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Chapter 48

APOV

Mike finally left after a hideous meeting of three hours. My head is spinning and when I think about the things I still need to do today … I place my head on my desk and close my eyes.

Elliot, Megan, Mia and Ethan are joining us tonight for dinner and even though I am really excited to see them again and spend some fun time with them, I would really love to just spend the evening alone with Christian.

To say that this has been a busy week would be an understatement. Monday Christian and I had our meeting with Ms. Thompson. The next day we got a call from Social Services saying that they wanted to make an appointment to check the apartment. Of course Christian had already taken care of that…the apartment is definitely child proof. But we still had to meet them.

Sam also started to wet his bed. We immediately knew that this stemmed from what he had witnessed. After Christian called his mother, she advised us to wake Sam periodically throughout the night, walk him to the bathroom to urinate, and then return him to bed.

I have to admit that it's been a tough week. After working all day, where I have to make huge decisions and absorb new information, we go home and the three of us have dinner together. Afterwards we spend time with Sam. Playing or watching TV. We just want to give him stability and routine.

Then we bath him and read him a book before he goes to sleep. Yesterday, Christian and I woke up in the middle of the night on the couch. The intention was to catch up with a glass of wine, but at the end we fell asleep from exhaustion. Thursday, we brought Sam with us to the office, where he spend most of the day 'helping' Christian as Sam proudly told Gail when we got home.

I slowly lift my head from my desk and look at my to do list. Holy shit. I let my head fall back on my desk with a loud bang. Shit…that hurt. I just lay there and think how the hell I am going to get everything done on that list.

The door flies open and I roll my eyes still facing my desk. This is Christian's way to come into my office. He doesn't care if I'm in a meeting or alone, he barges in as if he owns the place. Sometimes, mostly when I'm alone he walks in, gives me a kiss and then walks back to his office. When I asked him why he did that, he shrugged and said "Because I can."

The other day I thought it would be fun, to 'surprise' him too. So I stormed into his office, but I realized just a tad too late that he had visitors. So there I was, in only a trench coat and my black Louboutins, getting acquainted with to members of his management team. And to make matters worse Christian asked me if I was cold. "Why are you wearing a coat baby, are you cold?"

When I just stared at him, his eyes got really big. He immediately postponed the meeting and we made love on the couch in his office.

I actually love working this close to Christian. We have lunch together every day, sometimes in the office and sometimes we decide to go out, this gives us at least a quiet moment to ourselves during the day.

"Ana!" Hearing the panic in his voice I lift my head, and look at my amazing fiancé. He looks so handsome in his blue suit.

"Is there something wrong? Why are you lying with your head on your desk like that baby?" He sits on the edge of my desk and I lay my head on his leg. His hands automatically go to my hair and he softly starts massaging my scalp.

"I was thinking" I mutter.

"About what?"

Without looking I grab the list of my desk and give it to him. "Grocery shopping? Baby you don't have to do that!"

"Yes, because I want to make something special for tonight and I need some things that are on the list."

I hear him taking his phone out of his pocket. "Sawyer, I need you to go to the store and get some things." He starts telling Sawyer everything that I put on the list.

"Come baby, let's sit down for a minute."

"How long until we have to leave?" I say while we walk to the couch and I settle myself on my favorite place. Christian's lap.

"Thirty minutes baby."

"Why don't you take next week off Ana?" He starts carefully.

"No Christian, please."

"Baby, you are exhausted. You are taking care of Sam, working fulltime and planning the wedding."

"I just can't Christian…I need to keep on top of things. And next week we will have the applicants for the PA position. I need to be here. And the move will be finalized. There are too many things going on right now, I just can't afford to miss one day." I feel the tears stinging my eyes, but I refuse to let them go.

"Is there anything I can do for you Ana?" Christian asks while placing a kiss on my head.

"Just hold me and I'll be fine."

"Is there anything you would like to do?"

I snort and shake my head. "You know what I would really like to do Christian?"

"Tell me baby."

"I just would like to spend a day with you…just Christian and Ana. And I mean, no phone, no people…just you and me."

"I would like that too" he replies wishfully. "But tomorrow is Saturday and we will have the whole day to ourselves since Sam is staying with his grandfather for the weekend. And we can always cancel tonight's dinner."

"Christian, we can't do that…" But I'm interrupted when he pushes me down on the couch and hovers over me.

"You know what I also would like to do?"

I shake my head and tilt my head to kiss his nose.

"I think you do baby…" he starts kissing my neck until he has reached my cleavage. "I like this dress…" he says effortlessly opening my dress.

"It's like unwrapping a Christmas present…I like the leather too baby…it's sexy…" he whispers in my ear. Christian quickly sits on his knees and removes his jacket and shirt. His pants follow, leaving him in only his black Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

Taking my foot in his hands he removes my shoes and starts giving me little wet kisses until he reaches my thigh. "Fuck, I love your legs Ana." He skims with his nose along my folds and groans.

While he removes my panties he says; "I can't wait to get married and have you three weeks to myself…"

Placing his hands on my face and looking into my eyes he positions himself and enters me slowly. He start moving his hips in little circles. And even though this is the best feeling and I really need him, I can only think about the things I still need to do. I'm thinking about my grandparents, I am thinking about Sam, wondering if he is okay, thinking about Mia who I still have to call back and last but not least about that horrible Ms. Matteo with whom I had a meeting earlier today about the plans of "Lambert Publishing." That woman is really getting on my nerves.

"Baby, look into my eyes." Christian whispers. "Just forget about everything and everyone, and think about the two of us, here and now."

I do as Christian asks, and I am blown away by the amount of love shining from his eyes.


"Uncle Cwistian!" Sam shouts the moment we leave the elevator. "I missed you!" He jumps into Christians arms and hugs him tight.

"Hey buddy" Christian says with a massive smile on his face. "Have you been good for Mrs. Jones?"

"Uhuh and Mr. Tawor is taking me to see grandpa and we are going fishing." Sam replies clearly excited.

"That is so cool Sam. But you have to promise me to be good for your grandpa too okay? And you stay with him all times and you don't jump in the water!" Christian's happy face has now been replaced by his concerned face as he sums everything up that Sam isn't supposed to do.

"I promise Uncle Cwistian." Sam says in this very tiny voice.

I clear my throat. "Hey Sam, don't I get a hug anymore?" I say pouting.

Christian who is holding Sam in his arms shakes his head. "No, absolutely not! Sam doesn't want to hug you Auntie Ana!"

Christian winks at Sam who just looks from me to Christian and then his eyes twinkle.

"Well, if I don't get a hug then I guess I will have to tickle you!" I slowly start moving towards them wiggling my fingers. "I think I am going to have to tickle a very naughty boy." I say again.

"Run Uncle Cwistian! Run!" Sam is holding tightly to Christian's neck while he starts running through the apartment. Christian runs straight to our bedroom where he jumps on the bed with Sam in his arms.

Before I have a chance to do something, Christian suddenly grasps my wrist and I am thrown on the bed holding me down.

"Come on buddy, I've got her…tickle her!" Christian is yelling and while he is holding my wrists loosely in his hands Sam sits on my legs and starts tickling me.

"Oh my God…Stop Sam…Sam…" Sam's little hands are everywhere…my neck, my stomach…he is laughing and drooling…but he doesn't have any intention to stop anytime soon.

"Sam please!" I plead again.

Christian has now let go of my hands, but he is blowing raspberries in my neck.

"Please…stop…Oh my God!"

I manage to squirm away and take Sam in my arms and smother him with kisses…"Auntie Ana…" he laughs… "You are tickling me! Auntie Ana…" his laugh is so infectious…it's beautiful. I finally let him go and he breathes a sigh of relieve…"That was fun!" he says clapping his hands.

A few minutes later the three of us are lying on our bed. Sam is lying between of us.

"Are you excited to go fishing with grandpa?" I ask turning around so I can see his face.

"Yeah. I wanne go fishing…grandpa said that we are going to catch the biggest fish." He motions with his hands slapping Christian's face in the process. When Christian starts pouting, Sam ruffles his hair and giggles. "Sowwy Uncle Cwistian."

"But you are going to be careful right Sam?" I ask just to be sure.

He nods his head.

Christian phone buzzes. He reluctantly gets up from the bed and answers the phone.

"Grey"

His eyes dart to Sam and then to me.

"Yes, okay so he wants to speak to my fiancée." He says after a while.

Christian walks out of the bedroom, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaves Sam and me sprawled out on the bed.

Seeing the concern and annoyance on Christian's face, I just know that this has something to do with José. He wants to talk to me?

"Come on Sam." I say after a few minutes. "Let's pack your bag."

As we walk towards his bedroom we hear Christian screaming from his office.

"Is Uncle Christian angry?" Sam asks while he looks at me with anxiety in his eyes.

"I suppose Uncle Christian is a little bit angry" I squat down so I'm at his eyelevel and smile.

"But Uncle Christian isn't mad at you, I promise." I kiss his chubby cheek and remove the hairs that have fallen on his fore head. He needs a haircut.

He just looks at me, only blinking his eyes. Explain Ana.

"Sam, Uncle Christian has a lot of people working for him and when they don't do what Uncle Christian asks them to do he gets a little mad."

"Okay" He says breathing a sigh of relieve.

"So, are you taking Oscar with you?" I ask when we have entered his bedroom.

"Uhuh" he replies looking around in his bedroom looking for his bear.

I see Sam's bag nicely packed in the corner of his room. Gail is truly a life saver. That woman definitely needs a raise!

Sam leaps to his bed and grabs his bear and holds it tightly against his chest. I grab his bag and together we walk down the stairs, holding hands.

Christian is waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs and he takes the bag from me and hands it to Taylor.
"Have fun with Grandpa Rodriguez, okay Sam?" I say hugging him tight. "Uncle Christian and I will pick you up on Sunday."

"Okay" Sam replies and runs of where Taylor is standing.

"Come one buddy, let's take you to grandpa." Taylor says smiling.

We walk them to the elevator where Christian hugs and kisses him before the doors close leaving us alone in the foyer.

"What was the phone call about Christian?" We are standing in the bedroom undressing to take a shower.

"It was the fucker's doctor. He is being treated at the moment for his alcohol and drug abuse. And even though he isn't able to see anyone just yet he got permission to speak with you, since you are taking care of Sam. He asked to speak to you…alone."

Christian isn't looking at me as he tells me this. Instead he is rummaging through a drawer, searching for God knows what.

"Christian, what's wrong?" I say touching his arm.

"I don't trust him Ana…I just don't trust him." He shakes his head and brushes his knuckles against my cheek.

"If he hurts you Ana…"

I cut him off. "He isn't going to hurt me Christian. Look why don't you join me. If he refuses to let you in the room, I will take Sawyer with me, but you can wait outside okay? We are in this together Christian."

He nods his head and smiles. "Let's shower Ms. Steele, our guests will be arriving soon."

"Why don't we go out for dinner Ana?" Christian asks while we are getting dressed.

"But I really wanted to cook for them." I say pouting.

"Ana, you are tired and baby, you can make them breakfast tomorrow morning. I'll help you." He says grinning.

"I really don't want to go out today Christian, besides they won't be sleeping here tonight. Maybe Gail left something in the freezer."

"Sure, or we can order some takeout food" Christian adds.

"What's with the jeans Ana?" Christian says looking me up and down when I enter the kitchen. He is rummaging through the refrigerator.

"These are my favorite jeans" I shrug "I always wore them to college."

"And they need to be ripped?" he is now walking towards me and poking his finger through the holes in my jeans.

"Yes, they are comfortable"

"Dance with me baby." Christian says taking me in his arms.

There is a beautiful song playing on the iPod and I just melt in Christian's arms and let him guide me. Not much choice … have you Steele?

Call it magic, call it true
I call it magic when I'm with you
And I just got broken, broken into two
Still I call it magic, when I'm next to you

"You are getting good at this Anastasia" Christian purrs in my ear. I playfully smack his arm and shake my head.

"Don't make fun of me Grey. It's not nice."

"I'm not making fun of you Ana." And even though I can't see his face, I know he is smiling. "It's true…the way you move…"

And I don't, and I don't, and I don't, and I don't
No I don't, it's true
I don't, no, I don't, no, I don't, no, I don't
Want anybody else but you

"Christian, let's be honest…you have your hand firmly planted on my waist and guiding" He twirls me around and winks.

"And as for my feet" I shrug "I try not to think about my feet, it will only get things complicated."

Christian lets out a huge belly laugh and kisses my fore head.

"I think it's best, for everyone's safety, if we don't dance at our wedding" I say joking.

Christian stops moving and he places his hands on my face. "Oh no Ms. Steele. We are going to dance…and I am going to choose the song…and I will make sure, that our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Christian Grey will be unforgettable."

"Why do you get to choose the song?"

"Because it's tradition." He says now dancing again.

"Speaking about tradition" I start "I know we said we would walk down the aisle together, but I was thinking in asking by grandfather to walk me down the aisle. Do you mind?" I say quickly looking at Christian.

"No Ana, of course I don't mind baby, I understand. I will be waiting for you at the altar."

"Promise?" I say. We are now standing in the middle of the great room looking at each other. My biggest fear is that Christian realizes that he actually doesn't want to marry me and that he is making the biggest mistake of his life.

"I promise Ana…I can't wait to marry you. I will be standing there waiting for you."

The ping of the elevator ends our intimate moment and we both walk to the foyer to meet our guests.

CPOV

Its official, my sister is a huge pain in the ass. The first thing we told her when she walked in, was not to talk wedding. And I don't know if she is doing it on purpose, or just really is that stupid, but she constantly keeps referring to the wedding.

I can tell from Elliot's face that he is equally as annoyed as I am. Ana is seated next to Megan and seems to be engrossed in a really serious conversation. She is listening very attentively to what Megan is telling her and takes an occasional sip of her drink. The way she then licks her lips is incredibly erotic. It doesn't matter how many times I make love to her, I can't seem to get enough of her. I mean, first she woke me up this morning, while she was softly stroking my dick, then we made love in her office this afternoon and we fucked in the shower this evening. But I just can't get my Ana-fill.

"Yo bro!" Are you even listening? Elliot snaps his fingers in front of my face and grins.

"What?"

"I was just telling Ethan all the stuff we used to do to Mia when we had to baby sit her."

"Yeah, that was fun" I look at Mia and wiggle my eyebrows.

"That wasn't fun!" Mia says harshly and covers her face with her hands.

"It sounds fun to me." Ethan says shifting in his seat and getting comfortable.

"Ana Banana" Ethan says. "You might want to hear this. Elliot and Christian are going to share some embarrassing stories about Mia."

Ana smiles, places her drink on the table and finds a comfortable position. She then looks at me and smiles shyly.

"Ana, I totally love your jeans" Mia says.

"Mia, don't change the subject!" Elliot says.

"Anyway" Elliot starts but first takes a big sip from his beer. He looks around and checks if everyone is paying attention. "Our parents often had many commitments in the weekends. When we used to be younger a babysitter would come, but when we got older they trusted their little princess into our care." He looks at Mia and grins wickedly.

"God, you both were so mean." Mia hooks her arm through Ethan and smiles.

"One time Miss Mia here, cut her finger, because she of course was freaking stubborn and couldn't wait for Christian or me to help her." Taking a handful of nuts from the bowl he shoves them all in his mouth and chews slowly. Disgusting.

"To teach her a lesson, we told her to put a lemon slice onto the place she had cut her finger, because it would sooth it….and what I loved to do was pin her to the floor and do the spit thing… I would almost let it touch her face and then just slurp it back up."

"Yeah, asshole" Mia chimes in. "But sometimes I got your spit in my face."

"Eeeeeuuuuww" Both Megan and Ana react.

"Geez Elliot! That was really gross!" Megan says slapping his arm.

Mia is looking at Elliot and me with fury in her eyes.

"They also would sneak under my bed, right before bedtime, and when I got in they would grab my legs…" Brushing her hairs from her face she continues. "I would scream bloody murder."

"Fuck! I remember!" I say and take a sip of my beer. "Dad was home one day…when we did that to you…so when he heard you scream he came right up to your room…" I am laughing so hard I can't even breathe right now. Elliot has this awful big grin on his face and Ethan is trying really hard to look serious, but he is failing miserably.

"Anyway…Elliot and I were still under her bed...and I remember Elliot's frightened eyes like he was trying to tell me…fuck man we are in a big load of trouble now…but we only saw dad's feet…and he was like. Elliot and Christian, stop scaring your sister…and he left! He fucking left the room!"

"Mom, would have grounded you though!" Mia crosses her arms in front of her chest and huffs.

"Yeah sis, but we really weren't that stupid to do those things when mom was home!"

"So, those were good times growing up, eh?" Ana says giggling.

"Aahh, the lack of parental supervision was awesome!" Elliot sighs and places his feet on the table.

The embarrassing stories about Mia continue for some time, until Megan decides that's enough for one evening. Since we ran out of beer, we, as in the guys, are now drinking some stronger stuff.

I concentrate on my woman still sitting on the same spot. What the fuck! Are there two Ana's?

APOV

We all know that Elliot loves to talk. But holy crap, drunk-Elliot just doesn't shut up. He keeps going on and on. And frankly his stories have no purpose anymore. Ethan is equally drunk, only drunk Ethan is quiet and giggles. At this point I prefer to listen to a grown man's giggle, then Elliot's nonsense stories. And somehow all of his stories contain the words, tits, pussy and dick. And every time he says one of those words, and that's a lot of times, the guys all fall into a fit of laughter.

Megan and Mia have made several attempts to get them to stop drinking and take them home, but every time Elliot puts his finger in the air and says. "Just one more", Christian, of course, joins him.
And then we have Christian. He's sitting very un-Christian like, slumped on the couch holding a glass of whiskey in his hand and droopy eyes. And even though the stories Elliot is sharing, have no beginning and no end, and aren't even funny, he is laughing the loudest of all.
Every time I look at him he winks and blows me a kiss.

Every time he hears Ethan giggle, he snorts, chuckles and shakes his head. He made several attempts to tell him that that wasn't a way how a man should laugh but he couldn't…he simply couldn't.

He came only as far as pointing his long index finger at Ethan, looking at him, and shaking his head. He is drunk…completely and utterly drunk.

"Your tits are pretty" Christian slurs when we are finally standing in our bedroom. I think it took me 20 minutes to get him in here. On our way to the bedroom he decided to look closer to the art he has hanging on the walls. The stairs was also a challenge…truth be told.

"Christian, please just take off your clothes and do what you have to do in the bathroom" I plead quietly.

"And then" he says raising his finger in the air "I can play with your pretty tits." He nods and stumbles into my direction.

"You can play with my...uhm…tits tomorrow…" I quickly dress in a tank top and shorts and make my way to the bathroom.

Christian is still standing in the same spot. He probably doesn't even know where he is right now. Rolling my eyes I walk back to where he is standing and grab his arm. "Come on Christian, please cooperate." I sigh.

I start unbuckling his belt. "I like it when you get bossy baby" he is swaying and holding my shoulders with both hands.

"Sit" I say pointing to the chair in the bathroom. He frowns but luckily he complies and sags down.

I take of his converse and his socks. "Stand"

"This is no way to talk to your fiancé baby." He says waving his finger in front of my face and slurring.

I think it's best not to reply. Never get in an argument with a drunk.

I take of his jeans and turn him around so he is facing the toilet. "Now, pee or do what you have to do Christian."

He smirks before removing his boxers, in a really uncoordinated manner. He keeps looking at me and wiggles his eyebrows. "You like this huh? You like looking at my penis…" he widens his eyes and snorts. "Penis…puhenis, I don't like the word penis…" he finally says.

"Just pee Christian…"

He finally starts urinating but is moving his hips at the same time. "Look what I can do." He says now. Oh my God! Really?

"Look Anastas…Anasta…Ana…what my penis can do!" he is looking enthralled at his penis.

"Do you know what rimes on penis?" he says when he is finally finished.

"No, but you are going to tell me right?"

"Yup" he replies proudly.

"Wash your hands Christian."

While washing his hands he starts: "bus, cuss…thus…eh…fuss…" he grins and he clearly is really proud of himself.

"Wow, you are really good at rhyming huh." I take him by his arm and guide him back to our bedroom where I push him on the bed. "Sit and wait here. I'm going to get you a clean boxer short."

Returning back to the bedroom Christian is sprawled out on the bed. "Christian!" I yell.

"Fuck Ana…what's with the noise" He covers his eyes with his arms "Don't yell Ana." He mutters.

With a lot of effort I finally change his boxer shorts. God, he's heavy. Drunk and heavy.

The moment he's wearing the clean boxer short he turns and lies crosswise on the bed.

Sighing I decide that I have no other choice left, then to lay next to him. I mean it won't be the first time I lay like this.

Laying behind him I hear him snoring softly. Shit, what if he gets sick? I poke him softly on his shoulder. "Christian…Christian…wake up..."

"What?"

"Christian are you feeling sick?" I whisper.

"No"

"Are you sure Christian?" But he is snoring again.

"Christian…?"

"Ana…sleep….oh wait." He turns so he is facing me and I'm hit with the enormous smell of booze. Ugh.

He is trying to open his eyes. But he simply can't. With his eyes still closed he says. "I am going to play with your tits now…" he pushes his face into my neck and I start to giggle.

He starts giggling too and then his head gets really heavy. Seconds later I hear him snoring. He is going to be so hung over tomorrow I think before drifting off to sleep.

CPOV

I feel like absolute crap. I have one epic headache, my stomach is doing summersault and these are definitely not good ones and I reek.

I don't even dare to open my eyes. With my eyes still closed I feel with my hands that the bed beside me is empty and cold. Ana probably fled the bed after she woke up and was confronted with the sickening smell coming out of my pores.

Fucking Elliot! It's his fault that we got wasted yesterday. Every time I hang out with him, I somehow end up drunk.

I decide that it is best to first take a shower and brush my teeth before I go in search of Ana.

I could probably kill a horse alone with my breath.

Feeling extremely sorry for myself I get out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. Without even waiting for the water to get warm I jump under the cold water.

"Good morning sunshine" Ana greets me when I enter the kitchen. She is sitting on one of the barstools reading in that ridiculously heavy book of hers.

"Morning" I murmur.

With more force than necessary she closes the book and jumps of the barstool. I squeeze my eyes. God that sound. And she is doing it on purpose.

"So, what can I fix you for breakfast?" she says chipper.

"Just coffee" I say taking a seat at the breakfast bar and let my head rest on the cold surface.

"Oh no, no, no!" Ana says determined. "You have to eat something."

"Baby, please keep your voice down…and just coffee please."

"Do you know what the ancient Romans used to do when they would suffer from a hangover?" I hear the coffee being poured in to my cup.

Oh Fuck…

"Well, you probably don't, so I might as well tell you." Again making more noise than necessary she places the mug on the counter and rubs her hands over my head.
"Oh, fuck that feels good. Don't stop baby."

"The Romans would deep-fry a canary and scarf it down. They are not sure though, about whether the bird was beheaded and skinned or eaten whole, but everyone seems to agree that those crunchy bones were some of the best bites."

"Ana baby, this is not funny." I close my eyes and try to get the image out of my head of that poor canary. Crunchy bones…what the fuck!

"Oh Christian, I'm not trying to be funny. I'm only trying to help you get rid of that horrible hangover." she says in a sing a song voice.

"But if those crunchy bones give you the chills you can opt for a breakfast of sheep lungs and two owl eggs…and I know what you are thinking now" she babbles. "Eggs are pretty much eggs, but lungs are extremely rubbery…oh my God Christian, just imagine those rubbery lungs bouncing around in your stomach."

I know she is doing this on purpose and I don't even have the strength to argue with her. But at the image of the lungs and the eggs, I feel my stomach turn and a tremendous amount of saliva has gathered in my mouth. I am really trying very hard to suppress that sickening feeling that is taking hold of me, but little Ms. Steele apparently doesn't feel sorry for me. So she continues jabbering happily. And where the hell did she get this information from anyway?

"The German also have this hangover breakfast" She brushes her fingernails over my scalp and softly kisses my head. "Want to hear it?"

"Uhm No…I really heard enough Ana."

I lift my head from the breakfast bar and look at my fiancée's amused face. She has this incredibly wicked grin on her face and I see her biting her lip.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" I say releasing her lip from her teeth. She nods her head slowly and smiles.

"This is my revenge for last night"
"What do you mean?" I frown and take a sip of my coffee.

"Christian, you have been snoring and talking all night…really all night."

"Really? Fuck, I can't remember Ana…the last thing I remember …" I groan and brush my hands through my still damp hair "I don't remember."

She takes my hand and guides me to the great room. We lay down on the couch facing each other. "I'll make you some toast in a few minutes okay?" she says sweetly brushing her finger along my stubble. "I forgot to get the lungs from the shop the other day" she giggles.

"As long as you don't make me fried canary baby, it's fine by me."

She giggles and groans softly. "Christian you were horrible…"

"But what did I say?" Fuck, I really can't remember.

"It first took me ages to get you to the bedroom…and then you had to pee..." She smiles and looks at me. "You were acting crazy…then you started talking about my tits…"

"I like your tits" I shrug.

"Yeah so you said, over and over and over again…"

"I did? What did I say in my sleep Ana?"

She pulls this weird face and says in this really weird voice "I want to play with your tits Ana…those are my tits…and you are fired…" she sighs "That's what you said, but your snoring was actually awful…really awful…and you were drooling, and God the smell…the smell was horrendous."

"I don't talk like that" I finally say ignoring the drooling and the smell comment.

"You do when you are drunk and sleeping" she says. "Now I'm going to fix you some breakfast."

She walks to the kitchen where I hear her rummaging and preparing things.

"You have to eat too." I've say after I sit at the breakfast bar.

"I've already had breakfast Christian."

I just sit there and look at her. She is moving graciously and humming. Her perfect ass is covered by these little, sexy black boy shorts. My dick starts to stir in my shorts. Apparently my dick is ready for some action, not sure about the rest of my body though.

"I probably know what I was dreaming" I say leaning with my head on my hand. Because even holding my head up without any support, is too much effort.

"What?" she says smiling.

"I think I was at the office and someone was staring at your tits, and since those babies are mine…I fired the fucker."

Ana just shakes her head and kisses my cheek.

"You are sweet Christian. I love you." And suddenly I feel a whole lot better. Because even if I behaved like a complete idiot and was drunk out of my mind, my girl thinks I'm sweet and even better, she loves me.


"We're here" Taylor announces when he parks the SUV at the entrance of the hospital.

In fifteen minutes I will be meeting José per his request. Tomorrow he will be transferred to jail where he will enroll in outpatient drug rehab treatment program, which include a range of services.

And even though we are paying for his treatment, I don't want to know the details.

Christian hasn't said much all morning and now he is tightly holding my hand and lovingly stroking his thumb over my knuckles.

We sign in at the reception and we are immediately guided to a secluded part of the hospital where people are treaded who suffer from addiction and are waiting to be moved to a treatment center or in José's case, prison.

We follow a security guard through a long corridor. It's impersonal, cold and sterile. I feel a shiver going down my spine and move closer to Christian, who immediately wraps his arms protectively around my shoulder and kisses my hair.

Before we have even reached the end of the corridor Christian stops abruptly and takes my face in his hands. He is quiet for a while, he is only looking into my eyes.

"You know you don't have to do this right?" he finally manages to say.

I nod and clear my throat.

"I know. I'm doing this for Sam."

Christian nods and kisses my forehead lingering longer than he should. "I'll be waiting here for you Ana." He point to the white plastic chairs that are attached to the wall.

"Ms. Steele" the security guard says. "This way please."

The guard is standing in front of the last door in the corridor.

I take a good hold of my bag and walk to the security guard who is patiently waiting for me.

Since José specifically asked for me to come alone I can't even have Sawyer entering with me. They told me that there will be two guards present.

"Ms. Steele. There are two police officers in there with you. You have nothing to worry about."

I take a big breath and put my hand on the door handle and gently press it down.