Thank you all for being patient! I just have so many ideas right now, I'm trying to get them all down! I won't lie, I jumped ahead and did a one-shot of when Ana finds out she is pregnant with Phoebe, just because I couldn't wait. It is safely saved on my computer and I will put it in this story when the time comes! Thank you for all the reviews :) I thought it was time for Ana and Christian to be a little reckless. But now they're going to pay for it ;) Happy reading!

Chapter 28

Christian's POV

Briiiiiing! Briiiing!
Ughhhh. What the hell is that? Am I dreaming? I open my eyes a sliver and moan as the sunlight blinds me. My head is pounding.
Briiiiing!

I glance over at my nightstand and see my blackberry screen lit up. I groan again and reach for it slowly. I squint at it, but my eyes hurt too much to read the name. I press the little green button and hold the phone to my ear.
"Hello," I mumble and throw my arm over my eyes.

"Good afternoon, son," Carrick's voice replies. I peek over at my alarm clock and am able to make out the numbers 12:47. Holy fuck. Why did I sleep so late?
I clear my throat. "Hey, Dad," I say a little more clearly. I shut my eyes again and massage my eyelids with my fingers. "What's up?"

"Would you like to tell me why the police were at my door this morning, looking for a copper-haired twenty-eight year old in a pickup truck, going by the name Carrick Grey?" he asks sternly. My eyes fly open.
"Come again?" I say incredulously. I wince and squeeze my eyes shut. God dammit, it is so fucking bright in here!

"You heard me," Carrick retorts. "What the hell were you and Elliot doing last night?"
I rub my temples in disbelief. "I...I don't remember," I mumble.
"What do you mean you don't remember?"
I sigh. "I'm pretty sure we were both shitfaced," I mutter.

I hear I Carrick exhale. "Well, that would explain it, then," he sighs. "I think you need to call your brother. Apparently you two pissed off a lot of people last night."
I groan. "Fuck. I'm sorry Dad. I'll figure it out. Sorry I dragged you into this." I run a hand through my hair.
My dad chuckles. "Oh, its alright. At least you went with Carrick. Elliot told them his name was Grace."

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Ana's POV

I have to pee so bad.

That's the first thought that pops into my head when I regain consciousness. I try to open my eyes but my head is killing me. I flip onto my back and push the hair out of my eyes as I mumble out a string of yawns and incoherent words. I feel someone shift next to me.
I slowly turn my head and squint at the figure next to me. Christian's wary eyes meet mine directly.
"Good morning, Mrs. Grey." he regards me coolly. I rub my face with my hands and stare up at him miserably.
"Hi," I mumble and bury my head under the covers. He scoots closer to me and pulls me into his arms.
"Are you as miserable as I am?" I ask him quietly. He chuckles.
"Oh yes."
"Good."
He chuckles again. My bladder is getting impatient. I squirm out of his grasp.
"I have to pee," I mutter and struggle out of bed. Stumbling to the bathroom, I don't even realize I am nude until I am sitting on the toilet. Crap! I stand up, flush, and grab my robe off the hook, only to whirl around again and vomit violently into the toilet.
"Ana?" Christian shouts, and in seconds he has joined me in the bathroom.
"Go away," I moan. I don't want him to see this.
He smirks at me. "Not likely, Ana." I hear the faucet running. I am too miserable to even care. The cool porcelain feels good against my cheek. I close my eyes.

"Ana," Christian whispers a few inches from my face. I slowly open my eyes. He looks worried. "Come back to bed, baby." He tugs on the sleeve of my robe. I nod and stand up on shaky legs. He helps me back into bed and hands me a glass of water and a cool washcloth for my head. I take them gratefully. He sits on the edge of the bed and smooths my hair from my face.
"Better?" he whispers.
I nod. "A little. How are you? You were terrible last night. Don't you feel awful?" I ask him.

He just chuckles again and runs a hand through his hair. "Yes," he says. "But I've had many hangovers in my day. You...not so much." His voice softens and he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "Sometimes I forget how young you are, Mrs. Grey," he murmurs.
"I'm not that young," I retort. "I happen to be your wife and the mother of your son. I'm old enough to do that." I wince. My voice is too loud. Its too bright in here.
"And old enough to go out and get totally wasted, apparently," I grumble.
Christian grimaces. "It would appear so."
I peek up at him. "Nothing bad happened...right? Did Luke tell you everything?"
"You mean the fact that you had a stripper?"

I wince again. "Yes."
He sighs. "Ana...you told me you would be careful."
"I was!"
He shakes his head. "You forgot to call me."
Shit.
"Oh. Right. I knew I was in a safe place so I guess I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."
"I know."
We sit in silence for a moment. I take a sip of my water.
"Did you have fun?" he asks quietly.
I look up at him. He is eyeing me cautiously. His grey eyes give away nothing.
"Yes. I really did," I tell him honestly.
He lets out a long breath and scratches his head.
"Well I suppose I really can't be upset, then."
I stare at him.
"What?" he asks.
"Who are you and where is my megalomaniac, temperamental, control-freak husband?"
Christian laughs. I laugh. We both wince.
"God dammit," he mutters, rubbing his temples. I offer him my glass of water and he takes it gratefully.
"So how was your night, Mr. Grey?" I ask as he takes a sip. He groans again.
"Well," he says, setting the glass down on my night table, "Elliot also thought it would be a fun idea to hire a stripper." I gasp.
"Oh no," I giggle.

"Yeah. So that was uncomfortable. You know Elliot. And apparently we did something pretty bad because Carrick called me and told him the police were at his house this morning.

I gasp again. "Christian Grey! Wait...why were they at your parents?"
He grimaces. "I told them my name was Carrick." I gape at him. "Elliot went with Grace," he snorts.
I stifle a laugh. As much as I want to be mad at him, this is not the Christian Grey I know. It's kind of hilarious.
"You need to call Elliot," I tell him seriously.
"I know," he sighs. "But first, let me see if I remember Gail's anti-hangover smoothie recipe."

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Christian's POV

"I gotta say, babe...I didn't know you had it in you."
I just smile at Ana as she takes another sip of her smoothie.
"Seriously. This is amazing."
"Like I said...I've had my fair share of hangovers, Mrs. Grey. I am at your rescue." She giggles.
I do feel much better after the multiple glasses of water and my smoothie. Not great, but I'm definitely back to being a functioning member of society. Ana and I are going to have to take it easy for the rest of the day in order to be well enough for the rehearsal dinner tonight.
Ana's blackberry buzzes. She reaches across my lap to snatch it off the coffee table.
"Hey, Dad," she answers quizzically. "What's up?" she listens for a few moments. "Yeah, I'm feeling okay...what? Why do you...no, he didn't." she glances at me. "Sounds good. I'm so sorry Dad. Thank you. See you soon." She hangs up.
"What's up with your Dad?" I take another sip of my drink.
"He's bringing Teddy back," Ana says. "Something you forgot to tell me?"
Shit.
"Oh yeah...Ray took Teddy home last night," I mutter.

She just smirks and holds up her phone.
"Got it, Grey." She tosses her phone on the couch next to her. I rub my temples with my thumbs.

"God, we suck," I groan. I glance over at Ana. She takes a sip of her smoothie and nods, closing her eyes and resting her head on the back of the couch.
"Yes. Yes we do."

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"Teddy….stop. Just let me put your shoe on, okay?"
I reach the top of the stairs and hear Ana muttering in Ted's nursery down the hall. Apparently, he's not being very cooperative.
"Teddy! Would you just-ha! Got it!"
I enter Teddy's bedroom. Ana is sprawled all over the floor next to our grumpy looking son. He is decked out in a grey vest, corduroy pants, and a pair of miniature loafers.
"He looks adorable," I tell Ana admiringly. She sighs.
"Thank you. He's being stubborn though. It took me twenty minutes to get his damn shoes on," she mutters.
I hold my hand out and help her up off the floor. Pulling her close, I crush my lips against hers and hear her gasp in surprise.
"Language, Mrs. Grey," I whisper as I pull away. She gazes at me breathlessly. I smirk and give her ass a light tap.
"Go get ready, beautiful girl. I'll entertain the monster."
She grins at me. "Alright. Just give me half an hour. And make sure he keeps his shoes on!" she insists as she hurries out of the room. I turn back around and face Ted. He regards me warily with tearstained cheeks. I scoop him up and plant kisses all over his copper colored hair.
"Shoes are overrated, Tedbear."

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I have sung "The Wheels On The Bus" to Ted about a thousand times when Ana finally re-enters the room.
"What do you think? Do I look okay?" she asks me seriously. I glance up and my breath catches.
Ana is wearing a beautiful silver-grey colored dress. It falls just above her knee and cinches at the waste to create a flowy skirt. The top is fitted with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves. Her hair falls down her shoulders in soft chesnut waves, and her eyes shimmer with silvery shadow. She has on grey flats and matching jewelry. She spins once and I see the low-cut back exposes her beautiful back.
"Ana…you look…wow."
"I thought I'd go with a grey ensemble, since we're celebrating another soon-to-be Grey, right?" she smiles.
"Good choice," I tell her. She walks past me to get Teddy's diaper bag from his closet and I catch a whiff of her heavenly perfume. She turns back to face me.
"Ready to go?" she asks. I hand Teddy to her.
"Yes, just one moment. I'll be right back," I tell her. I dart out of the nursery and hurry to our bedroom and into the closet. I open my top drawer and sure enough, there is my silver-grey tie, Ana's favorite. I exchange it for the one I am currently wearing and head back downstairs where my family is waiting.
"I love that tie," Ana murmurs when she sees me. I wink at her.
"Maybe we'll have to put it to good use later on tonight," I say quietly as we walk out the door, Taylor behind us. Ana bites her lip.
"One more week, Mr. Grey," she breathes. I tug at her lip.
"Don't bite your lip," I warn her. "Or I won't be able to wait another week. Christ." I shake my head. Ana giggles.
"Come on, my dear husband, let's go celebrate Elliot and Kate. It's their night," she insists as we climb into the car.
"Indeed it is. For now, anyway. I have plans for you tonight, Mrs. Grey."