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Chapter 29: I'm not complaining about going to bed, I'm complaining about getting out of it.

Christian POV:

Last night was the best night of my life. All the other times I said that before last night, now pales in comparison. Apart from my father and brother, who don't give a fuck about what I say anyway, no other man dared to ask Ana for a dance. Not like they would have had the opportunity anyway. We danced for hours and the only reason my father and Elliot even got to dance with her, is because they asked if they could cut in and I didn't want to make Ana mad by being rude. Not that I'm a bad person, but I'm glad the boys got chicken pox and forced John to stay at home. He would have asked her to dance just get a chance to talk to her. The dance with my mother was very emotional for both of us and it lasted two songs. I've danced with her before, but it was different this time. She got to hold me properly and that made her very happy.

"What you have with Ana is special, Christian, and I'm so glad you found her because you are very special and you deserve the happiness you found with her." She told me halfway into the first song.

"I know we've only know each other for a couple of weeks, but I love her, mom." I told her honestly and a tear ran down her smiling face.

"There is no timing on love, dear. Some people fall in love at first sight, some know each other for years before they realize they love each other. The day I met your father, I went home and told my mother that I found the man I was going to marry. We were married less than six months later and today, thirty years later, I love him even more." She told me, then looked up at me, "Have you told her about your past?" She asked me before glancing in Elena's direction with nothing but hate in her normally kind eyes.

"I told her everything and despite of what I told her, she still told me that she loved me too." Okay, I haven't told her everything in detail, but I told her the important shit.

"It takes a special person to love unconditionally. You hold on to that girl, Christian. And make sure you keep that bitch away from her."

"She approach Ana in the ladies room earlier." I told her and saw the daggers in her eyes fly across the room. "They had words and Elena told Ana that she'll never change me." My mom stopped dancing, but I pulled her back and continued to dance to the other side of the floor, "Ana told her that she's not changing me. That I'm chancing myself. She's just giving me a reason to do it." I saw the anger leave her eyes when they landed on Ana dancing with my dad.

"She'll make a wonderful Grey when the time comes." I looked at her with wide eyes as I felt the blood drain from my face. I know I never want to lose her, but I never thought about what that would mean for us. "The day that you wake up and think about her as your wife, and instead of this look on your face, you smile...that is the day that you know you're ready."

I had to wake Ana up early for her surprise and she wasn't too happy about that. Her mood still hasn't improved and I blame it on the tea she drinks. No matter how early people have to get up, after a cup of good coffee, your mood already improved. I've learned quickly with Ana that tea does not have the same effect. She should consider switching to coffee.

"I cannot believe that you woke me up, before the sun was even up, to go for a damn drive." She complains again and I just smile at her. Her mood should improve before we get there. Or at least, I fucking hope Taylor was right about this.

"Still in a bad mood I see." I tease and glance her way to see her adorable glare.

"I finally got some sleep…early this morning. You woke me up…early this morning. How can you not see the problem with that?"

"I didn't hear any complaints about you wanting to go to sleep earlier than you did." I remind her and yes, it was fucking awesome. Declaring one's love to the person you love does funny things to you. I learned that last night when I made love to her for hours…literally, and on every available flat surface.

"That's because I'm not complaining about going to bed, I'm complaining about getting out of it." I'm glad we still have this. Not to the degree we had in the beginning, but still…this is nice. "Where the hell are we going anyway?"

"Montesano." I tell her and wait for her reaction. I have a perfectly good explanation, even if it took myself and Taylor to come up with it.

"I hope for your sake that there's a company you want to buy, Grey." She warns, just like I predicted she would.

"Actually, we're going to visit your dad." I reveal my surprise with over exaggerated excitement.

"Have you completely lost your damn mind?" She asks, just like Taylor predicted she would. She is becoming very predictable…sometimes.

"I'm assuming there's a problem with that?" I ask and she turns to face me, no longer tired and getting worked up.

"I can't just go to visit my dad, without telling him first, with a boyfriend he's never met." I've been wondering what she's told him about me. Hell, after the article this morning and my call to him, I hope for her sake she was very honest. He wouldn't be impressed reading about it for the first time with the rest of the country or hearing about it for the first time when I called him. He didn't say anything, or much at all in fact.

"You told him about me, right?" I ask.

"Of course I told him about you. Just not that he would be meeting you today." Time to settle this. She's way too worked up for this early in the morning.

"I'd really like to meet him, but that's not the real reason we're going." This gets her to cool down enough to give me her full attention again. "We thought it would be best to get out of Seattle for today and let the worst of the storm blow over."

"We? As in you and Taylor?" She asks and I sort of hoped to just leave out this part completely. What is it with this woman and her constant zooming in on the smaller details when there's much bigger problems to focus on? But I promised to never lie to her…

"We. As in me, Taylor and Ray." I correct her and she starts that open-mouth-close-mouth thing she does when I piss her off completely.

"You called my dad?" She asks incredulously.

"Now baby, I would like to use this opportunity to point out that you do a lot more than just call my parents." If you really look at it, I'm entitled and should be allowed to call her dad. I won't use those exact words with her right now, but that's what I used to justify the call to Taylor. He also thought it best if I didn't mention that to her. So yes, I went with his words instead.

"That's because I've already met them, baby." When she says baby like that, it's not much of a turn on as usual and doesn't appeal nearly as much to me.

"I really don't see the difference. I talk to a lot of people over the phone I've never met." Now I'm just pushing my luck, but damn she's cute.

She keeps quiet and pulls her iPad out of her bag and switches it on.

"What are you doing?" I ask as she sits back in her seat.

"I'm going to read that article which is about to cause such disruption that I need to be taken to my dad's house." I sulks.

"But we're having a conversation." And I'm having fun.

"No, you're just trying to see in how many ways you can piss me off in one morning." Well, even if it didn't start out that way, she not wrong.

Ana POV:

This is a nightmare. This post has more hits than the actual news about actual tragedies. Not to mention more comments about my dress, shoes and hair than I care to read. And it's not even eight in the morning. I understand now the reason to escape Seattle, not like I would tell him that, but I understand. I also understand the need to escape before the break of dawn. Again, not that I would tell him that. He should know by now that I'm not a morning person.

Christian Grey finally of the market.

Yes ladies, you read it correctly. We can imagine that even some men's hearts broke this morning when news broke that Christian Grey himself confirmed that he's in a committed relationship with the beautiful Anastasia Steele. As it turns out, Elliot Grey was only protecting his brother's interests and Luke Sawyer was not Grey's private security after all. He is the CPO for Anastasia Steele even though we all know that the young lady is more than capable to fend off unwanted attention. Considering who she's dating, we can now all understand her reaction last week.

Now the question is, why would they keep this a secret only to be revealed at one of the most attended functions of the year?

That might be because Ms. Steele also happens to be the personal assistant of Mr. Grey. According to a statement released by GEH this morning, her contract is only for three months while his current assistant is on maternity leave and after this, she will resume her position at her previous company.

Being a PA for Mr. Grey is bound to be one of the most sought out positions in Seattle after this.

In the statement released by GEH, Mr. Grey requested that they be given the same privacy every other couples wants in the beginning of a relationship. He also stated that no further questions regarding their relationship will be answered.

From the photos below taken last night, it is clear that the couple are very much in love.

"I assuming you're on board with going to visit your dad now?" Christian grins, knowing he won this round.

"Don't gloat, Grey. It really doesn't suit you." I tell him as I put my iPad away.

"I'm just in a happy mood today. A good night's rest and the open road with the woman you love does that to a man." He does hearts and flowers well, even if he doesn't see himself as very romantic. Then he takes my hand and brings it to his lips to kiss my fingers softly and I almost forget that I'm supposed to be mad.

"I love you, too." I tell him, glad he's in such a good mood. "Are you not nervous to meet my dad?"

"A little. For the first time in my life I'm actually hoping that someone likes me." He tells me honestly, but I know that Ray would like him. Even if it is only because he makes me happy. That won't stop me from messing with him though.

"You're fucking his only daughter," I say trying hard not to smile.

"He doesn't know that and you're not helping with my nerves."

"Oh, but he will. A father knows these things. And you're meeting my father with no security. That's brave, I'll give you that. I'm sure you know that he's an ex-marine and all."

When we stop at Ray's, he's already up and in his workshop. There would be no chance of him hearing our arrival. Christian is now more than a little nervous and it serves him right. I cannot believe he called my father without even discussing it with me first. I'm almost certain the thought to leave Seattle didn't suddenly register with him this morning. To have planned the early wake up, he would've had to have arranged this last night. He only made one call last night that I'm aware of and it was at the event, way before we went to bed.

"Don't be nervous, baby. There's nothing but power tools in there. He keeps the guns in the house." I tell him sweetly and take his hand to lead him to the workshop.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He asks.

"Oh yes. Serves you right for going behind my back. And don't tell me there was no time to tell me because I know you spoke to him last night at the event."

"And how would you know that?" He asks and I take a chance to see if I'm right.

"Because you left me with Elliot to make a call last night at the event. When I'm with you and Taylor is close, you never make calls and only take them when you have to." His expression tells me I'm right.

"You're very observant, Ms. Steele."

"And you're still in the dog house, Mr. Grey. Come, let's go see my dad."

When we walk into Ray's workshop, there are furniture everywhere. Rocking chair, crib, bassinette and various other furniture for a nursery. It's very beautiful and very weird. Ray doesn't normally make things like this. Must be for someone special.

"Now this is a pleasant surprise." He beams and puts down the grinder, which instantly makes Christian relax a little. He pulls me into a hug and then pushes me away to look at me. "You look good, baby girl." Then he extends a hand towards Christian. "Ray Steele. You must be Christian. Annie's told me a lot about you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Steele." Christian plays along.

"Please, call me Ray. What brings you two out here? Not that I'm not happy to see Annie." I narrow my eyes at the two of them and acting is not one of his many talents.

"Quit the crap, dad. I know he called you last night." I tell him and he laughs.

"Still not a morning person, Annie? I blame it on that awful tea you drink. You wouldn't be so moody in the mornings if you had a decent cup of coffee." Ray tells me.

"That was my thoughts exactly." Christian agrees and I turn around to leave the two of them there and go inside the house. The very clean house. Even the dishes are washed with not so much as a dirty cup.

I put on some coffee for them and start with breakfast. Searching the fridge, I decide on omelettes with bacon, mushroom and cheese. I also take out the ingredients Ray must have bought this morning for blueberry muffins. And this, added to my confusion because the stores don't open this early on a Sunday. And the fridge is well stocked with my favourites. I look in the cupboard and there's a new pack of my favourite tea. When did he have time to go shopping between last night and this morning?

When I walk to the dustbin to throw away the packaging of the ingredients I used, I see a slip on top and pick it up. Clearly last night was not the first time the two of them spoke as the slip is for yesterday…before we even left my apartment.

"I'll just leave the two of you to sort this out while I go to freshen up." I hear Ray say with amusement in his voice and turn around with the slip still in my hand.

He leaves quickly and Christian walks into the kitchen as if he did absolutely nothing wrong.

"You cannot be mad at me if I had good intentions, baby." He tells me and pulls me into his arms to kiss my neck. Then my ear and I know what he's doing even as I tilt my head and move my hand to his back.

"And you cannot use sex to distract me in my father's house."

"Ana, a woman should never use the words sex and father in the same sentence. It's a mood killer." He kisses down my neck again to my shoulder. "I should have taken that shower with you this morning." Apparently not a very effective mood killer.

"You should have. If we left ten minutes later it wouldn't have made much of a difference." And maybe helped to wake me up in a pleasurable way.

"Ten minutes? That's an insult, baby." He stand up and place a finger under my chin for me to look him in the eyes.

"Can't you just say you're sorry for going behind my back?" I ask as that's what I would've done from the start.

"I thought it was implied." I can't see how it was implied.

"Like you, I'm more of a words person." How do you imply "I'm sorry" without saying it? Looking sorry and saying you're sorry is not the same thing.

"I'm sorry for going behind your back. Do you forgive me?" He pouts and I wrap my arms around his waist.

"You better make it up to me tonight."

"You bet your sweet ass I will. I will even show you how ridiculous that ten minute comment was." I think I offended him, but I know he can get me to climax in under ten minutes. He should be proud.

Christian POV:

Ana decided to stay alone at the house while we came down to the lake to fish. I was not happy. There is no security system in that house. No CPO to look after her. No way for her to defend herself if someone attacked her. After long deliberation and Ray ensuring me that it's safe, we left while she started backing muffins. Then he told me not to worry because his Annie can shoot and there are a lot of firearms in the house for her to choose from. That didn't sit well with me. People get shot by their own guns daily and if Ana had a variety to choose from, so did the attacker. This was bound to be the longest fishing trip I ever had.

"Christian, I'm glad you called me yesterday. I know this can't be easy for Annie. Being the centre of attention always makes her feel uncomfortable. Since meeting you, she's been in the papers twice, not including today. I thought you were just paranoid when you called this morning, but reading those articles and some of the comments, you made a good call, Son." He tells and I'm just glad he seems to like me.

"I just want to see her happy and keep her safe, Ray."

"That's all a father want for his daughter. Not that it would be easy for her to fit into this new life with you. It will take a lot of compromise for both of you."

"I'll do anything for her." This makes him laugh and me frown.

"Knowing Annie, you might want to try and do less. Annie is not impressed with wealth. She's more of a heartfelt gesture girl than extravagant gifts. This, what you did today, even though you probably should have told her, was a heartfelt gesture. You could've taken her anywhere, but you decided to bring her here. She sees things like that. I'm sure she's just enjoying making you suffer a bit too much to admit it."

"Thank you. I'll try to remember that."

"You do that. I always tried to spoil her as much as possible. With her mother not giving a shit about her, I was all she had. I know she always wanted a bigger family and me being the only child with dead parents, didn't make that possible. She never complained when I bought her something nice, but she lit up like a Christmas tree whenever I bought her something special." One thing I quickly learned about him today, is that he doesn't talk much…unless it's about Ana.

"Did you know her father?" I ask, curious about how came to be in their lives. This impromptu fishing trip seems to be a good thing. And since he seems to be in a talking mood...

"Frank Lambert. Didn't know him as a friend, but knew him as a fellow marine. I know he came from a very close family and that they didn't quite approve of his marriage to Carla. Gossip got around quickly back in the day. Carla said she broke contact with them the day Frank died as they refused to accept her and Ana. The fact that his estate went to his sister, totally pissed her off. As the widow of a marine, his death benefits went to her, but he apparently had other interests which were worth enough to make Carla a bitter woman. To the point that she even used the benefits meant for Ana. She's the opposite to her daughter and I like to think it was my influence in her life. For Carla, everything is about money and status in society. For Ana, everything is about family, love and being kind to others." At least I only had to endure a shitty mother for four years, Ana had to put up with her mother's shit for her entire life. Knowing how she feels about family, I'm going to see if I can track down Frank's family for her. I can't believe that a family, which were considered to be a close family, would throw away the opportunity to know Ana. If I were to take a wild guess based on nothing really, I would say that Carla punished them by using Ana for being left with nothing out of the will.

On our way back to the house, Ray stops and turns to face me. "She's my only daughter, Christian. Her ex-boss got off lucky. By the time I got there, he was already in custody. I'll be quicker next time." He warns and he is not joking.

"I won't hurt her." Or at least, I will try my best not to.

"Just keep her safe." When we start walking again, he chuckles and I look at him. "You've got your job cut out for you. I read she has a CPO. How did she take that news?"

"Not good, but I think it's needed. We agreed on an acceptable, but safe distance. I don't think Hyde is going to go away quietly."

"I never thought he would. I've got some information on him if you want. Just basic stuff. A friend of mine is trying to see if he can get anything on him to prolong his release. I'll let you know if we come up with something." I'm sure he has the same basic background check we have, but I'll take anything on the man.

"My team will be going through the SIP servers soon. There has to be more to him and we're convinced it's on those servers." One more week to go and Taylor will focus all his attention on it.

"You won't be able to use it if you obtain it by illegally hacking their systems." Oh hell, there's no way around it. I have to tell him the rest.

"Which is why I bought it. I want to be in a position to use whatever we find. Especially since it seems he might be getting parole before the end of October if he continues to behave." There is just no way that this calculated man is a first time offender. It is only the first time he got caught.

"That's not good news, but I'm glad she's got you. As long as you know that my gratitude ends when I see tears in her eyes."


A/N: I initially planned for this to be a short story with 40-50 chapters, but I've come up with a twist. It starts in this chapter and I might not be able to finish it in 50 chapters.