A/N: Guys! Omg! I am so so sorry it has been so long in an update. My grandma's house was recently broken into and arsoned by some idiots, so I've been helping her move into her new remodeled version. This chapter isn't very long nor is it very good, but I promise to make it up to you soon! Again, so incredibly sorry for this late update. ~Whit
I smirk at Christian over my wine glass and he winks at me, playfully. I listen to Frank Sinatra crooning in the background, going on about how love is made for me and you. The sun is completely hidden now and the sky is a darker orange, almost like it is ablaze. Dusk on the sound is one of the most breathtaking sights and here I am, enjoying it with Christian. I watch out from the table, watching the soft waves that our ship is creating. It's so peaceful and suddenly, I miss Teddy. I look to Christian and sigh. He looks back at me, quizzing me.
"What is it, Ana?" Concern sketched all over his face.
"I just… I miss Ted." He visibly relaxes and I look to the table.
"We can call Mom if you'd like. It's nearly his bedtime." Christian pulls out his cell and begins to dial Grace. I wait patiently, wanting to speak to my Teddy.
"Hello, Mother." Christian finally says politely after a few rings. I listen to the one-sided conversation.
"Ana and I wanted to talk to Teddy before he went to bed." He smiles and waits a few more seconds before he begins to speak again.
"Teddy! How are you doing, buddy?" Christian uses his overly-happy dad voice. My heart melts listening to him talk to Ted and to think that at one point he was so unsure. A few minutes of exchanging words from them both, Christian hands me the phone.
"Hi, Teddy!" I use my mom-voice and I hear Teddy's little yawn. I smile, listening to my sweet boy.
"Mommy!" Ted giggles and begins to ramble on about getting some ice cream and watching cartoons.
"That sounds so exciting, Ted! I bet you're having so much fun!" He squeals and I hear his little feet padding on the floor through the phone.
"I sleepy gramma." I hear him whisper to Grace and I know it's time for my boy to get his rest.
"Goodnight Teddy. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite!" Teddy is quiet for a little bit, but I stay listening for his sweet voice.
"Otay, Mommy." He finally answers, yawning again. He hands the phone to Grace and we exchange a few words before hanging up.
"How was he?" Christian asks as I hand him his phone.
"He was very sleepy." I giggle and Christian beams. I watch Christian as I stand up slowly from the table and he looks up at me, confused. He looks so beautiful with the light breeze blowing his copper locks.
"Where are you going?" He abruptly asks and I furrow my brow.
"I have to pee. Where is the bathroom?" I turn my head, scanning the area and Christian stands up, too.
"I'll take you." He walks towards me and reaches for my hand. I take it and we walk towards a small hallway that ends with a small white door at the end.
"I'll be right out." I tell him and drop his hand.
"Maybe we can take a bath together." He suggests and I nod at him.
I walk into the bathroom and am in awe at how stunning it is. There is a large, circular tub that dominates the center of the room. The floor is a pale oak wood and so are the cabinets. The countertops are marble and they pair perfectly with the two rectangular picture mirrors that are surrounded by lights. I quickly find the toilet and do my business so Christian and I can enjoy a warm bath. Once I am done, I walk to the door and open it to find Christian standing over the balcony, leaning over the rail, watching the waves. I come up behind him and rub his shoulders. He smiles and turns to me.
"Ready for a bath?" He looks to me, hopeful and I nod again, grinning at him. We begin to walk towards the bathroom, hand in hand.
"This bathroom is amazing." I state and Christian raises his eyebrows at me.
"You can have it if you want it." He adds, smirking at me. I want to roll my eyes, but I decide to challenge him.
"Okay." I declare, waiting for his reaction. I look up at him and bat my lashes. He smirks down at me.
"After this bath, I'll find the captain." He kisses that spot behind my ear and I shoot my eyebrows up.
"Christian, I was joking!" I squeal and he shrugs.
"I wasn't." He whispers and we finally reach the tub. He drops my hand and begins to fill the tub with steaming water. I pour in some scents and Christian adds some red rose petals. I begin to peel my shirt of and Christian stops me.
"Let me." He says, grabbing the hem of my shirt. He lifts it, teasingly slow, and drops it to the floor. I watch his gray eyes darken as he eyes my belly. I give him a close-lipped smile and he bends over, placing light kisses on my belly. I feel Phoebe wriggle.
"She loves you, Daddy." I whisper, fascinated with how she recognizes him.
"And I you, Phoebe." He smiles against my skin, skimming his hand across Phoebe. He stands and turns me around so I am facing the mirror. I unclasps my black bra and it falls to the floor. He hums in appreciation at my growing nipples. He reaches around me and tugs on them, but I cry out as I feel the pain slice through me.
"Christian!" I cry out, grabbing his taunting hands. He quickly releases me and his face looks pained.
"I'm so sorry. I completely forgot." He half-whispers and I turn back to him, half-grinning. I cup his cheek.
"It's okay, dear. I love your touch. They're just extremely tender." He nods, looking at the ground, and I kiss his jaw. I begin to unbutton the buttons on his blue shirt and it falls to the floor with my bra.
"You next, Mrs. Grey." He hooks a finger into my slacks and pulls my body into his. The vanilla smell is heavenly as it begins to feel the room. Christian discards my pants and my panties and I'm left naked in front of him. He scans his eyes up and down my body. I blush and meet his gaze. He whistles and I hang my head again.
"Hey." He says quietly, lifting my chin up with his finger. I stare into his beautiful gray eyes that search mine for clues. His lips are slightly parted and his brow is furrowed.
"You're absolutely alluring, Ana." He reassures me and I give him a small grin. Pregnancy has truly changed my body and I have lost some confidence, but Christian is always so reassuring.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Grey. Now, I think you have too much clothing on." We smirk at each other and I unbutton his jeans and pull them off with his boxers. We stand, completely exposed to each other, and Christian leans over turning off the water.
"In you go, Mrs. Grey." He leads me into the steaming water. It momentarily stings, but it also soothes me. Christian climbs in and sits opposite of me. He picks up one of my feet and begins to massage it.
"Your feet are swollen." He notes, examining my overly-large foot.
"That's a side-effect of pregnancy." I state matter-of-factly and he shakes his head, but continues massaging.
"That actually feels heavenly." I tell him and he smiles. He kisses my big toe before putting that foot back into the scalding water. He picks up my other and begins to massage it just like the other.
"So, about Phoebe's name…" Christian begins and I listen intently.
"We need to pick a middle name." He finishes, staring into my blue eyes. I nod and begin to scan over some names I have been thinking of.
"You know, Phoebe Ella is beautiful." I state and Christian freezes, dropping my foot in the water. I slightly pout and Christian glares at me.
"No, Anastasia." He sighs and I pick my foot back up out of the water and point it at him. He giggles at me and begins to massage it again.
"Phoebe Kate." I try again and Christian looks at me like I've grown another head.
"After Katherine?! No." He answers and I half-giggle. Finally, I think of a name Christian might agree with.
"Phoebe Grace." I declare and he snaps his head to attention and beams at me.
"I adore that, Ana." He looks so joyful and I know immediately that our girl is Phoebe Grace Grey. I say it aloud and Christian smiles at me.
"Beautiful name. Fit for a princess." He chuckles and I reflect his beaming smile. It is beautiful and I am so amazed at how our little Phoebe has already ensnared our hearts.
I notice a pink razor on the edge of the bath. I pick it up, knowing I must shave my armpits. Christian gives me a knowing smile and my eyes widen.
"No. No. No way!" I exclaim and he pouts.
"Ana, you can't even see to shave anyway. Please let me." I shake my head and sigh. Christian is absolutely the most kinkiest person I've ever met… well he's the only person I know on an intimate level.
"Just... please be careful." He lights up like Christmas and I hand him the razor. This brings back so many memories from forever ago. I can't help but smile. Christian applies some shaving cream and begins to slowly pull the razor across me. This time, I watch him. It's kind of hot, watching him do this to me. He continues to shave another path and he concentrates hard on the task at hand. I giggle, watching his brow furrow as he slowly slides the razor across for a third time. He glances up.
"Is something funny, Mrs. Grey?" He asks and I nod sheepishly.
"Yes. You." I smile and he shakes his head and goes back to his task. After a few minutes, he admires his job and I feel the muscles in my stomach yearning for him.
"Touch me, Christian." I command and he shoots his eyebrows up in surprise, then gives me a wicked grin.
"I'd be all too happy to, Mrs. Grey." He smirks as he enters two fingers into me. I surrender to his rhythm, and feel him working me. I moan his name, and my words are lost in the stunning bathroom on the soon-to-be-owned-by-the-Grey's yacht.