A/N: I can't believe it's been a week since I last updated! Sorry for not updating sooner. I really have no excuse. While that may be, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. And to all my readers who celebrate – Happy Hanukkah.


Chapter 9 - Christmas


Christian's POV

"C!" Elliot shouts as he gets into my car at SEATAC after putting his bags in the trunk.

"Hey Ell," I greet.

"How's life baby, bro," he asks as I merge into traffic.

"Everything's good. Ana's coming to lunch with us," I inform him.

"Damn, C. I still don't know how you snagged a girl like her," he says laughing.

I glance at him, and he laughs even harder.

"How's college life?" I question, trying to get him to stop making fun of me.

"I'm living the life. All these college girls are so hot, and not to mention easy, too," he boasts.

"Please don't get a girl pregnant," I warn him.

"Don't worry, bro," he chuckles, patting my back, "I always wrap it up."

"Hey, do you mind if we make a stop somewhere?" I ask Elliot, "I have to pick up Ana's Christmas present."

"Sure," Elliot agrees, "Where are we going?"

"Cartier," I state.

"Shit, bro," Elliot's eyes grow wider, "How much money did you spend?"

"Maybe a bit too much," I reply sheepishly, "But it's worth it."

"Damn," Elliot coos, "I better be getting something good this year too."

"Yeah, right. In your dreams," I tease.


"Hello, Mr. Grey," the doorman at Cartier greets me.

My father's been coming here for years, buying plenty of jewelry for my mother. Most of the employees know all the members of my family. The Grey's are big customers here.

"Oh, Mr. Grey and you as well Mr. Grey," the head jeweler, Mr. Conley, greets Elliot and me, "I have your order ready for you. Would you like to take a look at it first before I box it up?"

"Yes please," I nod.

Elliot follows me as Mr. Conley leads us to a private room in the back.

"You have quite the taste, Mr. Grey," Mr. Conley coos, "I'm sure your girlfriend will love these."

He pulls the pieces from behind the counter and displays them for me to see.

"Holy shit, dude!" Elliot cries, "That's insane."

"Elliot," I warn, giving him a stern look.

"That's much okay, Mr. Grey," Mr. Conley says, "I had much the same reaction myself. These are gorgeous pieces."

"You think?" Elliot says incredulously.

I roll my eyes at my brother and pick up the jewelry I bought for Ana. There's a yellow gold love bracelet covered in diamonds and a ring just like it.

I can't fucking wait to put a huge ass engagement ring on Ana's finger. But I guess for now, this will have to do.

"Are they to your liking, Mr. Grey," the jeweler asks sweetly.

"They're absolutely perfect," I say smiling, thinking about Ana covered in diamonds.

"Great!" he says clapping his hands together, "I'll box those up for you."


Elliot's POV

I can't believe the change in my brother over the few short months I was away. He seems happy – like really fucking happy, and it's all because of this girl. Damn it, I'm still wrapping my head around this.

I see a stunning brunette girl walk through the doors and immediately recognize her. She comes walking to our table and sneaks up behind Christian. She puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Wait, what the fuck. Did she just touch him? And did he not freak out? Am I in the Twilight zone?

"You must be Elliot," Ana chirps holding out her hand for me to shake.

Instead of a handshake, I get out of my seat and greet her with a hug. I think I can hear Christian groan in the background. Haha. Jealous fucker!

"It's so good to meet you, Ana," I say.

She takes a seat on Christian's side of the booth, and Christian pulls her closer to him. Okay, bro. Possessive I see.


Ana's POV

"Oh my gosh. You can't be serious," I say uncontrollably laughing at one of Elliot's college stories.

"I'm serious," Elliot declares, "It was fucking crazy. Imagine walking in on a threesome. Not ideal."

"Did he at least have a sock on the door?" I giggle.

"Nope," Elliot quips, "I want to bleach my eyes. 2 guys and 1 girl is not my cup of tea." "What about you, Christian?" Elliot teases, "You up for a threesome?"

I laugh while Christian gives him a death glare. "I don't share," he states gruffly, pulling me closer towards him.

"It was only a joke, baby," I say, picking up a piece of sushi and feeding it to Christian.

"Yeah, baby," Elliot mocks, "Learn how to take a joke."

"Hey!" I chastise, "You too, Elliot."

He puts his hands up and relents, "Whatever you say, Ana."

"Good," I say authoritatively, "That's what I thought."

The waiter comes around to deliver us more plates of sushi. God this stuff is delicious!

I then hear my phone buzz in my purse. Crap, that might be my dad!

"Sorry guys," I apologize, rummaging through my purse to find my phone.

I look at the caller ID and it's not my dad. It's Jerry. Fuck, Christian's going to go ballistic if he knows.

I really shouldn't take the call. I don't want Christian to cause a scene in front of his brother. But I haven't heard from Jerry in a while. I really do miss talking to him. Ahh!

My hands seem to make the decision for me as I realize I've pressed the answer button.

"I have to take this, guys. Excuse me," I say getting up from the table and head outside.

"Hey Jer," I greet him cheerfully.

"Ana!" he roars at the other end, "I've missed you. Washington is boring without you."

"I know," I coo, "I miss you too." "What's up though?" I ask wondering why he's called me.

"My dad told me you're coming to visit in February. And that you're bringing a boyfriend," he says giddily.

See, there's not even a hint of jealousy in his voice. We're like brother and sister. Christian has nothing to worry about.

"Well, your dad was right," I inform him, "I'm coming for ski week. And yes – I am bringing my boyfriend."

"OH MY GOD," Jerry screams, "I can't believe little Ana has a boyfriend."

"Oh shut up," I say giggling.

"What's his name," Jerry asks eagerly.

"Christian," I reply smiling at the mention of his name.

I take a peek through the window into the restaurant and see Christian staring daggers at me. Shit. Did he see the caller ID?

I think he did. Fuck. He looks really angry.

"I'm happy for you, Ana," Jerry's voice rings in my ear.

"Thanks, Jer. That means a lot coming from you," I say honestly. I look back at Christian and he still looks upset. "Jer, I'm sorry, but I really have to go," I say hastily, "It was so nice talking to you. We really need to talk more often."

"Noted, Ana Banana," he laughs, using my old nickname. "I'll call you soon. I promise," he declares.

"Bye Jer," I say, hanging up the phone.

"Bye Ana."

After I end the call, I walk back into the restaurant and hear Elliot trying to engage Christian in a conversation while Christian is brooding.

With Elliot being so easy going, we easily fall back into a casual conversation while finishing our meal.

Christian, on the other hand, is barely saying a word. I grab his hand underneath the table, and coyly whisper into his ear, "Can we please talk about this later."

He stiffly nods his head and focuses his attention back on his food.

After we're done eating, Christian tosses Elliot the keys to his car and asks, "Ell, do you mind getting the car? I need to talk to Ana."

"Sure thing, bro," Elliot responds. Before leaving he gives me another hug and says, "It was so nice to meet you, Ana. I'll see you tomorrow at dinner?"

"You will," I reply smiling as Elliot leaves and walks around the corner.

"Why did he call you," Christian spits out referring to Jerry.

"Are you mad or something," I question angrily.

There's an air of silence.

"You have no right to be mad at me Christian," I scream at him.

"No, no," Christian says running his hands through his hair, "I'm not mad."

"Then what is it," I say with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm fucking jealous," he roars, "Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm so fucking jealous. And I have no idea why."

My poor baby. I knew he was insecure, but I didn't know it ran this deep.

I pull him towards me and wrap my small frame around his.

"Christian," I say tenderly, "We've been over this already. I love you. You, baby. No one else."

"I know that baby," he says nuzzling his head in my shoulder. "I know I'm being completely irrational, but I can't help it."

"What can I do?" I ask.

He grabs both of my hands and lays a kiss on each one. "It's my problem, baby. Not yours. I'm sorry I got so angry with you today. That was wrong of me. I just have to remind myself that he's been your friend for a long time. And that's it, nothing else."

"I love you, Christian," is all I can say in response.

I give him a quick kiss on the cheek, being mindful that we're still in public.

"I better get going," I state, knowing my dad wants to spend as much time with me as he can while he's here.

Christian gives me a pouty face and says, "I'll see you tomorrow baby."

"Laters, baby," I smile, and Christian plants a lingering kiss on my lips causing me to blush.


Christian's POV

"What the fuck was that?" Elliot bombards me with a question when I get into the car.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that thing with Ana. What the hell were you so upset about."

Ugh, why does my brother have to be so nosy! I guess it runs in the family.

"You know how Ana's dad works for the president?" I ask.

"Yeah, dad mentioned it," Elliot comments.

"Well, Ana's been friends with the president son since they were babies," I inform him.

"And you're jealous," Elliot cuts me off.

"Hell yeah! Of course, I'm jealous," I reply, "Who wouldn't be?"

"Was that who called her in the middle of lunch today?" Elliot inquires.

"Yep," I reply nodding my head.

"You looked like you wanted to kill someone," Elliot jokes.

"Very funny, Elliot," I say sarcastically.

"A little advice baby bro," Elliot begins.

"I don't think I want any advice from you," I quip, "I don't want to fuck a different girl every weekend."

"Hey!" Elliot pretends to be offended, "It's not a different girl every week. It's more like every other week."

"Oh, like that makes it so much better!" I cry.

"Yes it does," Elliot declares, "But that's irrelevant right now. I did have a girlfriend in high school if you recall."

"Yes, I remember."

"Well, I think I'm pretty qualified to give dating advice."

"Okay, shoot," I relent.

"You have nothing to worry about," he remarks, "Ana looks at you the same way you look at her. You two crazy kids are so in love with each other. Don't let some preppy boy ruin it for you."

"Wow," I say surprised, "That was actually really insightful Ell."

"It's the Yale education," he jokes, and it gets me to laugh.


Christmas Eve Dinner at the Grey House

Ana's POV

"Are you ready, Annie?" my dad shouts at me from downstairs.

I'm currently checking out my outfit in the mirror. I'm wearing the red Alexander McQueen skater dress I bought with Mia. I accessorized the dress with a Gucci belt, matching Gucci block heels, black Gucci tights, and a black and gold Hermes clic-clac H bracelet. I paired the outfit with a black Gucci Sylvie bag and put on a Burberry wool coat to finish the look.

I remember to grab the small gift bag I put Christian's watch in. I have a larger gift box for Christian filled with new clothes, but I won't bother giving that to him today. I also have a more naughty gift to give Christian, but I'll have to give that to him when we're alone. I'll bring it to his house anyway in case we get a moment alone.

I have to remember to pick up Mia's present that I bought for her yesterday after having lunch with Christian and Elliot. I got her a matching Hermes bracelet that I know she'll absolutely love.

I didn't know what to get Elliot, but I knew he played football. Christian suggested NFL tickets, so I got Elliot four tickets to go see the Seahawks play the Patriots in Boston.

My dad is supposed to be bringing the Grey's some wine, so I don't have to worry about getting them a present.

I mentally check off everything on my list that I needed to take care of, and I take one last look in the mirror before I yell back at my dad, "I'll be down in a minute."

"Hurry up Annie," he shouts, "We don't want to be late."

I put on bright red lipstick to pull the look together and rush down the stairs.

"You look great as always, Annie," he says giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks daddy," I sweetly reply. "Are you driving?" I ask.

"No," he replies, "Secret Service."

"Seriously," I comment, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, lighten up Annie," he demands, "It's the holiday season. Only happy thoughts."


When we arrive at the Grey's estate, my dad and I are both in awe of the Christmas decorations. The house looks absolutely beautiful, decorated with a plethora of lights, wreaths, ribbon, and garland. It looks like a winter wonderland. The only thing that's missing is snow. At least it's not raining!

Dad and I walk up to the large double doors. I have my presents for Christian, Elliot, and Mia in a bag, and my dad has a bottle of Dom Perignon and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon for the adults. Christian and I will have to sneak a glass or two.

Grace opens the door and gives me a hug.

"Oh, Ana! It's so great to see you again," Grace says.

"You too Grace!" I reply. "This is my dad Ray," I say motioning towards my dad.

"Ray Steele," my dad says holding out his hand.

"Grace," she counters, shaking his hand.

"Come in guys," she declares. "Ana, Mia is in the kitchen trying to teach Elliot and Christian how to decorate cookies. I think they probably need your help."

I walk to towards the kitchen, leaving my dad to talk to Grace.

"Ana!" Mia screams when I walk in, "I need your help over here. These idiots are ruining the cookies."

Christian and Elliot both look helpless in the kitchen. It's comical, really.

"Hey baby," Christian says with icing all over his hands.

"You might want to wash your hands before you touch me," I giggle.

"Ana!" Elliot shouts, "You've got to help us out here."

There are about 4 dozen beautifully baked gingerbread cookies cut out into different shapes: Christmas trees, ornaments, gingerbread men, mistletoe, candy canes, and snowmen.

Mia's cookies look professionally done, decorated skillfully with different colors of icing.

Christian and Elliot's cookies look like a Kindergarten project.

"I don't think Santa wants to eat those cookies," I joke.

"Ana's right," Mia joins, "Throw those away. Those are sooo ugly."

Elliot tosses some of the ruined cookies in the trash. "I'll just leave this job for you two," he says referring to Mia and me.

"Hey baby," Christian says. He comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and leaves kisses all over my neck.

"Stop molesting her bro," Elliot chuckles.

I turn my head and see Christian roll his eyes at his brother.

"Are you going to help me decorate, baby?" I ask as I take a cookie from one of the cooling racks.

"I'll be here for moral support," he smiles.


Christian's POV

Fuck! Ana's wearing this little red dress tonight, and I just want to bend her over something and fuck her.

She's teasing me too. She keeps biting her lip, and she knows what that does to me.

Ana and Mia are still decorating cookies. At this point, Elliot and I are watching, and munching on their creations.

"Stop eating my cookies!" Ana scolds me.

I smirk and retort, "I love eating your cookies."

She elbows me in the gut and Elliot and Mia both burst out into laughter.

"Hey mom," Mia chirps as Grace walks into the kitchen.

"Your dad is having drinks with Carrick," Grace says to Ana. "Why don't you kids clean up, and help me get dinner ready and set the table."

"Yes ma'am," we all mumble.

Ana and I walk to the dining with Grace's special Christmas china.

"Wait," I stop her as we reach the end of the corridor.

"What?" she questions.

"Look," I say darting my eyes to what is dangling from the ceiling.

She smiles brightly and whispers, "We're under the mistletoe."

"You know what that means," I say flirtatiously as she bites her lip.

I back her into the wall and kiss her.

"We have to be careful of the plates," she reminds me when we break for air.

"Fuck the plates," I mumble into her mouth and go back to kissing her.

"Ahem," someone clears their throat trying to get our attention.

Our heads turn to the source of the sound, and it's Ana's dad giving us a stern look from across the hall.

Shit. Not the best position to be caught in with a man's daughter.

"Hey, daddy," Ana says sheepishly.

"Why don't you go set the table," he says, "You don't want to break those plates."

"Yes sir," I reply.

Ray chuckles at us and walks away.

I'm stunning, but when Ray is out of earshot, Ana bursts into laughter.

"Ana!" I exclaim.

"It's okay, Christian," she reasons, "My dad won't be upset. He's not naive. I think he knows what goes on between us."

"I'd rather him not have physical evidence."

"Lighten up, baby." She gives me a kiss on the cheek and goes to set the table.


After dinner, Grace wanted everyone to gather in the living room where the tree was so everyone could open their one early Christmas Eve present.

I asked my mom if Ana and I could take a walk for a few minutes, and she obliged. I'm going to take her to the boathouse. That's where I have her gift stashed.

Ana grabbed a bag from the foyer, which I'm assuming is my gift. She definitely had the same idea as me.

As usual, Grace went all out with the Christmas decorations this year. And the boathouse is no exception.

Ana and I settle down in the little nook of the boathouse where Grace so conveniently put up a mini Christmas tree.

"Open my gift first," Ana says excitedly as we sit down.

Ana has two gift bags: a green Rolex bag and a red gift bag with gold tissue paper.

She holds out the Rolex bag first. Wow, I wonder what it is…

Ana has the cutest little smile on her face. I reach into the bag expecting to find a box, but all I feel is soft fabric.

"Are you trying to trick me?" I joke.

"You'll love them."

In the bag, there are two Armani ties. Hmm, odd. Is Ana trying to tell me I need to dress more professional?

"You can wear them," she says biting her lip, "Or you could do something else with them. Like tie me up."

Fuck! I felt that go right to my dick. I love when my baby gets freaky.

"Mmmm," I say kissing her on the lips, "I love how you think."

I cup one of her breasts in my hand and she interrupts, "Behave, Grey. Not right now. But I promise you that you can have your wicked way with me later."

"Now for the real gift," she says handing me the red gift bag.

This time when I reach into the bag I feel a large velvet box. Ahhh, the watch.

When I open the box, I'm not surprised at how stunning the watch is. Ana has impeccable taste.

"Look on the inside," Ana comments.

Engraved on the back of the face of the watch is three words: 'Ana and Christian.'

"I love it, baby," I muse, giving her another kiss.

Now I'm even more excited to give her my present. Hopefully, she'll see the meaning behind the ring and she'll see how committed I am to her.

"Now it's my turn," I say giddily.

I walk over to one of the cabinets and pull out the Cartier bag. I secretly slip out the small box the ring is in and put it in my pocket.

Ana's eyes light up when I bring the bag over to her. My baby sure loves her diamonds.

"Merry Christmas, baby," I say handing her the gift.

She opens the signature red Cartier jewelry box and her eyes light up.

"It's a love bracelet," I explain.

"I know what it is," she says smiling. She focuses her eyes on mine and continues, "It's beautiful. Will you put it on me?"

"Of course, baby." I take the bracelet out of the box and use the screwdriver to lock it into place on her left wrist.

She holds up her arm to the ceiling so the moonlight perfectly hits the diamonds.

"I have something else for you," I say grinning.

"Christian," she exclaims, "This is already more than enough."

I pull out the small box from my pocket.

I pop open the box, and Ana's eyes go glassy.

"This is a promise ring," I explain. "I promise that I'll always love you. I promise that I'll always be here for you. I promise I'll always trust you. I promise that one day I'm going to marry you."

A tear rolls down her cheek as she holds out her left hand for me to put the ring on her.

I slide the ring on her ring finger, dreaming of the day I'll put a real engagement ring on that finger.

"I'll be expecting a bigger diamond when you propose for real," she jokes.

"How about a diamond as big as a golf ball?"

"Okay, maybe a little smaller than that," she giggles.

A knock on the door startles me and Ana.

"You two better not be naked," Elliot's voice rings through the walls.

"We're not, idiot," I scream back.

"Okay, bro. Mom wants you guys to come back. We're opening presents now."

"Alright, we'll be there."


Ana's POV

Grace works magic in the kitchen, so naturally, the dinner was sublime. She made a crown roast of lamb, potatoes au gratin, glazed carrots, cheese gnocchi, and roasted vegetables.

There was also amazing dessert: the cookies Mia and I decorated, ice cream, pecan pie, apple pie, and a pumpkin spice cake.

I'm positively stuffed.

After dinner, Grace had everyone gather in the living room around the fireplace and the tree. Christian and I are sharing a loveseat and are sipping on our hot chocolate in cute festive mugs.

My dad, Christian's family, and I are gathering around the fireplace and the tree sipping on our hot chocolate in cute, festive mugs.

Grace grabs four uniform boxes wrapped in red and white striped paper and gives one to me, Christian, Elliot, and Mia.

"Ugh, mom. Again?" Elliot complains.

"Mom! These are not fashion forward," Mia exclaims.

I give Christian a confused look, wondering what is in the box.

"Open it," he mouths to me.

We all open our boxes and pull out the same pair of red and white striped pajamas.

Grace claps her hands and exclaims, "You have to put them on so you all can take a picture in front of the tree."

The Grey siblings all groan, and I hear laughs from my dad and Carrick.

I know the Grey siblings are definitely over wearing the same pajamas, but I think it's cute. Not coming from a big family, I never had traditions like this in my household.

Despite their grunts, mumbles, and oppositions to the matching pj's, we all go upstairs to change.

"Ugh! My mom makes us do this every year, Ana," Mia says exasperated as we're changing into our pj's, "I'm sorry she dragged you into this one."

I laugh, "I think it's charming, Mia."

She scoffs and replies, "You won't be saying that after a few more years after this. I swear she'll still make us do this when we're adults.

"I'd love to see her try," I giggle.

I already have my pj's on, while Mia seems to be purposely taking all the time in the world.

"Alright," she says when she finally gets the pj's on, "Let's go down."


We all walk downstairs together. Grace's eyes light up and I can hear laughs from my dad and Carrick.

"You guys look terrific," my dad comments.

"Go stand by the tree. Let me take a picture," Grace commands.

"You look cute," I tease Christian when we pose in front of the tree.

"Smile, kids," Grace says cheerfully.

We all listen to her and put on our happy faces for the sake of the photo.

"Perfect," Grace says happily.

"Can we go change now, mom?" Mia whines.

"Yeah, I'm really not feeling the costumes this year mom," Elliot remarks.

"Alright, go ahead," Grace relents.

"I think we should keep them on," I whisper to Christian, "You really can pull off anything."

"I look ridiculous, baby," Christian pouts.

Mia and Elliot run upstairs to change back.

"Oh!" Grace exclaims, "Ana and Christian, you have to take a photo by yourselves. You look absolutely darling."

"Annie," my dad joins in, "I have to send a photo to Fitz. He'll probably do the same thing with his kids."

"Come on, baby," I say, dragging Christian over to the tree again.

This time my dad and Grace are both on the other end of us taking photos.

"All you're missing is a Santa hat," I giggle to Christian.

"Only for you, Mrs. Claus," he whispers into my ear.


Christmas Day

Christian's POV

I wake up to a good morning text from Ana along with a very naughty picture of her in a sexy elf costume.

God damn! I haven't been able to fuck her in a week because her dad's been in town. I think my hand hurts from jacking off so much. God, I miss her.

Ana's spending the whole day with her dad, so sadly I won't get to see her today.

As per tradition, we were woken up early by the heavenly smell of mom's famous cinnamon buns. Mia came crashing down the stairs, excited to open all her presents. Surprisingly, I'm grateful that Elliot was able to make it. It gives Mia one more person to annoy.


Ana's POV

I'm so grateful that I'm able to spend Christmas with my dad. Even though I really miss Christian, I know I need to spend some time alone with my dad, especially on Christmas.

When I woke up this morning, I sent a cute little picture to Christian of me in a sexy elf costume. I'll be his sexy worker elf any day. Haha.

"Merry Christmas, Annie," my dad says, kissing me on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, daddy," I reply.

"That's quite a gift," my dad comments, looking at the diamond love bracelet on my wrist.

"Christian is very thoughtful," I muse.

"Or just rich," he snarks.

"I thought you liked him, daddy?" I ask inquisitively.

"I do, Annie," he admits, "But you'll always be my baby girl. It's my job to protect you."

"Christian's a good guy."

"That doesn't stop a father from worrying."


My dad was quite extravagant with the gifts this year. I think it's because he feels guilty that he lives almost 3,000 miles away from me.

My dad practically overfilled the bottom of the tree with gifts for me. Hey, it's not like I'm complaining.

I got a pair of Louis Vuitton platform boots I was coveting, Burberry sweaters, some new Hermes handbags, a pair of Van Cleef & Arpels earrings, a signed first edition of Breakfast at Tiffany's (Audrey Hepburn is my life inspiration), the whole Louboutin spring collection in advance, some Chanel makeup I've been meaning to pick up, a Harvard sweatshirt (nice one dad!), a limited edition pink Chanel boy bag, and did I forget to mention a new car?!

It's a cherry red Ferrari. Thank you, dad! I finally have Christian beat in the car department. Maybe he'll race me and let me beat him. But I doubt it though.

After opening presents, I made lunch for my dad and I. Even though it wasn't festive, I made my dad's favorite: mac & cheese.

My dad and I are currently sitting on the couch watching dumb Christmas movies.

I'm admiring the ring Christian gave me that is sitting on my ring finger. It truly is beautiful and a work of art. Every time I look at it, I'm reminded of the promise Christian made to me. It warms my heart and makes me happy.

I cannot wait to be Mrs. Grey one day. I definitely wouldn't be opposed to getting married right after high school. What's stopping us anyways? Other than people's judgments about two young kids getting married, there's nothing stopping us emotionally or financially. Who cares what other people think.

I can only pray that Christian doesn't wait to propose to me. I really should drop hints that I want to get married young. But knowing Christian and how impatient he is, I wouldn't put it past him to propose the second we both turn 18.

We'll see where life takes us!


A/N: Next chapter Ana and Christian will be visiting Washington D.C. together! We'll see how Christian reacts to meeting Jerry!

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