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Fifty Shades Abandoned – Chapter Twenty-Nine


Finding herself the first one up the next morning, Ana found that Taylor had obviously retrieved a bag from the apartment and brought over for both her and Christian. She dressed in one of her way-too-expensive maternity jeans along with a vest top and a thick cardigan.

She stepped out into the February morning and just sank onto the top step of the massive patio, completely ignoring the seats that were on it. Sitting there watching the careful and extremely quiet deconstruction of the party from the night before, Ana slowly realised she felt better today - Tired, but almost 100% better.

She knew that today she would be made to rest and enjoy the company of her family, but really she wanted to go home and play with Christian. That was definitely a pipe dream after last night.

Accepting a family orientated Saturday, Ana said in this moment of peace and just thought about nothing but Christian and their baby – the very thought easing her and putting a smile on her face.

"Everything okay out here?" Christian's voice broke into the crispness of the air.

Ana looked over her shoulder at him and nodded, "It sure is, Mr. Grey."

"Good," He murmured as he came to sit behind her, making it so her body was between his legs, his arms making easy work to wrap around her. "How's our Little Blip?"

"Better today," Ana told him with a small smile.

"Good, I saw my mom on the way down. She wants me to get you in so she can check your blood pressure," He felt her nod at him, but she didn't move. "What are you thinking about?" He inquired, wanting to know what was going on in her head that had her rendered so quiet.

"Remember at Christmas?" Ana asked wistfully, "And we got snowed in and we ended up in the playroom. It was one of my Christmas presents to you."

"I don't want to remember that day," Christian bit back with harsh refusal.

"No, Christian, you need to hear this," Ana told her husband fiercely. "We never spoke about what happened when I safe worded you."

"I didn't expect an explanation. I understood. I tied you up and you didn't like it," Christina replied, never letting her go, "I do not expect you to explain more than that."

"But I need to. There's more to it than you think, and Dr. Flynn, he told me that maybe it'll be down to me not telling you what is bugging me," She out her head back on his chest and looked up at him. "I feel like we divulge all of these secrets to one another just to build up a lot more."

"Okay," He broke and decided to let her speak. After all, nearly two months on was long enough for an explanation of sorts. "Tell me all, Ana and don't leave a word out."

"When Jack tied me up in that apartment," she looked to her hand as it sat in Christian's, "He told me I enjoyed being tied up." She sighed heavily with resignation, "That first time you tied me up, all I could hear was him and I could feel the pipe burning me again and I guess it made me feel dirty." Pushing back into him she looked up at him, "I can't shake the feeling that he knew more about us than he let on." Dropping back down, Ana was disappointed, "I'll guess we'll never know," She murmured, only wanting to close the case where Jack was concerned.

"Think your inquisitiveness can survive for me?" Christian asked his wife as his hands roamed down over her baby bump.

"I'm sure you can help me forget about Jack Hyde," Ana told as she plied on a smile and moved to the side to look up at him. "I'm sure you have many techniques, Mr. Grey."

"Oh I do have many ideas," He told her with a thoughtful smirk. "But we're keeping it out of the playroom until I'm certain you're okay. I'm calling the shots on that one."

"I'm willing to try again," Ana told him with a smirk as she defied his control once again. "I'm willing to let you tie me up again whenever we go to the playroom again."

"I think this baby makes you my own Fifty Shades, Mrs. Grey. Horny, selfless, careless, anxious, curious, shy, bold, angry."

"And the most important one," Ana broke into his speech as she just stared off, "In love."

"Oh yeah, Baby, that's my favourite," Christian told her and kissed into her neck.

As they pulled apart, Ana's mood, although still enlightened by this, was still suppressed by last night. "Are we going to discuss last night?"

"I hope you don't believe a word Elena said," Christian announced and Ana shrugged. "I know her words are like poison, but I love you, Ana. It was never about love with us. Always about the control. I meant it when I told her that what we have is so much more than what I ever had with her. My life started with you."

Ana didn't say a word.

"Why won't you believe me?" Christian asked, his voice going tight with apprehensive.

"Because it concerns me that she always finds a way to just appear," Ana spoke softly. "I think she's gone and she's not and I'm pretty sure she's not had her fun."

"Believe me; I will destroy her even more than I already have," Christian's tone was low and almost distance with what he had already enacted.

"Already have?" Ana asked her astounded for a moment, "What have you done?"

Christian, being as evasive as ever, spoke in the same tone, "I got rid of her."

"That's all I'm gonna get isn't it?" She looked up to see him nod. "Well I guess I'll have to torture it out of you later," She replied, not hiding her pout. "For now, me and Blip want food."

"That I won't need to be tortured to supply," He replied and stood up, helping his wife moments after and led her into the house.

What she didn't know didn't hurt her.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Fifty Shades Abandoned -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Lying down in there now," Grace pointed to the grand living room, her tone warm and motherly and so full of stern energy. "You've had a relaxing breakfast-"

"Is that what you call relaxing?" Mia choked on the last bite of toast, cutting into her mother's sentence. "He might as well have taken her right there!"

"Mia!" Christian chided, but couldn't wipe the smirk from his lips.

Ana, giggling, stood up, "I'm taking this to the couch, you joining me, Mr. Grey?" She teased, deliberately smirking at Mia as she did so.

As soon as she sat down, Christian bent down and pulled her feet up so her legs were resting across his lap. She couldn't help but close her eyes and let a moan escape as he massaged her feet. She groaned in pleasure as he hit the right spots and she just felt like she was melting in the back of her seat.

"Feel good, Mrs. Grey?" He asked her with utter mirth in his tone.

Ana opened her eyes and looked at her mercurial man, "You know, I might fall asleep if you don't stop."

"Well my mother did say rest," He told her in response and watched as she rolled her eyes. "Did you just eye roll at me?"

"Maybe," Ana answered innocently, and giggled as a bright smile marked her face.

Kate slumped down next to Ana and looked at Christian, "Your brother wants you for a moment." She saw Christian resist but go and she looked to her best friend, "You have to tell him what she said." She saw Ana shake her head, "Ana, why the hell not? He deserves to know."

"I am not telling him!" Ana bit back, "Now leave it." Ana watched Kate look around the room, and she knew what her friend was up to before it was even spoken. "You are not telling Christian either. No one is telling him."

"No one's telling me what?" Christian asked as he stepped back into the room.

Seeing that Ana was keeping tight lipped, Kate burst the bubble of trust and told Christian, "Your crazy ex, or whatever that cougar is, tried to psyche Ana out last night."

"Kate," Ana sat and scolded, her hand coming to run along her forehead, waiting on the cataclysmic fallout. Before he could speak, she spoke up, "She told me some things, but I fought her back and got what I needed to out."

"Yeah, well when I came up to the house, the scene looked pretty one sided," Christian retorted bitterly. "She was laying into you heavily. So how did you have a handle on it? Christ, I told you last night that you and your damn independency strike is going to land you in so much bother one day it will be irreversible! I don't need you fighting my corner; I can do that just fine. You might be my wife, but you do not need to fight for me! Especially against Elena Lincoln!"

"Shut up, Christian!" Ana snapped suddenly. "Just shut the fuck up!" She pushed up from the couch, walking into the open ready to go upstairs. "That woman has been nothing but a massive shadow on our entire relationship. I didn't want to tell you because it doesn't matter. Everything she told me last night is a lie." She felt her breathing become ragged as she heaved her agitation out. "I do not need to be told she had you first because really, I don't care. I married you first so that makes her claim void in my mind. She reckons you're going to fail at fatherhood. If a woman thinks a man is a walking failure, then she doesn't love him. I know you, Christian, and I actually think I know you better than you know yourself and certainly better than she knows you. I know you love our baby already, so why would that change once this baby's born? We help one another, Christian. We prop one another up and we save one another. I nearly died and we got over that. We survive because we have each other and I don't see that ever changing."

Christian never said a thing. He just listened.

"I would never lie to you about this. I do believe in you and I do believe I am the only one outside of your family that ever believed that your heart was bigger than you even expected it to be. I know you, Christian, she doesn't. Elena Lincoln knows absolutely fuck all about the real you, but yet she walks around like she knows everything," Ana ran her hand over her stomach as the baby disagreed with the stress once more. "She thinks she's God gift, she's nothing until she has what we have. I believe in you and I won't believe in her, ever." Ana had to stop herself as she doubled over, gritting her teeth, her hand pressing into her minimal baby bump.

"Ana! Sit, you need to relax," Grace said as she watched the scene unfold. She saw Christian's grief stricken face and she felt conflicted between being a parent and using her medical knowledge to the very best. "Can you not see what stress is doing?" She asked fiercely, sticking to the fence for the moment. "That is the baby telling you to take a moment to calm. This baby, like every other, does not like stress and shouting and arguing."

"How can you say that?" Ana said, her tone filling with her unspoken fears. "How do you know this isn't something worse?" She asked as the pain dispersed from her body and she was left with the normal backache and the seething mind.

"I've dealt with enough pregnant women in that hospital and seen this too many times," Grace announced with a smile. "Your blood pressure was still high, Ana. Babies sense stress and yours is by no means any different."

Ana looked to her mother-in-law with pure disbelief, not taking in her calming effect.

"Ana, when you stress, your muscles go tense and taut and they react. You have done nothing but looked stressed since Elena last night. Not only that, but you were arguing, with Elena so I hear and with Christian just now. Have you ever had that pain before?"

Ana nodded meekly.

"When?"

"Christian had gone away on business," Ana began slowly, her eyes looking to Kate, refusing to meet with Christian's. "I hadn't heard from him in hours, I just got panicked. I mean after Charlie Tango, it was a natural reaction."

"Anastasia," Christian bit down, but was stopped by his mother put her hand up.

"Was it the same feeling in your stomach?" Grace asked and watched as Ana just nodded once again.

"We go that seen to," Kate stepped in with that. "Stress, blood pressure was what we were told."

Grace smiled knowingly, a little with mirth, a little with irony of being right. "Relax a bit more, Ana, please. I think you deserve it the most after the last few months. You need to take a week away from civilisation or something. Detox a little, recoup, spend a little time alone before the rest of your lives start up again and for real."

"Oh," Ana said and looked to her husband, "You're just fuelling my husband's mind now, Grace."

"I don't need my mother's help for that, Mrs. Grey," Christina interjected, allowing his anger to bubble back down to nothing. He could either help with the stress or make it worse. The latter just didn't humour him. "I have a surprise waiting at home," Christian whispered at her. "I think we'll go to it early. I think it's the perfect timing for it," Christian winked at his wife as her lips pursed questioningly.

"I want her resting, Christian," Grace warned as Christian sat back down with Ana, "She won't go to a hospital we know that without asking so I want her rested and that blood pressure down. Am I clear? I want her resting."

Looking to his wife as she calmed and looked at him, trying to question the surprise out of him with one look, he smirked, "Oh, believe me, she'll be resting." He kissed her, stopping her quizzical gaze and then laughed as he pulled away to find her looking shocked that he wasn't giving in, "Resting in absolute paradise." He looked directly at his wife as he said that, her mouth smirked at that comment.

I'm already there, Fifty.