Chp10 Armistice of Seattle

Bob drops us off at the gate to our flight home, we took the full thirty days. Although the last week was more pre-marriage counseling than anger management. Anna was mad at me refusing to allow her to drive the ATV to the mainland seal colony up the coast, yesterday. But it's the only time I got to drive the whole thirty days. I brought a lunch, and four condoms. I screw up and was frustrated I needed six. Well, I was frustrated, Anna was happy to experiment different 69 positions, she seems positively wicked discussing how to earn our mile-high merit badge, my overachieving teacher pet.

I limp with the brace now, I think after the next thirty days, baring infection, I'll be thru with it. Anna is mischievous, as we claim our seat. This time I put her near the window. She crawls over me. I cuddle into her, feeling her pre-flight jitters. We get a blanket from the stewardess, as the rest of the passengers pass by. We just enjoy our touches and quiet time. After the planes been airborne, the privacy screen raised, I play magic fingers. Anna has to bit her new Alaska Rivera sweat jacket, as the orgasm takes her.

Later she sneaks under the blanket and sucks me to paradise, while I bite on her sweat jacket. The saliva and teeth marks are very telling. I hope the crew doesn't notice. Anna cuddles to me. As midnight sun chase to night over the San Juan's. We marvel and dread the Seattle skyline. Soon dawn will herald are arrival. I arrange a meeting at Escala, a breakfast gathering of family and friends. Anna arranged for her father and couple of his goons to join us. It will be a hell of a party or riot. We're just not sure which. Whatever we get it not going to change what we did, or how we did it. Because today is about us, only us. Later down the road we'll work on the Families.

Taylor meets our plane, A little stunned at us, the happily in love couple. He has a thousand questions to which I give him none. My instruction to Welch better be carried out. The playroom is gone. Converted into a real game room, with pinball, and arcade games. Anna is addicted to Mortal Combat and car racing arcade games. After her ATV wagon time, I'm not surprised. There is space for her three Pachinko games, Ray bought while assigned in Korea. Or her table top shuffle board game, she salvaged from a 1920 speak-easy down in Gray Harbor.

My playroom goodies are in a locked box in our closet. Just some lite kinky fuckery fun. I plan on a house on the Sound as soon as one pops up. Anna is transfer up to WSU Seattle above 520-freeway. The world is set to implode in one hour. I left strict instructions no one arrives before the appointed hour. the flight was early, so I plan on some pre-confrontation stress relieve. Anna agrees, as I lead her to our bedroom. We may go long, but hell they can wait.

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I walk out our bedroom a freshly shower, fucked, and eager man to slaughter. I enjoy the stunned looks of everyone here. Good the grey's and Steele's are behaving. I take a glass of champagne and sniff it, waiting for the signal. My phone vibrates in my back pockets. The time of slaughter is at hand.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to my home, I am pleased to welcome you here to this wondrous dawn of my life. It's been a long painful journey, with much reflection on my sin's and error's in life. I have come to several conclusions: first I have let an evil woman, mislead me, manipulate and damage my relationships with my family and friends. Second, I allowed myself to be delusional about my life, and lifestyle to the point it nearly destroyed my life. Third, that I can never overcome my past without help, from friends (I nod to them), from family (I nod to them) a most importantly from my wife! (I sweep my arm with champagne flute towards our bedroom as Anna walks out.) I hand her the Flute and grab another. "My wife Anastasia Rose Steele-Trevelyan Grey!" I pronounce with glee and passion. We toast each other to the stunned silence and gaping mouths.

Kissing her is the sweetest revenge on the families. I watch as my parents are stunned, as the Grand's go wild. Elliot and Kate are sitting on the couch, having staggered backward to it. Mia is jumping up and down and kissing her CPO. I'll have to look into that. Ray Steele and company are caught between happiness and fury. But they'll soon come around. Anna is a glowing beacon of happiness and love. Jason and Taylor are flabbergasted by us, are morning deception. Andrea and Barney are kissing and making out like, well us. Roz is cradling her daughter with Gwen's bouncing like Mia. We walk about the room, hugging and kissing, greeting and apologizing.

"We're having a large formal wedding ceremony in two months. Jason is best man, Elliot is groomsman." I say

"Kate, your maid, Mia's bridesmaid, Gail is honored guest. Daddy your walking me down the aisle. Anything else" Anna ask

"Can Luke, I mean Sawyer be a groomsman too." Mia ask. I look at her shocked and wanting to fire him, but I see a new girl in front of me. I'm not the only on grown up this past month. "Ok, Mia" she bounces even high with energy, God I love my hyperactive sister.

Later after the crowd leaves. We stand arm in arm looking out to the Sound as the night ships work their way by. The Ferris wheel spins and traffic weaves strange light show about the stilling Seattle-scape. I hold her tight, as our journey into the future will be bumpy and potholed, strife and a joy. But always together. always together. She leans back and teases my freshly shave chin, "I like the beard better, pirate captain Chris." I sway her to the soft music playing in the background, Rachmaninov Piano ConcertoNo.4 op.40 in G minor "I love you any way I can have you Mrs. Grey"

The end.