A/N: Thank you for the reviews and pm's with suggestions regarding a weekend in New York. It all sounds great… I should put it on my 'ten things to do before I die' list… under the 'dream on' column of course.

I hope you like this chapter.

I'm sorry for the ones that sent me PM's instead of reviews saying that Christian should grow up, Christian always takes things to far, I don't really like your interpretation of Christian, etc. I actually like him just the way he is so unfortunately, he is not likely to change. I apologize if this disappoints anyone.

Important: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to the very talented E.L. James.

Ana POV:

New York is absolutely fabulous this time. I have only been here twice before, once to make the offer to Gideon Cross and the second time to visit New York Publishing after the takeover. Both times was with Ros. With Christian, it is an experience of a lifetime and one I'm not likely to forget easily.

The penthouse is amazing and I'm glad I decided not to stay there when I came to New York previously. It is so Christian and would have been far too depressing. Now however, it is filled with love and a whole lot of loving. He vowed to take me in every room and on every flat surface of the penthouse and we are almost there… and it's only Saturday afternoon. Christian is in the study having a heated discussion with Sawyer and I decided to rather stay out of it.

We went on a carriage ride last night after an interesting dinner. Throughout the entire dinner he took every opportunity to seduce me… without touching me. He opted to sit next to me instead of sitting on the chair across from me. His proximity alone was intoxicating. By the time we arrived back at the penthouse, I was literally ready to crawl out of my skin. The minute we stepped through the door however, he pounced on me and started with his sex marathon. It was mind blowing.

Tonight we are going to a classical music concert at the Lincoln Centre. I've never been to a classical music concert and going with Christian to see one at the Lincoln Centre is the best treat ever. We went shopping earlier as he felt that I absolutely have to have a shopping day with him in New York. It felt like we were a normal couple and there is a lot less paparazzi following us around here. Buying maternity clothes was the same as always, depressing. But when it came to the underwear, Christian was more than willing to give his opinion on what to buy and of course, everything had to be tried on first… in a personal VIP fitting room… with a very comfortable couch. It seems his aim for the weekend included various locations outside of the penthouse as well… not that I'm complaining.

As I sit at the dresser applying my makeup, he finally strolls into the room. He walks up to me and kisses me lightly on the shoulder.

"Sorry, baby. I didn't think it would take that long. I was hoping we could have a shower together before we get dressed, but obviously that is not going to happen."

He walks over to the closest and removes his black suit and white dress shirt with black tie. He neatly places it on the bed before he starts to remove his clothes. I watch him carefully in the mirror. I really am the luckiest girl alive. When he reaches the bathroom, he smiles knowingly. Of course… he knew I was watching the entire time. I decide to take my time to finish my hair and makeup before I put on my dress… give him something to stare at.

I hear him turning off the water and I start to get up. Underneath the robe, I'm dressed in the white Love Collection of Agent Provocateur. It is a white lace bra, with suspenders, white thong and soft white stockings with lace at the end. It fits perfectly and looks surprisingly good with my small baby bump. I've laid out my baby blue dress on the bed next to Christian's clothes. I walk over to the bed when I hear him coming out of the bathroom and with my back to him, I drop the robe seductively to the floor. As I bend to pick up my dress, he is right behind me. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me into his crotch.

"You look absolutely mouth watering, baby."

Dress forgotten; I stand up straight and his hands trail over my front until coming to rest on my breasts. With a slight pinch to my nipple through the soft lace, I feel my knees weaken.

"It's a pitty we are running late and don't have time to play." With a kiss on my shoulder, he comes to stand next to me, taking the towel around his neck to dry his hair. I stand there staring at him. A white towel wrapped low around his waist and chest still glistening with water. With him paying way more attention to his wet hair than needed, I can see his smug smile. I feel cheated as things did not go as I anticipated.

I take my dress and put it on while still staring at him getting dressed. The scar on his leg from the accident and operation after the rescue, is now just a faint pink line. His body again perfectly in shape. I feel a twist in my stomach as I think about the inevitable goodbye on Monday morning. My mood immediately changes and I turn away to fix my appearance in the mirror. Damn it, why is this affecting me so much? It's not like he is not coming back. People fly all over the world on a daily basis.

Christian walks up behind me to zip me up and his fingers trail slowly up my back. It does little to improve my now sour mood and he instantly picks up on it.

"Baby, what's wrong?" His concerned eyes are watching me carefully in the mirror and I make a rather unsuccessful attempt to smile.

"Just thinking about stuff." I turn around and put both hands on his chest, "Ready to go?"

He takes my hands in his, still looking straight into my eyes with worry clearly visible in his, "As soon as you tell me what is bothering you."

"Christian, really, it's nothing. I'm fine." He puts my hands back on his chest and pull me closer to him by my waist.

"Even if you're fine, I would like to know what you were thinking about. Please, tell me."

Defeated, I sigh, "I was thinking about you leaving on Monday." His face falls and I move my hands up to cup his face, "Don't do that. Don't feel bad because you have to go. This is my demons and I have to exorcise them on my own. I cannot expect you to be by my side twenty four seven and eventually this would have happened. I'm not saying it will be easy, but this is what I have to do… and I'll be fine."

"Oh Ana." He pulls me until my head rests on his shoulder with his hands running soothingly up and down my back. "Please promise me that you will call me when it gets too much for you… anytime… night or day. Promise me, Ana."

"I promise, Christian."

We leave the house, both very quiet and I can kick myself for souring both of our moods with my issues. None of that was his fault and I have to work through this.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice says, "It was not your fault either."

The concert was amazing. I closed my eyes half the time, putting my head on Christian's shoulder and just enjoying the music. For almost two hours I forgot about my depressing thoughts of earlier, focusing on the here and now. Christian is right next to me and there is no use in wasting the moment with worry about next week.

As we leave the Lincoln Centre, Christian tells the driver to take us to Central Park. We get there and I'm surprised by the number of people here this late at night. We walk around aimlessly, chatting about various things. Christian tells me about one New Year's eve that he had to spend alone in New York, working into the new year. It sounds so depressing, but then again, that was just how he was before we met. Last year was everything but exciting and this year… this year we will be at our house with two babies to complete the family. I will make sure that this is the best New Year's ever.

Sawyer walks a few feet behind us and I feel bad because he is part of the family after all, but knowing how they both feel about separation of duty and family, I keep my thoughts to myself.

When we get home, Christian pours a glass of wine for himself and a glass of grape juice for me. We sit on the couch in a comfortable silence for a while, then I feel the atmosphere shift and I turn to him.

"What are you thinking about?" He blinks twice before answering me.

"I'm worried, Ana. You will be here all by yourself. Probably working yourself to exhaustion to avoid dealing with the feelings of my absence. I don't like this. I know we can't avoid it, but that doesn't mean I like it. I'm scared that you won't keep your promise and phone me when it gets too much and I'm scared that all the emotions will be bad for the baby." His honesty is overwhelming and like any other time that he actually opens up to me, I keep quiet and let him get it all out. "I also don't know how to say goodbye to you. If you break down, I won't be able to leave. I was thinking of letting you sleep and just leave quietly…" My head snaps up as I won't like just waking up alone. He brushes the back of his hand gently over my cheek, "Don't worry, I decided against that. I can't leave without telling you that I love you and hearing that you love me too. I can't leave without looking into your big, blue eyes and kiss your soft lips. I don't want you coming to the airport as it will be too late, but I do want to say goodbye to your face before I leave the apartment." Not going to the airport is good, I don't want to see him get on the plane without me and then come back here by myself.

"I won't break down. I want to say goodbye to you and send you on your way knowing that I'll be fine and waiting for you to come back to me."

He gets up and then slowly pulls me up as well. We walk to the bedroom and as I get undressed, I hear him filling the bath with water. I walk into the bathroom and start to remove his clothes, gently setting it down on the floor.

After a very long bath with us constantly touching each other, washing each other and simply loving each other, we dry ourselves and get into bed where we make slow and passionate love.

Before I close my eyes, I snuggle up to Christian and I feel loved and cherished.

I wake up feeling too warm and move a bit away from Christian. He moans is disapproval and pulls me back to his front.

"Morning Baby," He inhales into my hair and lift his head slightly to kiss me behind the ear. "Going somewhere?"

"Morning to you too, I felt warm and wanted to move up a bit. You're too hot and I wanted to cool down a bit." I feel his smile on my shoulder.

"Why thank you, Mrs. Grey. You're not so bad yourself." He pushes his morning erection into my back, "Why don't we get you the same temperature instead of you cooling yourself down?"

I want to do as much today as possible today since Ros will be joining us for an early dinner. If we stay in bed now and then in the shower, I will have almost no time alone with him today. I make to turn and quickly jump out of bed before he can grab me.

"I'll see you in the shower."

I run to the bathroom, laughing, with the knowledge that he is definitely right behind me. I cry out just as I reach the bathroom door as Christian scooped me up and is carrying me into the shower. He puts me down gently, but then in complete contrast, pushes me firmly against the shower wall while reaching with his other hand to open the water. The first water comes out cold, but I barely notice it on my skin with the amount of passion with which Christian is devouring my mouth. His body is pressed into mine and his hands are on either side of my head. I run my hands over his arms, down his side and up his back. His hands move down to my butt and then he lifts me in order for me to wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him enter me all the way with one thrust and I moan softly into his mouth. I want faster, harder, but he keeps holding back.

"Feel it baby. Feel me loving you." I surrender to the feeling of completeness, with him deep inside me. He obviously feels my surrender as he moans out his approval.

After a couple more thrusts, I run my nails hard up his back, as far as I can reach anyway, and he instantly push harder into me. I smile to myself as he kisses my neck and do it again.

"This will be over… a hell of a lot sooner… if you keep doing that, baby." He says between each thrust against my shoulder. I move my hands into his hair and pull his mouth back to mine. I kiss him with all the love I have for him, with all the heartache I felt over his absence and with all the passion that he awakens in me. I love him so unbelievably much that it's hard to wrap my brain around it sometimes. I'm close to climax and he increases his speed.

As my legs starts to stiffen, I hear those magical words that always send me flying over the edge, "Come for me, baby."

I let go and we go over together. I feel my virginal muscles contract, moving against his erection. We don't close our eyes, just stare into each other's while softly declaring the love we feel for each other.

As I get out of the bedroom, dressed in casual clothes with sneakers, Christian is waiting at the breakfast bar with Sawyer, sipping their coffee.

"Lafayette Avenue?" Sawyer sceptically questions Christian who seems not to be moved with his scepticism.

"Yes. She will love it and we can enjoy the morning there before going for lunch."

I walk into view and Christian beams at me, "You look very casual and relaxed."

I kiss his cheek and take a seat next to him, "Thank you, I feel quite relaxed for some unknown reason." I smile coyly at him before turning my attention to Sawyer. "Morning Luke. You look very casual yourself this morning, apart from the tiredness in your eyes. Missing your lovely fiancé?"

Christian's body goes stiff at my casual demeanour towards Sawyer and honestly, this will be his brother in law soon enough, he should get used to it.

With a sigh, Luke answers with a small smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes, "I miss her. I couldn't talk to her the entire day yesterday or the day before as she attended that training course for the salon. I spoke to her briefly on Friday night and then again this morning as she went to bed early last night, but it's just not the same." I now feel bad for dragging him all the way to New York, but I just couldn't stay in Seattle with Christian not there.

"Luke, I'm sorry for taking you out of Seattle," I say in a small voice and Christian glares at me, probably for apologizing to Luke for doing his job. I expect a rebuke from Christian and I'm completely floored when it comes from Luke instead.

"Ana, please do not ever apologize to me again for expecting me to do my job. It is my job to keep you safe and now you will be family and that is even more reason for me to protect you. If you want to go Timbuktu, I will be right there with you, no questions asked. Please, I don't want to blur the lines anymore than is absolutely needed and I don't want my relationship with Mia to affect my ability to do my job." His tone is strong and he hasn't spoken to me like this since… well, since Christian was found. Christian looks impressed with Luke's outburst, hiding that smug smile of his with his coffee mug with that 'I told you so' look in his eyes. I decide to ignore him and focus on Luke instead.

"I'm sorry…" Luke and Christian both raise an eyebrow with disapproval in their eyes and I almost burst out laughing at the two, but throw my hands up in surrender, "Fine, no apologies and I won't blur the lines again." Luke nods in approval and a fraction of a second later Christian does the same.

That does it.

I burst out laughing.

They look at me with confusion and through my laughing fit, I try to tell them, "You two… you should see it… from where I'm sitting… Luke, you have really spent… too much time with Christian. Your demeanour is so similar… it's scary and funny as hell."

Christian shakes his head with a smile while digging into his breakfast and Luke continues to sip on his coffee. Then I remember their conversation of earlier, "What's in Lafayette Avenue?" Christian looks up slowly, chewing the piece of sausage he just put in his mouth, before answering me.

"Brooklyn Flea." He says matter-of-factly. He does not wait for my reaction and pay full attention to his breakfast instead.

"Brooklyn Flea? You want to go to Brooklyn Flea?" What is it with this man this week? Maybe he made a list of things he has never done and decided that now is the time to shorten the list.

"No. I want to take you to Brooklyn Flea?" Is there a difference? He looks up and must see the confusion on my face because he puts his cutlery down, take a sip of juice and looks back to me, "I want to do things with you that normal couples do, but still do the things that I like to do. Last night we visited the Lincoln Centre that I like and I thought you might like to go to the Brooklyn Flea." Oh, I see. He's trying… for me. Is it possible to love this man more?

"I would actually love to go."

The Brooklyn Flea is awesome. We had a relaxing morning as we strolled through the vendors selling anything from antiques to jewellery and food. The only thing we bought was Blue Marble organic ice cream. It is free of artificial additives and while scanning the different flavours, all classic and straightforward, I immediate decided which flavour to get. Christian burst out laughing when we both asked for vanilla at the same time and I smile thinking about the time we had vanilla at the apartment I shared with Kate. The vendor looked curiously at us and Christian explained with a shrug, "Vanilla is sometimes greatly unappreciated."

Christian's takes his phone out of the back pocket of his designer jeans and walk a few steps away after excusing himself with a quick kiss on my cheek. I take my vanilla ice cream and walk over to see what the next vendor is selling.

"Anastasia?" I turn around to see who is calling me… too fast and almost fall. Suddenly two strong hands are grasping my shoulders to steady me. I look up into the friendly, dark blue eyes of a man I never thought I would see again. Over his shoulder I see Christian's eyes turning cold, his body going stiff, and even though his facial expression doesn't change, he is clenching his jaw. I better wrap this up because for some reason, this encounter is upsetting Christian and I don't want that today.

"Gideon, how are you?" He takes me completely by surprise when he leans forward to kiss me on the cheek before taking his hands away.

"I'm good." He takes the hand of the very attractive blond next to him, who is watching me carefully, "This is my girlfriend, Eva Tramell. Eva, this is Anastasia Steele." Before I can correct him, Christian is standing slightly behind Gideon.

"Grey." Christian's cold voice takes him by surprise and he turns to look at Christian. "Anastasia Grey."

"Of course. Congratulations. It's good to see you again, Christian." Christian comes to stand next to me with his one arm around my shoulder and reluctantly shakes Gideon's offered hand. What is with him? Does these two have a history that I don't know about?

"Gideon, nice to see you too." Ever the gentlemen, he turns to Eva, "Ms. Tramell, nice to meet you, Christian Grey."

"I've read a lot about both of you asI do follow the gossip columns. Congratulations on the wedding and the baby. I'm very glad that your story had such a happy ending." Eva says very sincerely and I like her, she reminds me of Kate.

"Thank you." I say and in the corner of my eye I can see the two men glaring at each other.

"It must have been very hard for you to be without the love of your life for so long… with no idea where he is." As if I needed a reminder today.

"It was, but he's back now and we're very happy." Christian has a smile on his face now and I would like to know what is going through his mind.

"How long are you in New York for?" Eva asks and Christian speaks up again before I can answer.

"Baby, we have to get going." He says softly, but in a firm tone that tells me not to argue. We say out goodbyes to Gideon and Eva and walk towards the waiting car.

On our way to the penthouse, I turn to look at Christian.

"Would you mind telling me what that was about?" He puts his phone away and meets my curious eyes.

"What was what about, baby?" Have I not told him before that he can't pull of fake innocence?

"The jaw clenching, the cold tone and the glaring… Does the two of you have a history that I don't know about?" He runs his hand through his hair before he answers.

"No. We are business acquaintances in different industries and our paths rarely cross."

"Okay, so why the attitude?" I wait several seconds and start to think he wasn't going to answer me, when I barely hear his answer.

"He wanted you." What!?

"He wanted me." He nods. "And you know this how?"

"Anastasia, he sold you his very profitable publishing house for much less than what he could have gotten. I would never have sold it to anyone if I was in his shoes. Then he tells the media it was part of a strategy." My confused expression urges him to continue, "His strategy to get you. It was a way for him to get close to you and into your panties, only he was not aware of the fact that your heart would always belong to me. He thought I was dead and that it opened the way for him to get to you. Surely you are not that naïve?" I just stare at the man that I love with all my heart. He thinks everyone wants to get into my panties, so that hardly comes as a surprise. But with the rest he actually has a point. Ros too was concerned as to the reason why Gideon Cross would sell his publishing house to me so quickly without much negotiation. Even with the limited business experience I have now, I wouldn't have sold it if it was me. Fuck, was I really that naïve? Well, I wasn't about to admit it to Christian.

"I'm not naïve." I say without conviction and he raises an eyebrow.

"You sure about that, baby?"

"I'm sure." I'm biting my bottom lip and playing with my fingers in my lap.

"You don't sound too sure. Looking back at it now, I think you know I'm right. I also think Ros asked the same questions about the easy acquisition of New York Publishing. He was even thoughtful enough to fly to Seattle to close the deal after your minor accident. Why would he do that for a complete stranger? You wanted his company after all, not the other way around." He's looking all smug, waiting for everything to sink in.

"He has a girlfriend." I try to defend Gideon's questionable actions. Why, I don't know.

"Yes, he has a girlfriend now. He operates exactly like me, Ana. He knew I have been rescued, that we got married and that you were pregnant. Hell, I even bet he knew the sex of the baby and where we went on honeymoon before the press did." He taps his finger to his mouth and it looks like something just occurred to him, "Shit, I would even bet that he had someone tailing you after your very first meeting." His eyes meets Luke's in the rear-view mirror and the look in Luke's eyes tell me that he had this discussion with Taylor at the time. He subtly shakes his head and Christian nods. Yip, they had that suspicion as well, but it was not confirmed. Shit! And nobody thought to tell me?

"Okaaaay. You win. It all does look a bit…" I'm searching for an appropriate word and come up with… nothing.

"Suspicious?" Christian politely suggests and I nod.

"Yes, suspicious." I guess that will do.

"Calculated?" More like miss-calculated, but fine.

"That too."

"So you can see why I would be concerned?" Is he going to go on about this all day?

"Yes, Christian." I snap at him and now he raises both eyebrows in warning.

"What time is Ros landing?" I opt for a change of subject and it seems to work.

"They already landed, but she has some things to take care off so we will meet for dinner."

Back at the penthouse, Christian excuses himself to get some work done and I retreat to the bedroom for some much needed rest. What felt like only minutes later, I feel a hand running down my arm and a soft kiss to my hair.

"It's time to get up sleepyhead. We have to get ready for dinner." Agh, I was just starting to get some rest. I reluctantly open my eyes and find my husband looking at me with such adoration that I had to suck in a breath to get air into my lungs.

"Hey," I whisper and he smiles at me.

"I love watching you sleep. You look so peaceful." Yeah, he should have seen me a year ago, he would not call that peaceful. I shake the memory and pull him next to me with my head on his chest.

"I sleep a lot more peaceful with you next to me." I tell him the honest truth. After eight months of sleepless nights or torturous sleep, the last couple of months have been heavenly.

"I can understand that since I can only get a good night's sleep with you in my arms." I hear the melancholy in his voice and wonder what his nights were like.

"I'll really, really miss you."

"I know and I'll miss you too." He says with a sigh and I decide that we have had enough of depressing thoughts. He leaves in less than nine hours and I don't want him to leave with this in his head.

"Let's get to dinner so that we can get back." I kiss him on his chest and get up to get dressed. I chose a beige wrap dress with sandals in the same colour. I tie my hair in a high ponytail and finish with some light make-up. I turn around and Christian is dressed from head to toe in black. He looks stunning and sinfully sexy. I almost feel sorry for the poor unsuspecting woman that we will come across.

A/N: Please don't forget to review.