CHAPTER 14
ALL CREDIT TO ELJ
ANA
"So, you're pissed because he's on his way to defend your honor. He's going to tell his mama off for the things she said you and you're pissed about it? Am I getting that right?" Jose asks me as we're both crammed into our tiny bathroom at home. I watch as he puts moisturizer on his face as he's getting ready for his date with Scott.
"It's more complicated than that. I don't want to come between him and his mother. I've sorta been where he's at, and it didn't work out well for me. My mother is dead, and I can never tell her that I forgive her. I don't want him to go through that."
"Wait? Did I miss something? Is Dr. Bitch dead?" Jose is now tweezing his eyebrows.
"No, idiot! Why are you always missing the point?"
"I'm just saying! Mean bitches like her live forever. The point is that this is not about you. You know it. I know it. Christian Grey knows it and even Dr. Bitch knows it. Give the man a medal for standing up for you though, Ana. He has balls. He won't let anyone mess with you. Hell, give him a blow job to go with his shiny new medal. From what you told me, his mama has had it coming."
"Maybe she did, but you didn't see how pissed he was when he left. I just don't want him to say or do anything he'll regret. We all know how complicated relationships can be with our parents."
Jose looks at me and nods.
"I get it. You and Carla, and me and my own mother who can't accept the fact that I like to have sex with men. I don't know what G-Money's mother's problem is, but that bitch had it coming. You won't find me feeling sorry for her ass. Now, how do I look?"
"Why so much black? You look like a damn priest." I tell him after looking at him wearing black jeans and a black button down shirt. "Anyway, I was so mad at him, Jose. I begged him not to go and for him to take me home with him instead, but he just walked out and left me standing there. I'm going to tell his ass off when I see him again."
"Gurl, you know I have a priest fetish." I roll my eyes at him as he cackles. "You know he's probably on his way here right now, and I bet he wants to tell you off for not waiting in his office. Give the man a break, Ana. Who knows what went down with his mom, but he'll need your support, not your bitchy ass attitude. I know how you can get, but I don't think he's the type who'll put up with your stank attitude. He'll just spank you instead." And he walks out of the bathroom without saying another word. I jump off the sink that I was sitting on and make my way back to the living room. Just as I'm about to turn on the television, I hear a loud banging on the door.
"Anastasia! Open the damn door," Christian yells from the other side of the door. I walk over and turn the knob to find him standing there. He's dressed just as he had been earlier, but his hair is a mess. It's almost as if he's been pulling on it for the past hour. His tie is loose, and his jacket looks wrinkled, but it's his face that gives me pause. He's not angry like he was when he left a few hours ago. Instead he looks hurt, broken even.
Without saying another word, I jump into his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. I breathe a sigh of relief when his strong arms encircle me. I lean into him full, putting all my weight on him. He squeezes me so tight and I just let him.
Not even Jose clearing his throat causes us to move from the doorway.
"Yeah, Ana. You told him, girl," Jose teases, throwing my earlier words back in my face. "If you all will excuse me, my date is waiting for me. Someone as good looking as I am should be out and about so I can be seen and appreciated by the public. Anything else would be a tragedy."
We still don't move from the entrance of the apartment. Christian pulls back, puts both hands on my face and kisses me gently on the lips.
Jose gets impatient and just squeezes past us.
"Have fun kids. Ana, I won't be home tonight so don't wait up." We don't even acknowledge him as he leaves the apartment building.
I finally walk inside, and Christian follows me. I stand in the middle of the apartment. He comes and stands directly in front of me.
"Siren," he says, looking at me again. After getting home, I showered and changed into a pair of short shorts and a tank top. The shorts are torn in the front and are so short that the pockets are longer than the actual shorts.
His eyes linger on my breasts, and my nipples harden instantly.
"I told you to wait for me in my office. We have plans to go to the marina. Go change because if you go out like that, I'm going to end up in jail."
The nerve of this man. He left me standing in the damn kitchen at work after I told him that I love him, and how he wants to issue orders.
"Dictatorial," I say.
He grabs my arm and pulls me into his body. His hand rests directly on my ass, which he squeezes.
"Possessive," he says before kissing me so hard, I know my lips will bruise. I kiss him back just as fiercely.
"Why didn't you do like you were told?" He asks once he finally breaks the kiss.
"Do as I'm told? I didn't realize I was a kid."
"We made plans, Anastasia."
"And I told you if you went over to your mother's house, guns blazing, I wasn't going to go with you," I say as I step out of his arms. I stand a few feet away and cross my arms.
"That's bullshit. You are going so go change."
"What happened, Christian? Tell me how things went with your mother."
He comes back and stands directly in front of me again. He looks at me from head to toe and I can see how his eyes darken as they remain on my breasts. My nipples are like little pebbles of hardness, and I feel the moisture pool between my legs. He takes another step, invading my space totally. He pushes me against the wall and devours my mouth again. I give in to the kiss, tasting all of him. He takes my leg, lifts it and rests it against his hip as he continues to explore my mouth with his.
I let out a loud groan as he puts his other hand in my hair. He massages my scalp before lowering his hand to my neck, rubbing soothing circles.
"Baby," he whispers against my mouth. I never thought I'd like being called baby, but I love hearing him call me that. "My siren," he says and all I can do is moan.
Our spell is abruptly broken when his phone starts to vibrate. He gives me a few pecks on the lips before he breaks the kiss completely to look at his phone. He doesn't answer it, though. He just puts it on silent and puts it back in his pocket.
"Elliot," is all he says.
"Maybe you should call him back."
"Later. I'll call him later. Where's your bedroom? I want you so fucking bad." He looks around the small apartment looking for the bedroom.
"Only one bedroom here. I sleep on the couch."
"That thing? It looks lumpy."
"That's because it's broken," I say. He looks at the couch and shakes his head.
"Go change, siren. Let's get you fed."
I take a seat on the couch and pat the seat next to me. He sighs in defeat and sits next to me. I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers together and I rest my head on his shoulder.
"You know I love you, don't you, Christian?"
He looks at me in awe as she slowly nods.
"It's surreal to hear you say that, Ana. I love you, too."
"Please talk to me. Tell me what happened."
For the next fifteen minutes, I sit in stunned silence as Christian recounts everything that just took place this afternoon. I ask myself how the mother of someone so incredible can be such a damn bitch to him. He really tries to appear stoic and unaffected by what happened, but having been there myself, I know all of that is a façade. When he finally finishes talking, I throw myself in his arms and hug him as tightly as I can. He hugs me back, and we stay like this for several minutes, neither one of us talking.
I pull back and put both hands on his face, forcing him to lock eyes with me.
"Christian, you can't kick your mother out of your life. Please, don't do it. I don't want to be responsible for that."
"Ana, this has absolutely nothing to do with you. I repeat, this is not about you. This has been coming for a long time. I thought I explained all of that before I left. I just can't deal with her judgments anymore."
"I know how you feel, Christian. I really do, but I live with so much regret every single day. I don't want that for you. My mother and I both said things that neither one of us can never take back, but you and your mom are still here. You can fix whatever it is that's going on between you."
He runs his hands through his hair and lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I just can't do it right now, Ana. I've tried, and it doesn't work. She doesn't look at me the same since, and you know what? I could deal with that. As hard as it is, I could, but what I can't deal with are the judgements and her barbs. Those things she said to you are unforgivable. Had she apologized and offered to come apologize to you, maybe we could have moved forward, but she demeaned you again right to my face. That's when I knew I had to walk away. I finally realized today that no matter what I do, she will never forgive me for what happened. She will use anything and anyone to remind me how much I fucked up and embarrassed her."
"I don't want to be the cause of you severing your relationship with your mother! I don't care about what she said to me! I know I'm not a whore. I know I'm not sleeping with you for money or clothes. And I sure as fuck know you didn't pay my college tuition, so what does it matter? Go back there and make up with our mother for goodness sakes!" I stand up from the couch then and go pour myself a glass of wine. I pour one for Christian too, thinking he might need it.
He looks nervous as he takes the glass of wine from me. I see him grimace after taking a sip. I almost laugh at the thought of him drinking my five dollar bottle of chardonnay from Target. He puts the glass down on the coffee table and gives the offending wine a dirty look.
"Siren, about that tuition," he begins as he stands up to face me.
I feel a prickle in the back of my neck.
"What about it?" I ask slowly.
"I did pay it," he says quickly.
"What!"
"I paid your tuition," he says confidently. He takes the glass of wine from my hand, puts it down and grabs my hands.
"No! You couldn't have. You knew nothing about that." I try to pull my hands from his, but he holds on tight.
"Well, I did know about it and I took care of it," he says arrogantly.
I think back to how strange the meeting at the bursar's office was, and how I could hardly get any answers to my questions.
"And the stipend?" I ask.
"That was me too."
"Why?" I ask incredulously. I try to move my hands from his again, but he won't let go.
"Why? Because you needed me to. You needed money, so I took care of it. It's that simple, baby."
This time I manage to yank my hands from his.
"I'm not one of your damn charities, Christian. I was going to find a way to pay for my own damn tuition. And you just hand me twenty five thousand dollars? I've already spent about half of it. How on earth am I supposed to pay you back? I'll give you the other half back tomorrow. I don't need charity and I don't need pity. I can take care of myself like I always have!" I turn from him then and walk away. It's a tiny apartment, so I open the bathroom and door and go in. He's inside before I can shut the door.
I sit on the sick and he comes to stand in front of me, having the audacity to look angry at me.
"First of all, you are not a fucking charity. I would never think that about you. I know you can take care of yourself, but I thought you might appreciate a little help. You were struggling, and I helped the woman I love. I will make zero apologies for that. None." He's looking at me right in the eye now, daring me to fight him on it.
"You didn't love me when you did that. We weren't even together," I remind him as I call him out on his bullshit.
"You're going to tell me how I felt now? I loved you then. I'm even crazier about you now, though." He walks closer to me and puts both hands on my thighs as he softly kisses my neck.
"You loved me before we were together?"
He nods.
"Probably since the first time I saw you. So, yes, I stepped in and helped. I'd do it again if I had to."
"Christian, you're incredible, do you know that?" I whisper. "But, what about all that stuff you said to me about lying by omission? How that's not how relationships work, and all this time you were keeping this from me? What kind of double standard is that? At least I apologized for keeping what your mother said to me from you."
"Do you love me?" What the hell does that have to do with anything.
"You know I do," I tell him as he leaves wet kisses on my neck.
"If the situation were reversed, would you let me struggle if you could so easily help me?"
"Of course not, but I would have at least told you about the money."
He looks at me and arches an eyebrow.
"Really? Would you have? I don't think you would. You would have done what you thought best, just like you did when you failed to tell me about my mother. We've both kept things from each other. Let's make a pact not to do that anymore, okay? I promise not to lie by omission anymore, but I don't apologize for being there for you when you needed me. Can you do the same?" Now, he's lowered his head back to my neck and starts sucking at the base of my neck and shoulders and I can hardly form a coherent thought. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and all I want to do is get naked so he can fuck me until I passed out.
"Ok, I can do that," I manage to croak out before he kisses my mouth. I'd give anything to be able to put my hands on his chest and unbutton his shirt, but I know I can't. Instead, I reach for his belt with the intention of getting him naked, but he stops me.
"Not here. I want to take my time and make you come for hours." I bite my lip and whimper at his husky tone. "But not in this bathroom and definitely not on that couch. Let's forget about the damn marina and go home instead. I'll take you to the marina this weekend." I wanted to tell him that I could give a shit about the marina, and that I only want to wrap myself around his body.
"Let's go," is all I can manage to say. He lifts me off the counter, grabs my hand and walks me back to the living room where I only manage to grab my purse. He doesn't even give me time to pack a bag. Instead, he reminds me that I have everything I will need at his place.
Thankfully, the drive back to his house takes only about half an hour. He covers my hand with his as I rest my hand on his thigh. Throughout the entire drive, I can see the outline of his hard dick in his pants.
As soon as we step inside the house, I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. His lips are on mine in no time, forcing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. I taste him as I run both hands through his hair, pushing his face closer to mine and deepening the kiss.
As fast as possible, he makes the trek to his massive master suite. He slams the door shut with his foot. Without any warning, he tosses me on the bed before climbing on top of me, taking my nipple in his mouth through my tank top as she removes his jacket and throws it on the floor.
He leaves my breast only to remove my shorts. I quickly take off my tank top and throw it on the floor where it lands on top of his jacket. In no time at all, we are both naked and he covers my body with his.
He's all hands and wet mouth over my neck, breasts, stomach and thighs. He spreads my legs open and then he takes one leg, and tosses it over his shoulder, leaving my pussy completely exposed.
He kisses the top of my pussy before slowly licking me from bottom to the top.
"Oh, god," I say as I buck underneath him. He pins me down with his weight right before he starts nipping, biting and sucking my clit. My moans of pleasure fill the room as I writhe underneath him, calling out his name. I can feel how wet I am as he sticks two fingers inside of me as he sucks on my clit.
"Oh, shit!" I yell out as he bites gently on my clit, taking me over the edge.
"I love you. I love you. I love you," I say over and over again as I ride the waves of my orgasm.
He climbs back on top of me, kissing me so deeply, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. It's so carnal that I immediately want him inside of me.
"I love you, siren," he says against my mouth. "I'm not even close to being done with you. I want you to get on all fours and stick that ass in the air." He doesn't give me time to respond. He gets off me and grabs me as if I weigh nothing, basically putting me in the position he wants.
I should feel awkward on this bed, on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, but I don't. I feel sexy, wanted and powerful. I lay my head on a pillow and arch my back. I look behind me only to find him looking at my ass and pussy. He runs his hand lovingly along my spine before he strokes my ass and pussy.
"You look so beautiful like this, siren. I have to remember you're new at this and rein myself in. God, you're beautiful. My imagination didn't even come close." He leans in and bites me on the ass cheek. It wasn't very hard, but it wasn't gently either. I startle, but I love it.
"Do that again," I say, and he does, only harder this time. And he does it to my other cheek, making me moan in pleasure.
"You like that?" He asks as he sticks two fingers deep in my pussy.
"Yes," I say.
"Yes, sir. Say it," he commands.
I involuntarily swallow, willing my mouth to move and say those words. The words that I know will make him happy. I remember our talk about the type of relationship we would have; one where we would both try and meet the other halfway.
"Yes, sir," I say back to him. Even though he's looking at my ass when I say those words, I can still hear his breath hitch. I turn around to look at him, and I see a slight smile on his lips as he looks at me. I stick my ass out further, giving him a better view.
"Seeing you like this, waiting for me to claim you does things to me, Ana. Feel how much I want you," he says as he rubs his hard dick against my ass. He's so hard and thick against me that want to lay on my back so that he can fuck me senseless. "I want to slap your ass and leave my handprint on it before I fuck you from behind." He doesn't ask outright if he can spank me, but I know it's a request, and because I love him and told him I would try, I agree.
"Do it, Christian. I want you to."
"Are you sure?"
"Stop talking! Yes, I'm sure. I want you inside of me so bad, so if a spanking will get you inside me sooner, start spanking." He doesn't spank me right away, though. He eats my pussy from behind again, bringing me on the edge of orgasm before he abruptly stops. A few seconds later, I feel his hand on my ass. It stings, but the impact causes my clit to vibrate, turning me on even more.
He kisses me on my ass cheek before rubbing the sting away. All I can do is moan before he slaps me again on the other cheek, kisses it and rubs it. He does this over and over again, alternating between ass cheeks. His slaps aren't gentle, but each time I feel an impact, it jolts my pussy, making it wetter. By the time he's done, I'm dripping.
"Feel what you do to me," he says as he rubs the last sting out of my ass. I reach behind me and touch his dick. I try to wrap my hand around it, but he's too large and too hard. The idea that I'm responsible for making him this turned on makes me feel like a temptress. I get an idea, and before he can stop me, I quickly turn around and take him in my mouth.
He's so big and fills my mouth completely, but I do my best to take him in the back of my throat. He throws his head back and hisses at me as I continue to take him in my mouth.
"I don't want to come in your mouth, baby. Get back on your hands and knees right now." His tone is bossy and commanding, and I do as he says. He gives my cheeks another round of spanking for tempting him with my mouth before he enters me from behind.
He entered me slowly, and he's fucking me the same way. The pleasure is more than I can stand, but I know he's holding back.
"You've earned yourself another spanking. I didn't give you permission to take me in your mouth." I the idea of another spanking fuels my desire for him even more.
"Don't hold back. Faster. I want it faster," I manage to say to him as he thrusts inside of me.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! God, yes!" I yell out. That's all he needs from me. He grabs my hips, lifting me higher before he starts to pound into me. He gives each cheek another hard slap before he really starts to fuck me. He fucks me so hard the bed shakes. He fucks me so hard that my teeth chatter. He fucks me so hard that I forget my own name, but I remember his as I call it when an orgasm takes over my body.
And still, he continues to fuck me over and over again. I come one more time before he loses all control and comes inside of me, filling me with his seed. My knees turn to jelly and I collapse on the bed. He lands to top of me, his entire body on my back.
We sit there for several minutes as we catch our breath. He finally rolls off my sweaty back and pulls me to his side. I rest my head on his chest, where I can still hear his racing heartbeat.
"You okay?" He asks.
"I just had the most incredible sex and multiple orgasms with the man I love. You tell me," I sass back.
"Say it," he says, and I know exactly what he wants.
"I love you." Kiss. "I love you." Kiss. "I love you."
He closes his eyes almost as if he can't believe the words that just came out of my mouth.
"I love you, Ana. I love you so much."
"Oh, fuck," I say out loud as I crawl out of Christian's bed and make my way into his bathroom. I'm sore everywhere, but it's the naughty kind of soreness that makes me want to blush. It's the type of soreness that I wouldn't change for anything in the world.
Last night was incredible. After the spanking session, we made sweet love before he took me to a neighborhood restaurant. It was on the water and we were seated at a table outside. Afterwards, we went back to his place and made love again before falling asleep wrapped around each other.
This morning, I woke up to an empty bed, but I soon got a text from Christian telling me to wait for him on the patio off his bedroom. Quickly, I brush me teeth, freshen up and slip on a silk robe from Christian's massive closet. He comes back into the bedroom just as I'm opening the French doors to the patio.
I hold the door open for him as he carries a tray full of delicious smelling food. I resist the urge to grab his ass as he walks past me, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I'd hate for him to drop the food.
He tells me to take a seat and he places a plate filled with what looks like eggs scrambled with ham, cheese and green peppers. He also has bacon, toast, orange juice and coffee. He takes a seat next to me and pulls me in for a deep kiss.
"You look so beautiful in the morning. I love how flushed your cheeks are, and how wild your hair is," he says against my mouth. I smile and give him one more kiss.
"It must be all the great sex," I say to him as I sip my orange juice. I offer him a sip from my glass, and he takes it.
"Let's eat," he says.
"This looks and smells great. You're quite the cook, Christian Grey," I say in complete awe of his breakfast cooking skills. His only response is a shy smile. We eat in silence, kissing between bites and feeding each other.
"It's Elliot," Christian says when his phone starts to vibrate. "He's been trying to call me since yesterday, so I have to take this," he says before answering the phone and putting Elliot on speaker
"It's about time you answer, asshole," is Elliot's greeting to his brother. I let out a small laugh.
"Is that Ana?" He asks.
"It better be Ana," I say back.
"Oh, she sounds like she can kiss your ass, bro. Man, I'm jealous. I'm still so fucking horny." Christian and I both laugh at him.
"Nobody cares about your horniness, Elliot," Christian says.
"What happened to your plan to get laid at Gail and Taylor's wedding?" I ask.
"Oh, man. It was working great. I was flirting with this sexy little blonde, but Taylor told me he would beat my face in if I messed with anyone at his wedding. Anyway, what are you two lovebirds doing?" He asks.
"Just eating the breakfast that Christian made for us," I say to him. "Are you ok, Elliot?" I ask when he starts to cough. His coughing stops, and he starts to laugh uncontrollably.
"The breakfast that Christian made? Christian Grey? My brother, Christian?" He asks while he continues to laugh. Christian grabs the phone and takes him off speaker. He kisses my forehead before going inside to talk to Elliot.
I just shrug everything off and continue to eat.
"Everything ok?" I ask Christian a few minutes later when he comes back from the bedroom.
"Yeah, just Elliot being Elliot. He wanted to have lunch, but I'll be gone all day." I do a dramatic pout when he reminds me he'll be at a meeting all day.
"I'll miss you," I say, and he smiles.
"Come, baby. I want us to take a bath before we go see your house, and I have to put some moisturizer on that fine ass of yours."
I asked Christian to come see the house with me today since I took the day off to do some last minute things before I officially move into the house in a few days.
"My ass is fine. You took care of it last night." After our first session last night, we showered and then put cream on my ass, even though I told him it wasn't necessary.
"Come on, baby. Hurry up! I have to be at my meeting by ten. I'm going to leave Prescott with you. She'll take you to run any errands and will bring you back here when you're done." He leans down and kisses my cheek as I apply some lip gloss. It started to rain as soon as we ate breakfast, so I'm in a pair of very expensive jeans that I found in the closet, and a black cold shoulder top.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" I blush at the compliment and put down my lip gloss.
"You're biased because you love me." I wrap my arms around his neck and get on my tippy toes. He kisses me so hard and deep that I'll have to reapply my lip gloss.
"You have no idea how much I love you. Now, come on. I need to check out this house." He slaps me on the ass before walking out of the bathroom.
I follow him out, grab my purse and follow him to the garage, where Sawyer and Prescott are waiting for us. Sawyer drives us, and this Prescott person follows in a different car.
I'm nervous when we pull up to the house. It's a beautifully landscaped ranch style house on a quiet street. Thankfully Jose has done a great job of maintaining he lawn since the house became mine.
I show Christian the outside of the house first, especially my mother's rose garden.
"Roses were her favorite, especially pink roses like this one," I say as I point out to a beautiful rose bush. "We have a garden like this in Montesano, and mom showed me how to garden when my parents were still married."
"It's beautiful, Ana. I understand now why your middle name is Rose. Your blush is almost the exact same color as this one." His words bring tears to my eyes, and all of a sudden, I miss my mother. He wraps me in his arms as I let my tears fall.
"She loved you, Ana," he whispers as he kisses the top of my head.
"I know. I loved her too. Come on. I'll show you the rest of the house."
We go inside, and the tour ends pretty quickly. The entire house could probably fit in his bathroom, with its three bedroom and 2 bathrooms. The house is completely bare, but the hardwood floors are new and Carla had installed beautiful granite counter tops. A few months ago, Ray put new cabinets in as a housewarming gift.
"Where's the fridge, baby? And you don't have a dishwasher?"
"Uncle Simon came and took the appliances out of the house before I had a chance to change the locks. I'm going to buy new appliances today thanks to that stipend," I say with a nervous laugh.
"Someone needs to teach your uncle some manners," He says. I can see him clench his jaw.
"I don't want to think about him."
"What about furniture? Do you have a bedroom set somewhere?"
I shake my head no.
"Going to buy a bed and appliances today. Jose's parents are giving us one of their old couches."
I see him close his eyes as if deep in thought. He then takes off his suit jacket and tosses it on the counter top in the kitchen.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. I walk away to go look in the master bedroom when he starts talking to Ros. I'm poking my head in my empty closet when I feel him behind me.
"Ros is going to cover my meeting."
"Why?" I ask, shocked. He told me this was an important meeting that he just couldn't miss.
"Because you need me. Listen, a decorator will be here in about an hour, and you're going to pick out everything you need to furnish this house. No arguing. Pick whatever you want. Hell, get furniture for Jose's bedroom, too. And then, when that's done, you and I are going to get you everything else you need." I start to argue, but he silences me by putting a finger on my lips.
"Enough. I love you, Ana, and I'm not going to let you struggle when I can easily help you. It's not going to happen. Fight me all you want, but I'm going to be here for you, and part of my way of being here for you, is buying you stuff. Lots of stuff. Get used to it, okay?"
"I don't want to be like-." He stops me before I even finish my sentence.
"You're nothing like that, and it offends me that you would think that. I love you, Ana. I fucking love you, and I want to do these things for you. That's it."
He then gives me the gentlest kiss on the lips. I look in his intense gray eyes and see all the love he has for me. Feel the blush creep across my cheeks as he holds my gaze.
"Can we go on a Target run after the designer leaves?" I ask shyly, biting my lip.
"A Target run? We sure can. Whatever the fuck a Target run is, we can do it."
A/N: After all the drama in the last chapter, I thought I'd give you some fluff. I hope it wasn't too boring. There will be a tiny time jump next chapter, and maybe even a little Grace. Gail is still on her honeymoon, and Christian can't even boil an egg. So, where the hell did that breakfast come from? Thanks again for reading and reviewing. Until next time.