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ANA POV

I rub my eyes as I wake in the soft light of the Grey's guest bedroom. Early morning slumber feels heavenly after a night as atrocious as last night- the only thing that would make this perfect is if I could reach over and feel Christian's sleeping form in my presence. I giggle softly, remembering Christian's promise that he'd make it into my room by midnight- I wonder if he fulfilled his plan and I was just too invested in sleep itself to realize.

The only high light was that Elena's true face was revealed for the world to see, and I got the chance to see that dreadful woman being torn at piece by piece, from her social life to her personal- she deserves it all. Not to mention the red marks Grace must have added to her new look. And now we know that- judging by the texts messages and pictures she sent to Christian's phone- she'll be going away for quite a while with a lifetime duty to register as a sex offender.

I briefly wonder if she regrets any of her actions, or -if she could- would she go back in time and redo her stunts more carefully. Either way that woman's sick.

As I stretch I feel someone's eyes on me, I turn my head slightly and gasp when I see little Mia's head resting on the edge of the duvet, her hands resting under her chin, and an innocent smile plastered on her face. I now also realize the reason how I woke up. I smile brightly back at her.

"Hi," she whispers in her little sing song voice.

"Hi, Mia," I answer back just as softly, with a huge grin on my face.

Her childish giggle fills the room as she clutches the blanket closer to her face, "Mommy said I should wake you up soon, breakfast is almost ready."

"Thank you, Mia. That was very thoughtful of you." I smile kindly at her, and her cheeks turn pink. "When did you and Elliot get back?"

"Me and Elliot just got here about an-,"The most adorable expression crosses her face as she thinks, "Hour ago."

"Did you like Kate's house?" I mentally sigh as I remember that I still have to face her Monday morning.

She shrugs, "Kate's house was fun." She begins to giggle again; "I especially liked the part where I saw Ethan!" she blushes.

I grin as I turn on my side and rest my head on my elbow, "Oh, so, you think Ethan's a cutie, huh?"

She's absolutely adorable as she tries to hide her smile by biting her lip and looking down at her tiny knotted fingers- she reminds me of someone… "Yeah, he's really cute…"

Don't tell Christian that... "Why are you blushing, Sweetie?" I ask softly.

"When I woke up this morning he didn't know I was on the couch and he sat down on the other side of the couch that I was sleeping on and started watching TV." She says quietly. I try to get a visual image of how long the Kavanagh's couch is- it's not that close of a distance if she's curled up on one side and him on the other, what is she not saying?

"What else, Mia? Spill the beans Girlie!" I say playfully as I poke her tummy.

She starts to giggle again and clutches her stomach, "He was wearing a shirt and… and… blue race car boxers!" she's still giggling and blushing as she buries her face into the soft green blanket.

I roll onto my back as I laugh hard and clutch my stomach at the funny thought- that must have been surprising for Ethan. When Mia and I's uncontrollable laughing subsides- my abdomen achingly sore- I turn to Mia a bite my lip.

"That must have been surprising for him,"

She nods fervently, "It was, I sat up and he screamed like my best friend Mary! And then he ran into his room. When he came back he was wearing dark green pajama bottoms." Her nose crinkles.

"What?"

"They were ugly bottoms." She sighs.

I begin to laugh once more at her serious tone, she sounds like a serious fashionista right now.

I'm still laughing as we hear a, somewhat, impatient knock on the door. Before I can say a word Mia helps.

"Cooooome iiiiiiiin!" she sings.

Christian opens the door and stride in with nothing on but his blue PJ bottoms and a matching navy blue shirt. He looks quite edible. I think he has an idea about what's going through my mind because he's smirking as he lies down on top of the covers beside me; hands behind his head.

"Bonding, are we?" He smirks at the pair of us.

"I'm supposed to be getting Ana up for breakfast, Christian!" She pouts.

He rolls his eyes at her, "Fine, go wait somewhere and I'll inform you when we're ready to get up for breakfast."

She thinks about it for a minute until she sighs heavily, "Fine… Bye, Ana."

"Bye, Mia," I giggle. With that she sluggishly walks out of the room- dragging her smiley purple monkey on the ground beside her.

When the door closes Christian pulls me into his arms so my head is on his chest as he toys with a strand of my wild brown hair.

"What was with all the laughing?" he chuckles, and I can feel his chest beneath me move.

"It seems your little Mia has a crush on my little Ethan." I giggle.

He freezes momentarily before he sighs heavily, "I didn't think she'd already start liking boys at her age." He grumbles. "She's barley off the bottle."

"Christian, she's eight, and I don't think she's planning on dating right now," I scoff.

"Yeah, you can be sure I won't let that happen just yet," he states sternly. He then says something that takes me by surprise, "My first word was Mia."

I turn to look at him, "Really?"

He nods, "I was six at the time and Grace and Carrick just brought her home from the adoption agency. My first real word I spoke in the presence of them was Mia." He say's matter-a-factly.

"Wait, but Elliot told me you were adopted at the age of four?" I ask confused, "That means you didn't talk for…?" my jaw drops.

He sighs, "Yep, two whole years of silence." He then chuckles, "Elliot suggests I go back to being on mute." He grins down at me.

I gasp mockingly, "Christian Grey unable to express his views and opinions on people and/or the world? That's unheard of!" He's grinning and shaking his head as I continue, "Being unable to pick on Wesley or yell at any man that "gropes" me with his eyes! Not even being able to demand or control people with this mouth," I act surprised, and eyes wide as I reach up and cup his chin. "I don't think you could do that, Christian. You wouldn't last a month- no, a week without talking." I purse my lips with mock sureness- trying to hide the grin that's playing on the sides of my mouth.

"Now you've done it," he growls. And like a panther himself he slides underneath the blanket and straddles my hips. And to my surprise he pulls up my shirt- that I borrowed from him- up to the bottom of my chest, and places wet, warm kisses around and on my navel and stomach, the feather like kisses making me squirm.

"Christian!" I try to say in between my loud gasps and hysterical laughs and giggles, "Stop, Christian! Please-!" I laugh again, "I'm very ticklish there! Stop!" I whine laughing.

When begging doesn't work I decide to go with prying him off of me. I try to push, and tug his body off of mine but he's just. Too. Heavy! "Ugh!" I squirm. His warm kissing does not subside as I continue to struggle beneath him. I keep laughing, as does he- he's very playful this morning.

I decide to do the only thing I can to make him stop this torturous act, "Fine! You could!" I scream.

I watch as he moves the blanket over his head and he grins at me, "I could what?" he challenges. He's about to go back to torturing me but I decide to wave the white flag.

"You could go a month, a year, a century without so much as speaking one word, just stop tickling me!" I giggle.

He smirks as he sits up and rolls back onto his side, "That's what I thought, Anastasia, don't doubt me."

I laugh, "Never again, Christian."

I wait for a moment but no answer.

"Christian…?"

Again no one says a word.

"Christian!" I scold and lift the blanket off of him. I find him grinning like a devilish boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I scowl at him, he's not talking

"Christian, please say something."

He just shakes his head like a disobedient child.

"Please, Christian?" I try my best defense so I pout like a little girl, my eyes looking at him sadly and my bottom lip puckering out.

He sighs and shakes his head, "I'm kidding, Ana."

I smile, "Good, because I'm hungry." With that I grab his hand and drag him down stairs.

When we arrive down stairs and into the kitchen the sight is a Kodak moment; Mia chewing her sausage viciously while her eyes are glued to a small television set on the counter, Grace in a pink apron at the stove flipping pancakes, Carrick drinking coffee and reading the newspaper at the head of the table, and Elliot leaning against the counter in front of the small TV, and his plate, yelling at the game playing on the screen.

"Mia," Grace scolds mildly, "I told you not to eat with your mouth opened."

"Woops," she chews guiltily, "Sorry, Mommy."

She smiles at Mia and continues to flip the pancakes like a pro.

Mia's eyebrows shoot up when she sees Christian and me in the doorway, "Christian! I was supposed to bring Ana down here." She whines.

Christian sighs exasperated, "Does it really matter?"

She scowls at her big brother, "No," she grumbles. "But next time she's here I get to do it." She insists stubbornly.

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever."

"Good Morning, Ana," Grace turns away from the stove and smiles at me. She looks worn out though and my heart swells for her. Well, what do you expect, Ana? She just found out her best friend tried to persuade her minor son into a sexual relationship, my subconscious makes and appearance.

I smile warmly at her, "Morning,"

"I trust you slept well?" Carrick looks up from his newspaper.

I nod, "Yeah, I did. It's funny, though- I don't remember going there last night…"

Grace chuckles, but it sounds a bit off still, "Christian carried you." She smirks at her son.

I look over at Christian surprised, "I didn't want to wake you." He explains.

"Enough with the chit chat, kids. Eat up." Grace smiles sweetly.

Christian and I grab a plate; I put on mine two pieces of sausage, one pancake with butter, a couple strawberries and syrup, and a glass orange juice.

"I thought you said you were hungry." Christian whispers to me disapprovingly.

"And I thought you could express how you feel without verbal words," I hiss back like a child.

He shakes his head, "Smart mouth," he says under his breath.

I choose to ignore his comment and make my way to the kitchen table and take a seat. As Carrick and Christian make friendly conversation- you wouldn't even know anything bad happened last night- Elliot comes up from behind and takes a seat by me- putting his arm on the back of my chair.

"Hey, Ann's," he grins. I giggle because he has a mouth full of sausage. "What's new?"

Everything, "Nothing, how's Kate?"

He shrugs and rolls his eyes, "She's just handling it like Kate would." He grins at me again, "But don't worry, Ana Banana, I understand your P.O.V perfectly."

"You do?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, when she asks me about things I don't want to talk about- like my other girlfriends- I don't like to answer either." He shrugs smugly.

I know Kate wouldn't like it, but I start to giggle at his 'other girlfriend' comment as I cut into my pancake.

Carrick rolls his eyes at his eldest son and turns the conversation to me, "So, Ana, I hope you don't have to go home so soon today. Have any plans with Ray?"

I shake my head, "No, Ray's on a fishing trip with his friends. I don't think he'll be back until next Sunday." I shrug. I've become quite accustomed to him going fishing whenever the occasion calls for it throughout the years living with him.

"And he just left you at home by yourself?" Carrick asks astonished.

Elliot nudges my shoulder, "No wild parties?"

I smirk at him, "No." I then turn to Carrick, "He asks if I want to go, but I decline a good amount of the time. I usually stay at Kate's house anyways."

"Well then that's prefect!" Grace smiles at me as she folds her cooking apron, "If you'd like you could stay here, Ana." She suggests.

"You could come with us to my Grandparents house today. Their having a small get together before the weather starts to go down." Christian explains, gracefully eating a piece of his pancake.

"And we'd love for you to join us, dear." Carrick adds with a smile.

I blush under everyone's watchful gaze and visibly sink down in my chair, "I don't want to be a bother," I say quietly.

"Nonsense!" Grace and Carrick say in sync.

I giggle.

"Yeah, Ana, a little fun in the sun before the Seattle fog and rain starts hitting hard…" Elliot coaxes.

"Please, Ana! Please?" Mia says impatiently from behind her end of the table. "It'll be fun! You could see our felatives!"

Grace chuckles at Mia, "Its relatives, Honey. And we'd be delighted with you tagged along, Ana- like your apart of the family." She smiles warmly.

I feel really warm inside. Like your apart of the family. It makes me happy that the Grey's accepted me so easily after only meeting me as their son's girlfriend yesterday night. But I'm still not sure about going to a family outing…

Christian sees the indecisive contemplation on my face, because as soon as that last though crosses my mind he speaks up, "You're going." He says sternly.

I bite my lip, "Okay, it sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me." I say quietly to Grace and Carrick.

"Oh, I just know they'll love you, Ana!" Grace gushes.

"No doubt," Carrick agrees, and begins to read his paper once more.

I smile sweetly at them and then turn to Elliot, "Did you invite Kate?"

I hope not. I do not feel like either being in a very awkward situation today, or more of her acquisitions and questions flying full force at me.

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p', "she said she wanted to be left alone today- so that's what I'm planning on doing."

I sigh in relief inwardly and then jump a little in my seat when I feel Christian's foot inch its way up my Pajama pant under the table. I look at him stunned and come face to face with his devious- yet breath taking- lop sided grin.

It's dawning near 11:00 when I decide it's that time of the week to call Carla in Texas. I just got done taking a shower and I am now combing through my freshly showered hair in the guest bedroom. I am wearing my clothes from yesterday- that Grace kindly washed throughout the night. Elliot assured me that, since we're rising with him, he'll make sure to drop me off at my house for a clean change of clothes.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring

"Hello?" Bob's husky voice answers.

"Erm, hey Bob. Is my mom there?" I ask as I variously comb my hair. The phone is clutched between my shoulder and my left ear.

"Oh, Hey Ana! Yeah, sure she's here. I'll get her," I hear faint crunches of leaves as- what I'm assuming- he walks across the lawn. "So, how's school, Kiddo?"

"School's good Bob, I can't thank you enough for sending me there." I say sincerely. I want to laugh as I think out how it took my Mother to be married four times for me to find my first and only true love. We couldn't be more different.

"No need to, Ana. It was my pleasure. I'm glad you're happy there."

"Who's that?" I hear Carla's voice in the background.

"It's Ana, Babe."

"Oh, let me talk to her!" Carla implores impatiently, I can already imagine her grabbing the phone from him.

"Okay, Bye Ana-!" he tries to say.

"Bye Bo-," I start, but Carla's on the phone before I can blink.

"Hey, Honey." She squeals. "Where are you? Ray's number didn't show up on the caller ID."

"Since Ray's gone on that fishing trip I decided to stay with the Grey's for the week." I shrug.

There's a short pause, "The Grey's? As in your boyfriend's parent's house?"

I choose to ignore her tone as I struggle with a knotted kink in my hair, "Yep, the very same. I'm sleeping in their guest room. You should see it here, they have a very beautiful home, and their the nicest people."

"Mm-hm… what do they do?" she asks casually.

"Grace is a Pediatrician, and Carrick is one of the most well-known Lawyers in the state of Washington." I shrug.

"Oh, so their rich, huh?" she chuckles.

I roll my eyes at my mother. She can be so self-centered and shallow at times, and I'm now getting aggravated at how their money makes her change her perspective on them when just a minute ago she didn't want me to be here at all. Especially when I don't care about any of that.

"That's not the point, Mom. They're very generous people, and a big-hearted family." I inform her, talking very sincerely about the Grey's.

"Alright, alright," she back off, "I know how soft hearted you are sweetie, just try not to spend every waking moment with that boy. And watch yourself as you live there." She warns.

I start to comb through my hair faster- as if the sooner I get done with my hair the sooner we can hang up. "Yes, Mom, Grace would never allow any touchy feely business, trust me- she's very careful about that with all her kids." I sigh. This darn knot will not get out! "And his name isn't that boy it's Christian."

"Don't let your Well, still, Anastasia. Please entire world revolve around him." She sighs.

Too Late, I want to hiss at her.

I groan impatiently as I comb through my hair viciously, trying to get this darn knot out.

Carla's talking about something on the other end, but I'm not intent on listening. I'm aggravated about her earlier comment and now this hair snag. In the reflection of the mirror I see Christian walk in. He's wearing a navy blue Polo shirt- unlike his usual black or white T-shirts-, Denim Kaki boy shorts, with a matching casual belt, and black, leather flip flops. I think I maybe drooling.

He smiles lovingly at me, and then gives me an expression that asks 'who's on the phone'.

"My Mom." I mouth and continue to unknot my hair.

"So what are you doing today?" she asks.

"The Grey's invited me to their Grandparents family barbecue."

"Oh, so you'll be meeting more of his family members?" she asks unsurely.

Before I can answer I'm taken off guard when Christian sees me struggling and takes the brush. He then gently starts to comb down the length of my hair, from the top of my head to the small of my back, and then continues to undo the knot. He's treating me do delicate that I hardly know he's there.

"Um, yeah," I return from my revere and that's when I hear the cold tone in her voice, "Is that a problem, Mom?" I roll my eyes.

"No," she retreats, "It's just odd how fast your relationships going… Didn't he just meet Ray Wednesday?"

I sigh "Yes, Mom. He did. I'm going to have to let you go, now."

"Okay, I hope I didn't make you mad, Ana. I'm just trying to look out for you…"

Now you choose to start? "No, it's just that we're leaving soon."

"Oh, Okay. Love you, Baby girl."

"Love you too, Mom."

The phone line goes dead.

With a heavy sigh I put the phone back on the dresser drawer and Christian continues with combing my locks.

"She's sounds like a joy, doesn't she?" I smirk at his reflection though the story, watching him almost in a trance like state.

He chuckles softly, and then sets the brush down. I feel around in my hair and smile when I feel that the knot is completely gone.

"Thanks," I say softly.

"Anything for you, Baby." He grins.

I giggle and grab his wrist, "Come on, we have to make sure Elliot didn't leave without us."