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 54:
Inside my crowded head:
Christian and I are heading to the airport, and we are leaving behind the family, to clear the mess they caused to the suite! I still can't believe they had a food fight, and at their age too! We, Christian and I are amazingly clean, refreshed and in a very calmed state of post coital bliss. We made love for what seemed like hours, in reality it may have been a mere two, two wonderful sweet hours of silent passion, yes silent, no oh god's, no oh fucks, just kisses and hugs, the silence and the sensitivity of it all caused such a wonderful array of amazingly feelings, and silent body action! Yes, silent! Christian asked for silence from me, or a gag was to be used, as I hate the damned things, I decided I would try to be silent, a task which was easier said than done, but my oh my, the hard work and lip biting it took to be silent was worth it, it was a little weird, a silent shower, the water falling on us was the only sound I seemed to hear, okay that and a few oh gods from him! Maybe I should have gagged him? It was different that's for sure, I swear I took chunks of his flesh from his back and I know he has teeth marks on his shoulder. He is very good at orgasm denial so I bit and I scratched, serves him right, a few oh gods and oh fucks are what is called for when you are made love to by Mr Grey, its was a hellish time curtailing my screams, but rewarded I was.
Christian is forever changing our boundaries, adding in things and teaching me more. I don't know very much about the act of making love and though he says he never has, made love, he is very good at adapting what he does know to make me happy, give the man a prize for best adaptation. I too am more than happy to adapt and I love to submit to him, and be his willing submissive too, I get the rewards and he teaches me new and exciting things, the only draw back? I am well aware of who taught him and how he learned the things he did. I guess that is the price I have to pay for the things he uses in wowing me, especially with the differing things he does and the differing intensities he uses with me. Pain and punishment he learned at their hands is now replaced with a kindness and a caring, yes those things he has changed, for me. Now he is able to use those marvellous gifts to give me the sweetest of pleasures. and I know those things he does to me have only ever been used with me, he brings so much to our relationship and tries so hard to be softer and loving, in everything he does, from a simple kiss to my nipple, a gentle suck on a shuddering thigh, and when he added the gentle nip kisses to our afternoon delight, my body felt so loved. I am loved.
I am a little sad that he has the past he has, but it is just that, his past. He is mine now and that is all that matters, it has been years in the making, this love affair of my wild imagination and creation, and after all those years of dreaming about him, I finally got the prize, he is the prize, he is my everything. He is my whole life and it is a life I know we are going to be happy living together. At the moment though, I feel like crying all the time, because it seems I am a hormonal mess, why though I do not know, I mean I have the man, the dream and the life I wanted with him, but hell my head is a confused mess. I am an excited mess, and bloody hornie as hell, I am a wonton hussy for the man with the magical tongue, lips and fingers and I am happily thinking about the magical staff of wonderment he has between his legs? Yep I am hornie and happy. Even thinking of the afternoon spent cleaning my man is a wondrous thing, and as we huddle together and are making our escape, just being so close and thinking about all we did earlier, is making my body shiver in anticipation of our sharing more of the same later...
The gentleness of it was amazingly loving and sensual and so very nice, I need a better word than nice too, when he asked me was it good for me too, I simply said, "yeah, very nice" He laughed and said he would show me how 'nice' he could be when he really tried. Lucky, lucky me… With most of our angst gone, we decided that we would use Christian's private lift in his suite and sneak out, if ever I felt like a naughty schoolgirl, it was as we crept past the messy rooms and climbed in the swanky lift unseen, even Mia and her bat-like hearing missed our departure. We are lip locked as we head down. My hands wander and his lips kiss at my neck, god hit the stop button Mr Grey... I wanna make out some more... However Taylor is waiting and we have a plane to catch, one day we will make out in one, what is it with the confined space and the silly music played in them? I mean who wants to make out to elevator music? Apparently, me and I am damned sure that damned tune playing is going to haunt me for quite a while. Where is Ipanema anyway, damn you Frank? I hum the tune and know it is there for the foreseeable future. We are met by Taylor. How they do this I do not know, Christian can probably pocket text, I hardly doubt the poor man waits around for us to finish getting friskey, or does he? Damn it now I have images in my damned head of Taylor having his ear to the damned door.
So, I am helped into the car like the china doll I am, both Christian and Taylor are super attentive, this will have to change as I get very grumpy when I am huge, and hate to be touched, though last time it was total strangers who did the damned touching, when I went food shopping, that is not going to happen this time, as I have Gail to do the shopping for me, and Taylor, Sawyer and Holly to stop strangers from getting too close. As we are driven to the plane I stare out of the windows and watch as London comes and goes from my view. I always feel a little downhearted as I leave, I don't know why, but I do? Christian has been very quiet since we left the hotel. His fingers have played with his phone for most of the journey and I have to think, or I do think, it has got to do with the kidnap threats and the security of our babies? Who knew Eamon and the Kavanagh twins had been kidnapped?
The nearest I came to that was when Vita, the then nice Nonna, tried stealing me from Mimi when she, Mimi was not having a good week. I remember asking why we were on the ferry, I remember her saying I was not wanted by Papa Frank and Grammy Mimi, I remember crying that I didn't want to leave with Nonna, I remember it so clearly now! I remember Papa Frank getting to the train and pulling me off it and him taking me back home to Otter Island, I remember her being told to stop on the train, I remember the tears and the cussing and the bad things they said to each other too, but why did it take me so long to remember that? How come I have just remembered that? How easy was it for her to take me from my grandparents, I swear our children will have locator chips implanted in them, but secretly I pray they are never that far from my sight, I will even give up my company to be with them, they are too precious to me to ever put in harm's way. I am sure Christian is worried too, but he hides his worry well, I however wear it on my sleeve for all to see. Talking of sleeves, their clothes will be chipped and their asses too. I joked about it, buying a secure facility used by the government, but I am seriously considering it. Area Fifty One is known about, but know body knows quite what goes on in there, that's a massive area, so I guess we could have our own Area Grey? I must have laughed aloud, because my husband abandons his phone.
"Ana, why are you giggling to yourself?"
"I was?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I was thinking about an Area Fifty One type of home."
"As in a UFO place, a black site for those in the know?"
"You know of these things Christian?"
"No, but there are black sites and who doesn't know about Area Fifty One?"
"Exactly. Perhaps we need the same premise for our home base? I mean people know we live there, but there is nothing to show we live there? I know, we need a Telly Tubby place, underground with hidden windows and entrances?" He looks clueless as I stare into those worrisome gray orbs of his.
"Hu?" He says and I realise I sound dumb! Telly Tubbies, really Anastasia? "I mean what?"
"A hidden home, one where only we know is there, because on top of the plot is a smallish house and outbuildings, where security can set up shop, whilst we live like rabbits underground?"
"That would be cool if we were five Ana!" He laughs and pockets his phone.
"I know lots of people who live underground, its safe, energy efficient, plus it is cool in summer and warm in winter, it's something to do with geothermal thingy ma bobs and they can heat the water, you know, the geo thingy ma bobs? I thought you of all people would like the green idea of being a Womble?"
"Womble, Telly Tubbies? Are you going to want your own Sesame Street too?" He laughs.
"I never liked that, Sesame Street, it was too American for me. Now can we be sensible and not childish?"
"If we must, but I think it was you who started the talk on Telly Tubbies Ana?" He laughs as his hand catches mine and he kisses it, okay that is nice. New word needed for nice, I will work on it.
"I did?" I say absentmindedly. Of course I am with the fairies, again!
"You did… We are here, lets talk later, but I am not ruling out underground accommodation. It in fact is a good idea."
"I have them occasionally. Is Holly here or are we waiting for her?" Her head pops out of the plane. "Okay, she's here. Wow, I can't believe I am having a whole month off work. I have only ever had long weekends off before."
"Me too. Now Mrs Grey, let's get the plane in the air before we get waylaid again?"
"Okay. Thank you."
"You are welcome, but it is me who should be thanking you."
"Why?"
"Umm, I don't know, how about we start with you agreeing to selling me Otter Island?"
"That is a very good place to start. Thank you for demanding I came to sign away my islands."
"They are still yours Mrs Grey, you and I are partners in the golfing resorts and everything else I own."
"Umm, likewise, you are part owner of a few sweetie stores." He laughs. "And owner of all my heart."
"Smooth Mrs Grey, very smooth and cute. Now get out before she pulls you out." Holly is stomping down the planes few steps.
"Ana, are you okay in there? Christian?"
"Holly we are fine. Stop worrying. Please?"
"We have been here a bloody hour already and you told me to be quick and we were, I mean I was…" She blushes. "Very quick… Mores the pity…"
"Say no more." Christian says as he helps me from the car. "We were discussing Telly Tubby Land…" He tells her.
"They what, the who? You were discussing Tinky Winky, Dipsey, Lala and Po? I can think of better things to discuss than the bloody Telly Tubbies, unless that's secret sex code for shit you and Mr Grinning Grey here seem to be doing a lot of these days Anastasia Grey? Is Nu-nu still the word for your nunny girl?" I laugh.
"Hols, we were discussing living underground, not sex, and as you know it's a hu-hu not a nu-nu." I say as I follow my wayward friend up the steps of the plane. "We were talking about living requirements for the new house, I rather like the Telly tubby bunker house, as in underground secure living, hidden from the world."
"Oh I live to live as a fucking Hobbit, will we be living in the Shire too?" She says as she snorts and grunts loudly, shocking poor Christian. We have very unusual laughter sounds the pair of us. We are also very girly and stupid too. Holly is this way all the time. She is a bad assed bad influence on me.
"No, I mean I don't know. I do have places in the Shires though…" I say as I take a seat. "We need a place in Seattle though." The conversation that started in all seriousness has now turned into Holly living like a bloody Hobbit, in a hobbit house. I guess it is better than a Telly Tubby House? Christian wants to sit opposite me. Holly has plonked her bum in the seat opposite.
"Oops, sorry, it's a force of habit, this Hobbit will sit with my guys over there, sorry Boss." Holly gets out of his seat first and smiles, she goes to sit with Luke and buckles herself in. I wonder where we are going first?
"Its fine Holly, next time maybe?" She is laughing. He sits down and I stare into space. I have so much going on in my busy head. "Ana?" I am in a very strange daydream state of mind today, not helped with the odd day we have had, a funeral, a food fight and bidding farewell to the band. Atop of all that Eamon's kidnapping and phobia attack, he really was a mess. I will call Kate and offer up my home in Aspen, he likes it there, it is a clean, uncluttered place. He and the twins ski there in the season, in fact he uses it more than I do. I look up and Christian is staring at me. "Ana…"
"Hu? Did you say something?"
"No, I was trying to tell you to buckle up. Are you okay?"
"I am fine, very soothed and calm thanks to the clean-up. Speaking of which, I wonder how the real clean-up is going?"
"Elliot says its will be easier to strip it out and start again. I swear my family are acting very oddly at the moment. Or rather more oddly than usual."
"I don't know there is something to be said about an awesome food fight. Holly there is the Queen of the bun toss. She has had crown heads of Europe tossing cream cakes before today. It has led to her having to spend a few nights behind bars. I sometimes refuse to bail her out, sometimes I can't because I am in there too, sometimes, and I mean twice I was in there with her."
"What, you have a criminal record Ana?"
"No, not unless you can call my Peter Andre LP a criminal record that is?"
"Who?" He asks.
"Nobody, an eighties pop star. It was a joke, as in a ha-ha thing? No, I got arrested for pie facing the chief of police at a posh art gallery opening in Italy, for which I had provided the refreshments as we had a store next door, and as he, Philip the curator of the new art gallery was one of my best customers, I was happy to do it, the man was annoyed Philip, the owner, had not chosen the police chiefs brother to do the catering for the prestigious event. He was being rude about Nonna and my tasteless cakes, which were far from tasteless, the man was a fat and idiotic moron. Anyway, I jumped to her honour and he was wearing a very tasty cake instead of eating it. Holly shouted food fight and all hell broke loose. She hit his pompous assed wife with an éclair, square on the massive hooter she had, and it was then we got arrested. It was worth it to see a prince and a princess in the next cell, they had never had as much fun at stuff opening before. They were covered in creme pâtissièr and didn't protest loudly when they were thrown in the van with us."
"Really?"
"Really, it was the most fun they had had on the European outing. I am now classed as their dear friend. They got us out of the clink and we have been friends ever since. Stick with me Christian, I have friends in some high places, including the White House. I may ask Michelle if her hubby can get us a look see into Area fifty one?"
"Barney would love that, he is a conspiracy theorist, and my wife it seems is a cake throwing ninja fool when she is with Holly?"
"We have our moments." He smiles that panty dropping smile of his and my Hu-hu tingles, again.
"Now, can we be serious for a moment?"
"Yup. Serious it is. I mean I do have my wacky moments, don't I?"
"You do, and it is enduring and refreshing, and you are most definitely like nobody else I know, or have known before and I like it, children's television characters included."
"Stick with me Christian and you will be as fruity as me. I do sensible too, but you, you make me become that child I once was, and I can see how thoroughly annoying I was."
"You were bloody annoying Baby. Though I guess I liked you." We are in the clouds.
"You did it again, took my mind off the take off. Thanks."
"I live to please. Now, we need to talk about our holiday come Honeymoon come escape from our fruit loop parents and friends for a while."
"Did I hear my name used in vain again?" Holly is at the tables edge. "Heyho, can I grab a cabin? I need to get some sleep, I was up all night?" My eyes find Luke, but he is with Taylor, running through security plans I would guess? "I meant to sleep, my other half is doing secret security stuff, so can I? Sleep I mean?"
"Yes, take the cabin to the right there. Holly thank you for adding the entertainment you bring to our lives, Ana and I appreciate it."
"Enough for me to get a raise. Better holidays and a new car as a bonus Boss?"
"Holly…"
"Okay Ana, hold yer head, I was seeing if I could get the new addition to the family to fork out for a new Bugatti for me? Well Christian?"
"What colour do you want it in? Green to match your eyes or red to match the wonderful colour of your hair?"
"Nah, it isn't red either, it's like rusty iron, okay orangutan orange, I know, I get it from my mama. Unfortunately, my dad has copper locks too, or he had before I gave him the gray hair he has now, so I was kinda stuck with the damned colour! No, I want scarlet, like the letter I should be wearing on my buxom bosom?" She laughs as she pushes her flat chest up and sighs.
"Does that mean I have to buy those too Hols?" I say. As Christian, still not used to the uncouth Holly blushes.,,
"Bugger. I guess that's another no to the boob job then?"
"You don't need one."
"Says you with the rack of a porn star. I am always lacking in Mother Nature's gift department, red hair a chest like a boy and ferkin freckles, good job Luke is part blind, or he likes my boyish good looks? Wow, do you think he likes men? I must ask him." Christian blushes.
"She took her time with mine Hols and besides, she gave you the gift of the gab and the gift of embarrassing people so easily and effortlessly. Oh and let's not forget you do gab very freely. Poor Luke likes you, as you are and he is not gay, you are a sodding fool sister, a fool and too mouthy, and a blabber mouth at that."
"Are you still upset because we are orf to see the lions and tigers in Africa and it was a secret? One, this One should have kept?" She mocks the lardy-dar-brit accent she occasionally has!
"That would be impossible Holly, I do believe that Tigers are in Asia, not South Africa and I know in future whom to trust and whom not to trust!"
"No tigers in Africa? Bummer, did they hunt them all out of there?" Christian shakes his head at Holly...
"They are not native to Africa Holly." He says as she looks at him in disbelief.
"I never knew that, but there are leopards, right?"
"I do believe they are the most popular with the safari people who go to visit the animals in Kruger National park. Not so much the farmers but the people who hunt with cameras to see them. I am still considering leaving you there!" They both laugh. "Wear the bikini, you may blend."
"I didn't bring it, I didn't wanna get shot."
"Holly, it's a nature reserve not a game reserve." I say. Laughing as I do.
"Hu, oh okay. I did wonder why you didn't pack the guns Ana."
"You have guns Ana?"
"Yes, but I don't shoot things that I don't eat. Though I nearly shot Holly once. A long story of her creeping in from a late night booty call. I nearly shot her ass as she crept in."
"Yup, I was nearly mounted on her fireplace, good thing she is a crap shot or I may have ended up next to Papa Franks deer thingy on Otter Island had she misfired." She walks away. "I shoot to kill, she shoots ceilings for fun don't ya Annie?"
"Ana?"
"I went to shoot game with Papa Frank a few times, and don't look like that, where do you think we got the game for the game pies you and Elliot liked to eat?"
"Really you killed and cooked?"
"Umm and rang necks and plucked, stuffed and cooked the birds you and the guest wolfed down. Not everything is shop bought Christian."
"You learn something new every day. So, how bad are you?"
"Really bad, I close my eyes when I pull the trigger, I hate to see things die because of me."
"Good to know."
"Yup I have shot more ceilings, trees and turf than actual animals. Oh and one unlucky beater who walked by the tree I shot at, he got a branch on his head for his troubles, Annie Oakley, I am not." Christian laughs, which is more than the poor beater did. That was the last time I fired a shot. "So, where are we stopping?" Christian laughs at the bad shot he married.
"Wait and see. We are on a photography holiday, a none gun hunting holiday. We are going to see things through the lens."
"Christian, the lion, he is in a safari park type thing, he was too use to being near people, so he can't even roam with the free lions. They have a few from circuses and zoo's. So he has company of like minded lions. I can't wait to see him, he was so scrawny when he was rescued. His claws were taken off and his teeth were not pointy, I guess he could still bite if he had a mind, but he was such a mess." I cry again.
"You really do care for the animals. I love you Ana."
"I love you too." He kisses my hand and I sigh. "I can't believe all this is happening to me Christian. I am so very happy…" So sodding happy I cry.
"Ana?"
"Hormones, give me morning sickness, give me puffy feet, give me anything else but hormones dear lord, please?"
"Okay, the book says they are very unsettling. I can see why. Are you okay Baby?" I sob.
"Yes, *sob* yes, *sob* I am just peachy, *sob* sorry!" I sob.
"Okay, this I am never going to get used to. Ana, are you ready to eat?"
"Yes please. I worked up an appetite."
"Wow, that was weird, one minute sobbing and the next not?" He says as I smile.
"Umm, something for you to look forward to. Me and my damned hormones. You knocked me up, so deal with it." I snap.
"Ana? Baby, what did I do or say?"
"Nothing, they can go any manner of ways, I am not always sad, I can be a snappy bitch too. Sorry."
"I can see this is going to be a very long pregnancy, do we need separate bedrooms already?" He laughs.
"You don't love me anymore?" I sob.
"Oh for god's sake, I love and adore you, not so much the hormones though!" He unbuckles his seatbelt and I head to his knee. "I guess we are going to get triple the fun?" I sit down and hug him tightly.
"I don't know, I was bad enough with the one, oh hell does it really multiply, did the book say anything?"
"I haven't got to that part of it yet, but I will download another on multiple births, and brush up on stuff." He kisses my head and rubs the not even there bump. "We will be okay Baby."
"I know, I guess it's not much fun right now."
"Oh I don't know, I am very excited by it all and we had fun earlier."
"I guess we did, lots of fun. Although when I was having Christian, I was rather bad tempered because I was so damned hornie and had nobody to help me relieve the situation."
"Did you get that way a lot?"
"About seven or eight times…"
"…A week?"
"No, a day…" He laughs.
"Oh, that's good to know. How are you feeling now?"
"Hornie. Hormonal and hungry."
"Oh lord…"
"Take me to bed, please?" He carries me to his room. "Oh goody, I have a plaything."
"I live to serve." We bypass the others and head to his room at the back of the plane. I am such a very demanding woman and this time I want the noise and the passion...
I think she will kill me.
After a very exhausting afternoon, I creep out of the cabin, my wife is sleeping and I do not want to wake her. I thought I had when she moved as I showered, she however turned and carried on sleeping. It is official, the book was right, pregnancy and its side effects are a quagmire of emotions. Some I like better than others, but even her very high sex drive, a sex drive I might add, that will take some calming. I gave it my best shot, several times. I swear she is trying to kill me. Can you died from having too much sex? I never thought I would ever be thinking such wicked thoughts. I laugh as I take my seat. I guess I have a lot to learn and getting there is going to be fun, if the high demand for sex doesn't kill me first, said no man ever… I open my laptop as Taylor sits opposite me.
"Sir, we have a situation."
"What sort of situation?"
"Unfortunately the body of Jack Hyde has resurfaced, when his resting place was opened to place in the grieving widow of the grave Sawyer hijacked for the job."
"Fuck. Did Sawyer leave any trace on himself, I know you said not, but have you someone who can tell us?"
"Sir, he was very good. He is very good. He knows his shit. He was taught by the best."
"Okay, but why is there a situation?"
"The body turning up is the situation, I just thought you should know. Though top of their list are the Russians, they were the ones who were taken into be questioned and it didn't help them much when the authorities found out a hit had been placed by them on him, so for now Sawyer is way down the watch list and I doubt Mrs Grey is even a foot note."
"Okay, you had me worried for a moment."
"I thought you should know. Mrs Grey may want to send flowers to his mother though?"
"Okay, yes, yes send her some from Ana. The last thing she needs are more reasons to cry. I am so confused by them, you know the reasons for all the tears?"
"I hated them, and I still do. I swear when Gail cries its like a dagger to my heart."
"Gail is sad?"
"Happy, and sad. Happy about your wonderful news but sad because she hasn't had a child of her own."
"Oh, I mean…" I twiddle my thumbs.
"… I am used to it, I don't like it and it gets easier, Gail is a godsend and she adores Ana and she is happy to be a part of your good news in whatever way she can be. She just doesn't want to upset Mrs Grey, and interfere and make a pest of herself, she feels like hugging her all the time."
"I know that feeling. I really do. I am glad she has Gail, it is good to know she is willing to be there for her."
"We, you included now Sir, will get used to the signs, or you will do, eventually."
"Thanks, I am well aware of that. She cried when she saw two rain drops on the window joining with another, and making a big rain drop. I thought it was something devastating like a pain or something was the matter with the babies."
"A rain drop, where?"
"Where? Oh sorry on the cabin window earlier. I nearly laughed but when I saw Angry Ana, I soothed her worry away and found her another raindrop to watch. Anyway Gail will be a very big part of helping Ana and I raise the babies, a massive part. Ana has already said she will need Gail's help, in fact she insists on it."
"I think they have bonded over their shared past, I have never seen Gail so motherly, I mean she loves Sophie, but seeing her with Mrs Grey, its different."
"I see it too. Thank god for Gail."
"Indeed, thank god indeed."
"So, will your man in the know keep us informed?"
"Yes, he is a fan of Mrs Grey's chocolates. He apparently gifts them to all his mistresses."
"Oh…"
"I know."
"T, what are you two gossiping about?" I look up and see Holly wiping her eyes. "Where is everyone?"
"Miss Wolfenden, Mrs Grey is sleeping and Sawyer is brushing up his shooting skills on the PlayStation. Apparently, you whipped his ass?" How is Taylor keeping so straight faced?
"Yeah, I know all the good camping spots. He hates my great camping spots. So, I best go and find him then, if that's okay Boss, and Bosses Boss?"
"Yes, we have very little to do Miss Wolfenden."
"T, I told you its Holly. Though I do like that Ma'am thing you do." She leaves us, and I have to wonder what the hell is going on in my life? My wife has brought to my once organised life, several layers of chaos and madness. I smile, because I like the madness that she brings.
"She is a handful Sir, but I like her."
"Ana loves her so best you do. Now, Ana came up with a good idea for a home."
"Sir?"
"Underground living."
"Sir?"
"Semi underground living as a matter of fact."
"I will get right on it." He smiles.
"I am serious. I think the idea has its merits, even if she did suggest it in jest, I think it could be a solution to locking ourselves away on a faraway island. Don't you?"
"I will look into possible sites. New build?" I shrug my shoulders and we settle down and we talk.
I mean we really talk. This is all new to him and he takes it all in his stride. We even watch an episode of the Telly Tubbies, to see what their house looks like. He was not as much of a stranger to it as I was! It seems Sophie loved them? If a grown assed ex special forces man, can watch four other grown assed men in neon costumes dance around and do their stupid shit, then so too can the billionaire CEO, he works for. Apparently, this is all I will do when I want my kid to shut up and get quiet time, I smiled when Taylor imparted his limited parenting tips. I think I am going to have to look at ways of calming my kids, or risk being glued to this crap more often… Things within the Grey household are certainly changing, and for the better, starting with Taylor getting more time to spend with his daughter. He headed back to his seat to see to Gail.
"Hello you…" I look up and Ana is heading to our seats. "When did you skip out on me?" She sits down and picks at the food on the table. "I didn't hear you leave and I only got up because I am ravenous."
"I will have some fresh food made for you Ana. What do you want?"
"This is fine, though I quite fancy some rollmops and spinach."
"What?"
"Smoked Herring, with a breaded filling, umm, I could just go a rollmop."
"I don't think we have them on board Baby. Anything else?"
"Fish, anything fishy, oh god gimmie something with fish. I think this is a girl. I hated fish with Christian, he liked sweet things and pizza."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he did. I wonder if they are all girls?" She smiles. "Ha, ha, ha, you would be gray haired in no time Christian."
"Yeah or fucking bald…" She picks at the food and smiles.
"I hope not, I like your copper curls. They make for some very good sex tools."
"They do, do they? You need to have your nails looked at too. My back is not looking too good. I look like a I have been savaged by a Tiger."
"Oops, I will file them down. Sorry… Anyway, where are we stopping, I asked earlier and we got rather nicely waylaid? Do you have a golfing retreat near Kruger Park?"
"No, but I am looking at it. We are stopping at Lion Sands, I do believe it is the safari park where you had Christian re homed to?"
"I did, it seemed the nicest of the ones I looked at."
"Well, Nonno roams freely there too. So I figured we would hire the place."
"Oh, okay, the treetop villa looked good."
"Hired…"
"Okay then, so where's my fish? My girls need brain food?"
"Girls, really?"
"Yup, three girls. Now, brain food is needed, please?" I smile. Oh god help me, I never thought of that three girls? Three girls. Oh god, I will be gray and or bald. Ana laughs. I am not laughing, girls are trouble and I don't think I could handle three of them…
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