys, but I'd still love for Taylor and yourself to have breakfast with us, I made plenty." I smile.
"That's very thoughtful of you Ana."
"My pleasure, now go get Taylor and I'll take some orange juice out."
While Gail strolls off to collect Taylor from their home above the garage, I fill a tray with glasses and a large jug of orange juice. I make my way very slowly outside - not wanting to drop the heavy tray.
"What's the matter sis, cramp in your legs?" Elliot hoots.
I glare at him, "not that it's any of your business Elliot, but yoga is great for stretching the body, perhaps you could convince Kate to join me for a few sessions." I notice Kate slapping Elliot's thigh, hopefully he'll take the hint to stop with the jokes.
"This looks lovely Ana" Grace breaks the heavy vibe buzzing between Elliot and I.
"Thank you Grace, I'm pleased I made plenty, I wasn't expecting you all." I smile politely hoping my subtle question of why they are here hasn't offended anyone.
"It was a surprise baby." Christian cuts in. "I didn't get around to telling you, I got caught up…." he lifts his clenched fist to his mouth and stifles an uncomfortable cough when he realises where his sentence was heading. He motions for me to take the seat next to him.
I place the tray on the table carefully and walk the long route around the table so I can say good morning to Phoebe who is sitting contentedly on Mia's lap. It is blinding obvious that Mia has been playing dress up with her. Phoebe is wearing her pale pink Ralph Lauren ruffle dress with matching bloomers, white stockings, bright pink sandals adorned with sparkling silver diamantes and a silver headband with a large pink flower situated behind her ear.
"Good morning Princess." I coo, then plant a sloppy kiss on her soft cheek making her flap her chubby arms in excitement. "you look beautiful baby girl, yes you do." I tickle her tummy and am rewarded with a glorious gummy smile. Teddy is sitting on Christians knee, blackberry in hand. He is deep in concentration wearing his stern 'daddy' face.
"Hey little man." I sit down on the empty seat Christian has saved next to him and ruffle Teddy's copper curls.
"Hiiiiiii Mommy." he yells excitedly, never taking his eyes off the phone. "Daddy berry." he lifts the blackberry to his face and examines it closely. "Wow, Teddy, thats an impressive toy you have there." he doesn't answer me, our conversation is over, buttons have proven more interesting than Mom.
"You look beautiful as always," Christian leans over to whisper in my ear. "Thank you for cooking breakfast, Gail had everything planned but you bet her to it." he chuckles.
"Well someone forgot to turn his alarm clock before getting into bed last night." I growl playfully.
"Sorry baby., I was distracted by my incredibly sexy wife." I raise my head and plant a soft, chaste kiss on his mouth. Teddy wiggles free from Christians hold and runs over to Grace, blackberry still in hand. Taylor and Gail are taking seats next to Carrick..
"Dig in." I announce, waving my hand over the impressive spread that Gail has added to.
We all chat freely amongst ourselves while enjoying our breakfast. Gradually there is more conversation than eating - despite the large amount of food remaining.. Kate politely excuses herself from our conversation about baby boutiques and takes Ava inside for a nap in the porta cot she has set up in Phoebes room. I take the opportunity to question Christian about his family 'surprise.
"Sooo." I place an arm around Christians neck and lean my head against his shoulder, "that was a lovely , unexpected family breakfast." he turns his body to face me, a sexy grin painted on his face.
"I invited them last night, Mom and Dad are staying here for a few days."
"Really?" I ask surprised.
"Yes, they are going to be caring for the grandchildren …here." I look into his eyes, confused. "I'm taking you away for a few days, Mommy and Daddy time." he smirks.
"Mr Grey." I swoon. "Alone time, whatever will we do?" I tease, biting my lip suggestively.
Disregarding our company completely he grabs my face and pulls me into a passionate kiss.
"Oi, you two." Elliot booms, "some of us want to keep our breakfast down."
Ignoring Elliot I fling my other arm around his neck and pull Christian closer so our noses and touching slightly. "So, where is my handsome husband taking me?" I ask excitedly.
"Well, I thought we'd go to Vegas."
"Vegas!" I squeal in delight.
"I was planning on taking Mia, Ethan, Kate and Elliot with us, but I'm slowly changing my mind on Elliot." He shoots Elliot a 'watch your mouth' look, it would make most people shrink into their clothes, not Elliot though, it only fuels him.
"Hey sis, I think my little bro prefers your other limbs around his head." he hoots with laughter.
"Fuck off Elliot." Christian tenses up.
"I've got this babe." I grin then give him a quick peck. "Carrick, would be so kind as to pass me the waffles."
Carrick looks at me puzzled, but passes the waffles down. I grab a waffle from the plate and slap it onto the empty plate sitting in front of me. Next I snatch the dairy whip from in front of me, shake it animatedly and send a fountain of cream down to the waffle making sure it's piled up really high.
"Got enough cream there Ana." Elliot laughs.
"Not quite." and I continue to squirt the cream until the can is nearly empty. Christian who is watching me cautiously starts shaking his head, so I give him a sly wink. Next I take the bottle of maple syrup and drizzle it generously over the cream. I look up smiling at my creation, then turn my attention to Elliot, he has his head turned to Grace, who I think is having a few stern words. Christians attention is still solely on me.
"Hey Elliot." I blurt, calmly demanding his attention. He turns his head towards me, eyes widened as he takes note of the waffle now nestled in my hand. With perfect precision I pitch the cream laden waffle over the table and watch as it hurls through the air to hit its target - Elliot. It smacks him right slap bang in the middle of his face - sending splashes of cream and maple syrup flying through the air. I hear Grace gasp as the waffle slowly slides down Elliot's face and drops to the table with a resounding thud.
A deafening silence shadows the courtyard, broken momentarily by Christians deep belly tightening laughter he is quickly joined by Teddy, Grace and Mia. Carrick's eyes cast down to the table as he shakes his head in amusement.
"Oh no you didn't!" a dark hole appears through the thick layer of cream as Elliot finds his voice. I can't help but join in the laughter seeing the white face talking.
My fit of giggles is soon interrupted as a handful of scrambled eggs smacks me on the side of my head. I look to my shoulder and watch as the yellow mush falls and begins to creep down my arm. From the corner of my eye I see that Christians shirt has taken most of the impact, he does not look happy. He flicks the egg to the ground and stands up with enough force to send his chair flying backwards. Oh shit!
"You need to work on your aim BRO." he snarls. In the blink of an eye he snatches the maple syrup and with Olympian strength slams his palms against the bottle sides, sending a fountain of syrup streaming through the air towards Elliot's head. Just as Elliot ducks an unsuspecting Kate skips up unaware to stand behind Elliot - only to be greeted with a shower of stickiness.
None of us hear Gail and Grace excuse themselves with the children making a quick escape into the safety of the house. Carrick and Taylor who are enjoying the show shuffle their chairs back, and with coffees in hand sit back smiling as a full on food fight erupts. Christian, myself and Mia on one side of the table, Kate and Elliot on the other. There is food flying everywhere. Fistfuls of fruit salad, egg, cream, toast, bacon and waffles. We are all laughter and mess. Walking smorgasbords in hysterics. We continue our childish play until there is no food left to throw, leaving us breathless, sticky and exhausted.
A high spirited Christian bounces to my side and wraps his mucky arms around my waist then mischievously licks a smear of raspberry puree from my cheek.
"We have quite a mess to clean up here Mr Grey."
"We do indeed." he moans into my neck, licking and sucking the cream and syrup from my neck.
"You kids go clean yourselves up." Taylor chuckles from behind. "I'll get the team on this."
"Thank you Taylor." I giggle.
"Mia, you can take the downstairs bathroom, Kate and Elliot yous can use the en suite in the guestroom." Christian orders. "but PLEASE wipe your feet before walking into the house, that cream fluff cost a fucking fortune." he growls.
He turns his attention back to me just in time to catch me rolling my eyes. He shakes his head and gives me a devilish grin.
"Oh Ana, Ana, Ana." he mumbles.