Christian's POV:
I wake in the early hours of the morning. Ana has her back to me as I hold her in my arms. I haven't been to sleep yet, my mind is racing a million miles an hour. Not only do I have a long day ahead of me but, I also have everything else riddling in my brain of what we found out yesterday.
What the hell were they thinking of using us for some publicity stunt?
Not to mention taking Sam down along the way. How much of their lies and deception caused Sam to go off the rails to the point of attacking Ana?
If they didn't help fill her head with lies could everything been stopped?
Ana and I talked for a little while last night before we dozed off and came up with a great idea of how to take these three down.
They used the media against us, we'll we will just return the favor.
I look at the clock on the night stand and see it reads seven a.m. I nuzzle my face into Ana's hair, breathing her in, before I slip out of bed slowly.
There's something I need to take care of before I can start what I hope will be the perfect day. I slip on a pair of jeans and a shirt and make my way out of the room, leaving Ana sleeping, in a peaceful slumber.
I wander to the sixth floor and knock on room number 612. After countless knocks, the door opens, and on the other side is Alec. He's still in his PJ bottoms, his hair is a mess from I'm sure just being woken up.
"Christian." He says surprised. "Come in…"
I walk in the room, my blood is pumping, because just looking at him is sending me into a blind rage.
"Listen, I'm sorry. It was never meant for anyone to get hurt. It was just a stunt. No one saw -"
I cut him off with my fist to his face.
Alec falls to the ground, he's holding his hand over his eye, from where I slugged him. I don't want to hear his lame excuses.
"Christian, I know you're mad-"
"MAD? Oh, I'm beyond fucking mad. I can't even find the right words to described how utterly pissed and betrayed I feel. I considered you a fucking friend. You at the end of the day could have ended what was going on. You didn't have to agree to this fucking charade. You put Ana's life in danger. For what? Dollar signs? Publicity I never fucking wanted? I'm sure you know you're fucking fired. And I hope you know karma will be coming back and biting you in the fucking ass. I hope it was fucking worth it."
I really want to punch him again. I step forward like I'm going to attack again, which makes him cower in fear.
Pathetic asshole.
I turn around and leave the room. Just being in his presence at this moment just makes me sick. I have better things to do today.
I make it back to the suite and Ana is awake sitting up in bed with the sheet around her naked body.
"Where did you run off to?"
"I had to take care of something." I tell her nonchalantly.
"Would that something be Alec?" Ana arches her eyebrow at me.
"Maybe." I say brushing it off.
"What did you do?"
I sigh, resigned to the fact that she's not going to let it go. "I punched him. Once. He's lucky that's all I did."
"OK." She says and shrugs her shoulders.
"OK? That's all you're going to say?"
"Yep. I should be glad you didn't try to kill him. Now can we order breakfast, we're starving." Ana rubs her still flat belly.
"We'll we will have to fix that." I grin and crawl up to her on the bed to kiss her belly.
Just like that the conversation was dropped. There's no point on dwelling on it, especially today. Today I'm gonna make this woman the most happiest on earth.
"We're going on a helicopter ride?" Ana gleams at me.
"Yeah, I thought the real thing would be better than those simulated ones from the film." I tell her as I brush her hair back.
"Much better. Thank you." She leans up and kisses my lips. I would love to deepen it, but our helicopter pilot comes over and starts giving us directions for the flight.
Ana I get in the back of the yellow Eurocopter and place our cans over our ears. As we take off into the sky, Ana stares out the window with a huge smile on her face. It's so great to see after everything that has happened lately that she's still smiling.
Right now, all the drama of our lives has been put on hold till we get back to LA. Although, everything is already in motion for some payback. It helps that Ana knows a lot of people that can help make an impact.
We soar along the Thames experiencing some of the city's greatest landmarks. The Shard, Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace and St Paul's Cathedral. The views are absolutely amazing from this height.
Once we finish the helicopter ride, we get in the town car and we go on a Private London Duck Tour, which will take us on land and water. Afterwards, we head to Westminster Abbey and the Tower of London for a tour. We also have a quick visit of the Tower Bridge, where Ana got a little woozy from the glass floor. We left shortly after. Ana kept going on how she was worried the glass would break and we would fall to our untimely deaths.
My little drama queen.
The sun is now starting to go down and I have one more thing planned for tonight.
"I'm hungry and exhausted." Ana tells me, resting her head on my shoulder as we drive to the next stop. "Do you think we can do the rest next time we come?"
"Just one more thing for tonight, dinner is waiting for us and we don't have to do any more walking."
"Good, because my feet are killing me."
We arrive at the London Eye and enter the reserved Pod, that I had all set up for us tonight.
There's a table with white linens, tea candles, glasses for our nonalcoholic champagne, and Ana's favorite meal, Chicken Parmesan with Spaghetti.
"Wow. This is amazing." She smiles brightly at me.
"I thought you might like this. Dinner, relaxing, all while looking at the view."
"Perfect…" She reaches up and kisses me as we start to move.
We sit down, so we can eat. She really must have been hungry because she eats every last bite on her plate, and totally skipped any conversation.
"That was delicious." She tells me, sitting back in her chair, rubbing her stomach. "I think I'm gonna having a food baby, especially if I keep eating this way."
"Well, as long as our food baby looks like you." I lean over and kiss her. "Come…" I reach out my hand for her to take and we stand up. I guide her over to the window of the Pod so we can look at the view. Right now we are stopped at the top. I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her.
"This has been the best day. It's been a long time since I felt almost normal. Nobody following us around, well, I'm sure Taylor and Miquel were hiding out somewhere." Ana quips
She's right there. We still have to be careful, but luckily, they weren't noticeable.
"I'm glad. I wanted nothing more than the perfect day for you. I had this planned out before we left New York."
She looks up at me shocked. "Really?"
"Really. Don't act so surprised. We haven't really had any time, just to be us. I do have somewhere else I want to take you too. But, it depends on your answer."
I unwrap myself from her and go to stand in front of her.
"My answer?" She looks puzzled.
"Yes, your answer- to my question." I get down on one knee and she gasps, her hands covering her mouth in surprise.
I pull out the ring from my back pocket, that I made sure was stashed away under the table here, by Miquel, who helped set up everything here tonight. I needed to make sure it was in safe hands. I knew if I carried it around all day, I wouldn't have been able to wait to ask her.
"Anastasia Steele, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the only one for me. The first time we touched it was like our souls came together as one. Our kisses before we even got together were electrifying. They only got better and more intense when we officially got together. Being with you has made me a better person, I can't go on living my life without you. You're who I want forever with. So, my question is, Ana, my love, will you marry me?"
"Yes, god yes." She screams, practically jumping up and down.
I slip the ring on her finger, stand back up, and wrap her in my arms into a tight hug. My lips find hers and we're lost in a sea of ecstasy. "I love you, babe. So, much." I tell her between our kisses.
"I love you too." She pulls away slightly, her breathing heavy, as she rest her head on my forehead. "I really want to make love to you right now." She looks over to her left at the large windows that surround us. "So, my question is now, how fast can you get us back to the hotel?"
"I'm on it." I quickly pull out my phone to call Taylor, and make sure they let us out when we get to the bottom.
"We're getting married." She says kissing me again.
"We're getting married."
Ana's POV
"You ready for this?" Christian asks me as we pull up to his childhood home.
"As, I'll ever be." I smile over at him.
"They're going to be over the moon. Especially when we tell them about the baby. God knows my brother isn't ever going to settle down." He leans over the console and gives me a quick kiss before getting out.
He walks over to my door and opens it for me. He takes my hand and helps me out of the car.
Here we go.
Christian opens the front door and walks into the house. "Hello?" He shouts as we walk through the foyer. From around the corner his mother and father appear.
"Christian! It's so good to have you home." The immaculate blonde hair woman says before gathering Christian into her arms.
"It's good to be home." He tells her, hugging her back. She backs away and looks at me.
"Anastasia." She smiles greeting me, while his father shakes Christian's hand. "I've heard so much about you. Well, over the last couple of days. But, the way my son goes on about you. I feel like I already know you. It's finally nice to meet you."
"The same here, Mrs. Grey."
"Call me, Grace." I'm taken aback when she wraps me into a hug. "Welcome to the family," She tells me in my ear. She pulls back, "I want to hear all about how my son asked you to marry him. He wouldn't give me any details."
Christian called his family to tell them the news of our engagement, just in case the paps spotted my ring before we had the chance to get here.
I look over at Christian who is rolling his eyes. "Now, Gracie, let them be." His father says, he puts out his hand. "It's nice to meet you hun, I'm Carrick, why don't we move this into the living room. Elliot and Mia are waiting for us."
We move to the living room, Christian's hand on my lower back. Once we get into the room, a raven-haired girl, who I know is Mia leaps off the couch and comes over to us.
"Oh, my god. I can't believe you're really here. I'm like your biggest fan." She gushes and wraps me in her arms. "And we're going to be sisters." She all but squeals in my ear.
"Mia!" Christian exclaims, "She doesn't need you screaming in her ear."
"Sorry." the sixteen-year-old pouts.
"It's ok, Mia. I'm looking forward to having a sister too." I tell her. That turned her pout into a smile.
"I'm Elliot, the hotter, better brother." He winks at me, and Christian hits him in the arm.
"I think you confused yourself with Christian." I playfully wink back at him with a smile. Elliot laughs.
"Alright, Alright. I see how it is. But, honestly it's great to meet you." He gives me a quick hug.
The housekeeper comes around with glasses of champagne. Christian takes one off the tray, I pass.
"Can we get you something else to drink Ana? Wine, maybe?" Grace asks me.
"No, I'm good. Thank you though" I tell her.
"Actually, besides our engagement we have something else to tell you." Christian starts, smiling down at me. "Ana and I are also having a baby."
"Damn, bro. You waste no time." Elliot says before walking over to Christian and giving him a brotherly hug. "Congrats."
"I gain a sister and I'm becoming an Aunt." Mia gets up and hugs me again.
I look over at his mom and dad, his mom has silent tears running down her face and his father is rubbing her back.
"Mom?" Christian asks, almost considered by her silence. "You ok?"
She nods her head, and wipes her tears, "I'm so happy." She sniffs and finally comes over to hug Christian. When she's done hugging Christian, she embraces me in another hug. "Fair warning, I'm a spoiler." she tells me honestly and I laugh.
So, that's where Christian gets it from.
Once we get the congratulations out of the way and attend to dinner, I have to wonder what I was worried about. Christian's family is absolutely amazing and welcoming.
We talk about possible plans for the wedding, and I couldn't even picture where to start. Or even the when. I guess it all depends if we get married before the baby or after. I have a feeling Christian is going to want to do it before the baby.
"Ana, can I talk to you for a minute?" Grace asks me.
I look over at Christian who is busy talking to his dad and brother. "Sure." She leads me outside to the balcony.
"I just wanted to tell you how happy I am about you and Christian. I know I don't know much about you, or much about your relationship. But, I could tell there was a change in my son when we would talk on the phone. Seeing him now, I don't think I've ever seen him this happy. Not when he got his first modeling job, or role in a movie. And most of all, he was never like this with Sam."
"Well, he makes me pretty happy too. More than happy." I really don't want to go into detail with his mother. None of it's PG.
"I can tell. I know what happened with Sam in London. I always felt something was a little off with her. Granted, I liked her enough. I used to think they would get married." My stomach turns at the thought "To be frank, it was I was really hoping to see my boys settled and happy. Life is too short and well, I wanted grandbabies." She laughs. "I'm sorry. It's just I was so blind and didn't see how miserable he was with her. I only wish I saw it and said something. And I wish he felt better about telling me about your relationship in the beginning. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm really glad that you two are together."
"Thank you, Grace." She pulls me into another hug. I don't think I've ever been hugged so much in one day.
"If you want any help with the wedding or the baby, just let me know."
"I will. Thank you."
It would be nice to have some motherly input when it comes to a wedding, not to mention tips on how to handle a baby. I think I'll need all the help I can get. I have no plans to hire a nanny, well not till their a lot older, and still bring them with me on set.
"Come let's get back inside. I can tell by the way Christian keeps looking at you, he misses you." She grins with a slight chuckle.
I catch Christian's eyes in the window and smile at him. I just kind of drool over him for a moment, those piercing gray eyes and that wavy copper hair, that needs to be trimmed, and his five o'clock shadow on his face.
Is it possible to fall in love all over again?
Or maybe those are just the pregnancy hormones.
The night finally dwindles down and Christian and I make our way to his childhood bedroom. Grace insisted that we stay here tonight, and get brunch in the morning.
"So, this is where it all started?" I ask as I admire his bedroom. The boxing and movie posters on his wall.
"You could say that." He comes around me and wraps his arms around me.
"I told you, you had nothing to worry about. They loved you." He tells me as he kisses the inside of my neck.
"You were right." I spin around in his arms and kiss him soundly.
"When do you want to get married?" He asks me, his lips still dangerously close to mine. How am I supposed to think when all I can think about him kissing me? I want to bite his lip.
So, I do.
"Hey…" he chuckles. He moves his head back from mine, when I release his lip.
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself." I giggle.
"Oh yeah..." He picks me up in his arms and throws me onto the bed. I bounce slightly on the mattress and Christian crawls on top of me.
"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." He jokes and takes my bottom lip between his teeth.
"Now- I want you to answer my question…." He asks as he nibbles gently on my earlobe.
"When do you want to get married? I would like to just jet off somewhere and make you all mine for the rest of my life, right now."
"I bet you would. I don't know maybe we can wait a little bit. I would like to be married before we have the baby. I'm sure my grandmother would be rolling over in her grave if I had a baby out of wedlock." I grin.
I miss my grandmother, and wish she was here to witness all this. I'm pretty sure she would of adored Christian.
Christian rolls onto his side and props himself on his elbow, as his finger traces my stomach.
"Maybe we can run off to Fuji. When I was a kid I always dreamed of a beach wedding. Then we wouldn't have to travel for a honeymoon, because we would already be there." I tell him. I know my face is lighting up like a Christmas Tree.
"I like that… let's say May 10th? That should give us plenty of time to honeymoon before the first round of premieres."
"Works for me…"
"Anastasia Grey" He purrs in my ear.
I wonder if this is the time to tell him I will more than likely hyphenate my name…. No I think I'll wait.