Ana

I close my laptop and sigh. Something isn't right with Christian. He had to go to Detroit for business, we have skyped every evening for the last four days and I really miss him. But what's more so, he seems so different, so distant… sad even. I just can't take it and open my laptop again. First I check my account balance and then I try to find a cheap ticket. I need to see him, find out what is going on. Maybe it is just work that is stressing him out, but I believe it is more than that.

After almost an hour I give up. I just can't afford a ticket and of course, I'm crying again.

"Ana, darling what happened?" I hear my mother behind me and quickly wipe my tears away.

"It's nothing, just pregnancy hormones"

"Well, something must have happened to make you cry, pregnant or not." My mom says and sits down next to me.

"It's just, I miss Christian and he won't be back before next week. He seems different, mom… I'm worried about him and I was thinking about flying down to Detroit to see him… but I can't afford a ticket." I tell her and she hugs me.

"Why don't you go and take a nice long bath. I bought a really nice bath oil, it will help you relax a bit." She says and I nod. This may not help me with figuring out what is going on with Christian, but at least it will help me relax a bit.

An hour later I get back into my bedroom and frown when I find my mom going through my drawers and putting things into a duffel bag.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you pack. I checked the weather forecast and it is freezing in Detroit." She says.

"But I can't afford to go."

"Really, that's funny, what's lying on your desk then?" She asks and I grab the cheat of paper. When I see that it is a booking confirmation for plane tickets I'm in tears again.

"Mom, you didn't have to do this, I know you need your money…"

"Hush darling, you know, Bob used to take me to so many different places that I still have tons of air miles, so I used them to buy your tickets. I have already called Sawyer and he booked himself on the same flight, he also informed Taylor that you will arrive in the early evening, though he won't tell Christian, so it will be a surprise for him." She says and I hug my mom.

"Thank you, mom."

The next day I leave work around noon, since I'm only working part-time until my maternity leave starts. Sawyer drives us to the airport and I'm really glad when after four hours we arrive in Detroit and he drives us to Christian's hotel. Taylor let us know that I won't need to book myself a room, because Christian's suite has two bedrooms. He also let the front desk know that we would arrive today, so we wouldn't have any troubles to get into the suite.

Once inside Sawyer leaves to get settled in his room and I know I still have about two hours left before Christian will be back. Since the suite comes with a kitchen and everything, I call the front desk to ask if there is a supermarket nearby so I can buy some things to cook dinner and I'm surprised when they tell me to just tell them what I need and the kitchen would send it up to the suite for me.

As soon as I have everything I need I start to cook my famous lasagna for us along with some dinner rolls and a salad. Just when everything is ready I hear the door open.

"I don't give a fuck Taylor, I told you it's set, I'm leaving on Tuesday at latest." He hisses and slams the door shut.

"God damn fucking hell hole of a city!" He mutters under his breath.

"Bad day?" I ask and step around the corner. Christian stops mid stride, his hand still on his tie to loosen it. His eyes widen in surprise and when I smile at him and step closer, he closes the distance and pulls me into his embrace.

"Oh my god, please be real, I have missed you so much:" He murmurs into my hair and I look up at him.

"I missed you too, so I've decided to come here for the weekend…. Is everything alright? You seemed off when we talked, I was worried."

"I'm fine now… it's just this town… a lot of bad memories." He says and I frown.

"I was born here, Ana." He says and I hug him even tighter.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, you being here is all I need… is that food I'm smelling?"

"Yup, I've made lasagna, dinner rolls and salad."

"Perfect, can I change really quick?"

"Sure, I get everything ready in the meantime." I reply and watch him leave. I had no idea that he has born here, I just assumed he was from Seattle, but now it really starts to make sense, being back must have brought up a lot of bad memories for him, so I hope me being here is the distraction he needs right now.

After we had dinner, we are both pretty tired, so we just talk for a little while and then both go to bed, but I wake up in the middle of the night when I hear footsteps outside my room.

I get up and open the door to find Christian who is pacing the hallway in his pj bottoms.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up… I can't sleep… I thought by making my peace with Ella the nightmares were gone for good, but since I'm here they are back with a vengeance." He says and rubs his face.

"Wait, you've been here for four days and you haven't slept ever since?" I ask concerned.

"All in all maybe four hours." He says and I shake my head.

"That's not enough, come lay down with me, you need to sleep." I hold out my hand to him, but he hesitates.

"I can't, my nightmares can be violent… I would never forgive myself if I ended up hurting you in my sleep."

"Christian, I trust you, I know you would never hurt me, not even in your sleep. Please come to bed." I continue to hold my hand out to him and finally he takes it.

We walk back into the bedroom I'm sleeping in and lay down in bed.

"I don't have any appointments on Sunday, I want to see Ella's grave, will you come with me?" He asks after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, do you know where she is buried?"

"Yes, my father told me."

"Good, then we can go together, try to sleep now." I say quietly because he looks so tired, he can barely keep his eyes open and soon he is asleep.

I stay awake and just watch him, ready to wake him if he has another nightmare and soon he seems distressed in his sleep. He starts to move around and his lips are moving, but I can't make out what he is saying. For a second I'm unsure of what to do, but when he starts to twist and turn I kneel up in bed and grab his shoulders.

"Christian, wake up, you are dreaming." I say rather loudly and his eyes snap open, so I let go of his shoulders and sit back on my heels.

"Did, I hurt you?" He asks immediately.

"No, but you were having a nightmare."

"I know, fuck… it's like this city is punishing me for coming back." He says and he locks so tired and lost that it hurts me to see him like this.

"Maybe it's because being here brought back memories you have pushed away for far too long."

"Yes, maybe… you need to sleep, Ana. I'll go back to my room." He says, but for some reason, I don't want him to leave, so I grab his wrist to stop him from getting up and look up at him.

"Stay."

"Ana, you need to sleep and…" I don't let him finish and instead lean in closer and kiss him.

"Make love to me, Christian." I whisper against his lips. That's all the invitation he needs within a second he kisses me back feverishly, sending tingling waves through my body.

While we continue to kiss, I lean back until I'm resting with my head on the pillow and him above me, never breaking the kiss, while his hands have found their way under my nightgown.

I want to touch him too so badly, but refrain myself and instead place my hands above my head where he can see them, because I don't want to ruin this moment by accidently touching him.

He breaks the kiss to take my sleep shirt off and continues to kiss me down my neck, along my collarbone and down to my breasts. I can feel my nipples tighten when he gently blows against them and moan when he takes one in his mouth, the feel of it travels all the way down to my core in heated waves, but he continues his way down south and I jump a little when he kisses the scar on my belly, where I needed to have surgery.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks looking up into my eyes.

"No, it's just really sensitive." I whisper and he kisses it again and continues to kiss every inch of my torso until he has reached his goal and his tongue flicks over my sex, sending shivers all over my body. When he continues his sweet assault, I find myself unable to stop moving or be quiet and much to my delight he doesn't say anything about it like he would have done just a few months ago when I was his sub and he was my Dom.

"You are so wet, baby… always ready for me." He says and if I'm not mistaken there is wonder in his voice.

"It's because I want you so much… oh god… ohhhh…" I moan, when he starts to suck on my clit and pushes one finger inside me.

"I want you too, baby." He whispers against me and continues to bring me to the brink of orgasm, but just when I'm about to cum, he stops and instead kisses his way back up my body, until he is hovering over me, smiling at me as I pout.

"All in good time, baby. I want to feel you cum, while I'm buried deep inside of you." He says and kisses me as he enters me in one swift move and that is my undoing, my body arches off the bed and I moan into his mouth as my body convulses in waves of pleasure.

When the aftershocks of my orgasm slowly subside, I open my eyes and he is smiling down at me.

"Hey ready for more?"

"I always want more with you." I reply and his answering smile is glorious, as he starts to move deep inside of me.

"Touch me, Ana." I hear him whisper into my ear and gasp.

"But…."

"Touch me, please." He repeats and a little hesitantly I rest my hands on his shoulders and let them travel down his back. I watch his face as I touch him and for a second he seems to tense, but relaxes into my touch, as we continue in perfect sync until I climax again with him at the same time.

A few minutes later I cuddled up against him and he has his hand over mine, which is resting over his heart on his chest… where I was never allowed to touch him.

"I never thought I would ever be in love… I didn't even believe that I am capable of loving someone… and then you came into my life. I knew I had to have you, I was obsessed with you, crazy about you and still, I didn't think it was love or allowed myself to see the depth of the feelings I have for you… and then I nearly lost you. I sat with you for some many hours while you were in a coma, tried to come up with something to let you know how I feel about you… something you may be able to feel even in a coma. So, I took you hand and placed it on my chest. At first, I felt the same burn I always feel when someone touches me, but slowly is subsided and turned into something different… it… it felt right, like you touching me was something that is meant to be… I don't want any boundaries between us Ana. This is me, all of me and I'm all yours." He says making me cry and smile at the same time as I lean over to kiss him.

"I love you, Christian Grey… so, so much." I whisper and he smiles the most adorable shy smile, before he pulls me closer to him and kisses my temple.

"I love you too, baby, now try to sleep." He says softly and as soon as I have closed my eyes, I feel so safe in his arms that I fall asleep immediately.

When I wake up, the room is bathed in soft light and Christian is sleeping peacefully behind me, with his arms and legs wrapped around me to hold me close.

My gaze finds the clock on the wall and I gasp. It's almost noon and I know that Christian has a lunch meeting in a little over an hour.

"Christian, wake up." I whisper and try to turn around to face him, but he only holds on to me tighter in his sleep.

"Christian… you need to wake up, you are running late for your appointment." I say a little louder and feel him stir behind me.

"What?" I hear him murmur as he kisses my shoulder.

"It's almost noon, you have to get up or you will be running late for you meeting." I repeat, slightly distracted by his hands that are all over my body.

"Noon?" He calls out and sits up straight in bed. "Fuck, I'm going to be late, sorry baby, I need to hurry." He says in a rush and I'm treated to fine sight of naked Christian jumping out of bed and hurrying out of my bedroom to get ready.

I decide to get up too, put my sleep shirt back on and use the bathroom before I head into the kitchen where I fill two travel mugs with coffee and make some fruit salad as quick breakfast for Christian. I've just put it into a plastic container when Taylor enters the suite and Christian comes rushing out of his bedroom ready to conquer the business world.

"Here, take this," I hand Christian one of the travel mugs with coffee and the small container of fruit salad along with a fork, before handing the second travel mug to Taylor.

"Thanks baby, I try to be quick. Do you have plans?"

"No, it's too cold to go out, so I'll just wait for you."

"Get pampered, the hotel has a spa, just put the bill in my name." He says kisses me and with that both men leave.

After I have ordered myself a late breakfast, I take a shower and get ready for the day, but an hour into watching crap TV, I decide to at least check out the spa. I'm not really into all of the pampering, but a mani/pedi would be nice, so I call the front desk to find out if they offer something like that and the receptionist schedules me in, so I can go right down to get my nails done.

The beauty technician tries to get me sold on getting a full body massage, but since I can't lay on my stomach anymore and the fact that the only have two male masseuses on duty today I pass on her offer and instead ask Sawyer to head to a nearby supermarket with me, where I buy all the ingredients I need to make dinner for Christian and I.

Finally, around six in the evening, he returns, but is yelling at someone on the phone. Just looking at him, I can tell that he is really stressed out and in desperate need to release some stress.

"Two more minutes." He mouths at me and I smile at him and decide to be a bit naughty, so I take my dress off and walk over to him just in my bra and panties and drop to my knees. His eyes widen when I look up at him and reach up to undo his fly, but he gives me a look that clearly says that he is game, so I reach into his boxer briefs and free his cock.

While I am stroking him, I have to bite the insides of my cheeks, because even though he is already rock hard in my hands he is still giving the poor person on the receiving end of his angry phone call hell. When I see the first drops of pre-cum on the tip of his cock I spread it around with my thumb and lean forward to take him into my mouth. While I pleasure the head of his erection with my mouth, I feel him lean over me and he unhooks my bra with one hand, so I wiggle my shoulders a bit until the straps come down and let the bra fall to the floor between us.

As soon as he ends the call, I go all in, deep-throating him repeatedly, while his hands are cupping my head, guiding me up and down on his cock. When I take him in all the way to the root, he makes a sound deep in his throat that is so sexy, I feel my already damp panties getting even more damp.

"Oh fuck, can you do that again?" He moans and I take him deep into my mouth, relax my throat and swallow, allowing myself to take him in all the way. I do it twice more and he gets really loud, louder than I have ever heard him before.

"That's so good, baby… fuck… no more, I want to cum inside you." He damn near growls and when I release him from my mouth, he pulls me up, rips my panties off me and lifts me so I'm on the couch with him, kneeling over his hard cock.

I reach between us and guide him to my entrance so I can lower myself down on him, when he is fully inside me, I wrap my arms around his neck and slowly start to move, while he grabs me hips and we kiss.

At first I move slowly, but he urges me to move faster which I do, until we both find our release and he holds me close to him, while I try to get my rapid breathing under control.

"Thank you, baby… that was just what needed."

"Are they still making things difficult?" I ask and rest my head on his chest.

"They want more money, but have no grounds to justify their demands. I gave them a deadline until Tuesday, if they don't take my offer until then it's hostile takeover time. I'm so done with them trying to fuck me over." He says and kisses the top of my head.

"As if they would stand a chance." I say with a smile and get up.

"Hey, whatever happened to cuddling after sex?" He asks with a boyish grin when I put my dress back on.

"I had no idea that you are a cuddler, Mr. Grey, but we can cuddle all you like later, because now I have to check on our food." I say with a smile and head into the kitchen of the suite, where I get the chicken out of the oven, get the veggies off the stove and set up the table so we can eat, while Christian freshens up before dinner.

The next day we spent the morning in bed and get ready to visit Ella's grave. Christian seems tense, but I know this is something he needs to do, so Taylor drives us to the cemetery and we visit a flower shop, that is right next to it, to get some flowers.

We walk for about twenty minutes until we find her grave. To our surprise, she has a beautiful headstone and the grave must have been looked after over the years.

"Did your mother have any friends or relatives who would look after her grave?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"No, I don't think so." He murmurs and picks up a really pretty looking stone that was lying on top of the headstone.

"Of course, she would do that." He says with a smile.

"Who?"

"My mother, Grace, she must have looked after Ella's grave all these years. She collects stones… it's some kind of weird hobby, but when she sees a nice looking pebble or stone she takes it with her. I think this one is from the beach at the Hamptons." He says and places it back on the headstone.

"I'll wait over there by the bench." I let him know, because I feel like he needs some privacy to really say the things to her he wants to say. So I stroll over to a nearby wooden bench and watch Christian as he stares at the grave for a long time and finally places the flowers he has bought on the ground. He looks at the headstone for a few more minutes and I think he is saying something, but I'm too far away to be sure.

When he returns, he is smiling and sits down next to me.

"So, how do you feel after visiting her grave?" I ask and he takes my hand in his.

"Better, somehow lighter… it feels like with me being here, telling her goodbye… I don't know, I guess this chapter of my life has become full circle now and I can move to a new and much happier chapter." He says and places his hand on my belly.

I'm so glad that I have decided to come to Detroit to see Christian, because even though we still have a lot of things to work out, I know now without a doubt that we can make it as a couple…