A/N: Thank you for the well wishes and reviews. Your kind words really are very much appreciated and I love reading your thoughts.
I know I said the other story would be up next, but this chapter wrote itself, so I went with it. I'm still working on Different Way.
This is a play on the word KICK. Every little story has a KICK in it, until (hopefully) we go full circle. I hope you enjoy!
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Kick
1987
Mommy is still sleeping. She has been sleeping a long time. She is cold. I put my blankie on her and lie down next to her. My head still hurts from him. I always hurt from him.
The door bangs open. I cover Mommy and me with my blankie. But it's not him.
A lady policeman is here. She talks to me and touches me. Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
She takes my blankie off of Mommy and grabs me. I scream and kick her while she holds me. I kick hard but I can't get away.
Mommy! Mommy! I want my Mommy!
June 4, 2011
"I know what I want and you can't give it to me, and I can't give you what you need."
Her words play over and over in my head. She's right. We're no good for each other. She can't possibly be a part of my depraved world. And I can't give her what she deserves to have….hearts and flowers, love. I'm not capable that shit. I'm too fucked up.
She said she loved me. She can't possibly love me. It's wrong. I don't deserve love. I'm a fucking monster. She better off without me.
Who was I kidding? We were destined to end. I was fooling myself. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve anything good or pure. I broke her with my depravity. I'm a sick twisted son of a crack whore who chased a sweet innocent girl and seduced her for my own pleasure and kicks.
And then I hurt her.
I miss her already.
What the fuck did I do?
July 29, 2011
"Darling, you must leave. It's almost midnight. You can't see the bride on the day of your wedding until the ceremony"
"Mom, I don't buy into superstitions." Ana and I haven't spent a night apart since our engagement; I'm not going to let some ridiculous superstition take her away from me tonight.
"Its tradition, Christian" Ana shrugs.
"I don't give a fuck. I don't want to leave you" I caress her sweet face, the face I will spend a lifetime waking up to. I'm a lucky son of a bitch.
"Son! Now!" My mother growls.
"Are you actually kicking me out of your house?" I ask.
"Very perceptive. Yes. Go! You'll see your bride tomorrow"
I scowl at my mother and she scowls back. There's no point arguing. Grace has laid down the pre-wedding law. I take Ana's hand and walk her into the hallway for some privacy.
"Tomorrow you will be mine" I whisper in Ana's ear, inhaling her unique scent. How am I going to sleep without her next to me?
"Christian, I have been yours since we met "
"Legally mine…Mrs. Grey" I grin.
I really like the sound of that... Anastasia Grey…Mrs. Christian Grey. Mine.
"I love you Christian" Her blue eyes look up at me, her words so sincere and loving. My heart beats quickly. She reaches up and gently runs her fingers down my cheek across to the stubble on my chin. I close my eyes and lean into her touch. Her touch has healed me.
"I love you baby, so much." I trace her lips with my index finger and tenderly kiss her. I'm actually winded from all these feelings. This beautiful woman, who I will spend the rest of my life loving, has truly taken my breath away.
"Elliot, get your brother out of this house now!" I hear my mother yelling from the other room.
I look at Ana and we both smirk.
"Until tomorrow. Je t'aime, Anastasia"
She cocks her head and smiles as my oaf of a brother walks in the hallway, grabs my arm and drags me away.
January, 2012
"Baby, are you ok?"
I never thought Ana could look any more beautiful, but seeing at her glow in her pregnancy brings her to a whole different level of beauty. I know she worries that she's going to be unattractive to me, but the truth is, she is absolutely stunning. And sexy as fuck… with her tits filling out nicely while her added curves make her even more alluring.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just felt the baby kick. It feels so strange. Here, put your hand on my belly" She grabs my hand and brings it to her rounded stomach.
"Why bother? I've been trying for weeks to feel the baby kick and…nothing"
I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Ana has felt our baby for a few weeks now and whenever I try to feel him move, all I get is stillness.
"It's early. You will."
"He hates me already" I grumble.
"What are you talking about? Who hates you?"
"The baby."
"Our baby, who isn't even born yet, hates you?" Ana rolls her eyes.
"Yes." I nod.
"Do you know how ridiculous this sounds?"
"He probably senses I'm going to be a shit father"
"Christian, you are going to be a wonderful father. Look at how much you love this baby already and you haven't even met him."
She's right about that, despite the fact that I'm scared shitless of becoming a father, I love this little invader already. I want to protect and cherish him, this miracle, this fucking little miracle. I hope I don't fuck it up for him. I crouch down and talk directly to my son….who of course, is still, as my hand rests on Ana's rounded stomach.
"Don't you worry son. You already have the best mother in the world. And I have the name of a great therapist, if I fuck this up too much for you." I snicker.
I look up at Ana who is rolling her eyes. I glide my hand across her stomach and…what the fuck was that? I look up at Ana.
"Christian, did you feel him kick? He's reacting to your voice"
"I did" I gasp.
In that instant, this all got fucking real. I feel a lump in my throat as my eyes water. Fuck, he's really there. I look at Ana who is grinning back at me. From the day she stumbled into my life, I've come alive and now she is giving me this, this new life growing inside of her, my son…our son. I love her more in this moment than I ever thought possible.
"Thank you, baby. Thank you." I kiss her stomach.
August 2017
Like fingernails on a chalkboard, I hear the screeching sound of one of the kids crying. Christ, what now? I've gained enough experience to figure out that this is not a life or death cry. I think its Teddy. I'll hide out here in my study, hopefully he'll seek out Ana first and let her sort this out. I was really looking forward to an easy Saturday.
"Daddddyyyyyy" Teddy wails.
Fuck. I'm the lucky parent. I roll my eyes.
"In my study Teddy" I yell back.
He walks into my study; tears are rolling down his cheeks, his eyes red and swollen. I hate to see the children cry.
"What's wrong Ted? Did you get hurt?" I tap my hand on my knee, motioning him to sit on my lap. He walks over to me and climbs onto my lap.
He shakes his head, sniffling.
"What happened?"
"Ph-Phoebe kicked me" He sobs, trying to catch his breath.
Christ, this shit again. I thought the terrible twos were bad, but Phoebe's terrible threes are worse. Some children are biters. Phoebe is a kicker when she doesn't get her way.
"Tell me what happened."
"I was playing with my Thomas the Tank Engine trains. She wanted to be Thomas, but I already was. She got mad and kicked me" He chokes out through his sobs.
Phoebe and her short fuse will be the death of me. I have to remember to send my mother flowers as an apology for all the years she dealt with my temper.
"Did you hit her back?"
"No, you said boys don't hit girls"
"That's right son"
Unless the girl is of legal age, she begs for it and you don't really hurt her…but that's a conversation for another day. I snicker to myself.
"Ted, find you sister and tell her to see me in my study. She will have a time out. After you send her, why don't you go to the kitchen and help yourself to an ice pop? That's always makes you feel better, doesn't it?" I pat his head and help him off my lap.
He nods; the hint of a smile plays on the corner of his lips. I'm not sure if he's smiling because of the ice pop or the fact that his sister is going to the Time Out chair, but at least he's happier.
May, 2021
My parents were insistent of taking the kids for the weekend. I love my children, but it's nice to have some peace and quiet. When we dropped off the kids, I thought Ana was going to fall to the floor and kiss my Mom's feet. The kids really do wear her out.
Ana and I are sitting on the couch, enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon. Ana's back is resting against the arm of the couch and her legs are stretched out with her feet resting on my lap. I'm reading the Wall Street Journal and Ana is reading some trashy romance novel. She says she rarely has the opportunity to read just for the joy of reading, with all the transcripts she reads for work, although I'm surprised she chose that crap to read.
Quiet. Nice. No phones ringing. No Disney music playing in the background. No children screaming. Just quiet. Calm. Peace.
I just open up the Weekend Journal section in the paper when I feel Ana's foot rubbing along the inside of my thigh. I look at her with a raised brow. Her mouth is slightly parted, with her index finger gliding across her bottom lip. Her tongue peeks out, curling around her finger, again and again. Fuck, that's hot.
"Something you want Anastasia?"
"Oh, I'm kicking around an idea" she purrs as her foot gently caresses my growing cock.
"I'm interested to know exactly what idea you're kicking around"
"I'd like to give you a very special kiss, right now" She slowly licks her lips.
"I thought we were saving the fuckery for later."
"Think of this as your appetizer" She murmurs.
"Is that book you're reading making you horny?"
"Maybe" she sly smiles.
I need to get the author's name. I'm going to order the whole fucking collection of her work.
"As you know, I am a big supporter of the literary arts." I grin.
She slides off the couch and kneels in front of me, pulls my sweats down low enough to set my rock hard cock free. She licks the tip, fuck.
"Stop. Take off your top baby"
She slowly pulls her T-shirt over her head, revealing a powder blue lace bra.
"The bra too"
She unfastens the front clip and removes her bra, throwing down on the rug next to her. Christ, her tits are fucking perfect. Fucking. Perfect.
"Would you like a rub down, Mr. Grey?"
I nod with a lascivious grin. Of fucking course I want those tits wrapped around me.
She rubs her tits along the length of my cock, occasionally her nipples playfully rub across my tip. If she doesn't take me in her mouth soon, I'm going to explode, and I really want her mouth around me.
"Stop. Suck me baby." I demand.
She licks her lips and complies immediately, taking me in her mouth. Christ, I fucking love when she does this. I lean back and close my eyes. There's no way I'm going to last much longer. She takes me in slow and deep, I can feel the back of her throat…how the fuck does she do that? Amazing.
She speeds up the tempo, sucking me, licking me. I'm panting, trying to even out my breaths when I come, violently exploding in her mouth.
I open my eyes and Ana is looking back at me, looking quite pleased with herself.
"I owe you an orgasm, Mrs. Grey. Sit here" I pat my hand on the couch. She sits. I slide off the couch and kneel in front of her. When I look up at her, she's already panting. "I want you to buy more of those books."
I pull her sweats and panties down and let my tongue work its magic.
April, 2032
"Ahem. How do I look?"
I look up from my desk in the study. Ana is standing in front of me, looking exquisite. She's wearing a royal blue tight fitting dress that really shows off her perfect curves. I peek over the desk to get a glance at her shoes. Oh, those fucking heels…she's not taking those off later.
"You look lovely Ana. Do you really have to go?"
"Christian, please. Let's not rehash this. I know Cash Stone isn't your favorite person, but it's his book launch party. I have to be there. It's good business."
Deep down I know she's right. She is the CEO of Grey Publishing and this is a big client. There will be press there, she has to show up.
"Why don't I come with you? I'll throw on a suit and I'll be ready in ten minutes"
Why it takes women an hour and a half to get dressed is beyond me…ten minutes. That's all anyone should need.
"That's not necessary. Besides, you have never accompanied me to a book launch before."
I never had to deal with a fucker who's patiently waiting for me to kick the bucket, so he can swoop in and fuck my grieving wife.
"Where is this book launch?" I ask.
"At the Chihuly Garden and Glass, on Harrison Street"
I nod. I have to admit, that's a nice venue. Fucker doesn't deserve it.
Ana walks over to me and gives me a quick goodbye kiss.
"I don't think I'll be very late" she says.
She turns to walk out of my study.
"Ana, wait." I get out of my chair and walk over to her. My arm extends out and I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her in close to me. I kiss her...hard.
She looks up at me, a bit dazed, I think.
"You. Are. Mine." I remind her. I fucking hate sharing her.
"Yes, yours. Always." She caresses my cheek and smiles. She knows I'm a jealous man, and I know she's humoring me, but I don't give a shit. I like hearing her say it.
She softly kisses me one more time and leaves.
I sit back down at my desk and try to concentrate on the work in front of me, after a half hour, I give up. I keep picturing that Stone fucker drooling over my wife. I pound my clenched fist on the desk.
Fuck it. I grab my cell.
"Taylor, I'm going to Chihuly Garden and Glass. Have someone drive me. I'll be ready in ten minutes"
September, 2051
"Did you remember the stadium chairs?" I ask.
"Yes, they're in the back of the car."
"Good. I hate sitting on those cold bleacher seats."
"Too cold for your delicate ass, Mr. Grey?"
"Something like that" I smirk.
"Come on, we're going to miss the soccer game. They're over there." Ana motions me to pick up the pace, as we trudge through the soccer fields. Easy for her to run, she's not carrying two chairs. Roger is a few steps ahead of us, checking out the families gathered around the field.
We set up our chairs and sit. Phoebe spots us from across the field and waves. My cell pings and there's a message from her.
Little Christian was just put in the game. WooHoo!
I grin and show the message to Ana. She lights up and looks for him. Once she spots him, she stands and starts waving at him like a maniac, calling out his name.
"Ana, you're going to embarrass the boy. Calm down" I grab her hand and pull her back down to her seat.
She turns to me and scowls.
We sit back and watch the game. Now, I love my grandson. He's my namesake for Christ sake; he's smart as a whip…naturally. He may be only eight years old, but he could give any teenager a run for their money, when it comes to intelligence. Sports, on the other hand, are definitely not his strength.
Most of the time, when we come to these soccer games, we find little Christian picking dandelions in the grass on the field, instead of paying attention to the game. I don't think I've ever seen a soccer ball touch his foot.
It frustrates the fuck out of me. Focus Christian, just focus.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see some of the gossipy mothers of the other children staring at us. Yeah, yeah, it's the Grey family. Get the fuck over it.
We're nearing the end of the game. The children on the field are looking pretty tired out from all the running back and forth…except my grandson, who is casually walking back and forth on the field, like he doesn't have a care in the world. In fact, he's so far away from the rest of the players; he might as well be sitting here with us watching.
Suddenly the soccer ball flies his way. He's the only kid there.
"Kick the ball, Christian" I yell over to him. I stand from my chair. "Kick it"
"Come on baby boy, kick the ball!" Ana yells.
Little Christian gets a look of determination on his face. I recognize that expression, Phoebe used to get the same look. I know there is no stopping him. He kicks the ball as hard as he can. I have to admit, his kick is not that hard, but he chases after it, and kicks it again. He's within range of the goal.
"Come on Christian. You can do it" I yell. I must look like an ass, but I don't give a fuck.
It's him and the goalie, a tough looking little girl. I've learned to never underestimate the female population. She could probably kick his ass.
He looks back at us and stares down the goalie. I think I'm going to have a fucking coronary. Kick the damn ball.
Time slows down. Everything is in slow motion. He plants one foot down and his other foot connects with the ball. The ball flies through the air. The goalie flies through the air.
"Goal!" Thank fuck! I grab Ana and kiss her, lifting her up and twirling her around.
This moment is fucking perfect.
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