A/N: Thank you as always for the reviews.

Hope you enjoy. I know I'm spoiling you this week, but I thought it would be easier to publish new chapters as I finish editing enough. The feedback and suggestions I get from the reviews help me to add some things and even take some things out.

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


Ana POV:

"Anastasia… you look… wow… just amazing." Christian says as he walks towards me. He looks yummy and H.O.T. In his tailored black Armani tux he looks sexy as hell and I feel… fat and not so sexy. I, or more accurately, Carolyn chose a sky blue floor length dress with sweetheart neckline. It flares out just under my breasts and there is just no way to look thinner with my big tummy. One of these days I won't be able to see my feet and that thought just depresses me more. The finishing touch to my outfit is my platinum blue sapphire and diamond necklace and earring set that Taylor gave me from Christian for Christmas.

"You look very handsome, Mr. Grey." I say as I kiss him on the cheek. "Are you nervous?"

"A little. You really look very lovely, baby. I'm glad that there is no mistaking the fact that you're pregnant now. I love it actually. How do you feel?" he ask and if I say fat, I'll get another lecture about ensuring the correct nutrition for his son.

"Actually, not so sexy, amazing or lovely, but unbelievably glad that you still think that I do." He pulls me closer and the king of inappropriate strikes again.

"Well, if you'd like, I can show just how sexy," kiss to the neck, "amazing" followed by a lick, "and lovely you look," and there's the bite to the ear that makes me instantly wet and aching for more.

"As much as I would like that, and I really would, we don't have time as we have to greet the guests that are arriving as we speak." He sighs and pulls away to take my hand in his.

"Rain check?" he whispers in my ear.

"As if I would ever say no to mind blowing sex with you." That gets me a gasp.

Christian made a deal with most of the big media outlets in an attempt to reduce the fall out of what is still to come. If they promised to keep their journalists at bay and away from our house and office, they got an invite for two of their journalists to the opening as well as to the press conference tomorrow. Most of them were eager to agree at the off chance that we will give them interviews in the future.

The guests are starting to arrive and we go to the front to greet as many as we possibly can. There will be a total of two hundred and fifty people and the tent that was set up in the back yard looks beautiful. Grace and Mia have been here the entire day to assist with the set up and they truly have done a wonderful job. It takes about an hour to get everyone seated and for Christian to get onto the stage, dragging me to stand next to him.

"Abuse is something that effects people of all ages and does not discriminate between gender or race. People are scared to speak up for different reasons like fear, shame or not knowing who to talk to. In rare cases, the person being abused is not even aware that what is being done to them is abuse. Treatment is needed to overcome abuse as well as the love and support of family and friends. That is the reason why we have decided to open Safe Harbour for Kids. It will be a place where kids can come to when they don't feel safe at home or school. Where they can talk to someone without the fear of being judged and where they can get the treatment they need to overcome what was done to them." Christian looks like the CEO most of these people know, but I can tell that he is very emotional right now. "There is a choice for every one that suffered at the hands of abuse. You can choose to be a victim of abuse, or a survivor. I, Christian Travelyn Grey, chose to be a survivor." The gasps around the room drown out anything Christian would have said, so he stays quiet and gives my hand a tight squeeze. "Abuse affected my life from a very early age and has had a significant impact in how I lived my life for over two decades. With the love and support of my wife, Anastasia, as well as our family and friends, I have acknowledged the fact that I was abused, but still refuse to see myself as a victim. I survived abuse and I would like to help other young boys and girls to do the same. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight to help us celebrate the opening of Safe Harbour for Kids." Christian stands back to allow me to get to the microphone and I'm actually shaking. The people are still clapping and he gives me an encouraging kiss on the cheek while I mentally slap myself. I asked to help and now I will have to push through, even though I have never spoken in front of this many people before. Christian sees my hesitation and fear and comes to stand next to me to whisper in my ear.

"You are Anastasia Grey, everyone loves you and I'll be right here with you." With a small nod I bring the microphone closer to my mouth.

"Good evening, I'm Anastasia Grey. I would like to thank you as well for your attendance here tonight. Before we get to the festivities, I would also like to say thank you to a few people that assisted us with this project. Firstly, we would like to thank Elliot Grey, who with the help of his team from Grey Construction, is responsible for the renovation of Safe Harbour for Kids. Secondly, we would like to thank the entire Grey family as well as my family for their love and support and also for their assistance to make this night possible. Without all of them we would not have been able to get this far. Then to Gail, Andrea, Lydia and Hanna, thank you for all the assistance the four of you have given us. To Barney, thank you for assisting to get all the electronics set up. Lastly, we would like to thank Taylor, Sawyer, Welch, Ryan and Reynolds for keeping us safe and also assisting with the security of Safe Harbour for Kids. You guys have done an excellent job. Thank you to the members of the press for your attendance. There won't be any interviews with the media as there will be a press conference tomorrow at Grey House. Please enjoy the rest of your evening and drive safely when you leave later tonight." With a final applause, Christian and I make our way down the stage to join our family at the first table to the right.

Our table is made up of the two of us, Grace and Carrick, Kate and Elliot, Ray and Andrea and Mia sitting next to Gail. Unfortunately, Taylor and Luke have to work due to the size of the event and even though both Christian and I asked them to please get additional help to attend the event with us, they insisted of overseeing the security themselves.

After dinner Christian and I go around the room to chat to some of the guests, mostly business associates. Several of them hand over envelopes to assist us in our cause. Christian wanted to do this himself, but he graciously accepts the donations and hand them to me to put in my clutch. Halfway through the room though, I had to go and give them to Grace as the clutch was too full. Before we continue through the room, I tell Christian that I had to go to the ladies room. As we walk towards the ladies room however, Christian stops dead in his tracks at the sound of my name. I normally would care what is said about me, but I'm pregnant and in need of a toilet, so right now, I just don't give a damn. What obviously stopped Christian was that he heard my name coming from a man's mouth. That would be enough to send my loving husband into pissed off Fifty. I pull on his arm, but when I hear the conversation, I stop and pay attention.

"Pregnant or not, I would not mind to have her beneath me." One man says and Christian fists his hands next to him.

"She's what? Six months pregnant and still looks hot." Another pipes in and Christian clenches his jaw.

"One thing's for certain, Grey is one lucky man. She did not even have an affair when he was supposed to be dead. A woman's love and dedication like that is worth more than whatever his bank balance is." Good, someone that will get him to relax until the other dude decides to open his mouth and piss me off.

"Man, it's the bank balance that ensures the love and dedication. People with that much money don't have problems like we do. It's easy to love when you've got everything you need with enough money to make problems go away." Okay, so maybe I don't need the toilet right this very minute.

"Give me a minute, baby." I whisper into Christian's ear and walk towards the bar where the men are sitting. When I glance back, he is not happy, but he stays put.

"Hello, please can I have a gin and tonic and a passion fruit and lemonade?" I say to the bartender in the sweetest voice I possibly could. Then I turn to face the three gentlemen openly checking me out and from the corner of my eye, I'm not the only one who caught them. "Oh, hello. I'm Anastasia Grey. Thank you for coming tonight."

"Mrs. Grey, it's an honour to meet you. I'm Gregory, this is Ralph and the idiot over here is Richard." Ralph and Richard are obviously related and Gregory is the guy talking about the fact that I didn't have an affair while Christian was gone. I like him, but Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb, not so much. The way they are checking me out is just plain disrespectful. Maybe I should explain a few things about my love for my husband… that has absolutely nothing to do with his bank balance.

"Are you two married?" I point to the two idiots and they shake their heads, "In a committed relationship?" Again they shake their heads. "Okay, so imagine this for a moment. A girl meets the man of her dreams and falls deeply in love. Then, two days after the man propose to her, the man is in an accident and declared dead three weeks later. But the girl loves him so much that she refuses to believe that he could possibly be gone forever. Furthermore, she is shocked to learn that not only is he gone, but she inherited his entire estate. She knew nothing about running a company, but she did it because he wanted her to. When she wasn't working, she was searching for him even though she had no leads of where to start. She cried herself to sleep every single night for eight months and eight days. The only support she had was those of her private security and employees. But that didn't stop her and eventually she found him and they got married, but happily ever after are unfortunately not in the cards for them just yet. Between her near death, at the hands of her supposedly best friend, problems with running multiple companies, receiving literally hundreds of death threats a week and people they hardly know trying to ruin their lives, happily ever after is not always so happy." Okay, so even to my own ears that was a bit too much information, but I'm pissed and these idiots need a fucking wake up call. Pregnancy… I'll just blame my total overreaction to pregnancy.

"But at least we've got each other." Christian says from behind me and I reach for the drinks before turning around.

"And we always will." I hand him his drink, that I'm not even sure he likes, and turn around before walking away, "Enjoy the rest of your evening, gentlemen." I give them a million dollar smile and let Christian lead me away. Just before we are out of hearing range, we hear the two idiots again.

"Fuck, I want a wife like that." Says Twiddle Dee.

"Me too, brother… me too." Says Twiddle Dumb.

The rest of the night is rather uneventful. Several of the guests have walked through the house and came to tell us how much they liked it. Elliot is absolutely walking on cloud nine with the number of possible large contracts he might get as a result of Safe Harbour. I've given Grace two more stacks of envelopes and she has decided to take them inside the house with Taylor, Gail and Ryan. After she added them up, Taylor will put it in the safe in the office until we leave.

By eleven, most of the guests are gone and it's basically just family and friends left. We are all sitting at a table discussing the events of the evening. Christian is having a heated discussion with Taylor, but is talking so softly that I can't hear what is going on. When it seems to get to serious, Grace decides to break up the party.

"Honey, here is the total of the donations you received for the safe house. I've never seen a single event that raised that amount in donations and it wasn't even a charity event. Maybe I should let you arrange the events for Helping hands." She hands him a piece of paper and he looks at it before he hands it to me.

I open it carefully and almost choke on my water when I see that Safe Harbour received almost $12.5 million in donations. That is $50k per person attending tonight. I look up at Christian and he looks shocked. We didn't have the opening to get donations for the project as he wanted us to pay for it ourselves as a way of giving back, even though there is a tax benefit. I'm certain that this is the first time Christian Grey has ever received donations from anyone.

"Elliot, please take me home. I'm exhausted and need to get some sleep." Kate begins to whine, but Elliot is busy discussing the last game with Ray and Luke and didn't hear a word she just said. She huffs and fold her arms while turning to us, "Honestly, tell a guy you need some sleep, and he pretends not to hear. Tell him to take you home and make love and you'll get an immediate response." She says obviously without thinking as she blushes and puts her hand over her mouth, "Sorry, Grace." I didn't even know Kate can blush and it's nice to see no one is immune.

"What was that, babe?" She points her hand in his direction with the palm up as he just proved her point.

"See what I mean?" She looks back to Elliot, "I said… never mind, please just take me home."

We all decide to go home and in the car I kick off my shoes and put my swollen feet on Christian's lap… a silent request and he starts to rub it. When we arrive home, he gets out and walks around to open my door and as I get out, I give him a tight hug.

"You're worth it… every single day." He pulls me closer and kisses me hard on my lips.

"That's good to know."

Christian POV:

As per our agreement with the Editor, a copy of the magazine was delivered to our house at five this morning and I ensured that I personally accepted the delivery, with Bruno right behind me. When I walked over to the couch, Bruno followed and like the good dog he is, sat at my feet while I opened the envelope. The cover page pissed me off immediately. As a 8x5 it didn't look that bad. The photo was taken a month ago when it was still possible to hide her pregnancy if she looked directly at the camera. Her hair is in a neat ponytail, black mini dress and that collar that she wore the day after my birthday with CTG at the back. She is standing in front of me with her back to my front. Her left arm reaches up with her hand behind my neck and silver cuffs are dangling from her right hand by her side. I'm in my signature black suit without a tie and the top two buttons of my white shirt undone. My left arm around her waist and the right hand in my pants pocket. It's a really hot photo and Ana's outfit screams of sinful sex and the look on her face is not helping to lessen the effect. I must have stared at the cover page for almost ten minutes before reading the headline in the corner of the cover.

Mr. & Mrs. Grey… not only powerful, but smoking hot.

I quickly turn to the index page and then flip through to the page indicated. The pictures there are a bit more to my liking. There's one of us on our wedding day, my favourite one. Another of us on our patio when the interview was taken, but then again a smaller version of one taken at the photo shoot. I'm standing in more or less the same position, but Ana has turned around with her hands on my shoulders, face turned to the camera and one leg in the air like on that stupid romantic comedy movies. The cuffs no dangling from one hand on my shoulder. It's the kind of picture I would like for my private collection only.

Article by Katherine Grey:

The world of BDSM is relatively unknown to most people out there. It's not normally something that is discussed at a family dinner or even with friends. Mostly, the reason why people are reluctant to share anything to do with BDSM, is because of the perception, or rather misperception, that most people have relating to BDSM.

I know that when I first heard the term BDSM, I immediately thought whips and chains. Punishment and humiliation was my second thought. I couldn't for the life of me understand why anyone would want that kind of relationship, but Christian and Anastasia Grey will try and explain it to us from their point of view.

Yes, you read correctly, Christian and Anastasia Grey practice a light form BDSM in their marriage and obviously, they couldn't be happier.

"People normally associate BDSM with pain, punishment and humiliation, but that is not true. BDSM is about trust and communication. Both parties need to understand the others likes and dislikes and trust each other not to overstep the boundaries that was set. For the Dominant, it's about power and control and for the Submissive, it's about submission. The relationship will however fail if there is no trust between the two parties and in the end, the Submissive is the one with the most power. The Dominant can only do whatever the Submissive will allow. Granted, there is an element of pain involved, but there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain. Even the level of pain, is determined by the Submissive and the Submissive have to trust the Dominant not to inflict more pain than he or she can handle. If at any time the Submissive feels like it's too much pleasure or pain, a safe word is said and everything stops immediately. BDSM relationships are not about abuse, it's about pleasure and yes, pain, between two consenting adults who know what they enter into at the start of the relationship." Christian explains as we sit on the patio of their beautiful home overlooking the Sound.

When asked if Ana was involved in BDSM before she met Christian, she laughed before she answered, "Oh no. I had to literally look it up on the internet and even what you learn from there is misleading and not always correct. I understand that there are different levels of BDSM and some people really take it as far as it can go, but if the right elements are brought into your relationship, it will definitely enhance it just a little. It's obviously not something that is used every single day, but from time to time it is nice to escape reality and just give yourself over to… something else."

But Christian was involved in BDSM when you met, what went through your head when you found out?

"Well, as soon as the initial shock wore off, most of my thoughts were 'Hell No'. There was no way I was allowing anyone to beat the crap out of me or tie me up like an animal, but that was the misperception talking. Like many people out there, when I first heard the term BDSM, I immediately thought punishment, bondage, humiliation and pain. I'm not a big fan of pain myself and since I'm not really a very submissive person by nature, in a truly severe BDSM relationship, I would be getting regular punishments."

You do however practice BDSM in your marriage with Christian?

"Yes, after we started dating, Christian introduced certain elements of BDSM into our relationship. It was all elements that I was comfortable with and it's something different and exciting to do when we need to escape the chaos that is our lives."

Christian, what elements of BDSM is appropriate in a marriage?

"As said previously, there are different levels of BDSM and the level is determined by the Dominant and the Submissive. I do not think that there is a place in a loving marriage for the harsher elements of BDSM. Ana is not my submissive and therefore, forms of punishment like canning and punishment with a belt is not appropriate. Elements that I do see as appropriate, are flogging, spanking, light bondage and blindfolding. You can still set a BDSM scene with these and it will be just as enjoyable. Leaving any marks on the body that will be visible for anything longer than a couple of hours, I don't think is appropriate at all. Marking your wife during a scene is just unacceptable. Doing anything that will cause the other person to bleed has always been unacceptable to me as well. When BDSM is practiced in a marriage, the dominant must keep in mind that the Submissive is his / her wife / husband and treat them as such."

Do you treat Anastasia as a Submissive outside the bedroom?

"I love my wife dearly and she is my reason for living. I also love every bone in her body and I can assure you, not even one of her bones is even close to submissive by nature. Ana is an independent and strong willed person. Taking orders and following rules are just not in her nature. Treating her like a Submissive outside of the bedroom will get me in Divorce Court so fast my head will spin. So no, outside of the bedroom we are equals in every way possible."

We are all aware of the problems the two of you have experienced over the last year and you came out stronger than ever. Being a newlywed couple, do you have any advice for married couples out there?

"Communication, love, trust, devotion, respect, passion and time." Were the quick response from Christian on which Ana elaborated for us. "Make time for your partner daily. Communicate on all things, not only money, problems and work. Discuss your fears, your wants and needs so that your partner is aware of them. Trust your partner above all else and ensure that you deserve his trust. Love your husband with all you've got and treat him with the respect he deserves. Most importantly, don't let the passion die. You need intimate moments with your husband daily and ensure that you do your part to make it exiting and enjoyable. It does not always have to be about sex. There are various forms of intimacy that you can have with your husband that is not sexual."

The article goes on about general information on the two of us like education, career history, accomplishments, family and of course, estimated net worth and our personal security. I don't bother reading the rest and go to get ready for the day, just to find myself at the breakfast bar forty minutes later reading the article again.

I close it and stare at the cover when Ana walks into the kitchen. She hugs me from behind and look over my shoulder at the magazine in my hand.

"Oh my god, that photo looks so hot." She squeals before sitting down next to me with her hand out.

"Yes, I'm fully well aware of that." I know I sound like an ass, but I just don't care right now. With a scowl I hand it over to her.

"Christian, it's not that bad. It could have been worse like me strapped to the cross or something." She says to lighten my mood, but it's not helping.

"Every fucker out there is going to see this side of you, Ana. They already want into your panties and this is just going to make it worse."

"And every horny woman out there already panting for you is going to see this side of you and make it worse as well." I can see what she is saying, but I can look after myself. I don't give a fuck about women giving me more attention than is considered appropriate. It's been like that for most of my adult life and I've never paid any attention to it and would sure as fuck not start now. She gets up and come to stand between my legs, cupping my face, "Baby, I love you and only you. I want you and only you. Men can want all they want, but that doesn't mean they will get to me. I'm yours, completely and irrevocably. No one will ever take me away from you." When her lips come down to meet mine, I pull her closer, knowing I'm overacting. She is mine in every way possible and I will protect what is mine with everything I've got.

"Thank you, baby. We will need to get going pretty soon though. My dad wants to meet me at the office at eight thirty with an update on the letters to the subs." I must say that I will never get rid of this feeling of regret every time I see her cringe when I mention my ex-subs, so I quickly continue, "Elliot also phoned about five times already to see me urgently this morning. He apparently needs to discuss something with me that cannot be discussed over the phone." I didn't think that the change in topic would get her mind of the subs and when she just continues to eat her breakfast quietly, I know that she is seeing those photos from Sunday in her mind again.

I shouldn't have mentioned why my dad needed to see me, but I promised her and myself to be as truthful with her as I possibly can. When her breakfast is finished and she moves to stand up, I get up as well and pull her into my arms.

"I'm so, so sorry," I say without having to elaborate on what I'm apologizing for.

"I know."

We quietly leave the house and drive in silence to the office, each of us lost in our own thoughts.


A/N: Please take a minute to review if you can. I will update again soon. The article is not much... sorry. I'm definately no journalist and reading magazines is not a hobby of mine. I hope you liked it.