CPOV

If I thought Ana was loving and caring, and above all that, good, before, I was wrong, I was oh so wrong, Her idea is great.

There are a lot of children that need a place to stay, a place to grow up, a place to be loved. While a lot of children have that, a lot also don't have that privilege, so she wants to open a Save Haven, a place where children can go to, to escape their reality, a place to go to if they need rest and peace. I quite like the idea.

And I love the fact that my mom and Ana are working together.

We are in bed, after the 'meeting' with my mother. We were all for the ideas she gave us. We're first going to get married, though, before going on with this, but we are going to start things up, and by the time we're back from our honeymoon we can get on with everything, and than, in a year from now, the place will be open and children of all ages will be able to come and get rest.

A week, and then, she'll be my wife.

My wife.

Mrs. Christian Grey.

I can't wait. I love her, and I know she is my personal forever. She is my everything. She is my best friend, my lover, my wife and the mother of my children. Well, she will be the last two, pretty soon. I mean, she is going to be my wife in a week, and hopefully, she will have my child in a year, maybe two. We decided to let things just come to us. Whatever happens, happens.

I look down at my fiancée and smile. I put a kiss on the top of her head and let sleep consume me.

I wake up when I feel kisses on my neck. "Ana?"

"Mhm?"

"Whatcha doing?"

"Kissing my handsome fiancée."

I chuckle. "Why?"

"Because I love him. Doesn't he love me?"

I pull her on top of me. "Of course he does." I pull her down to kiss me.

Well, it didn't stay with kissing, because, after an hour of love making, we fell asleep.

The next time I wake up, it's morning, and I am alone in bed, I see a note on the bedstand and take it.

Out for a while, to work, to grab some work, I'll be back in a bit.
Don't forget your first meeting is at three.
Ana

Always looking after me. Always.

After a very busy day at work, there is nothing better than to come home where your fiancée is laughing with your mother like I did. Until I found out why she was laughing.

"Really, mom, baby photo's?"

Mom was showing Ana my baby photo's, with the stories of course, which made her laugh.

"Baby, you've seen mine, too, so why complain?"

It's true, I have seen her baby picture's, and they were fucking cute. Of course, she doesn't see any of real baby pictures, but she does see when I first held Mia and stuff like that.

"You were such a sweet child." Ana says after Mom left.

"Yeah, yeah, make fun of me." I say.

"I wasn't, you really were. Hey, what do I need to pack for our honeymoon?"

"Gail is doing that."

"Gail? Why? I can do that, she doesn't need to."

"I asked her to, I just want you to relax for now. When did my Mom come, anyway?"

"Not so long before you came home. I think, half an hour."

"I would've loved to see her longer, I still need to ask her something."

"She asked us over for dinner tomorrow."

"We're going out with Chuck, Cam, Mary and Elliot remember? Reminding me, is Kate coming?"

"No, she has a family dinner, she might come later."

"I'll put her on the list anyway."

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit, I'm going in bath."

"What, may I not join you?"

"Any other day, yes, now I want to wash, and we both know that isn't going to happen if you join me."

"True. I'll see you in a bit."

She plants a soft kiss on my mouth before going away.

I am in my office, when she comes in again.

"Christian?"

"Yes?"

"May I ask you something? You don't have to answer."

"Okay, now you're just scaring me."

"Don't be. You said you didn't leave any permanent marks on your submissives, right?"

"Right."

"How did you do it? I mean, I've whipped too, as you know, and I tried to pull back, but yet, I left Michael permanent marks."

"I don't know how to explain it. I mean, I have left marks, but they fated, you opened flesh, that's what I make out from what you told me, so,of course that left marks, but I never did that, I never hit so hard, that I opened flesh. I mean, I hit, pretty hard, but not that hard." I look at her face. "But that isn't what you wanted to ask, is it? Ask me, baby, I'll answer."

"Why? Why did you do it?"

"Oh, uhm, for the control, most of all. Because I am fucked up. I guess, that has something to do with it, too."

"Christian, you're not fucked up, you're just tainted." She sits on my lap. "We all have our 'scars', you have real ones, to prove it."

"What are yours, baby?"

"Aha, mine, just like I have whipped, I also have been at the receiving end of a whip."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was once living with Ella for a while, and her brother whipped me, twice, until, of course, I was old enough and beat him."

"How old, was old enough?"

"Thirteen. He did it when I was twelve." She must've felt me tense up because she spoke the next words, "Don't worry, he's in jail."

"Why?"

"He is a pedophile."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was lucky, lucky that he only whipped me, because, he did what he did to me, to other children too, but he went further with them, he raped them, he is also the reason I studied Sociology. So I could help people, children, that went through the things I went through, God, the stories I've heard, they're pretty fucked up, I still thank God, every day, that I have a loving family, and that my life is so good."

"I guess, that the job you did, made you look differently at everything?"

"Yeah, it did. But, enough with the heavy, can you believe that in a week from now, we will be standing in your parents garden saying 'I do' to each other?"

"No, but I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

We kiss, and after that, we 'practice' for our wedding night.