A/N: Hey! So, I'm still here. First year of university has officially finished already (wow) meaning that I should have more time to write, when I'm not looking after my new puppy! Sorry I took so long with this chapter. I have to admit it would have been posted sooner but I was distracted by Outlander which I recommend everyone to watch and read because it's absolutely fantastic, especially Jamie Fraser… Anyway, here it is! I'm not completely happy but I felt the need to get something out since it's been months so its quite short. Everything Fifty Shades related belongs to E. L. James.

My breath gets caught in my throat when I look up. A table is placed under a gazebo and fairy lights glimmer in the dark, enlightening the whole secluded area and stood in front of it, stands the most beautiful man that I have ever seen. My husband.

Christian.

My body betrays me and reacts instantaneously to his presence; my heart seems to race in my chest and I blush under his gaze. He's stood in front of me, not too close, but I can see the clench of his jaw, the faint flicker of his eyelids. It's only been a few days, but I can feel my body yearn for him, yearn for his affection, for his love.

The fact that he's dressed in a well-fitted suit and white shirt also doesn't help.

"Ana." His voice is husky yet oh so strong.

"Christian." My voice cracks slightly. Way to go, Stee- Grey. Great, what a way to start that conversation off strong Ana.

"You look… beautiful." I try to suck in my stomach but just like earlier, it doesn't seem to work.

"Thank you." I reply quietly and my hand unconsciously drifts towards the rings on my left hand and then upwards to the newest addition to my jewellery box. More of his money, pointlessly wasted on me. Just like the dress I happen to be wearing. "I should also thank you for the dress, Kate made me buy it and I only had the card you gave me. I'm sorry, I should have asked you first but it was so last minute I didn't know that we were having a family dinner until earlier and I panicked, I'm just, just ugh sorry." Rambling. I'm rambling, another strong show there. Come on, get a hold of yourself for god's sake.

"Our money. I've told you hundreds of times Anastasia. Don't worry about spending money, and that dress was worth every penny that you spent for it. Use that card to buy anything you need. Food, clothes, stuff for our baby"

I take a sharp intake of breath. Our baby. He said 'our baby', not just 'the baby'.

"About that- "

"We don't need to talk about it now Anastasia. Let's just wait for a bit." He walks towards me and reaches for my hand and I willingly give it to him. He's warm and I can smell his cologne but it's not strong enough to replace his natural intoxicating aroma, I breathe him in as he stands close to me. "Have you eaten yet?"

I shake my head.

"I went to dinner with your sister and Kate, but I wasn't feeling up to eating. My mind was preoccupied." I say, looking up at him as we walk over to the gazebo. The table is laden with plates of food, which I think have been delivered from a restaurant by the look of the plating. I wonder why he has gone to all this effort to get something delivered when he could have just had Gail or Grace make something just as good.

"You need to eat, Ana. I called Taylor and had him bring something from that restaurant you like near Escala."

"Thank you, Christian, you didn't have to. But it smells heavenly." It really does, he's ordered all of my favourites. Another obscene amount of money spent on me. But in a way, I suppose this is his version of trying to help us get back to normal, which is more than I've tried to do.

Together, we sit down at the table and make small talk over the food. The basics. The strained chatter trying to dodge the elephant in the room. We smile at each other shyly throughout the meal. I hate fighting with him. I hate not being able to talk to him freely.

Towards the end of the dessert course, profiteroles drenched in melted milk chocolate, I notice that like me, he has a glass of ice water instead of his usual glass of wine. My heart flutters lightly in my chest. He's done that for me, because he knows that I can't drink. Which means that he must have at least thought about little blip at some point, maybe he even did research about what I can and can't have. My subconscious raises an eyebrow at my inner thoughts, of course he has. I look up and he is staring directly at me and I smile.

"You could have had a drink, you know. It wouldn't have bothered me. I don't want you to lose out or suffer any more than necessary." I say to him still smiling slightly, the first real sentence that I've spoken since we started eating. He looks shocked and sits up a little straighter.

"I know. I just think that it would be unfair of me, especially today." He reaches across the table and grasps my hand in his and strokes my knuckles gently with his thumb. He takes a deep breath and his eyebrows furrowed. He stands, pulling me with him, and we walk over to the loveseat in the corner and sit down still holding hands. He looks nervous and my stomach drops and head spins. This is it. Make or break.

"Christian you- "I don't get to finish my sentence as I'm cut off by a firm squeeze of his hand.

"We have lots of things to discuss, I know that. I asked my family to pretend to hold a family dinner so that I could speak to you because I know you wouldn't have come otherwise." I start to protest but he stops me. "Let me finish, I wanted to show you that I love you but you wouldn't speak to me and I just wanted to set things right. Ana, I can't tell you how sorry I am for how I acted towards you, I should never have spoken to you that way," his voice starts to crack slightly under the strain of trying to keep his emotions in check. "you are my wife, not my verbal punching bag. Please forgive me, Ana. It was deplorable my behaviour baby, I'm so sorry." He coughs slightly to clear his throat and looks up at me with wet eyes.

"I forgive you, I know you didn't mean any of it Christian."

"That's beside the point, I hurt you and as your husband that is unforgivable. I vowed to protect you, from everyone and everything, including myself. I'm disgusted in myself."

"Nothing you ever do will be unforgivable Christian. You had your reasons and understand them, we still need to talk about it but I understand. Please don't beat yourself up about this. We need to focus on the future, our future and our family's." I say pleadingly and hesitantly I grab his hands and place them over my still flat stomach. His eyes widen, almost as if he is contemplating the existence of the tiny blip. "I understand what you're feeling, you're my husband and I want the two of us to raise little blip together. But if we can't then… I can do it alone. You wouldn't have to worry about us." I move one of my hands and wipe away the tears that have started falling down my face.

"I will spend the entirety of my life worrying about you Anastasia Rose Grey and I'll spend it worrying about… blip too." My heart soars and I embrace him tightly, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He stands and returns my embrace and pulls back my head and holds it in his hands starting at me seriously, imploring me to listen. "I don't know if I will be able to be a good father, I mean I don't even know what to do with kids let alone a newborn baby. But I'll try my best, baby. I told you before we got married that I would do anything for you, no matter what. Just give me a chance to figure it out and I won't fail you."

"You couldn't fail at anything Christian, look at everything you've done and I'm not just talking about Grey Enterprises. Once upon a time you told me that you didn't do romance," he smiles his shy smile and holds me closer "you said that you didn't have a heart and that you were incapable of hearts and flowers." I grin and motion my arm around me towards the gazebo and fairy lights flickering like fireflies in the darkness. "This, what you've done here is pretty hearts and flowers Christian and I love you for it. You set this up yourself because you wanted to set things right. Plus, you succeed at everything you put your mind to. Also, you've never failed me, and I'm not going to let you start today and I know for a fact that you're going to be an amazing father to our little blip. And finally, I wouldn't let you be a bad father." I add lightly to defuse the tension of the conversation.

He laughs slightly and leans down to kiss me but pauses just before as if to ask for permission. I close the gap between us and kiss him gently. It may have only been a few days since I last kissed him but desire blooms within me, warming me up and spreading like wildfire. We break apart and he leans his forehead against mine as we gaze at each other with grins on our faces, my glassy eyes mirror his.

"I've missed you Mrs Grey."

"I've missed you too, Mr Grey. We still have a lot to talk about you know, the last couple days have been hell so I think it can wait till at least tomorrow."

"Agreed." He pulls away from me partially and puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out the remote for the music player that had been steadily in the background the entire evening. He changes song and pulls me against him again gently. "Care to dance Mrs Grey?"

"Always Mr Grey." The song is slow and romantic. It fills the air around us, surrounding us. I am wrapped around Christian, my head rests against his chest so I can her his heart beat as we slowly sway and dance to the music. His palms rest on either side of my waist, his thumbs stroking me gently. Never in my life have I felt so close to him than right now.

"Never again, Ana." I know what he's talking about. The last few days have been torture. He said before that he would move the earth to avoid being without me, and what he is willing to do means so much more.

"Never, I promise."

"I love you" He whispers. "Come home with me baby, come home. Let me love you like I should have the other day."

I grab his face and pull him down to me and kiss him tenderly.

"Home."

A/N: The song at the end that Ana and Christian were dancing to was Come Away With Me by Norah Jones.