I DO NOT OWN the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. All rights belong to the incredible E.L. James.

A/N: I'm alive! I swear! My husband is back which means a two second break from babies...and now it's time for writing! Yay! Alright guys, so here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 36.
Anastasia Steele

...3 months later...

"Ana," a smooth voice that I loved hummed in my ear. "Time to wake up, baby."

I groaned, rolling over and dragging a pillow over my head to show my disdain for the idea of waking up anytime soon. Christian let out a soft laugh at my childish antics, pulling the covers sharply from my naked body.

"Christian!" I yelped, sitting up livid.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust, the sleep covered haze causing a minor throbbing in the back of my skull before my sights narrowed on my fiancé. Christian was staring down at me, his lust hooded eyes raking over my completely nude body. The night prior was a non-stop fuck fest and though I didn't mind in the slightest, we had fallen asleep at five and it was just now seven in the morning.

"Are you fucking serious?" I growled, flinging a pillow at Christian's face. "Two hours of sleep, Christian? Go back to bed!" I huffed, flopping back down on the bed with a pillow over my head.

"Sorry," Christian chuckled, running a hand over my bare hip as his lips pressed to my shoulder. "No can do, Ana."

"Don't touch me," I snapped, grouchily.

"Hmm," Christian hummed into my skin, his hands slipping from my hip to my folds.

I groaned from both reluctance and pleasure as Christian's fingers began to move slowly against the area that required the most attention.

"Christian," I moaned, bucking my hips into his hand.

"Will you wake up?" Christian kissed my shoulder, pushing a finger inside me.

"Fuck!" I hissed, wishing I could roll from my side to straddle him.

"Yes or no, Ana."

"If I say no?" I challenged, looking over my shoulder to his amused expression.

"I do love a challenge, Ms. Steele," he added another finger, making me yelp. "If you don't get up, I won't let you cum."

I could already feel my orgasm begin to build as Christian spoke, my hips moving against his hands with so much need it was enough to make him move even faster, torturing me. I bit down on my bottom lips, staring at him over my shoulder as my orgasm came quicker and quicker.

"We'll see about that, Mr. Grey," I chuckled, feeling my walls begin to squeeze down on his fingers just as he pulled away. "Christian!"

I was flipped over on the bed, my face down into the bed before a sharp crack whirled around the air. Christian's hand came down on my ass not even a second after the first blow and then two more came after that. I hissed, feeling a slight sting but not much at all. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the pleasure that seared through every fiber of me like a scorching flame that burned of inch of me.

Christian's hand wrapped around my rat's nest hair, pulling me up off the bed so my back pressed against his cotton clad chest. My moans made the energy around us buzz rapidly, Christian's movements slow and patient. Roughly, he pulled my head to the side, making me groan as his mouth latched onto my neck and his hands slid down back to my folds.

"You awake yet?" he chuckled, watching me squirm beneath his touch.

"Yes!" I gasped. "Christian!"

"Will you get out of bed?" he slid a finger inside me, pushing in and out of me rapidly.

"I promise," I panted, nodding as best I could with my hair in his grasp.

"Hmm," he hummed in approval. "That's my girl."

He finally let me cum, my orgasm so strong I screamed out before collapsing against Christian. He gently shoved my limp body down onto the bed before rolling me over so I was on my back and his lips could latch onto mine as he hovered above me. I placed both hands on either sides of his face, my anger and satisfaction inside me creating a weird commotion inside of me that eventually that died down and left me peaceful.

"So," I sighed, pulling away from his lips. "What was so important this morning that you just had to wake me up this early?"

"We're going to meet Claude," Christian said, his voice thick with lust.

"You're trainer?" I asked, curious.

He nodded, shoving his hard, boxer covered erection into me.

"Then we'll going to meet Dr. Flynn."

"Your therapist," I nodded as his lips attached themselves to my neck and my legs wrapped around his lower half. "Does he know about me?"

"Yes," Christian nodded, moving down to the valley between my breasts.

"What time? What should I wear?" It wasn't the best of times to be thinking about such thing, this gorgeous man wanting to fuck me into next Tuesday but I was worried.

From what Christian had told me, Dr. Flynn had been treating him since Dr. Canter retired ten years ago. Dr. Flynn knew everything about Christian. Did he know him better than I did?

"Christian," I breathed as he ground himself into me once more. "What do you think I should wear?"

Christian let out a heavy sigh of frustration, placing his forehead onto my collarbone, his hips stilled.

"It's really hard to make love to you when you don't stop talking, Ana," Christian chuckled against my skin, kissing my right breast.

"I know," I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he crawled up my body, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I'm just nervous."

"Of what, Ana?" he brushed a stray hair from my face.

Explaining that I may or may not be very jealous of his therapist didn't seem like a good idea. Christian would probably try and make me feel better, reassuring me that there was nothing to be jealous about but in all truth, I would be jealous no matter what. I was jealous of fucking Bitch Troll who only spoke to Christian when it came to business occasions. Well, not anymore, but it still ticked me off beyond belief. Christian was talking to his therapist about…everything.

"Nothing," I rolled him off of me to walk toward the bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower. I'll be out in ten, dressed and ready to go."

"Okay," Christian sounded a mix of pissed and frustrated. "I'll be waiting…here."

"Thank you," I gave him a loving glance before heading to take a shower.

"Yep," I heard him groan.

…

Christian shifted easily through the early morning traffic as I remained curled up in a ball in the passengers seat, my tennis shoe wedged under my ass as my cheek rested on my knee. I was dead, finally feeling the after effects of working on only two hours of sleep. If I had the energy, I would have killed Christian for waking me up so fucking early and looking so damn awake.

"Are you sure you don't want some coffee or something?" Christian asked as we passed a Starbucks.

I shot him an evil glare, my energy level on zero.

"I hate you," I groaned, turning my cheek from him. "You couldn't let me sleep in another hour?"

"Claude gets booked up quick," Christian explained, reaching out to rub my back gently. I wanted to shrug him off but it felt too good to reject. "I usually meet with him earlier."

"Do you never sleep?" I scoffed.

He gave me a small smile. "Not until you started sleeping with me."

It was true. Christian was never one for sleeping more then two or three hours a night, even when we were kids but when we slept together, it was easy to drift. I was stunned that he woke up so early.

"What time are we meeting with Dr. Flynn?" I yawned, unfolding my body to stretch in my seat.

"Ten," he said, finding a parking lot in front of a run down, older looking building.

I let out a loud groan, shaking my head as he shut off the Audi.

"Why is everything so damn early?" I whimpered like a petulant child.

"I think you're just getting used to sleeping in," Christian snorted.

"I haven't slept in since the season ended!" I snapped. "You wake me up so damn early!"

It was the truth. Since the season ended, we no longer had ten hour practices every day. We had conditioning once a week and technique classes every once and a while but nothing major. They were mostly at night as well, which meant I had a ton of time during the day to spend with Kate or talk to Momma and Grace about the wedding. I had remained in shape by attending a few Pilates classes a week and running almost every morning at five a.m. with Christian.

"We can sleep when we're dead, Ana," Christian sighed, coming around to open my door for me.

I sat in the passenger's seat, my seat belt still on even if Christian held the door open, waiting to help me out. For a moment, I thought about how quickly I could snatch the keys from his hand in front of me and lock myself inside the car to take a nap. I figured that wouldn't work, knowing that in my sleep deprived daze, my reflexes were probably much slower than his.

"Get out of the car, Ana," Christian stared down at me with a grey ice in his eyes.

"No," I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Ana," Christian warned.

"Christian," I whined. "I'm exhausted! You kept me up all night!"

"Are you complaining?" he quirked a brow up at me.

"No," I sulked, answering his question. "But I'm still tired!"

"Ana," he said sharply. "Get out of the car before I put you over my fucking knee right here and spank the shit out of you."

"It's not like I'll feel it," I rolled my eyes at him.

He knelt down quickly, gripping my chin in his hand firmly but not too roughly so that my eyes were staring directly into his. His stare was cold and warning, almost vicious and annoyed with my childish attitude.

"Get. Out. Of. The. Fucking. Car. Now!" he hissed, unclipping my seatbelt. "And don't roll your eyes at me."

Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of the car while Christian closed the door behind us and led me into the old boxing gym. A soon as we walked into the building, I found myself a bit surprised. On the outside, the building looked worn, the blue and grey paint chipping and peeling off to reveal the Chicago brick beneath and giving it the look of any other condemned building in Seattle but on the inside it was impeccable. The gym was all state of the art, treadmills with a million glowing touch screen buttons swooshed loudly as a couple of body builder looking men ran on them. Pristine boxing equipment hung form the walls, including a few large, black, punching bags and an impeccably organized weight room off to the side. The large boxing ring in the middle of the gym was what caught my eye the most, music blaring from the speakers surrounding it as two men in the ring sparred amicably.

It was obvious as to who was winning, the man with long dreads and dark skin kicking the lanky, blonde man's ass. He wasn't really boxing, no gloves in sight, but rather a mix of every form of fighting there was. I watched, absorbed in every motions each man made before they finally came to a stop and the winner caught a glimpse of Christian and I.

"Grey!" Dreads smiled a bright smile at Christian, waving.

"Claude," Christian clasped hands with the sweaty man when he reached us, jumping down from the ring and dismissing the blonde man.

"You're late," Claude chuckled. "That's not your style."

"Sorry about that," Christian shrugged.

"It was my fault," I rasped sleepily.

Claude's green eyes shifted to me quickly before looking up at Christian then back at me.

"And who might this be?" Claude elbowed Christian, reaching out a hand for me to shake.

I stared at his hand for a second, looking to Christian first as my heartbeat began to rise. Christian gave me a gentle look, nodding. Claude was a friends, not a threat.

"Claude," Christian cleared his throat. "This is my fiancé, Anastasia Steele."

Quickly, I shoved my hand into his, shaking quickly before pulling away.

"Nice to meet you," I said quietly.

"Fiancé?" Claude looked to Christian with wide eyes. "When did this happen?"

"Three months ago," I deadpanned.

"Wow!" Claude beamed up at Christian. "Congrats, Grey! And to you too, Ms. Steele."

"Thanks," Christian clapped a hand onto Claude's shoulder.

"So what are you two love birds doing here, then? Shouldn't you be planning a wedding or something?""Our mothers are doing that," I snorted, shaking my head.

"Really?" Claude chuckled.

I shrugged. "We have no say."

"So they plan it and you get the bill?" Claude nudged Christian once more.

"Pretty much," Christian chuckled.

"Nice."

"Christian wanted to work out at this ungodly hour," I hissed, shooting my future husband a quick death glare. "And dragged me out of bed to do so."

"Ahh," Claude laughed softly, looking to Christian with an amused smirk. "You hooked a live one, Grey."

"And I know it," Christian scoffed, amused as well.

"Alright," Claude rubbed his hands together. "What are we working on today, you two?"

"Sparring," Christian answered. "Ana has a great right hook."

"Great!" Claude smirked my way. "We'll put it to good use today, Ms. Steele."

"Can I punch him," I pointed to Christian who was stripping off his sweat shirt. "Instead of the bag."

Christian gave me an amused glance, looking extremely hot in his black athletic shorts and grey tee shirt.

"Certainly!" Claude clapped happily. "I like her, Grey."

"Yeah, yeah," Christian rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes," I attempted to impersonate Christian's warning tone.

"Hey," Claude nudged me playfully. "That was a pretty good impression!"

"Thanks," I chuckled, peeling off my own sweat shirt to reveal nothing but a black Nike sports bra on along with my black yoga capris and Nikes.

Christian's eyes immediately scanned over my body, making me chuckle in amusement as I pulled my hair up into a long ponytail.

"Damn, Grey," Claude laughed, glancing over me quickly. "Homegirl's ripped."

"I work out," I shrugged, pulling myself up onto the ring.

Christian stared at me, a mixture of lust and rage clouding his dark grey irises. He dragged himself up onto the ring, ducking the bands with Claude right behind him. Claude wrapped the both of our knuckles quickly, asking Christian to spar with me first just so he could see how I moved before getting to spar with me. Christian and I both agreed to his request, knowing the challenge would be a fun one to attempt.

Christian was well aware of my ability to fight, witnessing first hand how quickly I took down Elena that night and then him. That was just a warm up for the stuff Ray and my Ju-Jitsu teachers taught me.

"You need to warm up?" Claude asked as I rolled my neck and stretched my arms.

"Nah," I shook my head, never taking my eyes off of Christian. "I'm alright."

"Grey?"

"I'm good," Christian replied.

"Take it easy, you two," Claude said seriously. "No low blows and if I see blood, I'm calling it."

Christian went ridged, looking to Claude with anxious eyes.

"I wouldn't…"

"I know, Grey," Claude gave him a shit eating grin. "I'm just telling you what I tell everyone else. You got it Steele?"

"Got it," I smiled, nodding.

"Ready?" Claude asked both Christian and I.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"As I'll ever be," Christian rolled his shoulders back.

Claude ducked down under the bands, standing on the edge of the ring behind them before calling a start.

"Go!"

Christian was the first to launch, his body coming at me with full force, hands extended in attempt to grab me. Quickly, I rolled out of his direction, but turned just in time to swing my leg around and slam my heel right into his chest. He gasped, taken aback by my quick movements, but took advantage of my extended leg. He gripped my foot, sliding his arm around my calve and flinging me down onto the soft floor of the ring.

He shoved himself on top of me but forgetting my legs, giving me the ability to shove my feet into his chest and shove him off. I hopped back up onto my feet, landing a couple of jabs into his stomach before spinning quickly to land my elbow right into his jaw.

"Fuck!" Christian gasped, spitting onto the floor to reveal blood.

"Oh shit!" I gasped, rushing to Christian's side. "Christian, are you okay?"

"He's fine," Claude chuckled from the bands. "Just a cut lip."

"Christian," I placed my hand on his shoulder, pulling him toward me just as he swung his arm quickly but slow enough for me to dodge. "Fucking cheater!"

"You got a soft spot for me, baby," Christian chuckled as I moved a good few feet from him. "Claude didn't call the spar."

"That was some sucker shit right there," I chuckled, knowing I should have expected it.

"Oh, please!" Christian cackled. "Can we finish this or are you just going to keep bitching?"

"Whatever you want, baby," I chuckled, going for him this time.

I didn't hold back, jumping up mid-sprint, swinging half of my body and landing a strong kick right to Christian's shoulder, sending him down. He caught my thigh as I landed, pulling me down on top of him. I landed a kiss on his busted, bleeding lip, making him hiss out in pain before clamping my thighs down on him, rolling backward so that my arm could lock around Christian's neck, my thighs wrapping around his torso. Christian bucked wildly, trying his hardest to shove me off but I wasn't about to leg off. I gripped on tighter around his neck, Christian pulling and gripping at my arm that cut off his air way.

"Tap out!" I barked.

"Fuck off!" Christian rasped, bucking against me harder.

"He's turning blue, Ana," Claude warned.

"If he goes out, I'll let off," I struggled to get out with Christian's constant thrashing.

It wasn't much longer until Christian went unconscious, making me fly off of him. I quickly knelt beside him, shaking his shoulder gently as he finally began to breathe again, his coloring becoming normal and his eyes opening. He tried to raise a trembling hand but I pushed it down.

"Stay down," I ordered softly. "Take deep breaths."

He did as I asked, finally breathing normally and standing up with my help. Claude handed me a wet towel as I took Christian to sit in one of the corners and nursed his fat lip.

"She kicked your ass, man!" Claude bounced around excitedly. "Ana, where did you learn that?"

I was cleaning Christian's bleeding lip as he stared at me, bewildered by what I had just accomplished.

"My dad is ex-army," I explained, my eyes never leaving Christian. "I also took many years of jiu-jitsu and self defense. I think I even took a MMA class back in college but I didn't care for it."

"Wow," Claude breathed. "Grey, who are you marrying? A ninja."

"I'm a ballerina," I chuckled, helping Christian up after a moment. "You okay?" I aksed, pushing back his hair from his face.

"Yeah," Christian rasped. "You were…incredible."

"You should have tapped out," I shook my head. "Sit down for a bit, okay? Get your wind back."

"You should listen to your girl, Grey," Claude chuckled, clapping a hand to his shoulder. "Me and Steele are gunna throw down next."

"No!" Christian protested quickly.

I smiled up at Christian's struggling form as I helped him off the ring.

"I'll be fine," I assured him, ducking through the bands to kiss his lips ever so softly. "If I can choke you out, I'm pretty sure I can take him down."

Claude laughed but ten minutes later, Claude was on his ass, out of breath and sporting a black eye courtesy of Anastasia Steele.

…

"How's your lip?" I asked anxiously as Christian and I sat outside Dr. Flynn's office in the small waiting room.

Christian laughed under his breath, closing the magazine with a picture of some billionaire on the cover and placing it on the table before us. Christian looked amazing in his grey Armani suit, white button down and no tie. I wore a crème colored peplum dress that came just above my knees with a pair of nude velvet platforms. The both of us were clean of all sweat and blood from earlier that morning, having showered and rested for a while before eating and heading to Dr. Flynn's office.

"It's fine," Christian smiled as I reached out to run my thumb over the tiny cut on his lower lip. It was probably a quarter of an inch long but it hadn't stopped bleeding until after Christian showered. "Feeling much better."

"I shouldn't have hit you so hard," I shook my head at myself, knowing I had also given Christian a huge bruise both on his shoulder and stomach from my kicks.

"I'm okay, Ana," Christian pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on my head. "I'm actually pretty proud of you."

"Really?" I raised a brow up at him. "Proud of what?"

"Defending yourself," he kissed my forehead. "And giving Claude that black eye."

I giggled, rolling my eyes.

"I saw that," Christian whispered in my ear.

I sighed, hugging him tightly to me.

"We should send him an invitation to the wedding."

"Who?" he asked.

"Claude. He seems like a good friend of yours."

"We are friendly competitors," Christian nodded. "I don't know him well enough to call him a friend."

"We should still invite him."

"Alright," Christian sighed. "I'll tell Mia to add another to the list."

"Oh god," I groaned. "How many people are on that list now?"

"Do you really want to know?" Christian said apprehensively.

"No," I answered quickly. "Yes. I don't know. Both her and my mother are going way over the top with this wedding! I don't want you going broke over a wedding."

"It'll be my only wedding, I hope," Christian pressed his cheek to my head. "Why not go all out for it? I won't go broke, Ana. I have the means to give you the wedding you want."

"If I had it my way, we'd go down to the courthouse in our jeans and say 'I do'. That's it. I don't want a big wedding like they're making it to be."

"It's the wedding you deserve, then," Christian sighed. "It'll be beautiful, Ana."

"How many people?" I asked, finally decided that I wanted to know.

"Three hundred and fifteen. Maybe a few less."

"T-three hundred and fifteen people?" I stuttered in shock. "How is that possible?"

Christian shrugged casually.

"I know too many people that I have to invite, Ana," he explained blandly. "It's a reasonable number."

"It really isn't," I snorted, still stunned. "Why such an odd number? Fifteen?"

Christian shifted in his seat, clearing his throat from being obviously uncomfortable at the question.

"There are some people we are not sure of when it comes to sending out invitations," Christian said cryptically.

"What? Like who?"

"Ana," Christian gave me a pleading look.

"Elena?" I whispered under my breath. "Does your mother want her at our wedding? No! Christian, I'll-"

"No, Ana," Christian shook his head, rubbing my arm to sooth my rising temper. "It…Mia was going to ask you if you wanted your mother there or not."

"Carla?" I chuckled bitterly. "Hell no. Her and husband number whatever-the-fuck can keep to themselves at their country club and discuss how disappointed they are in their children on their yacht. Not at my wedding."

"I've seen Richard's yacht," Christian nodded. "It's not that impressive."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Richard Remington," Christian explained. "You're newest stepfather."

"How strange is it that my fiancé knows my mother's husband's name and I don't?" I asked myself. "You have a yacht?"

"Two," Christian nodded.

"Are you serious?" I chuckled.

"Very," He smirked. "Would you like to see them sometime?"

"I'd-"

"Mr. Grey," the voice of the secretary a few yards away called. "Dr. Flynn is ready for you."

"Thank you, Julia," Christian rose from his seat, helping me up. "We'll be right in."

Julia strode back into a hallway where I'm sure she came from and didn't reappear again. Christian lead me to the large, wooden door that read Dr. Flynn's name and every degree he had. Clasping my hand tightly onto Christian's, Christian opened the door to reveal a beautiful office before us. Dr. Flynn's office was located on the twentieth floor of a building not three blocks from Escala so when I spotted the glass walls much like the ones back at Escala, I found the view to be just as stunning. Dark brown furniture and leather sofas greeted you the moment you walked in while Dr. Flynn's desk remained pressed up against a huge book shelf I was sure was probably filled with books on thousands of physiological disorders.

It wasn't until the man probably only five to ten years older than Christian was, stood up, straightening out his flawless suit with a smile before coming over to shake Christian's hand firmly that I noticed him.

"Christian," Dr. Flynn smiled brightly. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too, John," Christian nodded in reply.

"And who might this be?" Dr. Flynn asked, catching a glimpse of me.

"John," Christian pulled me to him, kissing my head when I began to tense up. "This is Anastasia Steele. My Fiancé."

So Ana kicked some more ass. Nice, I know. Now it's time for some Dr. Flynn time. What's he going to say?

Reviews are welcomed.

-fighter