Chapter 55 - Milestones.
Anastasia's POV
I'm surprised Christian hasn't made an appearance by now. I crane my head and glance over my shoulder, seeing that the wall clock in the kitchen reads 7:15, I've been out here cooking breakfast for over thirty minutes and knowing how horny Christian was before I left him in bed, I really thought he would he be out here giving me a repeat performance of Saturday afternoon. I'll never be able to look at the refrigerator in the same way again.
I gave Gail the morning off, well actually I gave her the whole day off but Christian doesn't know that yet. She will head for The Grace with Taylor and over see preparations and while I was hesitant at first, I'm so glad I took her up on the offer. Not that I don't trust the boys to make a good job, I just feel more at ease knowing someone with a level head will be there in case something goes wrong. Plus, someone needs to be there to keep Mia grounded, I can only imagine how crazy she'll be over there this morning.
Christian's presents arrived yesterday. I think I made the right decision, he doesn't need huge, grand gestures to make him happy. He's a freaking billionaire so anything that he wants he just buys without so much as blinking, that's why I decided to give him something that he would never get for himself - something that I hope he'll enjoy without making a fuss. Placing his plate on the large breakfast tray, I carefully make my way back to our bedroom willing myself not to drop bacon and eggs all over the floor.
"Stop right there." I kick the door closed with my foot and freeze on the spot. Christian is still leant against the headboard, hair a mess and bare chested but this time he has his blackberry resting on his lap. Working on his birthday? I think not, Grey.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just want to soak in this visual. You, dressed in my shirt and bringing me food. What could be more perfect than that?" I shake my head and hand him the tray, mouthing 'perve' as I take my mug of tea and crawl under the covers. "Where's yours?"
"Where's my what?"
"Breakfast? Unless your planning on sharing this with me?" I pick up the yoghurt and banana and wave them in his face, earning an eye roll and a scowl. "Seriously? That's all your eating?"
"I'm not that hungry, this is more than enough for me. Eat before it gets cold."
"This is so good." Christian bites into his bacon and groans, sipping his coffee in between mouthfuls. Why have we never done this before? "I'm seriously considering demoting Gail and allowing you to cook all my meals."
"Allowing me? Wanna' rephrase that, Grey? And don't you dare, Gail is like family and if you ever fire her I'll cut your dick off."
"I was joking, baby. I would never do that to Gail, I love her just as much as you do but this," He holds a forkful of pancake in the air and wafts in my face, making my neck recoil to get away from the smell. "needs to happen more."
"I'll bear that in mind." We eat in a comfortable silence, smiling at each other while chewing and drinking. Christian occasionally rubs my ankle under the covers with his foot making me squirm. I'm still throbbing from his amorous assault earlier on and the slightest touch is making me quiver, I sip my tea and watch him as he chews his final mouthful and drops his fork onto the plate with a heavy huff. He pushes his plate away and tips his head back, closing his eyes and patting his stomach.
"I could take a nap after that."
"You eat portions that size every day, Christian."
"I know but that was different, it seemed to fill me up all the more for some reason. It must be your magic touch, baby." He takes my now empty mug from my hands and places it onto the nightstand beside him, turning to face me with a wicked, salacious grin. "Now that I've eaten breakfast. Can I eat you?"
"Christian!" I slap his chest and flop against the mattress, pulling the sheet over my breasts only for him to yank it away again. His strong, firm chest covers mine and my legs automatically spread open for him to settle in between, his hands push mine up and over my head exposing my stomach. "You haven't opened your presents yet."
"The only present I'm interested in is here," His fingers hook into the side of my panties and before I can even articulate a coherent sentence, they're torn from my body and thrown to god knows where. "Now shut up and let me open it." His hot mouth is on my core within seconds, lapping at my labia relentlessly. My hands fist his hair and I try to push him away for the second time this morning, only this time I really don't have all that much fight in me.
"But…It's your birthday, surely this…this should be the other way around!" I squeal and jump when his teeth nip my clit, I can feel him smirking against me which only serves to turn me on more, I lift my head off the pillow to try and get a look at him but all I can see is a mop of copper, bed head hair. So fucking hot! "Christian!"
"Shhh, baby. Let me take care of you."
"But -"
"I don't care that it's my birthday, I want to do this." He halts his ministrations and lifts his head, looking me squarely in the eye. "Are you denying me?" All I can do is shake my head because I'm too turned on to do - or say anything else.
His hands push my thighs apart that little bit further and as soon as he dips his head and resumes where he left off I give in , like claw at the sheets, tug at my shirt and arch my back off the bed give in. I'm bucking wildly against his face and when my legs start to shake, I push him away. I don't know what the fuck possesses me to push him away but I do, Christian's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to speak but I don't let him, instead I push myself up and throw myself at him, kissing him like my entire life depends on it. The force of my assault knocks us both backwards but it doesn't take him long to respond, his arms wrap around my back and his hands glide underneath the shirt that I'm still wearing, squeezing my shoulders and tangling into my hair. I feel ravenous and unrestrained, my hips are rocking against his and it's only now that I'm realising he's completely naked. When did he take his boxers off? Pulling back, Christian smirks and chews on his lower lip.
"Thought I would save time." I shuffle down, kissing his chest and stomach as I go until I reach where I want to be. He's hard and heavy, pre-cum already forming at the tip and the sight alone makes my sex clench, I know I need to do this fast before I lose all strength in my upper body. I deep throat him right off the bat, his hips buck upwards and the action almost makes me gag but I don't even get the chance to so much as choke because I'm yanked away from his cock and flipped over onto my front, I squeal and slam my hands against the bed to prevent me from falling flat on my face.
"Spread your legs." Christian growls against my ass and roughly forces my legs apart. Holy fucking hell we've never done this before, we're in the perfect 69 position and although I feel borderline embarrassed to be this exposed, I don't think I've ever felt more aroused in my entire life! "Suck me, baby."
Don't mind if I do.
I grasp him in my hand and use my tongue to tease the tip, swirling in slow circles but never taking him in my mouth. He groans into my sex sending a vibration through my entire body causing my legs to buckle slightly, his hands wrap around my upper thighs holding me in place but it isn't my legs he should be concerned with, my arms feel like they will buckle at any second. We're both teasing each other, dangling what could be so mind blowing in front of each other and then cruelly snatching it away again. It's a game of cat and mouse and right now, I'm not sure what part I'm playing. "Take me in your mouth, Anastasia." He nips my clit again and this time I do buckle, the head of his dick slips out of my mouth and my forehead hit's the mattress in between Christian's bent legs. How the hell can he expect me to suck him off when he's doing that! I think there is a reason why we haven't done this before, it's too damn intense.
I finally take him into my mouth and to the back of my throat and the roar that leaves his body damn near makes me jump, his hand makes contact with my right ass cheek leaving my skin with a tingling sting. I work my mouth to the point where I fear my jaw will lock but I don't care because when he stabs his tongue into my sex and suckles, I literally convulse in his arms. I moan around his cock while riding out my release which ultimately tips Christian off the edge. "On your knees." He's hovering behind me in an instant, pushing my shoulders until I'm on all fours and spread legged. "Come here," His hand wraps around my hair and he tugs, pulling me flush against him, my back to his chest. He grips the hem of my shirt and yanks it over my head, leaving me naked and exposed. His hands fly to my breasts and he tweaks my nipples, rolling each elongated nub in between his thumb and forefinger making me whimper in nothing but need. "I need you now." His voice is harsh and controlling, it's everything that I love and I know I'm in for a hard, raw fucking.
I lean on my elbows and stick my bare ass in the air, letting him know that I'm ready, that I want nothing more than for him to take me and own me - claim me as his. I can feel him hard behind me, my eyes are closed and my forehead is resting against my clasped hands. Christian taps my ass with his dick and it's almost enough to make me come right there and then, I fully expect him to drive into me instantly but he doesn't, instead he slowly drags the head along my ass cheek and onto my rosebud. I freeze and grip the sheets in sheer panic, oh my god he's not going to do it now is he?! Sensing my distress, he leans down and kisses me sweetly in between my shoulder blades.
"Not yet, baby. Soon." How can one word hold so much sensual promise? My insides quiver at the thought and even though I'm terrified of the prospect of it, I can't deny how much thinking about it turns me on. "But for now, I just need to fuck the shit out of you." I'm jolted forward when he slams into me, my hands tightening around the comforter so tight my knuckles turn white. Christian grunts and groans as he rocks into me, his pace is slow and steady but as soon as he knows I'm okay he speeds up, the sound of slapping skin reverberating off of the walls. "Yesss. So good, so good." His left hand leaves my hip and weaves into my hair once more, wrapping my locks around his wrist causing my neck to snap back slightly, it's borderline painful but I don't care, in fact I relish the harsh bite of his force because it's brutal and it's animalistic. It's everything that we are and when we're like this, so consumed in each other it's all I can do not to scream like a banshee.
"Aaah!"
"Just like that, baby. Push back." I do exactly as he tells me, making him fuck me so hard I'm pushed up the bed, my head inches away from the headboard. My toes are curling and I can feel the sweat dripping from my forehead and onto the sheets beneath me. "Lean down. Let me see your nipples brushing against the bed, baby." Oh hell! That's it I'm coming, too late to stop now. "Fuck yes!"
Christian flips me over again, this time so that I'm flat on my back. My chest is heaving and I'm still shuddering through my orgasm, I think that he's going to fuck me missionary style but he doesn't, he lifts my legs and pushes them up so that my knees are near my chin, he rears up and rests all of his weight onto his hands braced by the side of my head. Realigning himself he thrusts into me, the intrusion so deep and harsh I scream out and dig my nails into Christian's back. He freezes and looks down at me, concerned etched all over his beautiful face.
"I'm okay," I wheeze out. "Just give me a second."
"Is it too much?" He's heaving just as heavy as I am. We're both sweaty, panting messes and I'm suddenly thankful we haven't showered yet. Not that being clean would ever stop him. "Do you need me to stop, baby?"
"No," I vehemently shake my head and clench my muscles, letting him know that I'm more than okay. "I'm fine. I'm fine I promise." He doesn't look convinced, in fact I feel him dwindle a little inside of me so I reach for his face and probe his mouth with my tongue, kissing him slowly and sensually while rocking my hips the best I can, this position doesn't exactly leave me a lot of room for movement. "Move, Christian, please." My tone is beseeching, begging almost and thankfully he hears me, he withdraws and pushes back in at an achingly slow pace all the way to the hilt. I can feel every, blessed inch of him and after the third push, I'm writhing beneath him and clawing at his shoulders, ass and back - any square inch of skin I can find.
"Shit, baby, you feel so good. So tight." It doesn't take him long to pick up the pace, he slams into me with such force I feel like he'll come out of my throat. "This is what I needed. This is what I want." The veins in his neck start to bulge telling me that he's beginning to build. I focus on his face, watching him as he fucks me. His eyes lock with mine and my breath catches in my throat when I see nothing but adoration. His floppy, copper hair hangs over his eyes and without even thinking I tangle my fingers through it and scrape his forehead with my nails slightly, his pelvis presses against mine and all it takes is two more sharp thrusts before he's spilling into me. He buries his face into my neck and rocks through his release, effectively hurling me towards mine.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He bellows and rolls off of me, making me wince slightly when I feel him leaving my body. "That…that is how I want to start every day! Just like that."
"If we do that every morning, I'll die." I pant and drop the hand that I was waving in the air onto my stomach.
"Perfect way to go though."
"I'd still rather not." Christian curls his hand under my head and pulls me into his chest, my face pressing into the crook of his neck. "We definitely need to shower now."
"Soon, not yet. I think I need to lay here for at least an hour before moving anywhere, baby. That fuck took it out of me."
"What's this?" Christian flips the padlock over and smiles, his head tilting to the side as his fingers delicately trace the engraved inscription. "When did you get this?"
"Yesterday. It's for Paris, well the Love Lock Bridge to be more precise. I don't know if you had already thought about it but I…It's something I've wanted us to do ever since we came back." I'm rambling like a socially awkward nerd, I'm even chewing my damn fingernails. Christian flips the lock over once more and turns to face me, holding it up like he's showing it to me for the first time.
"You had it engraved?" I silently nod my head and pull the sheet up higher so that my breasts are covered. It's 10am and we're still in bed, we haven't moved since breakfast and although I need to call Mia and check in on the party planning committee, I'm really comfortable and the thought of rolling out of this warm bed has me sinking further into the mattress.
"Of course. We'll lock it to the bridge and throw the key over the edge, you know what it symbolises right?" I ask because for all I know Christian hasn't even heard of the Love Lock Bridge let alone thought about visiting it, he was hardly the romantic type before he met me.
"Unbreakable love." It's more of a statement than an answer. His bright, gray orbs burn into mine as his hand reaches for my face, grasping my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. "You want us to do this?"
"Yes. Hence why I got the padlock for you, the last time we were in Paris everything was still so fresh and new, we had only been dating for a few days and even though I wanted to visit the bridge, I didn't want to freak you out so early on in our relationship so I didn't mention it. But now - I think we're ready now." Christian shifts onto his side and leans in to kiss me, his lips are feather soft and while I can tell he wants to ravage my mouth, he keeps the kiss gentle and chaste. "Do you like the inscription?"
"Like it? Baby, I love it." I take the lock from his hands and shuffle closer towards him, his arm automatically stretching out so that I can lean into his chest. I debated on what I should have engraved for hours, I had even compiled a list of quotes from my favourite poems and novels but when it came down to it, all I wanted was for it to read something simple. My index finger glides over the beautiful script inscribed in the center of the padlock.
Christian & Anastasia
Forever in Love
Paris - July2012
"I thought I had our itinerary organised to a tee, clearly I was wrong," His lips brush against my forehead. "And now we have a day at the Le Spa Bercy to squeeze in."
"When was the last time you went to a spa?"
"Honestly? God, I can't even remember. Mia dragged me to one while we were in Aspen for New Year once but that must have been at least four years ago."
"You've never thought about using it as an anxiety outlet?"
"Anxiety? Why would I need to do that, baby?"
"You're so stressed all the time, Christian. I worry about you sometimes."
"Why?" He drags his fingers through my hair and holds a lock in the air, twirling it around his finger.
"It's not good for you, you work so incredibly hard and I'm so, so proud of you but,"
"But what?"
"Don't you ever want to slow down sometimes? Take a break from it all?" He snorts and chuckles, his chest shaking beneath my cheek.
"Why would I do that? Baby, I love what I do. It's part of who I am and if I were ever to stop or slow down, I don't think you'd like the outcome."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, if you think I get stressed out and pissed off now, wait until I have nothing to do with my time. Then you would witness an irate, Christian."
"Oh I don't know." I push myself up and brace my weight on my elbows, looking down at the delectable man beside me. "Imagine having nothing to do except lay in bed all day?"
"Would you be in bed with me?" A salacious smirk crosses his face, his hand grazing my naked back and shoulder blades.
"Where else would I be? I'll always be beside your side, Christian Grey."
"Well, now you're just trying to butter me up."
"Maybe. We don't have to do the spa if you don't want to?"
"Are you kidding me? Spending an entire day with you half naked? Massages and mud wraps? I'm fucking in, baby."
"Yeah well don't get too excited, it'll be a male masseuse for you, Sir." His hand freezes on my back and his body tenses.
"I hope this is the part where you tell me you have a female masseuse, Anastasia?" I roll my eyes and blow a fallen tendril of hair out of my face, sitting up completely when I lose all feeling in my arm.
"Of course I have. Do you think I am foolish?"
"No," He sighs and cradles my face in his hands, pulling me down and kissing me on the nose, lips and forehead. "You're far too smart for that."
"I'm pleased you think so. Now, come on." Yanking the sheet away, I swat his ass and pull away from his hold, leaping out of bed when he reaches for my arm. "We need to shower and get dressed. That is if you still want to go out?"
"Again, are you kidding me? I get to have you all to myself for the whole day, don't bother packing a bag, baby because you won't need it. I fully intend on doing nothing except fucking …and eating. Fucking and eating sounds fucking perfect to me." He flashes me his mega watt grin, stretches his arms out and rubs his balls as he climbs out of bed and ambles towards me, kissing my cheek as he breezes past me and into the bathroom.
Part of me wants to tell him what I have planned, that his entire family and friends will be waiting for us when we arrive at the marina in less than three hours but I hold off, not only am I coward and weak. I've come this far and I'll be dammed if I give him an opportunity to back out now. So I follow my man into the bathroom, climb into the shower with him and let him have his wicked, wicked way with me.
Christian and I arrive at the Marina for 1pm. Taylor has walked ahead of us to 'carry out final checks with Mac," while my man and I trail behind at a leisurely pace. Christian is in a good mood - a really good mood actually. I don't know if it's all the sex or because we've spent the entire morning together but he hasn't stopped smiling since we left Escala. He pulls me into his side and casually wraps his arm around my neck, my left hand automatically sliding into the back pocket of his jeans. It's a bright day which means Christian is wearing his Ray Ban aviators and damn does he look good, and when he pops a stick of gum into his mouth I almost expire on the spot. As we draw closer to The Grace, my heart starts to race and the palms of my hands clam up. If he hates this I'll die - I'll literally die. His entire family are on board, and I don't just mean Grace, Carrick, Elliot and Mia either, oh no I mean his entire family. Cousins, aunts, uncles - the next door neighbours dog, they're all here and they're all ready to celebrate. I'm just not sure Christian is.
"I'm thinking of getting another yacht." I almost trip over my own feet. He wants to what now?
"What? Why would you want to do that?"
"Why not? It's not like I can't afford it and this way, one can be for GEH and one can be for…recreational use." His hand squeezes my ass through the thin fabric of my dress. "Plus, I already have a name in mind."
"If you say what I think you're about to say then you can forget it, Grey." Stopping in front of me, his hands grip my hips gently, grinning down at me like the sexy bastard he is.
"What do you mean? I haven't even told you yet."
"I'm guessing my name will be in there somewhere."
"Oh how very conceited of you, Miss. Steele." He taps the side of my nose and smirks.
"Well, isn't it?"
"Maybe. Would you be that against me naming a boat after you?"
"I don't know, I'm just not sure I love the idea of seeing it plastered on the side of a catamaran."
"Why not? I think it would look beautiful."
"You would. I've never been a huge fan of my name." I place my hands on top of his and lace our fingers together, tugging him along with me when he doesn't move. We're on a damn schedule here.
"Your name is beautiful, Ana and anyway, that point is moot. No one likes their name. But I happen to love yours and if I do get another boat, it will be named after you." I could huff and puff till I'm blue in the face, I'm actually rather tempted but we're no more then ten feet away from The Grace now and I know I don't have any time to be argumentative. Mac steps off board and shakes Christian's hand and I find myself grinning when he greets me with his adorable Irish accent, offering his hand to me and flashing an all tooth beam.
As soon as Mac's out of ear shot, Christian roughly grabs my ass and pulls me flush against him, his neck burying into the crook of my neck as his other hand weaves into my hair, tangling into the locks at the nape of my neck. "As soon as we start moving, I want you naked and in that cabin, spread legged on the bed and ready for me." I flatten my palms against his chest and awkwardly attempt to push him away but fail miserably. My cheeks redden as soon as the words leave his dirty mouth, realising that we have a boat full of people within hearing distance and knowing Elliot the way I do, I wouldn't be surprised if he was lurking around the corner catching everything that we're saying.
"Whoa, slow down. Let's at least get changed first."
"What did you put in your bag?"
"My bag?" I pant when his mouth presses against the column of my throat, leaving wet kisses in their wake. Now is not the time to get horny. "Umm, a bathing suite. Change of clothes that sort of thing."
"When I specifically told you not to? Baby, I don't plan on letting you even leave the bedroom for the duration of the entire day, would you need a change of clothes?" Because your family are on board! And I don't relish the thought of being naked around your father! I want to shout in his face but I don't, all will be revealed in due course.
"Just in case Mac or Taylor need us for anything, I'm only being cautious. Now come on, unless you want to spend the whole day standing out here on the marina?" I don't give him opportunity to answer, I simply tug on his hand and lead him towards Mac who is waiting with an outstretched hand, Christian steps on board first and takes my remaining hand, helping me step on without tripping on the fabric of my floor length maxi dress.
The lower deck is quiet, silent in fact. I told Mia, Kate and Grace to keep downstairs empty so that Christian wouldn't suspect anything before hand. Glancing over my shoulder I see that neither Taylor or Sawyer are tailing behind so I know they must have already joined everyone else upstairs. I can feel Christian's hands on my ass and I can tell he's raring and ready to fuck, little does he know we'll be waiting a long time before he even gets the chance to cop a feel.
"Why are we going outside? Bedroom, baby." He tries to lead me in the opposite direction but I don't relent. "Ana?"
"I want to go upstairs first. We can go to bed later." Big fat lie. But I need to appease him somehow.
"What the fuck is so fascinating about the top deck? I know it's warm out but really, Ana? All I want to do is bury my cock in your tight, wet - "
"SURPRISE!" Even I flinch as soon as I swing the double doors open. I'm praying to God no one heard what Christian said but judging by the beaming grins on everyone's faces, they're none the wiser. Me on the other hand, I feel like I could stop traffic with how flushed my face feels. Grace and Carrick step forward first and embrace my man, Carrick opting for a manly slap on the back. Christian scrubs a hand over his face and shyly holds his other hand up, acknowledging the applauding throng of people gathered on the deck of his boat, swarming in one by one to greet him. I finally remember how to breathe when he wraps an arm around my waist and bends to kiss the top of my head.
"You are so getting spanked for this."
"Are you mad?" I panic a little when I hear what I think is frustration in his voice, but when I pull away from his hold and raise my chin, he's smirking and shaking his head; relaxing me slightly.
"Of course I'm not. Did you plan the whole thing?"
"Not entirely, I had a little help from -"
"Are you surprised?! Oh my god, you should have seen your face!" Mia bounces towards us and jumps into Christian's hold despite the fact that he's not even ready to catch her. He laughs and pats her back before setting her on her feet.
"I should have known. How long did it take for her to coerce you into planning this?" Christian looks at me and nods his head towards Mia, earning himself a slap to the chest.
"Hey! This was all Ana's idea, I just helped." I tilt my head to the side and shrug innocently when he raises an eyebrow, fixing me to the spot with a piercing glare. He mouths the word 'spanking' and winks, gliding past me and making a beeline for Elliot who already looks half cut, holding a bottle of scotch in the air and hollering like he's at a Mariners game. "See, that wasn't so bad was it?"
"I guess. I've been a bag of god damn nerves all day." Flagging a passing waiter down, when the hell did we agree to having servers? I pluck a glass of what looks like a rainbow in a champagne flute off the tray and take a long sip. "He seems to be okay though."
"Trust me he'll love it." Turning on the spot, she holds two fingers up to a tall, tanned male with a moustache. "That's Franco. He'll start on the food now."
"What's he even making?"
"Nothing heavy. Light appetisers I think. Come on, I'll introduce you to some people. Uncle Bobby is dying to meet the woman who managed to tie my brother down."
An hour later, I've met two of Christian's uncles, one aunt and his Grandparents; all on Grace's side. I haven't even started on Carrick's. My face is hurting from smiling so hard and I really need to pee, I've scoured the deck more than once but I can't see Christian anywhere, he was with me when his Grandma approached me but other than that - nothing. A short, middle aged woman with pin straight hair all but shoves a plate of Cajun Shrimp Skewers in my face but I politely wave my hand and decline, if I eat anything else I'll burst. I turn on the spot when I hear an adorable giggle followed by sweet whispers. Grace is holding the hand of a little girl, she can't be any older than five or six and she is without a doubt the most precious thing I've ever seen in my life. Bright blonde ringlet curls, dainty button nose and piercing blue eyes that are looking straight at me.
"Ana, this is Bethany, my brother's granddaughter. Bethany, this is Anastasia." Grace tugs on her little hand and looks at me. "She's been dying to meet you."
"Are you a pwincess?" Grace and I laugh and I want to melt into a puddle of mush, this kid is just too cute. I pick the hem of my dress up and bend to her eye level.
"No, I'm not a princess."
"But you look like a pwincess, and you have a pwincesses' name so you must be one!" She tells me so matter of fact that all I want to do is scoop her up and take her home with me.
"You're right, I do have a princesses' name, do you like it?" She nods her little head and grins.
"Anastasia is my most favourite movie." This is why I've never been hot on my name. I've been compared to the 'Russian Princess' throughout my entire childhood near enough, but right now I couldn't care less. In fact I would happily don a gown and a tiara and break out into 'Once Upon a December' right now, simply to make this child smile.
"Really? Mine too!"
"Was it your mommy's?"
"I think it must have been." Either that or she was high when she named me. "But your name is pretty special too, I've never met a Bethany before." Her eyes widen and her little mouth drops open.
"Really?"
"Really. So I guess that makes you a princess." I tap her nose making her giggle, she tucks her face into her neck and blushes. I think my uterus just skipped a beat. She must catch movement in the corner of her eye because she lifts her head and giggles behind her hands. I glance over my shoulder to see my man standing behind me, looking gorgeous as hell.
"What's all this?" I don't stand up, I remain crouched to the floor and shuffle closer towards Bethany, leaning forward so I can whisper in her ear.
"Do you know who that is?"
"Cwistian." She whispers back like it's top secret information and I nod my head.
"He's my Prince." Well, at that she all but bounces on the spot and claps her hands together, giggling like I've given her ten pounds of candy in the space of ten minutes.
"He is?!" Nodding my head again, I pull myself up and lace my fingers through Christian's, my eyes still solely focused on the little angel in front of me.
"I'm what?"
"Nothing." I offer him a smile and kiss his cheek. "I'm just introducing myself to Bethany here."
"You're her Prince, Cwistian."
"I am? Did Ana tell you that?"
"Anastasia." Bethany corrects him and frowns, her little brow furrowing into the most adorable 'v' "That's her name."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Anastasia."
"I told her you're my Prince because you are." Christian turns his face towards me and smiles shyly, his beautiful gray eyes glittering in the afternoon sun.
"Of course I am, baby. I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"On that note, come on sweetie, lets go get you some juice." Grace winks at us and picks Bethany up, positioning her on her hip and smoothing a hand over her hair. "Say bye-bye."
"Bye." She waves her tiny hand and smiles, flashing her adorable dimples.
"She was way too cute. Like hurt my heart cute."
"She is pretty beautiful, she has Elliot eating out of the palm of her hand."
"I can see why." I turn in his hold and slide my arms around his back, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Are you having fun?"
"Surprisingly, yes. I didn't think that I would."
"Me either. I can't say I wasn't nervous about your reaction, you've been banging on about it all week."
"And all week you have been telling me I had nothing to worry about," He bends his knees slightly and locks his hands around my lower back, his mouth inches from mine. "I have to say, you've impressed me with your ability to bull shit me the way you did."
"Impressed?"
"Mmm. Maybe I can make a CEO out of you yet." I thread my fingers into his hair and gently scratch his scalp with my nails, his eyes roll into the back of his head as a soft groan leaves his mouth. I quickly stop and pull my hands back down to where they were before. Knowing how hard he gets at the flick of a switch, I smile sweetly and kiss the tip of his nose.
"No you can't. I like to read, I'm leaving ruling the world to you."
"Now that would be hot, watching you be all masterful and in charge." His lips part and a tiny smirk curls at the side of his mouth. I know that look, I crave that look. It tells me that he wants to ravish me, that he wants to fuck me until I lose the ability to walk. He leans in to me and raises one hand to my cheek, curling his hand possessively around my jaw holding me in place. "Just thinking about makes my cock throb."
Mother of all that is Holy.
"Christian, not here." I squirm in his hold and press my thighs together, desperate to quell the dampness in between my legs.
"You're horny aren't you? You want me to fuck you?" Despite the devilish voice in my head telling me yes, I shake my head and bite down on my lip, trying to ignore the feel of his fingers circling the skin of my jaw. Jeez, this man owns me. "Don't lie, Ana. I can smell your arousal from here. Just how wet are you right now?"
"Christian -"
"Shall I check?" I know he wouldn't actually do it, but when his hand snakes to my stomach with the intent of moving to my panties, I swat at his wrist and shriek in his ear. Christian chuckles and brushes the shell of my ear with his delicious as sin lips.
"Hey! Keep it clean you two, kids are present." Slapping his brother's shoulder, Elliot leans down to kiss my cheek and I swear I hear Christian growl. When I look at him, his eyes are narrowed into slits and his jaw is clenched. Is he seriously jealous of his brother? "Nice work, Ana Banana. I'm impressed you managed to pull this off without dickhead here catching on."
"It wasn't easy," I sigh and fold my arms across my chest, watching as Christian's eyes zero in on my cleavage. "But it was worth it. Where's Kate?"
"Last time I saw her she was trying to persuade my Grandma into taking a shot," Elliot's nose scrunches up as he makes a sour face. "That woman isn't normal I swear."
"That's because she's not." I scoff and roll my eyes. Christian is still pouting, he too has his arms crossed and it's only when I realise Elliot has his arm casually wrapped around my shoulders he looks away. Is he counting to ten?
"Who fancies a swim?" I say yes at the same time Christian says no, he glares at me and shakes his head muttering something I can't quite make out under his breath. Elliot pushes his chest and tells him to lighten up, squeezing my cheek before heading off downstairs to change.
"What was all that about?" I ask him once we're alone.
"What was what?"
"You, acting all pissy. Was it because Elliot kissed my cheek?"
"I don't like anyone touching you, Ana. You should know that by now." Jesus. I can't believe he's having a strop because his brother dared to touch me. Not only is it ridiculous it's downright barbaric, not every man is desperate to get into my panties. "And now you're willing to parade around my boat in a fucking bikini," He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Please tell me you haven't brought the hot one?" At that I smirk and push my chest out slightly, his eyes once again focusing on my chest. I've never been vain about my appearance, I've had no reason to be but even I know how good my breasts look in this dress. The thin straps around my back that hold the dress up leave little to the imagination, it's strapless and very backless, the front of the dress drapes over my breasts quite low showcasing my more than average sized bosom.
"Aren't they all hot?"
"Yes!" He growls and takes a step closer towards me. "But that one, fuck that one is another fucking level."
"No, I didn't bring that one. Does that mean I can go swim now?" I tilt my head to the side and bat my eyelashes demurely, offering him a sweet smile.
"Don't act all cute. It doesn't work on me, Miss. Steele."
"Not even a little bit?" I run a fingernail down his chest which I'm now only just noticing. He's undone the top three buttons of his shirt exposing his chest and I almost swoon like a love sick teenager, how did I not see that before?
"No. Now go change before I change my mind." He swats my ass making me squeal, I reach up and kiss his cheek before dashing off inside, hollering for Kate as I skip through the doors.
Christian's POV
"Please, please can we fuck before we swim. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to last." Gripping Ana's sweet ass, I pull her into my hold and lean down to suck on her neck, her tits pressing into my chest. She steps out of our cabin dressed in a mint green bikini, the bandeau bra barely covers her nipples and her ass looks so fucking perfect in the tiny briefs. My dick angrily stands to attention, desperate to break through the confines of my shorts and bury itself into Ana's sweet pussy.
"No." Is her reply, but I know she doesn't mean it. I can hear how heavy she's breathing, she's turned on and she knows I know it.
"I'll be quick." She scoffs and pushes me away, gathering her hair into a messy bun and securing it to the top of her head with a tie. She doesn't even realise how hot she really is, she has a body to fucking die for and I know all men want her. Fuck even women want her, I caught Ros checking her ass out earlier and I almost ripped her a new one, I threatened to tell Gwen but at that she laughed and waved her hand in the air telling me it was worth it, she's fucking lucky I didn't toss her overboard.
"There's nothing quick about you, Grey. Trust me if there was, I'd be naked on that bed as we speak." Oh baby, keep talking like that and I'll only need thirty seconds. "Come on, people will be wondering where we are." She picks up our towels and heads for the door but I stop her, curling my hand around her wrist and pushing her into the wall beside the door. I waste no time in devouring her mouth, forcing my tongue in between her plump lips.
She sags against me slightly so I tap her ankles with my bare foot and force her legs apart, sliding my thigh in between her legs to hold her up, I wasn't expecting her to grind down on my knee like a sex deprived nymph but when she does, it's all I need to probe my tongue so far down her throat I'm surprised I haven't come out the other end. She drops the towels and her dainty hands fist my hair as she rides my leg, purely using me for her own sweet relief. Not that I give a fuck, nothing is more erotic than watching her pleasure herself, watching her as she chases her release, the mask of pleasure washing over her face. "That's it baby, fuck you're so beautiful." And she is, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on in my entire fucking life. A flush taints her perfect porcelain skin and her blue eyes flutter closed when she can't withstand the pleasure for a second longer. Tugging on the cup of her bikini bra, I brush my thumb against her erect nipple and groan when her head flies back, making contact with the wall behind her.
"Christian," Hearing her say my name sends me into a tail spin, knowing that I'm the one making her feel like this - making her lose control. She sinks lower onto my knee, grinding harder and faster. I can feel her wet heat seeping onto my leg making all the blood rush to my dick. I want to fuck her, I need to feel her, but something inside stops me because I'm too enthralled in watching her come. Tendrils of hair fall loose from her bun, framing her face which only adds to the sex appeal oozing from my girlfriend. Her nipple hardens under my thumb and I give into the urge to look down, her tit is round and perfect, my hand covering the soft mound instantly.
"Does this feel good, baby?" She nods her head almost erratically, biting her lip and clawing at my shoulders. "Tell me."
"It feels good, so good." Her voice is low and husky, thick with arousal. Fuck, I'm starting to lose the battle here. I close my eyes and picture how wet she is, how easily I could slip my dick into her hot folds. My breathing quickens and I bury my face into her neck, sucking on the soft skin below her ear. My hand is still fondling her tit and Ana is still rocking her pussy against my knee. "I need to feel you, Christian. Please." I close my eyes and groan as the words leave her mouth. There is nothing and I mean nothing I want more than to pick her up and sink into her tight, wet snatch, but I know if I do, we won't be leaving this cabin anytime soon.
"Shh, baby. Just feel it." Feel it she does! Her hands fist my hair as her mouth descends to my neck. She sucks, kisses and nips and when she reaches down and tugs her panties to the side, clearly to gain more intense friction, I. Fucking. Lose. It. Popping open the snap on my shorts, I reach for her hand and force it inside my boxers, lower and lower until her fingers brush against my throbbing erection. Sensing what I need, Ana whimpers and wraps her hand around my cock, moving up and down the best she can while grinding her hips with wild abandon. "Fuck, that's it, baby. That's it." This was supposed to be about Ana, about her release but I couldn't handle another second without feeling her touch.
"Christian," She gasps, choking on her own breath. "I'm gonna' come." Good. I need her to. Her hand tightens around my shaft edging me closer to my own release, I slam my hand against the wall behind her head and my shoulders lock. Ana bites down onto the wing of my shoulder as she comes on my knee and that's all I need to let go. Her hand pulls out of my boxers and fists my hair once more as she shudders and shakes in my arms. "Oh my god."
"I know," Even I'm struggling to catch my breath after that. I reach up and push her now fucked hair out of her beautiful face, she closes her eyes and inhales a deep breath as she leans her head against the wall. I drop my leg and take a step back, she has this incredible aura about her when she comes. Not to mention how intoxicating she smells, but it's her face that gets me every single fucking time. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips turn me the fuck on.
"I need to change."
"Why?" She cocks an eyebrow and parts her legs, pointing to her sodden sex with a dainty finger. "Don't you dare, it's fucking hot knowing how wet you are down there. Covered in your own cum." Ana slaps my chest and blushes slightly, how the fuck she can be shy after what just happened I'll never know. "Baby, you just rode my leg and made yourself come. Don't pretend that shocks you."
"It doesn't, you just make it sound so…crass." I laugh and peel my shorts down, kicking them away with my foot as I reach for the back of my neck and pull my shirt over my head. Ana's eyes travel down the length of my body drinking me in, her lips part when they land on my now naked cock and her chest starts to heave. This woman is fucking insatiable.
"I suggest you go outside, baby."
"W…Why?" She stammers and blinks twice.
"Because you're looking at me like you want to fuck me, or suck my dick. Look what it's doing to me?" I gesture towards my now recharged, erect cock and watch as her eyes widen, realising what her presence does to me. "I'm ready to fuck you already, Ana and we can't. We have a boat full of guests and I don't think they would appreciate the guest of honour locked away in the lower cabin so he can fuck his girlfriend's brains out." At that she gulps and bites her lower lip again.
"I'm going." Her voice betrays her, telling me just how horny she really is. Her eyes meet mine quickly and she turns to leave, her feet carrying her out of the door faster than the speed of lightening. That woman will be the death of me.
Ten minutes later, I head back outside onto the lower deck and join Elliot and Dylan who are sprawled out on two sun loungers, shirtless and drinking a Corona. "Fucking finally. Finished knocking one off are you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Don't try and pretend that's not what you were doing. You were gone ages and when Ana came outside she was breathing heavily, not to mention the flush on her chest. That, brother, was a woman who had just cum." I fight the urge to knock his teeth in, that's twice today he's pissed me off where Ana is concerned. What the fuck was he playing at kissing her cheek earlier?
"Watch it." I growl, pointing my finger in his face. "You shouldn't have even been looking at her, dickhead." Elliot tears the beer bottle away from his lips and scrunches his face up.
"What do you want me to do? Not look at her?"
"Yes." I spit and sit down on the bed beside Dylan. "That's exactly what I'm fucking saying."
"You need to chill out, Chris. I only have eyes for one woman and she's standing over there with your girlfriend." I want to laugh in his face and tell him he'll never have eyes for one woman, my brother is a playboy and a good one at that. I'm still not entirely sold on his relationship with Kate. But instead I keep my mouth shut and twist my head to the side, following his gaze and landing on Ana.
She's standing near the ladder, leant against the railings and talking to Kate. She reaches up and tugs at her hair tie letting her soft waves tumble past her shoulders and chest, falling down her back when she tips her head back and laughs. Fucking fuck, she's gorgeous. I watch her for a minute longer, maybe more, only managing to tear my eyes away from her when I hear Dylan's voice at the right of me.
"What?"
"I said she looks good, Ana I mean. And before you tear my head off for looking at her, I just mean she looks happy."
"She does." I nod in agreement. "Took time though."
"Hardly surprising. After what she went through…" Dylan shakes his head and sips his beer, his eyes completely trained on Ana. "She's strong, she would have to be after what happened. I don't know many people who would come back from that."
"She's incredible. I'm in nothing but awe of her."
"Careful Dyl, he'll rip your dick off for looking at her for more than five seconds." I lean back and smirk, lifting my arm up and resting the back my head on my hand.
"Quit bitching. You sound like fucking Mia." He huffs and shakes his head, draining the remainder of his drink and setting the empty bottle on a passing tray. Lazy fucker can't even get up and put his bottle in the trash. "Speaking of Mia, am I the only one who noticed that Brad fucker here earlier?" I spotted him pretty much instantly, he was leaning against the railings at the far end of the deck while everyone greeted me when Ana and I arrived, we made eye contact for a brief second before he pushed himself off and headed inside. Fucker knows I don't like him, I don't even know why he bothered turning up here today.
"I saw him. He pretty much shit himself when I spoke to him."
"What did you say?" Elliot slides his Ray Bans over his eyes and sits up, hunching forward and resting his weight on his knees.
"Nothing much. I wanted to lay into him but Mia was there, I don't like the limp dick but I'm not upsetting our sister over it he's not worth it."
"What's the deal with him?" Dylan interjects, pushing his hair out of his face. "Why don't you like him."
"We just don't," I answer for the both of us. "He's a cock sucking waste of space and Mia is too good for him, I know he's fucking around as well." Elliot's head flies around to face me.
"Have your guys seen him?" I've had security discreetly tailing him ever since I saw him at the Garden Party. Mia would flip out if she knew, I even think she would go as far as blanking me but I don't care, I don't trust the bastard and I'll be damned if he hurts my baby sister.
"No. He spends near enough every night at the bar across the street from his condo so that tells me he drinks a lot, Miller told me that he drinks alone though, no women."
"Why do you think he's cheating on her then?" Dylan asks me.
"I just do. He's always fucking looking at Ana and I don't like it." I don't like any man looking at my woman but when it's my sister's boyfriend - if you can call him that - I see fucking red. Not only is he treating Mia with disrespect he's treating me with disrespect by eye fucking my girlfriend. Not a wise move.
"Fucker looks at Kate too. I caught him watching her earlier and it was all I could do not to rip his throat out, he wasn't even discreet about it."
"Why is Mia even dating him? He sounds like the biggest fucking douche going." Dylan tips his beer bottle towards Mia who has now joined Ana and Kate on the far side of the deck. Ana waves her hand at them and shakes her head as she grips the railing, stepping onto the foot of the ladder and gracefully makes her way down it. Thank fuck she didn't dive off the edge, that would have given me a heart attack.
"Because she's stubborn and argumentative. The minute we tell her not to do something she does it and she's twice as brazen about it. Hence why she's been flaunting that fuck head in our faces every opportunity she gets, she likes to piss us off."
"I get that but would you make an effort with anyone she brings home?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, Christian. You're not exactly warm and cuddly are you. It took you long enough to warm up to me."
"That's because you were a cocky fuck, and anyway that isn't relevant. You aren't dating my sister are you."
"So if she bagged a lawyer or a suit, a CEO even, you would accept him and give them your blessing?"
"If he wasn't a jackass then yes." I say with very little conviction. Dylan laughs and shakes his head, fucker knows I wouldn't accept anyone without chasing a background check first.
"Why don't I believe that?"
"We're just protective over her," Elliot pipes up. "Always have been and always will be."
"Wait until you have a daughter, then you'll be fucking protective." I freeze as the words leave his mouth. Images of Ana beautiful and pregnant dance through my mind, watching her play with a blue eyed, brown haired angel who looks exactly like her mother.
"Fuck I can't even imagine having a daughter. I would be her worse nightmare."
"That you would."
"You're lucky you're having a boy, at least you can teach him how to piss standing up and how to snag women. What could you do with a girl?" Elliot screws his nose up and scrubs a hand over his face. I try to articulate a coherent sentence but nothing comes out because I'm still picturing Ana pregnant. I need to distract myself and fast, I promised Ana I would drop this and that's what I fully intend to do. I won't make the same mistake again. Shaking my head, I rid myself of my wayward thoughts and slap my thighs before standing up.
"Who wants another beer?"
"Christian you have to come see this." A wet Mia bounces towards me. I growl when she leans over me and wipes her face with a towel, drops of water hitting my chest as she does so.
"What, Mia? What the fuck do you want?"
"Quickly, you'll miss it!" I roll my eyes and pull myself up, following my pain in the ass sister across the deck.
"What exactly am I supposed to be looking at here?" Once we reach the railings, Mia points to the left and grins. My eyes follow her finger and when I spot what she's pointing at my heart stops beating. No more than twenty feet away, Ana is in the water and playing with an excited Bethany. She's holding her underneath her arms and picking her up, only to drop her again and catch her before she sinks under water.
"How adorable is that? We were just about to get out and head inside when Aunt Addy shouted for us, apparently Bethy had seen us swimming and demanded that she join us. Ana took her straight away and I've never seen a kid smile so much in my life." I'm listening to Mia but I can't look away from the scene in front of me. Bethany is wearing water wings and there's an infant rubber ring around her waist, her hair is a wet mass of blonde curls and her face is brighter than I've ever seen it. Ana continues to toss her into the air before twisting around and turning Bethany on her front, holding her stomach and letting her kick her little legs out. She's teaching her how to swim. Fuck, I don't think I can handle watching this.
"Has she met Ana before?"
"What?"
"Bethany? Had she and Ana met before today?" I shake my head and mutter the word 'no.' Too wrapped up in watching my girl. "They've bonded so well." Again, all I do is nod my head. Mia says something else but I can't make out what, I see her walking away in my peripheral and not even two minutes after she heads inside, my cousin Jake approaches me. Resting his forearms on the railing in front of us and leaning forward.
"There she is. I told Lou that she wouldn't be far away, she's about ready to have a damn seizure."
"Hmm?"
"Bethy needed the bathroom so Mom took her inside, Lou flipped out when she came back without her."
"Mia said they got a little distracted."
"Looks like it." Jake nods his head. "I'll give it you, Christian. You've found a gem in Ana." He strains his neck and focuses on the water below us, watching my girlfriend playing with his daughter. "Bethy hasn't stopped talking about Princess Anastasia all day, she's pretty in love with her."
"I think the feeling is mutual." Ana laughs and says something to Bethany that I can't quite make out, they're too far away for me to here. "She's good with her isn't she?" I ask because I want to hear it, I want Jake to tell me what a good Mom Ana will be one day and I want him to sing her praises, I need to know it's not just me that thinks this.
"She's a natural. Has she got kids?" I frown and shake my head, I wanted him to agree with me, not ask me if she has a family with another fucking man. "Does she want kids?"
"One day. She's only twenty three, she thinks she's too young."
"She's older than I was when we had Bethy. Fuck I'm twenty two now and I already have a five year old." Jake's fiancée Lou fell pregnant with Bethany when he was seventeen years old. They were two stupid kids in high school who made a mistake, they lost their virginity to each other one night in the back of my Uncle George's mustang and that was all it took. Neither one of them even thought about wrapping it up and by the time they did, it was already too late. They were young and scared, Lou was forced to drop out of school and Jake scraped through by the skin of his teeth. They weren't ready for a baby, they were far from it in fact but they did it. "I wouldn't change having that little girl for the world, it was tough but she's everything to me. She's everything to both of us."
"But if you had the choice, you wouldn't have had a baby so young." He turns to look at me and I instantly regret saying that, I've basically just told him having his daughter was a fucking mistake. "I didn't mean…Fuck, Jake that wasn't what I meant -"
"It's okay, I know what you meant and you're right. We were fucking kids, Lou's life was over before it begun and I was an out of control dickhead. I almost lost her more than once but when Bethy was born, I got my act together and I was there for my family. Do I wish Lou had more of a life? Of course I do, when she was exhausted and emotional because the baby wouldn't settle I hated myself for ruining her life. But when I watch them, all of that shit fades away into nothing because the love my two girls have for each other," A small smile creeps onto his face. "It's incredible."
Watching Ana and Bethany in the water, I agree with him whole heartedly. Is this what she would be like with our own child? Would she be this happy and jubilant? Would she look at them the way she's looking at Bethany right now?
"She'll be ready when she's ready. It's different for all of us."
"I guess so. I've told her I'm okay with waiting anyway, I'll wait as long as she needs." He nods his head and points his chin towards our girls.
"She'll be ready to crash in twenty minutes, the water always makes her sleepy. Can you bring her to us when she starts rubbing her eyes?" All I can do is nod and offer him a small smile. Before I even realise what I'm doing, I find myself stepping up onto the ledge and diving into the water, I resurface near Ana and Bethany but not close enough to startle them.
I push my wet hair out of my face and slowly wade towards them, we're coasting along Bainbridge Island and the water is deep but not too deep. I don't think Bethany would like it down here if it was. Ana must sense me watching her because she turns and looks over her shoulder, grinning when she sees me behind her.
"Look who's come to swim with us, Bethany?" The little girl in her arms points her head in every direction until her eyes land on me and she once again tucks her face into the crook of her shoulder, it seems like she's shy around everyone except Ana.
"Cwistian."
"What are you two doing?" I kiss Ana's cheek once I reach them, tucking a strand of her wet hair behind her ear without thinking twice.
"She wanted to play, I told your Aunt I wouldn't trust myself with her unless she was wearing water wings." She doesn't give herself enough credit. I've been watching her for the past ten minutes and she has been holding onto her like her life depended on it, she wouldn't let anything happen to her even with her water wings off.
"Look, Cwistian!" She squirms in Ana's hold and I wonder what the fuck she's doing until Ana flips her over and holds her the way she was when I was upstairs watching them. Bethany kicks her little legs out and drags her arms through the water, a big toothy grin on her face when she moves towards me. She looks so pleased with herself, and despite the fact that Ana's holding her upright she clearly thinks she's managed to swim solo. It's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.
"That's fantastic. Did Ana teach you that?" She nods her little head and kicks her legs, letting Ana know she wants up. I think my stomach drops to the bottom of the ocean when she wraps her arms around Ana's neck and lays her head on her shoulder.
"I think she's getting tired." Sure enough, she rubs her eye with her closed fist and yawns loud and big.
"Jake said she would be soon, shall we take her back?" Ana hands me a wet and slippery five year old, telling me that she doesn't dare climb the stairs while holding her. She's so fucking small, are all five year olds this dainty? She yawns again and wraps her podgy little arms around my neck while I move back towards the boat, it's no easy task whilst holding an infant but I manage it without drowning her.
Ana pushes herself up the ladder and gathers her hair in one hand, squeezing out the excess water before bending and reaching for Bethany, wrapping her in a towel as soon as she's on dry land. All I can do is watch in awe as she dries this little girl with a towel that dwarfs her, she rubs her scalp with the cloth and fluffs her curls back to normal. She's so gentle with her, I wouldn't even think to do half that shit, I would just toss the towel at the kid and expect her to dry herself. Fuck, do I have a lot to learn.
"I'll take her back, and then I thought we could bring the cake out."
"There's a cake?" Ana grins and tilts her head to the side.
"Did you really think I'd forget about a cake. You have no faith in me, Grey." She couldn't be more wrong. Because as I watch her walk away, clinging onto Bethany like she's the most precious thing on the face of the earth, I realise I have more faith in her then I could have ever imagined. This is the woman that will one day birth my children, mine. It might be a few years but for the first time ever I'm okay with that. Seeing her nurture Bethany the way she has today, watching them bond has made me see that she does want what I want, she's a fucking natural with kids and one day - one day, she'll be ready.
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