A/N: Hey. It's been a while. So, I'm changing the game up a bit. Hope you like what I'm doing.

All mistakes are my own.

I do not own FSOG (just this plot)

Three months later...

Ana had been estranged from her husband for three months. Well, technically four. Everyday he'd call her, and tell her about his day. She found out that he was going to counseling, that he was trying to become a better person, and that he cut all ties with Elena, and the whole S&M lifestyle-even though he stopped that when they were married-he came with her to most of her doctor's appointments, and yesterday, when they found out the sex of the baby, that they were having a boy, Christian's eyes widened in delight. She saw his eyes glisten, and he looked at her as if she hung the moon and stars.

Her parents, as well as Christian's parents were team Switzerland. While both parties could see why Ana left, both sets of parents knew that in order to move forward, both of them had to want to move in that direction. The baby was something that needed to be settled, as did their marriage. Her father invited her countless times to stay with them, as did Christian's family. But, Ana was content being in the hotel. Three weeks ago, Ana found a new therapist, and they both went together. Christian could continue to have his sessions with Flynn, but as for couples, she wanted to find someone else. They talked, hashing out everything. The therapist told Christian that Ana needed to feel ready to come home, and that she wasn't making a big mistake. There was sadness in his eyes, but Christian understood. His easy acceptance, thawed out her heart somewhat. More than that, now that she was over her first trimester, she found herself horny.

All day, every day.

She was going out of her mind with hormones, and she knew the only way to relieve it was her husband. She tried masturbation, but that wasn't satisfying enough.

Not when you had the real, big-

"Ugh!" Throwing the covers off herself, she glanced in the mirror, smiling faintly at her reflection. Her skin was glowing, and her hair seemed thicker. What put the smile on her face however, was the slight bulge in her stomach. She was already pretty small, so the bump was very noticeable. Even Christian seemed delighted to see their child growing inside of her.

Christian.

Naked.

Sex.

Swallowing her pride, and knowing it was wrong, Ana pulled on her hoodie, shoes, and sweat pants, deciding to head to the condo.

Christian heard the elevator ping, signaling someone coming into his home. Padding barefoot from his office, his eyes widened when he saw Ana looking around. He was surprised to see her here, and he made sure she knew it.

"Ana?" he questioned. Turning suddenly, she let her eyes rove hungrily over his barely covered body. He was wearing black silk sleep pants that hung low on his hips. His chest was still chiseled, looking to be carved out of marble, and his lips. His lips were still full, and wonderful and-

Was he saying something?

"Huh?"

Walking closer, he smiled gently at her.

"I said are you okay? Is something wrong with you, or the baby?"

Shaking her head dumbly, she watched as his eyes landed on her middle, before moving back to her face.

"May I?" he asked, holding out his hands. Nodding, she watched as he placed his warm hands on her stomach. He smiled as he kept moving his hand about, and it was when he moved his hands to her hips, that she groaned before pulling him close to her, and kissing him as passionately as she'd been dreaming for the last several weeks. Stunned, Christian's eyes were wide when Ana placed her lips on his, but they closed slowly, before he groaned aloud. Reaching behind her, he gripped her backside, pulled her into him. He noted that she had more of a butt, and it caused him to inwardly smile.

Stop this!

Irritated at his conscience, Christian heaved a sigh, before reluctantly pulling away from Ana's lips. He noted that her eyes were closed, and her lips were wet. It took everything in him not to dive back into her welcoming arms. But, he had to stop.

"Ana. Ana?" he called out gently, waiting for her to come to. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

"Baby-"

"I know I shouldn't be here. That we are working on our problems, and sex won't fix it. But, the therapist said to tell you how I'm feeling, and I can't stay silent any longer. I love you, Christian. I always have, and always will. I was so hurt when I found out you were keeping all those secrets from me. It brings up so many insecurities of mine."

Leading her over to the couch, he made sure she was settled before grabbing her hand and pulling it to his mouth. Kissing it, he listened as she continued to speak.

"When I met you, I thought you hung the moon and stars. Not only were you handsome, but you were intelligent, smart, and driven. You had skeletons in your closet, but who doesn't? when I compared myself to you, I felt inadequate."
"Ana. You were never inadequate. When I first saw you, I thought you were a very beautiful young woman. A bit uncoordinated, but still." He breathed in relief when he saw her smile before continuing.

"Before you, I met a lot of women. You know how. But they were all practiced, and resigned. You had this innocence about you, that made you even more alluring. In the beginning, I compared myself to you, and found myself. Short. I would often wonder why you ever gave me a chance."

"Christian-"

"No. I will not let you continue to berate yourself. You are a wonderful, smart, sexy woman. You are my wife, and the mother to my son. There is nothing I wouldn't do, or anywhere I wouldn't go for you. Ana, you own me. All parts of me. My way of dealing with pain wasn't a healthy one. Even now, when I think back to the twisted relationship I had with Elena, I know that if my son were ever in that predicament, I would have been out for blood. I understood what you were saying to me, but it was as if I wasn't truly digesting it."

Squeezing his fingers, she spoke quietly.

"I could see that. When we were first married, I could see the doubt on your face. On some level, you knew it was wrong, but you still protected her."

At that, Christian smiled sadly.

"Well, I was a victim of Stockholm Syndrome." Gazing into Ana's eyes, Christian reached over with his free hand, and smoothed a wayward strand of hair from her cheek.

"I love you, Ana. I will show you every day how much. I've already said this in therapy, but I have severed all ties with Elena. Leila is living upstate with her son, and family, and is also seeking help. She tried to contact me, but I sent her one letter. I expressed my regret of how badly everything turned out, but that I was committed to my wife. I also told her that I was glad she was seeking the help she needed, but to no longer contact me."

Ana was surprised Christian went through those lengths.

"What about Elena?" She asked quietly. At that, Christian snorted.

"Right now? Last, I heard she was fighting her husband in court for half of everything. He wants a divorce, and she is trying to hold on. He's the only thing that will keep her from destitution. However, that is no longer my concern."

Setting her hand by her side, he placed it on her stomach.

"My concern, is my lovely wife, and our son. I just want you to give me that chance. One more, Ana. I promise I won't let you down."

Taking a deep breath, Ana stared into his honest eyes. She could see that he was telling the truth. His remorse, pain, and pleas were all mirrored on his face. The difference between then and now, is that Christian seemed to be more settled. It filled Ana with joy to know that finally, she would get the husband she needed and the father her son deserved. Blinking back tears, she cupped his face in her hands.

"It's not just me you'll have to prove this too. It's my parents."

At that, Christian groaned, before resting his forehead on hers.

"Don't remind me. your father has called me every name under the book, except my real name. Part of me wants it to continue to see if he runs out of words."

At that, Ana giggled.

"You want him to continue hating you?"

Shrugging, Christian ran his hands over her thighs.

"As long as I have your mother on my side, all is well. I can bribe her into talking with Ray to consider liking me again."

At that, Ana lightly hit his chest. Christian caught her hand, before bringing it to his lips. He could see the instant desire that flickered in her eyes.

"Tell me something, Ana."

Eyeing him warily, she nodded.

"Did you come here because you needed me?" At that, she bit her lip before giving a slight shake of her head.

"Yes. Christian-"

"Good. Because I need you too. But, I don't want to make any rash moves. That seems to be our forte. I want to do this right, and I know you do as well. Ana, tell me really. What will it take to bring you back home?"

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOL we're going to stop here. What will it take? Wanted to do a time jump, catch us up on the story so to speak. Love you all, and please leave me a review, it makes my day/night!