Fifty Shades…Full Circle

Chapter 25

A/N: Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, here in the States, I wanted to post early today before I begin to dive knee deep into pie baking. Thank you again so very much for taking the time to leave a review. I am thankful for each and every one of you out there.

Breakfast is finished and everyone is down stairs getting into something. I think they are outside. Daddy wanted to take Fred down to the water and see if he could swim, since he's part Lab, supposedly. Who knows what Fred is? Cute mainly. I'm so glad he decided to stay the entire week. I'm going to hate to see him go. I want to see what those pictures look like. Looking out the window I check to make sure everyone is accounted for. Yep there they all are. I guess it's safe to open this box. I get the scissors and cut through the packing tape and open the cardboard shipping container. Then I remove all of the bubble wrap and see three wrapped pictures. Three? Jose was supposed to take pictures of the kids. I struggle to pull them out. Taking the brown paper wrapping off the first one, I just want to cry. It's just so beautiful. There's my Grace in her pink overalls. Well the photos are black and white, but I know they're pink. It's a close up of her face and she's wearing the cutest grin. Her hair is windblown and she just looks so carefree and happy. I wish she could always be this way.

Now let me see what this next one is. I strip away the paper. It's my sweet Teddy. I remember when this was taken. He was playing ball and he was waiting to swing at the ball. He has a determined little look on his face, trying to concentrate on the ball. I can almost see the sweat on his little brow. Why can't they stay little? I don't want them to grow up and have to deal with all the shit out there. I want them to stay with me and Christian and let us protect them.

Oh, well. I'm anxious to see what this third one is. I strip away the paper on the final picture. It brings tears to my eyes. I don't know when Jose took this. It's got all of us in there. It's Teddy, Grace, Christian and me. He must have taken it after Christian got home. We are down by the water and the sun is getting low. Christian is carrying Grace in one arm and has his other around me. Teddy is throwing something out into the water, probably a rock or a stick. How does Jose do this? He always knows just the instant to freeze in time. This is priceless. I'd better get them back in the box before Christian comes up here. After quickly getting them wrapped up and back in the box, I seal it and then shove it in behind my clothes in the closet. Christian isn't the nosey type. He won't go looking for anything, but he'd look in it if he saw it.

I need to get back down stairs. Daddy is leaving today and I want to spend as much time with him as I can. I really hate to see him go. I know he says he's fine living in his house, but I wish he would move here with us. Something could happen to him and he'd be all alone. I hate to think about him being all by himself.

As I hit the bottom step of the staircase I can hear the crew coming back in the house. Christian has Grace and Teddy is carrying Fred who is sopping wet and wrapped in a towel. Dad has stopped in the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

"Well how did Fred do?" I ask them.

"He did good, Mom." Teddy is all smiles. "He can swim like a fish."

"You look like you've been swimming yourself," his pants are soaked and he is barefooted. "And where are your shoes?"

"Uhh. I guess I left them outside. I'm sorry." He looks sheepish. "I'll go back out and get them."

"Wait, Ted I got them for you." Christian holds up his hand and he has Teddy's shoes hanging from his fingers. "Here you can take them to your room."

"Well, I'd better go on up and get my stuff together," Dad looks almost like he doesn't want to leave.

"Are you sure you have to leave Daddy?" I move over and wrap my arm around him.

"Yep. I need to get back and check on the house and Fred is going to be spoiled rotten if I don't get him out of here." Poor Teddy looks like he wants to cry at the thought of Fred leaving.

Daddy turns to go upstairs and Christian yells after him, "Ray. Yell at me when you get packed and I'll get your things down to the car for you."

"Thank you, Christian."

My father gets his things packed and Christian helps him get his car packed. Myra fixes him a coffee for the road and brings it out to him. "Goodbye Mr. Steele. I was nice meeting you." She gives him a nice smile as she walks back to the house.

"That Myra..."

"I know Dad. That Myra's a looker." I tell him and laugh.

"Well she's a nice lady too," he grins.

"I'm glad she was nice to you."

Teddy is still holding Fred. "Well Ted, I hate to do it, but I guess I need to put Fred in the car."

Teddy reluctantly hands over the puppy and I can see his little chin tremble. He puts his little arms around me and buries head in my waist. "Hey, baby, Fred will come to visit again."

"I know," he says as he wipes away his tears. I give my dad a hug and Christian gives him one too. Then he gets in his car and he and Fred disappear down the drive. Teddy bursts into full blown sobs.

"What is it baby?" I kneel down to hug him.

"I just miss Fred," he tells me through his little sobs.

"Oh, baby. You really got attached to Fred didn't you?" This is breaking my heart.

"Uh huh. I wish he d d didn't have t t to g g o," he stutters through his tears.

Bending down and picking him up Christian puts him on his shoulder like he was still small, as Teddy puts his legs around his dad's waist and his arms around Christian's neck and sobs into his shoulder. "Hey, Sport, Fred will come back to visit. Don't cry buddy." Christian rubs his back as we walk back to the house.

"I know, daddy. I just miss him so much. He was my friend." We walk into the house and into the family room sitting down on the sofa. Grace is playing with her doll. Daddy and Fred leaving hasn't seemed to have any effect on her. Christian is still holding Teddy like he was still his baby and Ted is curled up in his lap. Christian wipes away some of his tears. "It's okay buddy. Maybe we can get you a dog of your own. Would you like that?"

Teddy perks up a little, "Uh huh. I would. But I would still miss Fred."

"Well maybe having a dog of your own would help. We can talk about it. Having a dog is a big responsibility. It takes a lot of time to take care of him."

"I know. I took care of Fred. " He seems to perk up a little.

"Well, you think about it and we'll look into it," Christian hugs Teddy and kisses his head.

"Okay, dad." He sniffles as he wipes his tears. "Dad?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"I thought about it and I want a dog."

Christian snorts and chuckles, "Maybe we need to think about it a little longer. And think about what kind of dog you want. Big, small, fuzzy, boy, girl. There are tons of dogs out there that need a home."

"We got a good home for a dog," he smiles at Christian wiping the tears from his little face.

"Yes we do son. We've got an awfully good home for a dog." Crisis averted for now.

"Well, how do you feel Birthday Boy? Do you feel ancient? " I whisper to my husband as I wrap my arms around him in the shower.

"Ancient," he snorts. " I'll feel better once we get this dinner over with tonight. I hate all the fuss."

"I'm looking forward to seeing Mia and Ethan. They got back from Paris this week. I'm anxious to see how the honeymoon went." I kiss his wet back as we stand under the warm water falling from the ceiling. Sliding my hand around his waist and down I can see that my husband is in his usual state of readiness. "You don't feel ancient to me."

He gasps as I run my hand over his erection. "Careful. I may be ancient, but the equipment still works. Don't start anything you can't finish."

"I think I can finish. Don't I always?" I continue to trail kisses over his soft back and slide my hand up and down his soapy member.

"Seriously, baby. AHH." His breathing is hitching," I'm not sure we have time….time…for this….. Oh fuck it. We'll be late." He turns and takes me in his arms soap, water and all and seals my mouth with his. My hands glide through the slick lather and I squeeze his but cheeks in my hands.

"Don't you want a little pre-party present?" I ask him.

"I'm always up for a present," he says through a wicked grin as his hands slide up and down my soapy body.

"You're just always up period, Mr. Grey." I mumble as I trail kisses down his chest, stopping to nip his nipples with my teeth. I continue to slide my hand up and down his birthday arousal as he moans and his eyes glaze over. I continue until I feel his arms tighten around me as he melts into me and spills into my hand.

"Fuck." he gasps catching his breath. "That was fun."

"We'll get more elaborate later," I tell him.

He gives me a quick kiss," I can't wait to see you in cuffs. Nothing but cuffs." He gives me his ' I intend to fuck you' grin.

"I think we can arrange that Birthday Boy. Now let's get dressed and get this birthday party on the road."

Christian gets a pained look on his face for a second.

"Sweetie, what is it?" I ask him.

"Oh, it's just indigestion. I think I need to lay off the coffee a little. I've been drinking way too much."

"Are you sure? Is there anything I can do?" Christian rarely gets indigestion.

"Do we have anything for indigestion?"

"I think so. I'll get it for you when we get out of the shower."

"Good. I need to be able to eat Mom's birthday dinner tonight."

"You've been having indigestion a lot lately. I still think you've been worrying too much. It's probably stress." I wish I could get him to slow down.

"Anastasia, stop with the stress stuff. I'm not an old man. It's just too much coffee," he admonishes me as he rinses the soap out of his hair.

Stepping out of the shower I dry off and go to the medicine cabinet and get him some antacids and a longer acting acid blocker. "Here. Take these." I hand him the tablets and fill a glass with water for him.

He downs the pills, "Thanks babe. That should do the trick."

"I'm keeping my eye on you. I want to see that stress level come down."

"Yes, ma'am," he gives me a quick kiss. "Now if you could just get that grain delivered for me, that would help more than anything."

Getting myself dressed I decide to go a bit casual, since it's just a family get together. I get my hair back in a loose ponytail with tendrils around my face. I'm wearing a long peasant skirt with an off the shoulder loose top and have it belted with a loose leather belt that hangs at my hips. I slide into some leather sandals and very large gold hoops in my ears. I love flats, but they make me look so short next to Christian. He's so tall and lean. I think he likes me to look small for some reason.

Looking over Christian is tucking a white cotton shirt into his jeans and rolling the sleeves up a turn or two. He slides into his loafers as he fastens his watch to his wrist. His hair is almost dry, but not quite. He looks so clean and….well, hot. Damn, that man! I guess I can wait until we get home.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to go get Grace dressed, can you check on Ted for me?" I ask him.

"Got it covered," he tells me.

"I've already given Grace her bath so I just need to get her dressed. When I find her in her room she is sitting on the floor 'reading' a book in her underwear. "Come on sweetie, let's get dressed so we can go to Grandma Grace's. What do you want to wear?" Grace runs to her closet as I'm thumbing through her clothes.

"That." She points to a dress hanging in her closet.

"This?" I ask her.

"Uh huh." She nods.

"Baby that the dress you wore to Aunt Mia's wedding. You don't want to wear that."

"Uh huh. Yeth," she nods and insists.

"Sweetie pick something else. That's too fancy. It's silk and you don't want to ruin it."

She nods again,"Yeth I do. I weaw it, Mama."

"Grace we are going to be late, honey. Please pick something else."

"I weaw that one," she points her finger at the dress and gets a determined pout on her face.

"I'm not telling you again. Pick something else or I'll pick it for you," I try to be firm.

"NO! I weaw that," she insists.

I shake my head at her and pull out a sear sucker sundress and her sandals. Here it comes. I can hear her begin to tear up. It would be easier to let her wear the wedding dress, but I've said no and I need to stick by my decision. I can't give in to her all the time.

"Come here, baby." I sit on her bed and pull her over to me as I pull the dress on over her head. Her face is scarlet and her cheeks are wet with her temper fit tears. I get the back buttoned up and sit her on the bed as I put her little white socks on. As I'm trying to get her feet into her sandals, Christian stops by her room with Teddy.

"What is going on in here?" he asks, sounding irritated.

"Grace doesn't like my wardrobe choice for her," I explain.

"Well what does she want to wear?" he asks.

"The dress she wore to Mia's wedding."

"Well, let her wear it. Anything to get her to stop." I lock eyes with his and glare at him. "Or maybe she could just wear what she has on. It looks nice."

"No daddy. Don't want to weaw dis." She is crying to the point of slobbering now.

"Grace. Hush and let your mother get you dressed. We don't have time for this," he fusses at her.

"No daddy. I not hush," she shakes her head at him and thrusts out her lower lip.

Well shit. Christian freezes and looks over at her, "What did you say, young lady?" he asks her.

"I thaid NO!" she spits out and glares at Christian and Christian glares right back at her. Christian almost looks stunned. I'm not sure anyone has ever said no to him.

"Grace, you don't ever tell me or your mother, no. Do you understand me?"

"NO!" says his defiant little princess standing her ground. She's not giving an inch to her CEO father and Christian looks stunned.

"Young lady, do you want a spanking? Because I'll stop right now and give you one," he's dug in as deep as she is. Now I wish I had just let her wear the fucking dress.

Grace finally looks down and sniffles, "No." she shakes her head.

"That's better. Now get your fuc….your shoes on and let's go." Christian is still in stern mode.

"I think you should spank her, dad," Teddy offers as he stands next to Christian.

"Hush Teddy," Christian tells him.

"I'm just sayin', Dad."

"Theodore. Just hush and go downstairs." Teddy turns and stomps down the hall.

I finish getting her dressed and her hair brushed. She is still sniffling and I get a washcloth and wipe her face. "Are you finished yet?" Christian asks.

"God I hope so," I tell him as I stand up and set Grace on the floor.

Bending down Christian picks his daughter up in his arms and we head downstairs to leave.

Grace buries her head in Christian's shoulder and I see him rub her back and give her a kiss.

"You're a softie," I shake my head as we walk down the stairs.

"What?" he asks.

"Hugging and kissing her like that."

"Well, I hug and kiss you after I threaten to spank you," he grins.

"Ohhhh. That's sooo different, Mr. Grey." I roll my eyes at him as we get the kids in the back seat and I slide in the front of the A8.

We pull up at Christian's parent's home and the kids have been picking at each other the entire drive over. Christian is on his last nerve and I'm not far from it. Christian parks the car and looks at the kids in the rear view mirror.

"Okay. That's just enough. I'm tired of listening to the two of you bicker. You're going to hush and walk into that house and behave yourselves. If I have to speak to either one of you again, you'll have to deal with me when we get home. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir." Teddy mumbles.

"Uh huh." Grace says.

"What did you say Grace?" he asks.

"I thaid, uh huh, daddy," she shouts at him. He glares at her. "Yesth thur," she corrects herself.

"That's better. Now everyone put on a damn smile and let's go in the house." Christian opens his car door and we get the kids out of the car and up to the front door where Grace and Carrick are waiting for us.

"Goodness what in the world took you so long to get out of the car?" Grace asks as Christian kisses her cheek.

"Hello mother. Just some last minute instructions," he grumbles.

"I understand sweetheart. Parenthood is a wonderful thing, " she smiles at him. "Happy Birthday sweetheart."

She gives me a big hug and a kiss, "Hello, Dear."

"Hi Grace." I give out a big sigh as we pass through the door.

Carrick offers us a drink and we both choose a Hendrick's and tonic and take a seat in the family room with the rest of the clan.

I look over at Christian and he's got a sour look on his face again, "Sweetheart are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah. My stomach is just bothering me again. Can you see if mom has anything for it?" he asks me.

"Sure. I'll go see." I walk to the kitchen and Grace is giving instructions to Louise.

"Grace. I hate to interrupt, but Christian is having a bout of indigestion. Do you have anything for it?" I ask her.

"Indigestion? Goodness. He never has indigestion."

"I know. He says he's been drinking too much coffee. But personally, I think it's stress." I tell her. "He wants to know if you have anything for it."

"Well of course. Let me get it for you." She gets some tablets from the cabinet and hands them to me. "Give him these. If they don't help, tell him to come talk to me."

Walking back to the den Mia and Ethan are walking in the front door. They look wonderful, so rested and happy.

We get through dinner and hear about the honeymoon. They don't seem to even know that there are other people in the room; they are so into each other. And Kate and Elliott look much more like their old selves again; can't keep their hands off of each other. Grace and Carrick sure raised kids with healthy sexual appetites.

Christian is a bit more relaxed. He is laughing and opening his gifts. I know he hates being the center of attention, but he knows how much his family loves him and he accepts it. I can't wait to get home and give him the gifts from the kids and me. And his chocolate cake. Always his chocolate cake.

Finally Christian gathers his gifts and we round up our kids to go back home. Teddy and Grace are actually behaving themselves in the back as we make the drive back to the house.
It's dark and quiet in the car with only the occasional headlight flash from the oncoming cars to light his face. I could almost fall asleep, but our night isn't over yet. "Mia and Ethan looked good." I tell him as I reach over for his hand.

"Yeah. I guess a couple of weeks in Paris will do that for you," he snorts.

"Mia said she spent most of the time with her head in the toilet. Poor thing. I felt so sorry for her. I hate for her to remember her honeymoon like that." I look over at Christian and he looks so handsome in the shadows. He gives my hand a squeeze and puts it to his lips softly kissing it.

"I want us to go back to the Côte d'Azur sometime. How about for our tenth? We could rent the yacht again and spend a few weeks just the two of us."

"What do we do about them?" I ask as I nod to the kids.

"Well, I'm sure Mom would keep them for us."

"We'll see. It's very tempting. We did have a good time didn't we?" I reminisce.

"The absolute best. Maybe next time you'll leave your top on." He gives me a grin and a wink.

"Lord, what was I thinking? I must have been out of my mind." I shake my head.

Christian pulls down the drive and into the garage. We get the kids out of the car and head into the house. "I think they may be too sleepy for cake," I mention as we walk into the kitchen.

"I'm not too sleepy for cake," Teddy hollers with his little radar ears.

"Well, you don't miss a thing do you?" I ask him. I really hate to give them cake this late but it's Christian's birthday. Christian and Teddy both look forward to that chocolate cake.

We get the kids to the table and I get milk all around for us, before bringing the cake in. Teddy likes to turn the lights out so the candles really show up. He does like a bit of drama. As I bring the cake in the kids sing Happy Birthday and Grace and Teddy blow out the candles for their dad. Christian opens his cards. The kids made theirs and I do believe he may shed a few tears when he reads the crayon embellished sentiments. Teddy's has drawn a dog on his and Grace has drawn herself and her dad. Somehow Teddy and I got left out of the family unit on that one. After we finish we go back to the family room for a bit. I had Taylor bring the pictures down and set them in the family room while we were gone. Christian beams when he spies the brightly wrapped box all tied up with a bow.

Grace runs over to the big box and tries to lift it, "Ope it daddy!"

Christian jumps to help her to keep the big box from falling over on her. "Wait a minute sweetie. Let daddy help you. "

Grace is grabbing at the bow and clawing at the paper like it was hers. At her age she assumes all presents belong to her. "Son come help us unwrap this," Christian says to Teddy who looks like he is having a difficult time restraining himself. Sitting back on the sofa I relish watching my family demolish the wrapping finally getting down to the shipping box.

Christian pops open the box and pulls the first frame out stripping the bubble wrap away, he sets the likeness of his son on the floor stepping back to look at it. Not uttering a word he stares at the huge framed piece of work . He barely shakes his head and I can see his jaw tense as he tries to contain his emotion. "Well, now I see why Jose came for a visit."

"That's me Dad!" Teddy beams.

"Yes. It certainly is son," Christian says as he pulls Teddy over and hugs him. "Well, let's see what else we have in here. Christian removes the second frame from the box and sets it beside the first one and stands back to take in the sight of his daughter's larger than life, smiling face. Again I see the emotion well in him as he takes in a deep breath and sighs. "Well. I can't imagine what the next one is," he says as he pulls it from the box and sets it next to the previous two images. He pulls away the wrapping and stares at the representation of his family walking at the water's edge of our home.

"Well, thank you everyone. I've never received anything that I love this much," he says in a husky almost inaudible voice, "Except for maybe a certain glider model." He returns to sit with me on the sofa, pulling me to him as he sits down and burying his head in my neck. "Thank you, sweetheart. You have no idea how much those mean to me."

"I'm glad you like them, baby," I hug him back. He pulls back to look at me and I see moisture glistening around his eyes. "He gives me a sweet kiss and then wipes his eyes with the heels of his palms. "

"Christian are you okay? I didn't mean for these to upset you."

He shakes his head and I can hear his voice tremble, "I just never thought I'd ever be this happy. I never thought that I'd deserve this much."

I wrap him in my arms like he was a child and hold him, "Christian Grey you are the best thing that ever happened to us. We all love you so much."

Not to be left out, Grace flings herself on us, "Yeah , Daddy. We wuv you."

Theodore joins the love fest and Christian starts to beam as he grabs his kids and it's kisses all around for everyone.

"Well, Birthday Boy, are you ready for the rest of your present?" I ask my husband as I stroll toward the bed, nude, white satin panties dangling from my finger.

A grin breaks out across his face as he crawls across the bed and grabs me pulling me down on to the mattress. Hovering over me I give him a giggle, "Wait, don't you want me to put these on and assume the position?"

He stares into my eyes, "God I'll never get tired of hearing that sound. And no I want you now. We'll pretend you were in the position. Except…" he jumps up and goes to his dressing room. I can hear him unlock The Cabinet and he returns with a wicked grin and hand cuffs. "We need these." He crawls on the bed on his knees. "Sit up Anastasia," he tells me. Already I can hear the change in his voice; it has that monotone play room authority in it. Without hesitation I fall into my role and cast my eyes down as I quickly obey.

"Face down on the bed and your arms above your head." I turn over face down on the bed. Doing as I am told I stretch my arms out in front of me. Christian snaps the metal around one wrist and then pulling the chain through the heavy wooden slat in the headboard , he clicks the other cuff around my other wrist binding my hands together and securing me to our bed.

My arousal begins to increase as I feel him spread my legs and move between them. He grabs my hips pulling me up on my knees and leans me up on my elbows. "Come on, baby. Up on your knees. I want to see your ass. " He gently rubs his hands over my butt cheeks. "And such a soft, beautiful ass it is," he murmurs against my skin as he kisses and strokes my round cheeks. "All it needs is a little color." Without warning I feel a sting and hear his hand strike my but cheek. Not being prepared for the sudden assault, I gasp.

"There, there," I can hear him comfort me as he kisses the spot he has just struck. As his lips caress my stinging skin, I suddenly feel the sharp bite of his palm on my other butt cheek. I jump at the abrupt contact. Again his soft lips trace over my tingling skin leaving gentle kisses. "Mmm. I love your skin. It's always so fucking soft, baby." I hear and feel the next strike of his palm against me. I can't help but let out a small, "Ooooww."

"Shhh. Be still," he whispers as I feel his hand slide between my thighs and stroke from front to back. "God, you're so ready." He whispers against my stinging flesh. I want to melt as his fingers enter me. "I'm not going to let you come now. I'm going to claim my birthday fuck first. Then I'll take care of you." He continues and I'm so aroused that I am almost there. I want to come against his hand and I grind myself against him. "That's it. I like to watch you move like that baby," he growls as he tortures me. His hand is moving faster and harder and I'm panting to try to catch my breath. I begin to feel the muscles in my body tense and my head is beginning to fog as I begin to feel the precursor to my orgasm.

"No. Not yet I told you," Christian grumbles as he abruptly removes his hand from me. Just as suddenly I feel all of him enter. I can't contain the small whimper that escapes from me. Christian grinds his pelvis against me giving me time to adjust to him. He begins to move in and out with fast miniscule strokes never really leaving and never really entering me. Then as quickly as he entered, he pulls out slamming back in again. He begins to move with increased vigor; pulling my hips back to meet him every time he pushes into me. I can hear his breathing become ragged as he races to his climax. Over and over, relentless without any semblance of tenderness he forces his way in and each push jolts me forward on the bed. "Don't you come, Anastasia. This is mine. It's all for me," he spits out the words as he wildly rides me.

"No sir. I won't," I'm able to get out between thrusts.

"I'm going to come. Are you ready?" he sputters.

"Yes sir. Please."

I can feel him as he enters with one last, hard, deep penetration. His body stills as he almost screams," Oh, Fuck! Damn!" He folds his body over me as I can feel him tremble with his birthday orgasm still pumping his release. His flesh is wringing with sweat and I can hear him gasping as he pulls out and falls on the bed next to me. "FUCK" he gasps. "SHIIIT."

What? I look over to see Christian on his back clutching his chest and gasping. The look on his face is not one of ecstasy and it causes my blood to run cold. "CHRISTIAN?" I scream. "CHRISTIAN. What's wrong? Are you okay?" He shakes his head and the look on his face is undeniably one of pain. I pull at my cuffs wanting to grab him. I can't get loose and now I'm panicking. I pull and strain against the cuffs, but I can't break the cold metal that binds me to the bed. "Christian. Baby. Where is the key? Please, baby. I can't get loose." I begin to cry and tug violently realizing the predicament we are in. "Christian! Baby, hold on. Please don't leave me. I'll get us out of this. Please. I love you Christian!"

...…..Happy Thanksgiving 'Yall