This story is nowt like fifty shades; I just purloined E.L. James's characters, buildings and some of her other stuff...


Dreaming of Chocolate and Grey:

Chapter 53:

Safari surprise…

After an extremely nice, I think nice is a very underestimated word, meeting with Sandy and Edward, I am a little sad, because I am still, as yet an only child. Sandy is a very proud woman and I can see what my father admired about her, she is a proud strong woman, and as such I am confused as to why my mother hated her so much, when it was very clear that Sandy made no attempt at hiding it, the fact that she is gay? As I am still getting to know Mum, I have no idea why she would hold the grudge she does have against Sandy? My mother the jealous zealot girlfriend, is not a good look on Carla! She is good looking though, Sandy I mean. One of the lads and a very motherly loving lady, all qualities I would guess Mum does not have? I am living proof of that! Old record playing on a worn out record player.

Holly was enamoured by Edward, as am I, he has given her permission to visit his farm in Wales. A very happy Holly accepted, especially if there are lambs to be seen. It seems his mother farms Welsh Lamb, very moreish when cooked correctly! He thinks they all leave the farm to go away to school? I didn't laugh, much to my surprise, he really does think they are all his friends and go to loving homes, it makes me want to become a vegetarian, and seriously soon too. They, Sandy and Edward, entered my life as a mystery and left as friends. It seems too that Uncle Andrew actually knew more about them than he let on. He keeps many secrets within his larger than that large noggin of his.

We got to the hotel and the front of the damned place is swarming with paparazzi, fans and other associated pests. Taylor is very good at his job, he is an expert, I am in awe at what he sees that nobody else catches. My head is so far in the clouds I need his watchful eyes. My head is a crowded place, much like the front steps of the hotel.

"Sir, we are going to enter the hotel from the rear of the building."

"It's madness." Christian says as he stares out of the window. "I guess this is the only bad part of being married to you Mrs Grey. Their damned need to get a photograph of you."

"I think Mr Grey, you seem to forget they clamber for the money shot of you too, we are doing well not being papped, thanks to Taylor and his men." Taylor smiles, a rare, but welcome occurrence. "So, how long are we stopping here? I have to pack for the holiday!"

"We will say hello, watch as Elliot is rolled over the hot coals by Granny and Mom and see your mother and Bob off, and then head to the airport from here and leave the family to the party, they are leaving when the plane gets back."

"Okay, what and when do I pack for said trip?" I ask, knowing he is better at this secret keeping than I am. "I mean what do I pack, seriously Christian and when do I do it?"

"Gail and Caroline Acton, your new best friend, have packed everything you will need already Baby. I mean everything and more. This is not a function fuelled holiday, so there are no ball gowns and evening suits needed. This is a relax and do nothing holiday. We have earned this us time."

"I like that, us time, and yes, we need it. Taylor, are you and Gail all packed too?"

"I believe Gail has seen to it we too have everything we will need." Damn it, Christian learned from an expert. "Mrs Grey, I am sure Gail has packed everything you will need, the cars were packed when they left the house."

"Where is Gail?"

"She is on her way to the plane."

"Okay. I guess?"

"Ana, what's the matter?"

"I can't believe I am letting go of reins of my business, and for a whole month too."

"I can't quite believe it either, Ros and your new people know they can contact us if needed. We are not totally out of contact. Is that your mother and Bob?"

"Yeah, wow they weren't kidding, they really do want to go home." We are in the underground garage. Far from the madding crowd. Christian helps me out of the car. Mum and Bob head over.

"Ana, I am glad we got the chance to say goodbye. Bobby has a plane waiting to take us home. I had to see you, I… I…"

"Everything with Sandy went well, she explained about the money, about Edwards conception and I found her to be a very strong woman and a great mother to Edward."

"Unlike me you mean?"

"Mum, I mean she is a good mother to Edward, I never said you were a bad mother. In fact I think you are really quite a strong woman too. You let me go because you were wise enough to realise you were not ready to be my mother. You are now though, right?"

"Yes, yes I am. I am so sorry. I realise I was a disappointment to you. I will be a much better mum and a wonderful grandmother to your children I promise."

"Mum, where is all this coming from?"

"I didn't like how close your father and that woman were. I know, stupid, but stupid is my middle name."

"You do know she would more than likely made a pass at you before she pashed my dad, right?"

"She did 'pash' your dad, they were always whispering and laughing at me."

"Oh god Mum, she is gay, you did not know this? How did you not know?"

"I guess my gay thing-a-ma-jig is broken. So Edward really is not your brother? I know I said he wasn't but I really thought he was."

"No, no he's not. She told me everything and was really very complimentary about you. She says had my father been alive you would have been the one to change him. She was just a friend Mum, you need to write to her, she likes getting letters, hates the internet and phones, so I will send you her address and how about you bury the hatchet with her? I mean, if you want to that is?"

"I might do, I mean if you think she will welcome a grovelling apology for me calling her all those horrid names and hating her?" I laugh. "Ana, I was a little bit envious of their friendship. I even stopped him seeing her, she came to Anastasia and I sent her away with a flea in her ear."

"Yes, she said, but she said it was more of a push and get lost sort of a moment and she went backwards into the water canal around the house there?"

"Oh, she told you?"

"We did talk for a little while. She never understood the resentment you felt towards her? Anyway Bobby is chomping at the bit to head off. Call me when you get home. And Mum?"

"Yes Ana?"

"Thank you for being here for me now. Please stop re-hashing the past. It's the past. Besides, with three of the little buggers to look after, I am going to need my mother about, if that's okay with Bobby?"

"Oh he will be fine, he will have to be. I intend to be with you and be there for you to lean on." Bobby taps his watch. Okay, I get it. Mum doesn't want to leave and he does. "Okay Bobby, the plane won't leave without us. Bye Ana and Christian, look after my daughter, please?" He leans in and kisses her cheek, she blushes and scampers across to their car. I watch as they pull out of the garage and smile.

"My mother is indeed someone who needs a lot of reassuring."

"She is just worried Baby, worried you will not have her in your life. I guess she is still insecure about what she did?"

"I get that, I really do, but there is no way in hell I would ever leave my child with anyone else, not for all the tea in China or the cocoa beans on either side of the Equator or the vanilla pods in Madagascar."

"Okay, I am glad to know they come before chocolate, they come before golf too Baby, just so you know! Now, let's go see the busted head Elliot has, shall we?" I link his arm and we head in to the wake. Which is not as lively as I thought it would be, I guess the rockers are not as lively as they once were? They are drinking tea and eating scones in the lounge, how very British of them? They are not with the rest of the family. Apparently, they are waiting for us as it happens, as they have more publicity to do for the album and are waiting to say goodbye.

"So, where did this party go to die?" I ask them. "Uncle Wolfe? Holly?"

"Hu?"

"Holly who died? This party is not much of a party."

"Annie, it's a wake. It's meant to be a mournful affair and besides we are leaving when the battle bus arrives, Taylor has it hightailing around London, because we were spotted by the sewer creatures." Uncle Wolfe says. "We are getting rowdy, so were sent out of the party room. Apparently, we cussed too loudly at the football results. Birmingham City lost again…"

"I didn't expect you to be tossing televisions out of the windows and trashing the place, bit drinking tea and eating scones, that's very old lady like of you, please remember Nonno liked a good drop of wine, Papa Frank liked a nice malt, my father liked the good beer, you are meant to be the wild men of rock, are you not?"

"Nah Annie, that was all publicity. We always had tea and scones after a gig." I smile as he winks. Frog tries to pull the rug over my eyes, Frog stepped up for us at the concert, he was my father's replacement and the bands keyboard player, real name Alexander Frogmore. Hence the Frog nick-name, derrr.

"I did not come down in the last shower Uncle Alex. Now, and just because I cannot drink, it does not mean you cannot."

"Okay, okay, Annie, can we be honest young lady?"

"Yes Uncle Wolfe?"

"We don't touch the hard stuff. We are old and crinkly, and it takes us days to get sober. It's not as fun as it was when we were kids in uni, being drunk then was a rite of passage into being in a rock band, but it's not for the faint of heart, and let's face it Annie, we are not the sprightly kids we once were, I mean let's look at the health of the band shall we? Two members, who don't want to admit it, have two dodgy tickers, one or two of them need more tablets to get them up in the morning than an old aged retirement home, there is a diabetic, at least three dodgy hips and a deaf member and one who has milk bottles for glasses, time has made the Lambs and Wolves very road worn and time weary guys, long since gone the late nights the booze, the drugs and the women and hangers on, now we are the hangers on, to walking sticks and walking frames, Uncle Dave over there has a motorised mobility scooter in his garage, we will toast your father with tea and scones like old ladies, cheers Annie." I laugh.

"Oh god talk about over the top. I happen to know the drinks bill for the concert was huge, and the riders you put in were not very rock and roll, but the hidden riders were, so where that bill sprouted from lord only knows. Do I blame the aged groupies?" Uncle Wolfe points at Golden Graham, "I know you are not quite up to Mick and the boys standards, unless one of you is become a dad at seventy?" We all look at Uncle Graham. He laughs, his shoulders shrug and he smiles.

"I am working on it kiddo, I happen to know all of us have had our moments, but these days Annie, we need to pop so many blue pills, it's a small wonder we are not turning into stiff Smurfs when we get to entertain the ladies, if you know what I mean?" I laugh so hard a bray like a donkey. Uncle Graham, the bassist, is the wildest of my band uncles, he is the Ronnie Wood of the band.

"We? I will have you know not all of us are like you G, and please remember those are my girls." Uncle Wolfe is laughing at the bands only remaining wild man, the one who, when he wears them, has the milk bottles for glasses. Holly is very happy today, and as I see Luke, he is grinning too. Oh my oh my, is this thing they have serious?

"Okay, okay, okay stop before Ana wets herself again. Daddy, you and the boys are not The Rolling Stones, but neither are you past it. We, Ana and I do not want to hear about you sexcapaids Uncle Graham. Really, quit it with the pity party too, I happen to know you are all in pretty good shape these days, sort of. If not then I will get you all a trainer apiece and get you in shape."

"We were pulling your legs girls. We have the odd wild night, but we seriously are not as young as we think we are. That damned concert was bloody hard work and the riders we put in were nothing like the bad old days. Gone the fully stocked bar, the women and the drugs. In their place, a nice bottle of wine, prescribed drugs and a creche for the grandkids, and not forgetting Flynn's new wife." Wolfe laughs as a cushion heads his way.

"Hey, what can I say, I am in love, and Mya, she is not a kid." Flynn's new wife is five years older than me. "Age is just a number, forced on us by society, besides women my age are not as bendy and Mya is very bendy." He winks. Oh my god, no…

"Hu? Who is bendy? Me?" Uncle Graham says, he is the band member known for the wildest sexcapaids. "Is that another dig at my youthful outlook on life? As per?"

"I said old man, age is just a number. Turn your hearing aid up man." He is the deaf one. Poor guy.

"I heard you, I was hoping I was not getting the damned lecture on my dating young and very bendy models, I note you took my advice when you ordered your new bride from the Thai Bride Book?" Graham is very cutting.

"Hey ass hole, she didn't come from a book." Oops, here goes the flare up, again.

"Nah, he ordered her on line…" Frog is not helping. I drop my head. I forgot just how competitive this lot are.

"Okay. So, what's the news with the record sales? And I happen to know Mya, as you bloody well know, she used to work for me, and it's her parents who come from Thailand and not her? Let's stop with the tall tales and the leg pulling, shall we? Honestly, you lot are really not that funny anymore and I don't want to know about anything bendy, okay? Now, let's just settle down and be serious about adding to your pensions, shall we? I happen to know nursing homes are getting more expensive." They mutter their thanks.

"Thanks for that Ana, Mya and I thank you for the introduction, that was the best chocolate launch ever. My favourite actually… Though from what I hear the New York one was a life changer for you Little One?" I blush.

"It was, for both Ana and I." Christian has his arm around me. "Best ever…"

"It was, now Uncle Wolfe, you are in touch with Stella and Shaun at the record label's PR branch, so what is the news on the ticket sales, album sales and concert and related album stuff?" Very technical, not…

"We are at number one on the album sales, pre orders for the DVD of the concert are amazing as are the demands for more of our time. It seems we may have to do a couple of small arena tours. So we will need those trainers, I for one will need them, I haven't got anything nearly as nimble and bendy as the women in your lives, Holly? Close your ears, please?" She covers her ears and laughs. "I haven't pulled anything in years and don't have the need in me anymore. Though I did try it a couple of years back with the botanist in the house near me, and she threw my back out." The guys all laugh.

"I could have done with the heads up there Uncle Wolfe." I say, "shocked and horrified here and I am now feeling like I really did not need to know that about you…" I shudder.

"You should have been in the damned house, I thought she had killed him with her backward facing pony trick, which I found out is not a yoga move at all, Google did not save my blushes and the headphones did not drown out the screams." Holly smiles. "The trip to the chiropractic place, was a fun filled experience, he cussed like a sailor and cried like a baby. Poor Diana can't look us in the face when she's in her garden now, and the guy who does it now is not up for seeing to the inside plants, is he Dad? Not like Diana did, I swear those plants were over watered to cover their secret bunk ups. I mean cacti do not need watering daily. Even I knew that. They were better cared for than the dog and watered more than the damned lawn. RIP cacti."

"I said ears covered, and how was I to know you arrived back quietly for a change?" Holly laughs.

"Oh lord… So, back to the figures and a tour? How are you going to tour without Dad, 'cos much as I love you guys, I am not doing that ever again, it was horrific?"

"No need, the green screen thing was so good, the publicist is working on a way of using more footage. Frog here will still be the body on stage. I knew you would say no, besides when we are touring you will be humongous."

"Cheers, don't remind me. Now, let's get those damned drinks, tea or otherwise. You lot are nutters. I love you all, but you are hard bloody work."

"Try living with them." Holly says.

"You live with me most of the time Hols…"

"For good reason. For a bloody good reason. It's like feeding time at the zoo, or nap time at the nursery, or old man time in the young man cave, they really think its a time warp man cave. I swear I know more than I need to about these ageing rockers than is good for my young sensitive ears. Hey-ho, you aged, man-whores of rock, I have listened to enough sex talk from my father and uncles for a while, I have a holiday to ready myself for, Gail needs to help me pack too, sadly she took one look in my room and said she would need a week just to sort out my floor-drobe. So, if it is okay with you Miss Ana, I am going back home to pack."

"I thought you packed already?"

"Nope, I have had better things to do. Can I go?" She winks at Luke.

"Yes, but do not be too long. We are heading out of here in an hour." Christian says. "Please?"

"Okay, I only need ten minutes, I have all I need in my grab bag. Though the leopard skin bikini may not be suitable, I don't want to be eaten or mounted by a damned big arsed Leopard."

"Holly…"

"What Christian, I didn't say anything about Africa, oops…" I look at their faces, okay we are going to a place with Leopards? "Much, sorry… I can still come, can't I?"

"Yes, but remind me never to confide in you again."

"Christian, are we going to Africa to see my adopted pets?"

"Yes, we are going to see Nonno the elephant and Christian, the lion, we are doing the trip you were to do with Nonno, but we are also going somewhere quiet too, though I am thinking of leaving Holly with the damned game preserve, for the Cheetahs and lions to play with."

"Sorry, I am no good at secret Santa either. Laters, I need to pack for the safari… So-fari, so good eh?" She leaves and I laugh. I have wanted to do that trip for so long.

"Thank you, I really love you. Now, let's go and mingle with the normal folk's, shall we?" After the band go and get on their bus, and the goodbyes are said, we head into the family rooms, where the rest of the party people are. As we open the doors I stand and stare, "oh lord. I stand corrected, are none of your family sane either Christian?"

"Mother, what has happened?" I duck as Christian suddenly has a very messy cake heading his way, "Elliot, did you start a food fight and Mother do not toss that salad my way." Oops, too late.

"Sorry…" I hear her scream as Cary covers her in the dressing for the salad Christian is now wearing, he looks good in lettuce too, yummy…

"Mother? Explain yourselves and stop making this godawful mess. How old are you? Grandmother, put down that leg of lamb. Put it down…" It hits Elliot. "Now…" There is a sudden moment of calm…

"Sorry but she started it." Granny T is pointing at Kate. Who is pointing at Jose. Who is pointing at Ethan, who is sat in a chair covered in cream and chocolate cake. Really? I thought the band were immature, and in this room, are the great, the sensible caretakers of my life and the supposed good mannered folks in my life, all looking like they are in clown school, training to be slapstick artists.

"And, you thought these were the sensible ones Ana?" Christian asks.

"Oh, really, pray tell why are we the baddies?" Grace says, as Christian and I take in the very messy room. I am not paying for clean-up.

"Care to explain Kate?"

"No not really, Grammy was annoying me about our drunken wedding, she wouldn't stop moaning about not having a bloody hat, so I gave her one."

"Yup, I got a trifle thing, very fetching don't ya think? So I had to return the complement, I, by mistake I might add, hit Growling Gracie Grey here with the tray of mini flans when Kate ducked, good dodging by the way new Grey, I didn't have my glasses to hand, or I did but they were under a layer of trifle, I would not have missed had I had them on Katherine. Grace then picked up the fruit salad and I ducked. Her son then shouted food fight and we have had a very cleansing ten minutes, you should have been here then, you missed all the good projectiles, there is a salmon somewhere, but we lost the fowl and the bread rolls and a ham… It is very stress reliving, better than a naked massage, much better fun and you get to keep your clothes on." I laugh at the normally so prim and proper Grey's covered in a mess.

"Are you serious, this is a thirteen thousand pound a night suite. It is ruined and for what? A missed opportunity to wear a damned hat grandmother?"

"A wedding hat Christian, oh do chill out, there's a good boy, take the stick out of your butt and chill. It will all come out with soda water, here see…" She squirts the soda thing at her shocked grandson. I swear I nearly peed my pants as he grapples it from the aged lady and squirts her back, by accident.

"It seems the gentlemen of the band, are the saints and in your absence, you are in fact forgiven boys the bad boys are in here, I forgive them, they can talk about sex and anything else band related, as long as they never throw a food fight like this." I say. Holly missed out on a food fight. She starts them usually, and they cost her an arm and a leg to have cleared. She has been arrested in some very swanky places too. "So, what are we going to do now then?"

"I, I am going to have a shower and we are leaving, before I lose the plot totally, this is a wake not a sideshow, really, it was wake family, a damned wake." He says through clenched teeth. "We, sorry you lot need to apologise to Ana and her family." A slice of pepper falls of his head and I swear I do not laugh, well much?

"Oh, I don't know Marco and me, we enjoyed it Chris. Besides, Papa would have loved it. He and Antihippie used to love a good food fight. The dogs liked to clean up and it annoyed the faux Vita to leaving him for the week, good result I might add. The pool always looked like a bowl of soup when they had finished. It is a very fitting after funeral party to throw, excuse the pun, he would have loved it, thanks guys…"

"I have to admit, Nonno would have liked it. Though Christian is right, the room is ruined. So, what's next?"

"Oh Ana, I am sorry, but once we started we couldn't stop, my poor father was asleep until the selection of sandwiches landed on his head, complete with tray." Grace says as she clears the crappy glupe and mess from her Dior dress.

"I thought it was rather shoddy room service. My wife will pay for it later!" He winks and eats the tiny triangles still left around him. "Would you like a tuna and cheese thing Ana, they are very moreish, another odd combination is this chicken and peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It is very satay tasting, very unusual, do you think I am getting the pregnancy craving for you Ana?" He is sat as calm as anything making sandwiches from the mess on his ugly shirt and board shorts, with knees like that he should have gone for cotton summer trousers, he looks so funny I laugh again.

"I don't think so, but thanks for the offer. Who ordered PB and J sandwiches anyway?" I feel very sick, the combination of booze and all this food is doing nothing to help this sickness.

"I ordered them for Elliot, he likes them don't you Honey?" Kate says as she wipes away the glupe from her blonde locks. "I think they were what Grammy T bit into first. I laughed and the rest is history. I will have the rooms redone, it was worth it. I haven't had so much fun with my clothes on, ever." I shake my head. Way to lower the tone even more Kate!

"Katherine Agnes Grey…" He father Eamon is here too, and is the only one still clean and pristine. "I leave you for ten minutes and you caused all this mess?" He looks very odd and like he is seeing this room very differently than I am, it will clean off or can be replaced, he is pale. Okay, am I missing something?

"No, that would be me and I would Eamon dear, duck or move…" Grammy T was too late with the warning and something, I am not even sure it was food of any description falls out or from one of the light fittings and covers him in the same glupe as the rest of them, the room is silent… "Oops, sorry you snooze you lose Eamon. I do believe we found the missing goose Grace. Eamon is modelling it."

"Mother…" The room stares at Eamon Kavanagh. His children cringe. My husband is opened mouthed and Grace and Carrick suddenly rush to his aid.

"It is fine, please stop touching me. Please stop." He looks shocked, he looks pissed off, he looks like he is going to cry.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Did I miss something? "Daddy talk to me, please?" Kate is crying. I always say good horsing around always ends in tears. I was right, it has.

"Dad, speak…" Ethan asks. Grace steps forward.

"Eamon, you will be fine, breathe deeply and come with me to the bathroom. Breathe in and out slowly." Grace takes his hand and he slowly walks with her, he looks like he has been hit with a stun gun, not an orange and plum glazed goose. He follows Grace, Kate and Ethan follow her. What did I miss, did the duck, sorry the goose have a knife hidden within it?

"He suffers from a severe case of Mysophobia, the fear of germs Ana. He has done all his life. He was getting better, I bet this puts him right back. Hell of a way to end a party." Carrick tells me.

"As in really afraid of germs?" I ask, not knowing about this has me shocked.

"He has many OSD type phobias, Automysophobia, the fear of simply being dirty, and Claustrophobia are on the very top of his list. Did you not know he was kidnapped as a child and was placed underground in a wooden casket thing Ana, I was so sure Frank would have had guards on you too. Poor Eamon has never got over it, even after all these years and specialists he has had to see." Carrick tells me.

"Why did I not know this about him? I mean I knew he was OCD about touching people and shaking hands, but to be like that? Wow?"

"It was no fun for him growing up. Hence the precautions he takes around the family, the clean areas he lives in and works in. He was with Grace and Mia when they had their accident, he was driving them to go and see a concert in my place, and they were hit by the drunk who nearly killed them all a few years ago. It flared up again when he was covered in all their blood. This is not a good end to the day. Christian, take Ana and yourselves away. We will sort out the mess we caused. Please just take off, all of you take to your rooms, he won't want to see you. Besides I think we all need to ready ourselves for the journey home we made a hell of a mess and will have the room cleaned, it was just a moment of madness for everyone, especially after the last few weeks." I am shocked and then it hits me, that was the night Christian took my gift and left in the middle of the night. What a way to end a shitty day, in tears… Poor Eamon… We do as Carrick asks before I really do cry… We are mid way to his room at the hotel, when the dams burst and it is not me crying, but Christian. What the hell?

"Christian, why are you crying, it's only food, it will come off in the wash?"

"I realise that was the night we made our son. Ana that was the night Mia and Mom nearly died, what a fuck up."

"Indeed, and Eamon, he was there too, I never knew that, did he get hurt too?"

"Yes, but he feels guilty that he escaped with just the gash to his head. He spent months in therapy. I thought he was getting over it, or getting better at coping with it. How the hell does a falling goose and a mess make a man as strong as Eamon fall apart at the seams?"

"You have to ask, didn't you have the same issues with touch Christian?"

" Yes, I did, and I guess that's why he understood me more than my parents. God, we are going to have to wrap our three babies in so much cotton wool Baby. Will they be normal?"

"Is that why you are crying?" He wipes away the tears. "If so stop it, we will be super secure and have the best people on our side, we have Taylor."

"I guess so. I mean what if they too get kidnapped like poor Eamon and Kate?" He says, I hug him tight. Yes what the hell will happen if they do and how do we stop it from happening. Wait a minute, did he say Kate too, is my brain not hearing everything? Am I having memory problems, when did Kate get kidnapped?

"Kate got kidnapped?" I say shocked. "When?"

"When she was little. Thankfully her security stopped the mad woman before she got out of the grounds, she dropped Ethan and headed off with just Kate, it was his crying that alerted their nanny, or god knows what poor Ethan would have done. After that their security was rampped up to the max, as was everyone who knew them, my family too."

"God, will it ever end? I am, we are I mean, we are going to look for a very secure house for us to raise our children in. Do you think we could buy Fort Knox, I can pay over the odds for it?"

"We, and I mean Taylor and the whole of the security we have in place, are already looking for somewhere secure but which affords us some sort of freedom from prying eyes too. I guess this has been a very unusual funeral and after party Ana?"

"You can say that again. What a crappy end to the day, I mean it's never straight forward for us lately, and don't think I am not grateful for your planning the trip to see my lion and elephant, in all that food mess I forgot to hug you and thank you for planning the perfect getaway, that shows you listen to me and that gets you many bonus kisses, and other good stuff Mr Grey."

"It's not over yet Mrs Grey, this very unusual day! Ana, I had to wonder if they were filming it, it was just so, so god, so unusual, and I was shocked to hear them speaking openly about Eamon, they are usually very guarded about his problems. Ana, it was obvious you never knew, did Kate never say anything did you never wonder who the guys are who follow her and Ethan?"

"No, nothing. It explains why she is so good at accepting her security. I am very glad I was kept out of the public eye and lived on the island and allowed to run free and be the Wisp. I would hate for our children to be so swaddled Christian, and yes I mean I really would hate it."

"It was something I never imagined me ever having to deal with, I guess it is a lot to take on. Taylor is the best Ana, but you are right, it is something we should concentrate on, the safety of our family."

"Bang goes the next fifty years of worrying… Urgh, you always worry about your children whether they are a baby or not, so how about we enjoy the next few weeks and then start to work out what part of Seattle we are turning into the next Jurassic Park? I will have my people work with those electric fence guys, I want the paps papped, and with a bolt of lightening and many volts of electricity, especially if they come near the damned fence or our babies."

"Ana, I am being serious."

"So Christian was I, and it's frightening to think I may enjoy seeing some cockroach papa person sizzle on a fence. How do the First family manage? We need to ask, I will ask the lady in question, I have Michelle on speed dial."

"They have a team of thousands? They hire the best. They have the connections."

"Urgh, I am giving my fathers and Papa Franks money away. All of it, and publicly, so the kidnappers know I am not as rich as Midas. I have enough of my own to give it away and not miss it, and we need to keep the baby news under wraps for a long time too though I doubt they could kidnap me, unless they come with a crane that is, I was huge with Christian and he was a single baby. Me and my big mouth."

"I love your big mouth." He strips and gets into the shower. "I really like your big mouth. So please help banish my woes and get clean with me and perhaps use that big mouth on this?" He grins and points at the rising flagstaff betwixt his legs. Oh my…

"Okay, move over. I need that and I need it now…"


There will be lemons next time, I am high on painkillers and its not good lol xxx


Now, I know you are all thinking why did she introduce the kidnap thing into this? But all will become clear in a few chapters… Now't bad will happen to our girl and the babies, but it is something that all billionaires have to think about… and something that they need to think about when house hunting… I hope this uploads and you get notifications, I am not happy I have to try to load this again and again. Read review and I will be happy to write another chapter a little quicker. I have a posh dinner to go to at the weekend. My daughter is the President of the local Lion's group, and is having her end of term party, I asked for a masked ball, was told no it has been done to death, damn we fifty fans get everywhere, so my best dress and flattest shoes have been brought out of mothballs for the boring do. I am having dinner with the mayor… Wish him luck lol… If he touches my shoulder like the poor physio did, he too could be wearing his soup of the day lol… I am so classy… Not!

Talking of my dratted shoulder pain and trouble, thanks for all the well wishes, I will get better, I have to, as I go to Bulgaria in a couple of weeks, I need to be better but my shoulder is being a bugger, anti-inflammatory meds are not working, pain killers and deep heat help a bit and I stink like something in a chemist as I have to lather up when I want to type for any length of time. The poor girl in physio is a saint though I didn't tell her that. I think she knows I did not mean she was the daughter of Satan and was enjoying hurting me? I may be banned from the physio department for cussing. It bloody hurt, I wouldn't mind but I am not a pitcher, I do not play sports, so why the hell have I torn my rotator cuff…? I did ask was it reaching for my cream cakes that did me in… That went down like a smelly fart in a sealed room… If nothing else I still have a sense of humour, just…


Okay off to have a bath, and steam the damned creaky shoulder thing, because that was an epic few thousand words to type... But you are all worth it... Thanks xxx