A/N: Thank you for reading. The story posted here has been altered from the original to comply with the rating requirements for this site. I have finally been able to post my original version of this on Writer's Coffee Shop. Same title, same author, more explicit and some chapters will be added. I will continue to update here as well as Writer's Coffee Shop.

Chapter 25

Taylor pulls the car up to the front of the house. Christian kisses my forehead and I wake up. "We're home sleepy head. "He whispers to me.

I stretch. "I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Want me to carry you in?" Christian asks.

"That's sweet." I kiss his nose. "I think I can make it under my own steam."

Christian opens the door and exits the car and holds his hand out to help me from the car. We circle our arms around each other's waists and head into the house.

Christian nods at Taylor, "Thank you. That will be all for tonight."

"Would you like to try the Armagnac again?" Christian asks.

I smile at him, "Yes please." I head up stairs, "I'll check in on the kids."

"Wait for me. I want to kiss them good night, too." Christian tells me.

Christian follows me upstairs and takes the two glasses of brandy into our bedroom to set them down, then joins me in Teddy's room. I kiss Teddy's forehead and he stirs and turns over. Christian pulls his quilt over his shoulder and runs his hand through Teddy's hair. We turn out his light and then walk down to see Grace. She is sleeping soundly in her bed. Christian kisses her cheek and covers her up. "She's getting so big. She won't be a baby much longer." I whisper. "Before you know it there will be boys crawling all over this place."

"Not if I have anything to say about it they won't." He whispers.

"Christian, I think this one is definitely out of your control." I smile up at him.

He puts his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. "Maybe we should have another one."

"Ohhh. I don't think so Mr. Grey."

"Well, what if I want a third child?" he asks.

''Then have one." I tell him.

"Well, I might need a little help, Mrs. Grey."

"You're a big shot CEO. You'll figure it out."

"Let's go have our brandy, Mr. Grey."

We walk back to the bedroom and sit on the sofa in the sitting area and sip our brandy. We both kick our shoes of and slide back into the comfortable sofa.

"Christian. Have I ever told you that you have really sexy feet?" I ask him.

He looks down at his bare feet. "Nope. Don't recall it." He says dryly.

"Well you do. I've always loved your feet." I look down admiring them.

"These old things. Why I've had 'em all my life." He muses.

"Speaking of old things, what are we doing for our anniversary?" I ask Christian.

"I was sort of thinking about going back the Heathman and locking you in the suite with some room service for a few days. How does that sound?" he asks me. "We could work on that baby."

"The Heathman sounds good. The baby not so much."

"No baby?" Christian looks wounded.

"Are you serious, Christian?" I ask him.

"Well, sort of. I kind of liked the thought of it."

"We'll think about it." I stroke my hand against his face.

Christian rubs my thigh. "Ready for bed Madame?"

"More than ready."

I stand up and Christian follows me. "Come here."

He takes me in his arms and begins to dance with me. "Christian. There's no music."

"I don't care. I just wanted to hold you." He nuzzles my neck and inhales. "Mmmm. You smell so good, Baby. You feel good too."

I nuzzle up to my husband and follow his lead.

He stops and he turns me facing away from him. Let me help you." Christian unzips my dress and lets it fall to the floor. I reach to pick it up. "Leave it." Christian orders. He turns me back around. He pulls me in tight and kisses me intensely. Electricity sparks through me. I respond pulling him to me tightly and fisting my hands in his hair. Christian backs me onto the sofa and lays me down. He kneels beside the sofa and expertly slides his fingers into the top of one of my thigh highs. He slowly peels it down my leg and off of the tips of my toes. He kisses the arch of my foot and puts my big toe in his mouth, sucking and caressing my toes with his tongue. He takes my other leg and again slides my stocking down and off of my toes. His fingers tickle as they glide over my skin.

He kisses my other arch and slides his tongue up my instep. I think I will come off of the sofa. He slides his fingers under the waistband of my thong and pulls it slowly from my hips and down my legs then off of my feet. I am now on the sofa naked wearing only the exquisite anniversary gift around my neck. Christian takes my head and gently removes the hair pins and releases my hair. He runs his hands through it to untangle it. It falls around my breasts.

I recline back on the sofa and look up at my sweet Fifty. Christian stands up and without breaking his gaze into my eyes, he removes his tux jacket. It falls to the floor. Then his cuff links. He unbuttons his shirt and slides it off of his shoulders. He unzips his pants and grabbing them and his boxers together slides them down his legs. Without hesitation he picks me up in his arms and carries me to our bed. He gently places me on the bed and with the same movement he moves on top of me. Looming over me we lock eyes. Longing gray to needy blue. He kisses me deeply and slides into me slowly and softly. His mouth continues to devour mine as he makes delicious vanilla love to me. His weight feels so good on top of me. It engulfs me and makes me feel safe and needed. His body slowly and rhythmically enters and exits me until I am filled with him. He is around me, over me, in me, and I can't get enough of him. He is so sweet and tender yet he fills me with need and desire for him. We are silent. Not needing to say anything. He is telling me everything I need to know with his body. I look into his eyes and release everything I have to him. And I watch as he gives everything to me. He takes me in his arms and never leaving me, our bodies entwine and we silently cling to one another. So exhausted and so in love with each other.

I wake with Christian's head resting on my belly and his arms around my waist. It's barely light, but I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to go to the bathroom. I jump up and Christian wakens looking bewildered. "Huh? What?" he shakes his head trying to wake up. "Ana? Are you okay?"

"Yes. I just had to go to the bathroom really bad." I yell out to him as I relieve myself. Oh. That feels so much better. I glance in the mirror as I pass by on my way back to bed. Good Lord! My hair has that 'I've just been well fucked' look. I am totally naked except for an obscene necklace hanging around my neck. I head back into the bedroom and Christian is awake leaning back against the headboard of the bed with his hands behind his head. "Stop!" Christian commands.

"What?" I look bewildered, but comply.

"Stay there a minute." Christian tells me.

"Christian. What's wrong?" I ask him still half asleep.

"I just want to look at you. You look so beautiful right now."

"Christian, I'm still asleep." I walk back toward the bed. I pull back the covers and slip back into bed. I reach up to my neck and go to unfasten the necklace.

Christian reaches over and stops my hand. "Don't. Leave it on." Christian says. I see that look in his eyes that I know so well.

"Christian. It's uncomfortable to try to sleep in this thing." I tell him half annoyed.

Christian wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. "I'm not going to let you sleep."

He kisses me and all is lost to him.

I finally wake up again. This time and the sun is full. I stretch and yawn. Christian is beginning to stir. I look at his beautiful chest and see all the scars on it. The gunshot wound is still fairly fresh and pink. I bend over and kiss his chest lightly. I feel his hand in my hair. I look up and see his gray eyes and he is smiling down at me.

"Morning beautiful."

"Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" I ask.

"Yep. Both times. I have to say waking up this morning is a fucking sight better than yesterday morning."

"You don't like waking up alone?" I ask coyly.

Christian grabs me and pulls me close hugging me tightly. "No Anastasia. I don't like waking up alone. I'm sorry, Baby. I guess I get carried away sometimes. I need to listen to you more. I didn't mean to embarrass you. And I really didn't mean what I said about ….everything."

I have my arms around my husband. "Thank you. Christian. I'm sorry too. But I was sort of serious about what I said."

Christian smirks and looks at me, "Gee. Thanks."

"But I do like the necklace." I smile and bat my eyes at him. "Can I take it off now?"

"Here. Turn around." Christian unfastens the necklace and takes it off. He sets it on the nightstand next to him. "Better?"

"Yes. It's beautiful, but not good sleepwear."

"You looked so beautiful last night, Ana. I was almost jealous. Everyone, was staring at you, especially the men. I didn't it."

"Christian they were staring at the money hanging around my neck. Not at me." I frown at him. " Speaking of money, are you going to explain that car?"

"There's nothing to explain. I just bought a car."

"Why?"

"Well, the only vehicles we have are 2 seaters and SUVs. I just thought that we needed a decent car."

"Decent?" I shriek. "Christian. Elliott told me how much those things cost. What's gotten in to you? The necklace and the car?"

Christian wraps his arms around me again. " I guess near death makes you realize that you can't take it with you. And having a fucking bullet lodged precariously close to my spine doesn't help. I figure I might as well enjoy some of it while I'm still here."

"You work so hard, Christian. If you want to enjoy the fruits of your labor, then you deserve to."

"Speaking of labor, have you thought any more about that baby?"

I swat him. " No. But I wouldn't mind practicing."

"Insatiable wench. Come here." We are lost in each other again.

"Oh, God. Baby." Christian finally collapses on me and we lie together catching our breath drenched in sweat.

We both begin to giggle. "I guess this was make up sex." I tell him.

"I don't care what it was." Christian breathlessly mutters. " All I know is, it was fucking great."

"Mamma!" I hear.

Shit! Fuck! "Christian. Did you lock the door?"

"Nope. I forgot last night." We scramble to cover up and I turn to see Grace standing in the doorway. She has opened the door and is walking in our room. Christian scrambles to grab his boxers from the floor and slide into them under the covers. I have pulled the sheet up to cover myself. Grace holds her arms out and Christian pulls her in to the bed with us. Grace crawls over into my arms and I hold her close, kissing her curls. She is still so sleepy. Her little cheek is resting against my breast and she looks so small and sweet. Maybe I do want another one.

Christian snuggles up to us and puts his finger on her pout of a mouth. He looks up at me.

"Okay. Okay. I'll think about it." I smile down at Christian. Christian grins and rubs Grace's chubby pink cheek with his index finger.

"Our anniversary is Thursday. Have you made arrangements for the kids?" Christian asks still playing with Grace who is in my arms.

"No. You haven't let me in on that secret yet. Where are we going and for how long?"

"Well I figure we can leave Thursday morning and then come back Sunday afternoon."

"Okay. Where will we be Thursday through Sunday?"

"Portland." Christian kisses me quickly.

"Portland? What are we going to do in Portland?"

"Remember I told you I wanted to lock you in a room at the Heathman with room service for a couple of days?"

"I thought you were joking."

"I never joke about a fuck marathon, Mrs. Grey."

"Eat right and get a lot of sleep this week. You are going to need it, Baby."

Christian takes Grace from my arms. "I'll take her to the bathroom." He disappears around the corner with my daughter in his arms. The Heathman? I thought he was kidding.

I am thinking about pulling myself out of the bed and Teddy wanders in. "Morning, Mommy." He smiles at me.

"Hey Sweetie". I smile back over at him. I stretch out my arms. "Come here and give me a good morning hug."

Teddy runs over and launches himself on to the bed and crawls into my arms. I hug him tight and kiss his cheeks. He puts his arms around my neck. He is such a sweet little boy.

"Mom?" He looks into my eyes with his little gray eyes so serious.

"Yes, Baby?"

"What happened to your night gown?" I forgot that all I was wearing was the sheet and duvet.

"Um. It was dirty and had to be washed."

"Okay. I just wondered." Thank God he accepted that answer.

He gets up and wanders toward the bedroom door. He stops and looks over at my evening gown and Christian's tux on the floor. "You know ,Mom, if you picked up your clothes, they wouldn't get dirty."

"Thank you, Teddy. You are right. It's not good to leave your clothes on the floor."

Christian walks back in wearing his boxers. He looks at Teddy and watches him as his son walks out of the room. "What was that all about?" he asks me.

I shake my head. "Teddy wanted to know why I wasn't wearing my night gown."

Christian flops down on the bed on his side propped up on his elbow. "So what did you tell him?" He is tracing the outline of my nipple through the sheet.

I swat his hand. "Stop that. I just told him that it was dirty and had to be washed."

"Did he buy it?"

"Yep. But he wanted to remind you to stop leaving your clothes on the floor."

"Cheeky little bastard." Christian quips.