Fifty Shades…Full Circle

Chapter 35

A/N: I had no idea I had so many readers in so many countries! I got Holiday wishes in so many languages. I often get reviews in other languages, (thank heaven for Google Translate.) but I had no idea there were so many. Thank you.

Sorry for the last 'chapter'. It should probably have been a forum with all the discussion. I just get so many complaints about Ana being weak. I ran across those and thought they were beautiful and seemed to explain their relationship so well. I see Ana as a very strong woman in her support and love for Christian. They fit well. Thanks for all the discussion. "And both of them know that love is the only binding that truly holds."

The last night in Sacramento….

Waking up, I'm in my favorite place in the world; snuggled up to Christian and wrapped in his arms. I could get used to this getting off at lunch and spending the entire afternoon rolling around with Christian Grey. Lying here buck naked my ass is getting a little chilly. As I reach for the blanket to cover myself Christian stirs awake.

"Hey there," he grumbles.

"Hey there, yourself," I grumble back.

"Here let me help you," he mumbles as he pulls the blanket up and covers us. "Are you cold?"

"I was getting that way. Thank you." He pulls me closer and buffs my back to warm me up. I snuggle in to his chest as far as I can, "Mmmm. I like this."

"Me too. Are you hungry yet?" he asks.

"No too much yet." When he talks about hungry, I think about little Tommy and I pray that he is okay.

Christian looks down at me, "What's wrong, baby? You look a million miles away," he asks.

"Oh nothing much."

"That usually means it's something fairly important." He gives me a quick squeeze, "Come on. Tell me what's bothering you?"

I quickly debate telling him about the incident with Tommy and Lorna and decide to go ahead and fess up. "Well I met someone while I was here."

I can feel him tense against me, "What do you mean you met someone?"

"There has been this pitiful young girl that has been panhandling outside the front door of the hotel since I've been here."

"Did she ask you for money?" he asks.

"Yes, but…."

"Did you give her any?"

"Yes, but…"

"Ana. Why? She'll probably just use it to buy drugs."

"Yes, but..."

"There are ways to help other than to give her cash."

"May I speak now?" I look up at him.

"Of course. Why?"

"You aren't letting me get a word in. Look, she had been standing out by the front door for several days. She looked awful; dirty, stringy hair, underweight." I tell him. "Anyway, yesterday when I went out, she wasn't there, but there was the sweetest, cutest little boy in her place."

"Oh good Lord," he rubs his hand over his face. "What did you do?" he asks.

"Well he looked like he was all alone. He looked like he was about Grace's age and he had no business being on a busy city street by himself. Besides he was eating on an old sandwich that someone had thrown away."

"And?"

"And so I went over to see about him and evidently he belonged to the girl who had been panhandling. She asked me for ten dollars to feed the little boy and I figured she'd just spend it on drugs, so I offered to take them to get something to eat. She said no, so I offered to let her have the ten dollars if she would let me take them to get some food."

"What did she say?"

"She agreed, so I took them to the diner and bought them lunch."

"Sawyer let you do that?" he asks.

"Before you jump on poor Sawyer, he tried to stop me, but…."

"But you did it anyway."

"Yes, I did. And Sawyer went with us to protect me from the frail teenager and little boy."

"So you ate lunch with the panhandling teenager and her starving child."

"Yes. And after lunch I gave her twenty dollars."

"Yep. That sounds about like what you'd do." He kisses my forehead and gives me a smile.

"Sweetheart, if you could have seen his little face. He was so sweet and looked so pitiful. How could I not feed him?"

"Ana, I know why you did it. I just want you to be careful. You can't change my childhood by helping someone else."

"I know. He just broke my heart. I wanted to take him home and get him cleaned up and give him some good clean food."

"Baby, he's not a stray dog that you pick up and take home." He strokes my cheek. "He'll be okay. His mother thought enough of him to try to get him something to eat. Wish mine had at least cared if I ate or not."

I'm this close to telling him about Virginia. I want him to know the truth. Now probably isn't the best time to do it, though. Not after dinner with the subs and feeding the panhandler. He'll never let me out of the house alone again.

"Speaking of strays, how's Jack?"

"Good." He snorts. "He's a cute little thing. Teddy just can't leave him alone for a minute. He's going to wear him out."

"Maybe we should have gotten him a dog sooner."

"No. I think he's at a good age to have one now. Grace is another story."

"What has she done?" I ask.

"Nothing really, just worrying him to death. Trying to put clothes on him and trying to make him sit at tea parties. He's a good natured little dog. He just takes it all in stride and hangs in there with them."

"You seem to like him yourself."

"He's been good company at night. After the kids go to bed he sits with me in my office while I work. Sometimes he jumps up on the bed and sits next to me."

"On the bed?" I can't believe it. "Christian he's too small to jump way up on that bed. Are you sure you aren't putting him up there yourself?"

"Well, maybe just a time or two."

"You can act like such a curmudgeon sometimes, but you really are just a softie inside. I take it no one has come forward to claim him."

"You take it right. As much as I hated to do it, we did put an ad in the paper. Haven't gotten any responses on it."

"That's good. It would crush Teddy to have to give him back."

"Oh, I think he'll get to keep him. If anyone does come forward, I'm not above buying that dog for him."

"Christian Grey. You'd do that?"

"Yep."

"What if they wouldn't take any money for him?"

"Trust me; I have more money than they have an attachment to the dog."

"Our kids are so lucky to have you. You're a pretty good dad." I smile up at him and give him a peck on his lips.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks.

"I have no idea, but I guess I am getting hungry."

Christian gets up and grabs his laptop bringing it back to bed with him. He fires it up, "Let's see what we can find to get into and what's good to eat in good old Sacramento." He gets a scowl on his face, "Hmm."

"What is it sweetheart?" I ask him.

"Oh nothing, just got an email that was interesting," he replies. "Why don't we go down to Broadway? It looks like there is a place to eat and go to a movie. Tower Theater and Café."

"Movie?" I look startled. "You want to go to a movie?"

"Isn't that what the usual date consists of? Dinner and a movie?" he asks me.

"Since when do you do anything that's usual?" I ask him.

"The weather is nice. We could get a little exercise and look around. Then have dinner and see what's playing. Anything wrong with that?"

"No, nothing wrong with that at all. Let's do it." I know I'm smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. We never get to do anything like this in Seattle. After a quick shower we are dressed and heading out of the room to the lobby. Christian is his khakis, leather slip-ons and a pressed white oxford cloth shirt. I've slipped into a long skirt and oversized top with three quarter sleeves and sandals, ponytail and hoop earrings. We both have our sunglasses on as we stroll thru the lobby and out the front door. Christian has rented a Porsche Boxster convertible for us to drive to the movie. We jump into the car and I see Taylor and Sawyer close behind in the SUV. Pulling out into traffic we take off. Christian's hair is blowing in the wind and he has a smile plastered on his face. He looks so young and carefree and happy. Looking over at me he smiles and takes my hand in his giving it a squeeze.

"What?" he asks looking back and forth between me and the road.

"Oh nothing. You just look happy." I tell him.

"That's because I am happy, Mrs. Grey."

We arrive at the Café and eat outside on the patio. It's a nice cool evening and the sunset is lovely. We share a bottle of wine and relax, and eat and watch the sun set. After finishing dinner we head for the theater and pick a movie to see. I'm still in awe. Christian Grey taking me to a movie. After we find a seat, Christian runs back out for popcorn and a large drink that we share. He takes my hand and I lean over on his shoulder. This is so incredible, just Christian and me at a movie just like the rest of the world gets to do. Except most of the world doesn't have a Taylor and Sawyer sitting three rows behind them.

Christian puts his arm around me and we settle in to watch the film. He is sweetly stroking my neck with his thumb as we watch the previews of whatever is coming in the future. It's so calming and relaxing just feeling him touch my skin. As the featured film begins his arm drops to my shoulder and I about melt when he begins to gently stroke he top of my breast through my shirt and bra with his fingers in the dark as he nuzzles my hair. This is incredible. I think this is what teenagers do at the movie, and now I see why. I love this. I snuggle in closer as we watch the film. My heart is racing and my breathing is catching. My hand is on his thigh and I can feel that he is definitely growing under that cotton khaki.

"What's this movie about?" Christian whispers.

"I have no idea. I can't concentrate on the movie," I whisper back.

Christian finally leans over and kisses me in the dark theater.

"Good God. Would you two get a room." We hear behind us.

"Want to get a room, Mrs. Grey?" Christian whispers.

I nod emphatically and grin as Christian takes me by the hand and pulls me to my feet. We quickly exit the theater and he pulls me close and puts his arm around me as we laugh and giggle on our way to the car.

Christian opens the car door for me and I slide in the front seat. He slips around to the other side and gets behind the wheel of the convertible. Poor Sawyer and Taylor are rushing to the SUV trying to keep up with us. We take off and head back to the hotel. When we arrive we exit the car and Christian tosses the keys to the valet and slips him a large tip to get it back to the rental company. "Make sure this gets back, will ya'?" he grins as he slips him a hundred dollar bill.

"Yes, Mr. Grey. I'll take care of it," the young guy smiles and takes the keys from Christian. As we walk through the lobby arm in arm, the man behind the desk tries to catch our attention.

"Excuse me Mr. Grey. Uh, Mr. Grey."

Christian stops and looks over at the young man. "What?"

"Um, Mr. Grey, there was a package delivered for you. I had it sent up to your room, sir."

"A package?" Christian looks bewildered.

"Yes, sir. It was messengered over a couple of hours ago."

"Okay."

"Wonder what it is?" I ask him as we head for the elevator.

When we hit the elevator before it can start to move, Christian has me pinned to the wall and has yanked my skirt up running his hand between my legs. His mouth is on mine and he is parting my lips with his tongue as he searches for mine. I circle his neck with my arms as our lips dance across each other and let my leg glide up his until it reaches his waist. His hand slides underneath my thigh and holds it tight as he grinds his pelvis into me letting me feel his erection. As the elevator glides to a halt he releases me and we straighten ourselves just in time to exit past an older couple just getting on.

"Movies must excite you," I grin up at him as we walk to our room.

"You excite me," he growls back.

As we enter or room and flip on the light we see the large package wrapped in brown paper, with an envelope attached.

"What the fuck?" Christian grumbles as he snatches the envelope from the object and rips it open.

"Christian. What is it? Who's it from?" I ask.

"Fuck. It's from Leila. It's one of her paintings; a gift to us." He looks perturbed as he goes to rip the paper off.

"No. Don't open it." I tell him.

"What?" he looks over at me.

"I said don't open it. Just put the note back on it and send it back unopened," I tell him. "This whole mess is over. If you open that then she'll just keep it up. It will be something else next time. And frankly I'm just over all of it. I am officially dismantling the sub club. This sub shit is over. Elena is dead and Susie and Leila need to move on. Heaven only knows where the other thirteen are, but since we haven't heard from them up to now, I'm assuming we never will. I never want to hear from any of them again. Ever."

I walk over and put my arms around him, "Christian Grey, you're the father of my children, the man of my dreams and the love of my life. I've been with you through, births and deaths, and kidnappings and shootings, so I'll be damned if I lose you to something as silly as another woman." Cupping his face in my hands, "To quote a very wise man, You. Are. Mine. And I take care of what's mine." I pull his face to me until our lips meet and he takes me in his arms. "Now take me to bed and make love to me like only you can. And when you're finished, send that piece of shit back to where ever it came from."

"I'm not sure where all that came from, Mrs. Grey, but I do believe I like it," he pulls me to him and takes my lips with his, tugging on my lower lip.

"Like it?" I ask.

"Yes. I like knowing that you can get so jealous."

"Christian did you never know that I get jealous?" I ask incredulously.

"You never show it. I just assumed that you didn't get that jealous."

"Christian, do know how you feel when I so much as occupy space in a room where another man is?"

"Yes."

"Well I feel that way too… sometimes. Especially when these past relationships rear their ugly heads. I just try to contain it, because I know you love me."

"It makes me feel treasured when you get jealous."

"Well you're going to feel dead if you don't get that piece of whatever it is out of here." He goes to move and I hold him tight. "But not until after you've finished what you started in the theater."

When my eyes open I scoot over to snuggle up to my husband, but his side of the bed is empty. Sitting up I look around and see him up and dressed. He is sitting at the desk in the room sipping coffee and working on his laptop.

"Mmmmm," I stretch and yawn. "What are you up to?" I growl at him.

"Oh about eight, eight and a half inches," he grins as he gets up and walks over to the bed.

"Oh, is that what that was that was bothering me last night? I thought it was a gnat and kept swatting it away."

He sits on the edge of the bed and leans over pulling me to him, "As well as I remember it made contact a few times."

"Mmm, yes it did." I smile up at him and he gives me a good morning kiss.

"I ordered you some tea, cut fruit and a warm croissant with honey and butter," he whispers against my neck.

"Thanks. That was sweet of you. What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Just checking emails and firing off a few." He grumbles as he nuzzles my neck, "You're warm and you smell good."

I push him off, "Enough. You are just insatiable. Will you ever get enough?"

"Baby when we're dead and in the ground, I'll still be trying to crawl over into your casket with you so I can jump your bones, literally. I guess they'll just have to put us in the same one and bury us together."

"Ooo. That's gross. Can I be dead first?" I ask.

"We'll see. Maybe I'll be like the pharos and have my wives buried with me, dead or alive." His eyes get big and ominous as he descends on me and bites my neck.

"Well if you have wives other than me , don't count on me joining you." I can't help but giggle a bit, "Get off. Enough Grey."

Swatting my butt as he stands up, "Okay. Get up and get your breakfast so we can get back to our spawn."

After devouring my croissant and tea, I get my shower and dress, then begin the arduous task of packing. I hate packing.

"Are you sure you don't want to drive back?" he asks.

"I would love to spend the time with you, but I really miss the kids. I haven't seen them in a week." I tell him.

"Four days." He mumbles as he takes a bite of his croissant.

"What?" I turn and ask.

"It's been four days not a week."

"Well, same thing."

"No, four days is not a week. It's four days." He sips his coffee.

"Do you have a bug up your butt this morning?" I ask.

"No. Just aggravating you," he grins.

"Besides our anniversary is next weekend and I need to save myself." I tell him.

"For what?"

"For all the anniversary sex." I smile over at him.

"Mmm, that's right. Are we still spending a quiet evening at home without the kids?" He asks.

"You got it sport. You. Me. And the house all to ourselves."

"Sounds like a date to me."

I notice Leila's 'present' is missing, "What happened to the picture?"

"I had it messengered back. Unopened. Just as you instructed, Mrs. Grey."

"Very good." I compliment him. "Maybe that will send a message that all is forgiven, I'm glad you're happy and stay the fuck away from my husband."

Christian walks over and puts his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck, "You sure have gotten territorial lately."

I continue to fold and pack as he kisses my neck, "Not really. I've always been territorial when it comes to my husband and my kids."

"I think I like being yours, Mrs. Grey."

"Well. That's good because I'm not letting you go anywhere." Reaching behind me I cup his face in my hand.

"I hadn't planned on going anywhere." He squeezes me, "Got all I need right here. Baby, I'm sorry you've had to put up with all the shit from my past."

"Sweetheart we all come with a past. It makes us who we are now," I tell him.

"You didn't come with a past."

"I beg your pardon. I have a past, thank you very much."

"Not any to speak of," he teases me.

"Well, I didn't hatch the moment I met you. I dated a bit."

"Yeah, a very little bit and I'm not complaining. I like that you're mine. I've taught you well, Mrs. Grey," he pulls me tighter and nuzzles my neck.

"You're a good teacher." I glance back at him and smile.

"You're a good student," he whispers in my ear. "Would you like a quick lesson?"

"I need to pack. We have a plane to catch."

He turns me around and brushes his lips against mine, "Trust me. It won't leave without us."

Christian and I board the plane and take our seats followed closely behind by Sawyer and Taylor.

"I'll be glad to get home. I've missed my babies." I smile over at Christian as I buckle up.

"Yeah. They drive you crazy when you're with them and then you miss them as soon as you're away from them," he says. "I'll be glad to get home myself."

"I enjoyed having you with me last night." Taking his hand I give it a squeeze.

"I enjoyed being with you."

"Christian. Thanks for coming to Sacramento. I never felt any kind of threat from Leila or Susie, but I love it that you cared enough to come protect me from them. You are my knight in shining armor."

"That's what I do. You trusted me enough to give yourself to me and I'll take care of you. I love you and I'll always protect you." He puts his lips to my hand and gives it a soft kiss.

"How did I get so lucky, Mr. Grey?" I ask.

"We both got lucky , Anastasia." He leans over and gently kisses me. " We both got incredibly lucky."

Eat some fruit cake and put a little flavorin' in the eggnog.

HO! HO! HO!