The word 'Sorry' is not enough to say how bad I feel for not updating these one shots. However I will finish and that is my word. So here it is chapter 10.

Remember they may not make sense if read all together. The only similarity they have is Ana's pregnancy. So 'special events' are in random order.

Thanks for sticking with it!

I don't own these characters I'm just having some fun with them.

I wake with a start from my horrible dream. Running my hands over my face towards my hair I pull slightly, trying to erase the horrible images I have running in my head, but unfortunately they're too vivid.

My heart pounds at a furious pace feeling like it's going to come out of my chest. My hands feel clammy, my throat feels dry, and my breathing is quick. I need water.

What made me dream of this shit? What is wrong with me? Before getting out of bed, I turn to my side and lay a gentle kiss on Ana's forehead, whispering an "I love you" to her and I do the same on her growing belly, and quickly walk out of our bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen, as I try to process my dream.

"Fuck do I need water." I whisper to myself while I try to erase the vivid nightmare I had. It's been a while since I've dram anything, so why now?

I don't know how long I've been sitting at the breakfast bar, looking at the untouched glass of water like if it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen.

Minutes go by and I still haven't moved, until I hear Ana clearing her throat, which snaps me out of the staring contest I have with the glass of water.

"What's wrong Christian?" Ana asks me in a worried tone, and I begin to feel like a bigger ass for making her worry.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to worry you." I speak turning towards her so I can gauge her expression.

Cupping my face with her delicate hands she smiles that gorgeous smile.

"Baby I always worry about you." She says kissing my cheek softly, "Talk to me, what's wrong?" she says imploring me with her eyes.

"I had a nightmare." Fuck, do I sound like a pussy. Clearing my throat I say a little louder, "I had a nightmare. It was about you and the baby." I say shaking my head to clear that very vivid nightmare out of my mind.

"What was it about?"

Where am I? "Ana?" I call, but get no reply.

"Ana, where are you?" I call once again, but the white smoke is too thick to see anything. I begin to fan my hand in front of me to clear some of the smoke, but it's useless. I begin to panic and I can feel my heart twist with worry. "Ana if you can hear me say something, anything, just let me know you're okay!" I drop to my knees after what feels like seconds when I still get no response and close my eyes.

"Where are you?" I say in defeat and as I open my eyes the foggy white smoke is gone, but in its place is a long hallway with white walls which lead to a dark mahogany color door. "What is going on?" I ask myself.

"Christian." I stand and begin to run towards the sound of her voice. But the more I run the further back the door moves.

"Christian, where are you?" I feel the anger bubble in me when I still can't reach the door. It just keeps moving back with every step I take.

"Ana baby, I'm on my way. Don't move I'll be there, just stay where you are." I yell, while I begin to run, but the door keeps moving further and further away.

I feel my legs shake and sweat dripping from my forehead. I stop when I have no more strength in me, "Where the hell am I?" I scream and grip my hair, suddenly the room begins to spin. It's slow at first, but it quickly changes going faster and faster. I can still hear Ana's voice calling for me, but I can't move or say anything. I feel like my entire being is placed in a small box that just gets smaller and smaller. I can't breathe, move, or speak. I feel trapped.

Suddenly, everything stops. The hallway is no longer spinning and the walls are no longer there. There's just the mahogany door. I eye it suspiciously before I attempt to walk towards it, but it hasn't moved when I reach it.

Taking a deep breath I turn the knob and the door slowly swings open.

Peeking my head through the now open door The Sound comes into view and I'm suddenly standing on the middle of the drive way of our home.

Relieve washes over me when I see Ana standing on the front porch with our son in hand.

"Christian what took you so long?" Ana chastises me from where she stands.

"I'm here now, baby. And trust me when I say you're not leaving my site." I smile at her before I take a quick glance behind me.

"Christian?" I hear Ana call my name and when I look up at her, I see her eyes have widened. Fear over takes me and I run towards her scared voice.

Just as my feet touch the first step of the front porch, I see a black shadow hold onto Ana's waist and pulls her inside the house slamming the front door with such force I feel a dust of wind hit my face.

"ANA!" I scream pounding on the door, while I rattle the door knob with my other hand in an attempt to force it open, but it's no use. I can hear her screams and my son's cry from inside the house, and I feel powerless to help them. I have no control.

"Christian, look at me." Ana speaks cradling my face with both her hands. "It was a dream baby, that's all it was." She says giving me a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Ana it felt so real." I speak pulling her between my legs by her waist. "Baby it really felt like I'd lost you." I shake my head trying to rid myself of the vivid images still running in my head.

"Christian, you know that would never happen." She says with such finality in her tone of voice, I smile a small smile for the first time since this horrid nightmare occurred.

"How can you be so sure?" I ask, maybe because I need the reassurance, or maybe it's because I need to hear her say it, but either way she doesn't disappoint.

She smiles that beautiful smile she reserves only for me and leans forward placing a soft kiss on my cheek, "Because Mr. Grey, you'd never let anything bad happen to me." She kisses my lips, "You always make sure I have Sawyer with me at all times." She kisses down my neck, "You're always informed of my whereabouts." She kisses me once more on my lips, "And because you, Mr. Grey," she purrs as she continues, "are master of my universe." I growl when I see her bite her bottom lip.

Standing I lift my wife by her hips, and sit her on top of the breakfast bar with her leg around my waist.

"God I love it when you call me that." I grunt when I press my harden cock on her pantie clad core.

"You don't say?" she ask with a hot as fuck moan, which nearly has me coming before I've even had her.

"God yes." Bending down I latch myself to her neck and suck greedily, while my hand pulls her panties down her legs.

"Christian," she moans when my hand roams up her legs, over her pregnant six month belly, and comes to a stop at her breasts. "Hard. I want it hard." She says and my heart is on the verge of exploding.

"Damn it Ana," I move my hands as quickly as possible and rid her of her nightgown and throw it over my shoulder, while I rid myself of my sleep pants. "Lay down baby." I say helping her to lay back on the breakfast bar. My eyes greedily scan my wife's beautiful body from head to toe while she's stretched in front of me. Perfection. She's fucken perfection.

"Christian," she moans impatiently. Smiling, I pull her hips forward so her thighs are just over the edge of the counter and A-line my swollen cock with her swollen wet core. Gently I rub my thumb over her clitoris just as I begin to insert my cock.

"Oh God!" she trashes feeling the slight discomfort she feels momentarily. I close my eyes feeling the tightness of my wife's core.

"Fuck Ana," I shake my head while I look down to see our sexy as fuck connection. "This is fucken hot." I say just as I slam into her making her slide up the counter slightly. Grabbing hold of her thighs from the bottom, so my thumbs are resting on her hips, I slide her back towards me.

Picking up the pace, my eyes land on my wife's breasts which sway and move with each thrust I deliver. It's like I'm momentarily hypnotized by them, and my eyes zoom in committing them to memory. How long I've been looking at her breasts, I have no idea, but I'm snapped out of my trance from my wife's scream, "I'm going to come!"

I look down just in time to see her squirt all over my lower abdomen. Grunting, I keep slamming into her with great force, I know she'll be sore in the morning. And just with that thought alone has me coming I can feel my cock being pushed out by the limited space.

I look up at her and I see she's slightly dosing off, but I need more. "Baby, I know you're tired, but I'm going to keep going." I grunt while I continue to slam into her. For a couple of seconds I feel like an asshole, but when I see my wife's hands roam towards her breasts, it evaporates. I look down, when I feel our come drip from Ana's core and lands on my big toe.

I'm branded. Not just by Ana, but by us. Our union. Our love. It's perfection.

"Christian!" she comes shortly before I do.

"Oh fuck, Ana!" I growl and deliver my last blow to her core just as I come with such force my cock is pushed out, literally.

I lay my head between Ana's breasts, careful not to put pressure on her growing belly, while we attempt to bring our breathing under control.

Laying tender kisses over her heart I promise, "I will always keep you safe." I look up at Ana, when I feel a sharp kick coming from our son.

Laughing she answers, "Christian, I know you'll always keep us safe. There are no doubts about it."

"Thank you Ana."

"For what?" she furrows her brows with confusion.

"For making me forget about the nightmare." I shyly smile at her and advert my eyes. She giggles and I look back at her.

"I love you Christian." She says while running her fingers through my head.

"I love you Anastasia." I smile at her and begin to talk to our son, while in the back of my mind I come up with ideas on how I can make sure they're always safe.

What can I say? I am 'The Master' of my family's universe.