Chapter 53

Babymoon

6th December

We have our appointment with Ian this morning for more blood tests and scans to see if we can say Christian is in remission, again Ian tells us everything looks good but we have to wait for the lab to do its thing and as arranged he will e-mail Christian as soon as the results are in or call to make an appointment to see us if he feels the need or if Christian wants to talk through anything he can make an appointment any time we both shake Ian's hand and I say "no offence Ian but I really do hope this is goodbye" he laughs and says "none taken Mrs Grey"

We leave Ian's office, and I expected Christian to drop me home before going to the office but no we are heading south away from the city centre, I look at Christian he lifts my hand to his lips kissing the palm saying "shh you will find out soon enough"

We are soon pulling into our bay at Boeing Field and once on board Christian picks up the intercom saying "how long till take off Stephen?" Stephen's disembowelled voice comes back "seven minuets sir"

I ask "where are we going?" only to be hear "not telling" I giggle at him "ok how long because I can't fly after 27 weeks"

Christian - "I know, I have checked with Dr Smithson and we would have to be back for next Friday, we are having a babymoon" I laugh and say "a babymoon? Mr Grey, you made that up"

Christian - "Oh no Mrs Grey it's an official term for a holiday you take before a baby is born"

Ana – "but Christian we move in to the new house on Tuesday, we don't have time for a babymoon or whatever it's called"

Christian – "calm down baby, we are not going for as long as I would have liked but with everything that's gone on the last little while, I just want us to have a couple of day's just the two of us, before the move and Christmas"

Ana – "OK, darling, actually that would be nice, I take it you have left your blackberry behind?" that comment just earned me raised eyebrows, before Christian tells me "we have about a six hour flight in front of us and so once we are at cruising altitude you may wish to have a nap" I think I will actually as the miracles have been making sleeping difficult lately

After a lovely nap with my gorgeous husband, Sophie our cabin crew served our meal which was a beautiful melon salad to start followed by smoked salmon and then it's time to get strapped in for landing and for me to find out where we are.

We disembark from the plane and wherever we are, its nice and warm so somewhere south I think to myself, we are quickly rushed through customs and into a waiting car and I see a signpost 'Welcome to Los Cabos' ohh Mexico I think to myself and less than an hour later we are pulling up at a magnificent private villa complete with over 1 mile of private beach. It is rather large for just the two of us with seven bedrooms but Christian wanted the privacy it afforded and it is just the two of us, no staff of our own, just a girl that comes in for an hour a day, my god we are never this private or alone.

We drop our bags and wander down to the pool area and even though it is late afternoon it's still warm and sunny and we arrange ourselves on a double lounger his hands wrapped round my bump kissing my neck, as we lie and enjoy the sun.

Christian mentions a charity he would like me to look at with a view to being a patron, he tells me it's a cancer support charity, they give both emotional and financial support, I think we both feel a bit guilty/lucky I'm not sure really, but the fact is because of who he is, he could instantly access the top man to personally oversee his care and maybe the outcome would have been the same but having that access was very reassuring, not everyone is a lucky as us, Christian could take time from work without worrying about paying the bills, not everyone can and we both feel that has to impact on their recovery, he has already made a large private donation but feels if I was a patron they would be much more visible and more likely to attract sponsorship.

I assure him I will ring the person in charge as soon as we get back and set a meeting up to see where I can help them, we continue to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine before Christian helps me from the lounger to go inside for our meal, he has arranged for a local restaurant to deliver our meal to us this evening.

It is beautiful we start with Ceviche de mar followed by Camarones al mojo de ajo and I am reminded of our first holiday in Mexico and then I wonder how Asia is, I know I only saw her four days ago and she was fine, and she sounded fine on the phone earlier, but I do miss her.

After our beautiful meal we decide to have a long luxurious bubble bath where my husband washes every square inch of me paying particular attention to my breasts and my sex before brining me to orgasm in the bath then carrying me to bed where I enjoyed quite a few more.

Saturday morning and I awake wrapped in my Christian flag, will this ever get old? I think to myself, no, never and I am hit by the thought we missed almost twenty years of this. And for the first time in a while I allow self pity to overwhelm me because of the time we have missed together.

After our breakfast which we ate on the terrace overlooking the sea holding hands and playfully feeding each other, I decide to go and put a swimsuit on and walk down to the waters edge and dabble my feet, I start to go through my clothes and shout "Christian I can't find a one-piece, only bikini's did you not tell Gail what to pack" as I silently fume 'surely she knew I would not be wearing bikini's for god sakes I'm almost six months pregnant' "yes" he say's "only bikini's" he smirks "I like to see your body" "yes, but you don't like anyone else to see it" I retort, he pulls me into his arms saying "we are at a private villa with a mile long beach, no one, but I will get to see you" "OK" I tell him, pulling one of my bikini's on, and a hat to protect me from the sun.

We wander to the waters edge hand in hand exchanging little kisses as we go, we have a lovely morning playing in the water and he strokes my bump talking to the miracles before I say "lunch and a nap I think Mr Grey" while looking at him through my eyelashes, he dips in and gives me a kiss that holds so much promise.

I awake refreshed, relaxed and happy, in my husband's arms, the rest of the week-end continues in this vein and by Sunday afternoon while packing I think to myself I know why it's called a babymoon, it really has been like a second honeymoon, we are both feeling relaxed and refreshed and reconnected with each other, ready for the move on Tuesday.

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Christian gently wakes me saying "we are about to descend for landing, you need to get strapped in sweetheart" I stretch and get out of bed making my way to the cabin to take my seat for the landing.