We're just finishing out our day, and I'm putting the kids to bed after their baths. When I lay down Phoebe, I hear something downstairs and I get nervous and I close the door to Phoebe's room quietly and tip toe down the hall. I grab a bat from the hallway and I creep to the stairs and slowly make my way downstairs and I hear voices. As I descend the stairs a little further, I'm surprised and elated whenever I hear my husband's voice. I rush down the stairs and see him looking as handsome as ever in his blue jeans, plaid button up shirt, boots and cowboy hat that makes him even sexier.
I think I'm in shock so I drop the bat and just stare at him for a little bit until he finally sees me and he grins at me. "Howdy, wife." I take off running into his outstretched arms and wrap my arms around his neck. He spins me around and crashes his lips into mine. "Fuck, I've missed you!" he exclaims. I have happy tears running down my cheeks at this point.
"I've missed you, too, Mr. Miller." He chuckles.
"It's going to take a minute to get used to being called that."
I smile. "So what's your first name? They never told me."
"Leo. My name is Leo Miller and I'm pleased to meet my wife, Mrs. Melissa Miller for the first time in over 2 months. Where's the kids?"
"I just put them down for the night."
He kisses me again and then he lets me down. "Let's have a beer together and talk, wife."
"I'd like that, husband." He takes my hand and guides me to the couch.
"Be right back, darling'" he says with a sexy country accent. If I didn't know better, I'd think that he's done this before. He kisses me sweetly and walks off to the kitchen. This is when I finally notice Taylor, Sawyer and Gail all dressed in their country gear. I jump up and hug them all.
"What's your names?"
Sawyer speaks first and takes off his cowboy hat and bows. "I'm John Heathman, Mrs. Miller."
"Nice to meet you, John."
He smiles and nods and Taylor is next to speak. "I'm Frank Johnson."
"Nice to meet you, Frank." I say and he nods as well. I look to Gail because she's the only one left.
"I'm Sylvia Johnson and I will be your babysitter and assist with cooking and cleaning." I smile. Good. She is great with the kids. This makes me very happy.
"Nice to meet you, Sylvia. I'm very happy that YOU will be our babysitter. What are you guys going to be?" I ask looking between Taylor and Sawyer.
"We will be farmhands." Taylor, aka Frank, says. I can't imagine that, but it will be fun to watch. We're going to the guest house to get settled in ourselves and then we will see y'all later." He adds, apparently practicing his country language. I giggle. It's strange hearing Taylor speaking so informally.
"Goodnight then, lady and gentlemen." They all nod and leave just as Christian approaches me and wraps his arm around my waist. He guides me back to the couch and we sit. He hands me a beer and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close and I wrap my arms around him as tight as I can as well.
"We should drink our beer, baby." I nod and get up and kiss him sweetly and pick my beer back up off the table, where I sat it just before I hugged my husband.
We drink our beer and talk about our time apart and laugh and cry together. Whenever our beer bottles are empty, he goes and gets us more. Finally, he asks me, "Can I take you to bed now, Mrs. Miller?" I smile at him and set my beer bottle down and do the same with his. I climb onto his lap and sit astride him and take off his hat and throw it onto the nearby chair.
My lips crash into his and I can already feel his prominent erection beneath me. I pull back. "Please, Mr. Miller. Please take me to bed." He grins and his lips crash back into mine. He holds me tighter with his strong arms and he stands up while holding me. I grip his waist tightly between my thighs. He stops momentarily.
"Where's the bedroom, Mrs. Miller?" I giggle. I point to the downstairs hallway.
"Right down there. Last room on the left."
He grins again and his lips crash into mine and he carries me into the bedroom. He finally sets me down at the foot of the bed and he goes back and closes the door and locks it. I'm finally about to have my husband again. I have missed him too much.
I quickly take off my dress before he returns to me, leaving me in only my panties whenever he turns back around to me. He growls as he approaches me. "Fuck. I've missed this body." He says as he starts stripping himself. I help him as soon as he gets to me and it doesn't take long before he is standing before me, completely naked. He quickly picks me up off the ground and lays me down on the bed. His lips crash into mine and he kisses me passionately before he starts to lay kisses down my neck and body, paying special attention to my breasts. He has a nipple between his teeth, lightly flicking with his tongue and he takes the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stimulating it as well and I quickly feel an orgasm coming on and my body tenses. He doesn't let up and my first orgasm in over 2 months rips through me and it is extraordinary. I feel him smile against my skin and increase pressure during my orgasm and once it passes, he slides his hand into my panties and manipulates my clit before sliding a finger into my core and then another. He strokes the front wall of my vagina and his thumb is rubbing my clit in a circular motion. He brings his lips back to my own and kisses me sensually until my body tenses again.
"Come, baby." He whispers against my lips and my next orgasm washes over my body and he doesn't stop his actions, but deepens the kiss. Once this orgasm ends, he whispers, "Good girl." He kisses me one more time before he begins kissing a trail down my body again. I tense up at first whenever he kisses my scars, but I relax quickly. My scars are a part of me and they tell my story. They are beautiful. As he kisses the last scar, he hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and begins sliding them down my body. He kisses my core just before he finishes his trail down my legs.
Once my panties are off, he kisses his way back up my legs and stops at my core. He opens my outer folds and gives it a long, satisfying lick. "Mmm, I have always loved the way you taste." He says and he continues to lay a trail of kisses back up my body. Once he gets to my mouth, he kisses me sensually. He pulls back a little. "This is going to be quick because it has been so long and I desire you greatly, but I want to make love to you and I want to make you come as often as possible before I cannot take it anymore." I nod.
"Okay." I say with a smile and his lips crash into mine and he lines himself up to my core and slowly slides into me. As soon as he fills me completely, my body immediately comes hard. He smiles against my lips and continues to stroke me slowly and gently from the inside. Fuck. I've missed this connection with my husband.
He continues his delicious strokes and kissing me sensually and I combust 3 more times before he finally says, "Come with me, baby." My body immediately tenses and as soon as I feel the first pulsation of his cock and hear his pleasurable grunt, my body begins to convulse in a blissful orgasm. "Look into my eyes, baby." He says as our orgasms are still going and we look into each other's eyes as our phenomenal orgasms coincide with one another.
As soon as the final pulses of my orgasm ends, he kisses me sweetly and after another few strokes, he stops and collapses onto me with his face at the base of my neck. "I never want to go without you that long again, Ana."
"Mmm, me neither, baby. I've missed you so much." This is when I realize that there's tears running down my cheeks. He lifts his head and looks up at me and he softly places his hands on my cheeks wiping away my tears with his thumbs.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asks, concerned.
"I'm much better than okay, baby. I'm just so happy to have you back and to get this connection back with you. I love you, Christian Grey. Or, as it is now, Leo Miller."
He smiles at me and kisses my nose softly. "I love you, too, Melissa Miller." I smile back and he kisses me sweetly again as he pulls out, leaving my body missing his already. He lays beside me and pulls me up against his chest with his arms wrapped around me tightly and he kisses the top of my head. I wrap my arms around him the best that I can from this position as well. "I'm hungry wife. I haven't eaten since the jet and I need some sustenance for more stamina because I am FAR from done with you tonight, baby." I smile.
"I will make you something, baby." He pulls back and kisses me sweetly.
"Let me just hold you a few minutes before we get up." I nod and he goes back to holding me tight.
After a few minutes, we get up and put on our robes and I take his hand and walk him to the kitchen. He sits and talks with me and I cook him up some mac and cheese. He absolutely loves to eat that. The kids seem to love it as well. Being around them all, I've grown to love it myself.
After I feed him, we go back to the living room and have a few more bottles of beer before he takes his time and loves me for a very long time. It is a phenomenal night and an unforgettable reunion. Afterwards, we fall asleep in each other's arms.
We wake up in the morning to Liam jumping onto the bed screaming, "DADDY IS HOME!!" and he climbs on him and kisses him and wraps his arms around his Daddy. "Don't ever leave us that long again, Daddy."
Christian wraps his arms around Liam as well. "Never, son. Where's your sister?"
"She just woke up. I heard her talking in her room."
"Let us get up then and we will get dressed and get your sister out of bed and we can have a family day together out here."
"YAY!" Liam exclaims and he jumps back off the bed and takes off running upstairs, probably to try to take his sister out of her crib. We hurry and get dressed and we go up and get Phoebe and she is ecstatic to see her Daddy again. He holds her tight and tells her and Liam both how much he missed them.
"I'm going down to start breakfast. I will see you all down there."
Christian nods and Liam says, "See you there, Mommy." I smile and go downstairs and do just that.
Over the following week, we just spent time together, trying to adjust to our new and hopefully temporary lives. Today, Gail is keeping the kids and Christian and I are going in to town to find out when we can start our new jobs.
We found out recently that the horses are ours to use so Sawyer has agreed to teach Liam to ride. Apparently, Sawyer grew up on a farm himself. Liam is excited to get to learn to ride. He will be starting his new, temporary school next week. He's excited but says that he misses his friends. I understand that. Apparently, the classes in this school are very small. I am nervous about him starting in a new town, but I know he will do great as long as he doesn't tell everyone that his last name is Grey and that we're from Seattle. He really wants a pony in Seattle so I think he will keep our secret.
After kissing and hugging our children, Christian helps me into the Ford Bronco and he drives us into town, holding my hand across the center console the whole way. Whenever we arrive at the pub, Christian helps me out and holds my hand as we walk in. The windows are blacked out and the lighting is dim. There's a pool table and what I'm guessing is a dancefloor in the back. In front is the bar and some tables set up. It looks like a pretty nice bar, considering. We find a couple of patrons sitting at the bar and there's an older man behind the bar.
Christian walks us up to the bar. "Excuse me, sir?" he says to the man behind the bar.
He approaches us with a glass and small dish towel in his hand that he is drying the glass with. "How can I help you folks?" the man asks.
"My name is Leo Miller and this is my wife, Melissa. We were told to come and see you about some work."
"OH, yes. I'm Jeff. This is my place. Danielle called the other day and told me about you two. We have the position of bartender open for the little lady and we'd like you to be a bouncer. How does that work out for y'all?"
"That works out just fine and dandy. When do we start?" Christian asks. I love his 'country' accent.
"Well, if you give me your clothing sizes, I can have you both in a uniform in by tomorrow and you can both start at 4 pm." The man looks right at me. "Have you ever worked at a bar before, Mrs. Miller?"
I shake my head. "No, sir. I'm a fast learner though."
He smiles. "I like to hear that. Call me Jeff, though. Sir is reserved for the older folk around here. I will help to train you and it shouldn't take you long to get the hang of it."
I smile and nod back. I inwardly giggle about him saying that sir is for older people, though, considering how I call Christian sir whenever we play.
Christian shakes his hand. "We will see you tomorrow then." I write down mine and Christian's sizes and give it to Jeff.
"We look forward to it."
We both nod and we turn around and Christian walks me out with his hand on my lower back. Once we are in the car, he says, "I have a feeling this will be a struggle for me. Those guys are going to be trying to hit on my beautiful wife all of the time and I can't go around punching them all. I think we can make this work, though, since we will both be there together." I take his hand over the center console.
"I agree. We will be okay as long as we're together."
He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it sweetly. The rest of the ride home, we just talk and once we arrive, we go back to spend more time with the kids.
Whenever the kids are down for the night, I come back downstairs, expecting to get ready to go to bed, but I find Christian talking to Gail. "What's going on?" I ask.
He turns around to face me and smiles. "Gail here is going to stay here and keep an eye on the kids and I have a little surprise for you." I smile, but I'm curious what kind of surprise he could possibly have all the way out here in the middle of nowhere.
"Okay. Is there a dress code for this?"
He smiles. Just put on some loose shorts and a tank top or something. We're not going far."
I nod and go into the room and change into what he told me to wear. He comes in a little later and kisses me sweetly. "I'm going to get changed as well and I will meet you out there."
"Okay, Mr. Miller." I smile. We have to keep practicing calling each other by our Leopold names so we don't accidentally slip up when we're around other people.
He kisses me sweetly again and I head back out into the living room and talk to Gail for a little bit until Christian comes back out in a pair of jogger shorts and a tank top himself. Fuck, he is a sexy man and I am so lucky that he is mine.
"We're going to head out now, Gail. Do you have everything under control here?" Christian asks.
"Yes, sir. I've got everything covered."
He nods and I hug Gail. "Thank you."
"It's not a problem at all. Go have fun."
I nod and Christian offers his hand and I take it and he leads me out back, through the field to a barn. He wasn't lying about not going far, but why are we going to a barn?
Once inside, we come to a ladder. He stops us in front of it. He smiles mischievously. "Ladies first." He says and signals me to climb the ladder. I'm still confused about what's going on, but he is excited about it so he helps me onto the ladder and I climb up. As soon as I'm at the top, he comes up as well. Once he is at the top, he stands up and he takes my hand again and he leads me across the loft where I notice candles lit and there's a bed made out of blankets and pillows and there's a single rose laying on it.
"Christian! I love it!" I exclaim and he smiles at me and he grabs me around the waist and pulls me flush up against his body and his lips crash into mine.
He pulls back from the kiss momentarily. "I wanted to get you out of the house tonight because the walls are so thin, the kids are more likely to hear us being intimate. That's why we've only made love since we've been here. You tend to scream a lot whenever I'm fucking you. So… I think it's time for me to fuck my wife and you can be as loud as you want." I smile.
"You think of everything, Mr. Miller."
His lips crash back into mine and he kisses me with a hunger like he is going to devour me and I'm sure he will shortly. He helps me out of my clothes while kissing me intermittently. I help him out of his clothes as well. Once we are naked, he wraps his arms back around me and his lips crash back into mine. He picks me up in his strong arms and he lays me down on the homemade bed.
I have a feeling I'm about to like this very much. He towers over me and picks up the rose and lays it to the side. He kisses me again, feverishly. "I want you to get on your hands and knees, Mrs. Miller." He whispers against my lips. I nod and he sits back and I get up and kiss him sweetly before turning around and getting onto my hands and knees.
Once I'm on my knees, he kisses my tattoo again. It's such a simple but intimate gesture. I adore it.
He smacks my ass with his hand and I yelp because I wasn't expecting it since he hasn't spanked me in so long. He chuckles. "Do you think you can handle me, baby?" He asks.
"I can handle you, husband." Next thing I know, he thrusts his full length into me at once. He stills for only a moment and he begins to stroke me hard and fast, intermittently smacking my ass. This is so thrilling. "Come as often as you want, Ana. I want my wife so pleased by the end of the night that it's hard for her to walk in the morning." Wow! He is really going to give it to me good.
"Yes, sir." He immediately begins thrusting with more urgency and his cock is repeatedly hitting my sweet spot and the next thing I know, my first orgasm of the night overtakes me and I come hard around his talented cock.
"Good girl." He says and he continues to stroke me from the inside, hard and fast, and I keep having more orgasms. They seem to be coming one right after the other. It's been too long since I've been fucked like this. I just now realize how much I've missed it. This man keeps me thoroughly pleased with his lovemaking, but the thrill of fucking, and in a barn loft, is amazing.
Eventually, he pulls out, leaving me slightly disappointed, and tells me to turn over onto my back. He helps me to get into the position that he wants me again and he towers over me and his lips crash into mine and he kisses me feverishly and I eagerly reciprocate. He pulls back. "I want you to look into my eyes so that I can watch my wife come as I fuck her brains out." He says to me. This excites me even more.
"Yes, husband." I say as I look directly into his eyes. He immediately thrusts his full length into me again and he starts his hard and fast thrusts again. I keep my eyes on his as he brings me to multiple orgasms as he keeps occasionally talking dirty to me in his sexy, sultry voice.
Eventually, he commands me, "Come with me, baby." And my body immediately responds to his command and trembles with a mind blowing orgasm and I begin to feel him releasing his seed into me simultaneously. Our eyes never break contact and I'm pretty sure that neighbors miles away probably heard me scream, but in this moment, I don't give a fuck. Once our orgasms end, he slows his thrusting to a stop and then collapses on me. "Did you like that, baby?" he asks.
"I loved that, husband! I want more of that." I exclaim. He chuckles.
"Then it is more you shall have. Let me get the bottle of wine over there first, though and let's drink a glass before we start round 2." I smile and nod. He holds me for a little bit longer and once our breathing is under control, he kisses me sweetly as he pulls out and he gets up and goes to get a bucket from a small desk looking thing up against the wall. He also picks up 2 wine glasses. He comes back to me and sets them on the ground next to our pallet. He opens the wine and I grab the wine glasses and hold them as he pours us some wine.
We sit and drink a glass of wine before my lips crash into his because I'm feeling very impatient about waiting for more fucking with this marvelous man. He sets our wine glasses to the sides and carefully lays me back on the pallet again and he teases me mercilessly, using the rose. He alternated between rubbing the rose petals on my body and running the thorns lightly over my body and it was amazing. He fucked me even better than the first time and it's absolutely phenomenal.
We get all the way through round 4 before he carries me back to the house and places me in bed and gets in himself and cuddles with me. "Good night, wife. I love you." He whispers to me.
"Good night, husband. I love you as well. Thank you for tonight. I needed that."
He smiles. "I'll do anything to make my wife even the slightest bit happier and it seems to have worked. Get some sleep now. We have to start work tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay." Is the last thing I say before drifting off to sleep, safe and sated, in the arms of my superb husband.
When we wake up a couple of hours later than usual, we spend the day with the kids until it is time to head to work. We kiss and hug our children and leave them with Gail, who stayed the night in our spare room with Taylor last night and got up with the kids so that we could sleep in this morning.
Whenever we arrive at work, Christian helps me out as usual. "Such a gentleman." We hear from a passing woman. She keeps going. I giggle.
He takes me inside and we meet Jeff at the bar. "Come on around. I'll get you your uniforms and we can get you both started."
We nod and go around the bar and he takes us into the back. He hands me and Christian both a bag. "There's a couple of dressing rooms there. Get yourselves ready and come back out front."
"Okay. Thank you, Jeff." Christian tells him.
Jeff nods and walks away. Christian pulls a black t-shirt out of his bag and holds it up. It says 'security' on the back in bold yellow letters. "I wonder if I'm supposed to wear pants with this?" he asks sarcastically. I laugh and he laughs with me.
"Put it on, baby." I tell him and I take him into a dressing room, still holding my own bag. I help him out of his shirt and kiss his muscular chest before helping him into it. He kisses me sweetly.
"I'm going out front to wait for you. If I see you naked right now, I'll be tempted to fuck you right here. Get dressed and I will see you out there."
I smile. "I'll see you out there, Mr. Miller." He turns and leaves the room and I lock the door back up. I open my bag and I pull out the contents. I'm shocked by what I find. There's a pair of cut-off short blue jean shorts and a short black t-shirt. There's cute boots with it. I don't think Christian will be too happy about this outfit. I decide to go ahead and put it on and I look like a hooker. A cute hooker, but a hooker nonetheless. The shirt is cut off just below my breasts. My latest surgical scar is showing. It's not nearly as obvious as it was before, but I hate for anyone other than my husband to see it. I guess I will have to suck it up, though. This is my temporary life.
I muster up some courage and I walk back out into the front. The whole bar gets silent as I emerge and I immediately look to my husband. I can tell from his expression that he likes the outfit, but he does NOT like that I have to wear it in front of other people. He is, or was, talking to Jeff.
Finally, bar activities continue and I stand there waiting for Jeff to get done talking to Christian and come teach me how to be a bartender. Throughout the night, Jeff teaches me how to make several drinks. I only made a mess a few times. I can feel Christian staring at me the whole time. I glance over at him a few times and smile at him. The bar gets busier as the night goes on. Christian and I have a small lunch that we packed at home together and he expresses how much he loves the outfit, but that he is concerned that all of the men coming in will be making moves on me. I reassured him that I can hold my own and that regardless of men trying to come on me, I will never want ANY of them other than him and I will shut them down and let him know if I need his help putting a stop to the situation if it goes too far.
This reassured him but I could tell that he still wasn't happy about it. After lunch, he goes back to his station and Jeff continues to teach me the ropes until the bar closes and it is time to go home. He tells me that I'm free to take the provocative outfit home so that I can wash it whenever necessary.
Christian and I head home and he holds my hand the whole way, but remains silent. I can tell that something is stills bothering him, but I choose to maintain my silence until we get home. We will discuss this whenever we get there.
Whenever we get home, he helps me out of the car and after closing the car door, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass, causing me to yelp. He carries me to the porch and sets me down and his lips immediately crash into mine and he kisses me ferociously. He finally pulls back. "I want you to go into the bedroom and strip and wait for me. I will be in there shortly."
I smile. I wonder what's about to happen? "Yes, sir."
He smirks and smacks my ass as I open the screen door and walk inside the house. I rush into the bedroom after setting my purse on a table near the door. Once inside, I strip as he asked and lay my clothes up on the dresser. I lay down on the bed and pose as seductively as possible.
After a few more minutes, he comes in and closes and locks the door behind him. He turns around and saunters towards me stripping along the way. I watch as the ripples of his body move with him and it turns me on even more. I like what I see and I love that it is all mine.
Whenever he gets to the side of the bed, his erection is standing tall and he offers me his hand. I take it and he helps me back up. As soon as I'm standing before him, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush up against his firm body and his lips crash into mine and he kisses me with more urgency than ever before.
He begins to walk me backwards towards the wall with his lips still firmly attached to my own. He pushes my body up against the wall rougher than usual, but not too rough and I love it. He grabs my ass and lifts my feet off the ground and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He has me pressed firmly between him and the wall.
He just barely pulls back and he says, "You're mine."
I smile. "I am yours." His lips crash back into mine and within moments he thrusts his full length into my core. I gasp and cry out, but his mouth catches my cries. He stills momentarily.
"Shh, quiet, baby." He tells me and I nod. His lips crash back into mine and he begins to thrust relentlessly. "You're mine and no one else will ever have you because I want you to myself forever."
"Good, because I never want anyone other than you for the rest of my life." I say back and he smiles and crashes his lips back into mine and I can feel my orgasm quickly approaching. He continues to pound into me.
"Come with me, baby." And my body immediately responds to his command and his lips crash back into mine to catch my cries and my orgasm crashes over me and I feel his manhood pulsate inside of me as we share an outstanding orgasm. It's one of the best yet. My body loves to be dominated by this handsome man.
Once our orgasm ends, he slows his thrusts to a stop and he buries his face in the nape of my neck. "I can't lose you, Ana."
"Christian, you will NEVER lose me for as long as I'm alive. I swear that to you." After we stay in this position for a few more minutes, he picks me up off of the wall and carries me to the bed, still inside me. He lays us down and he begins to kiss me again and before I know it, I feel his erection spring back to my life and he fucks me hard again, helping me to muffle my passionate cries. It is spectacular.
After we calm down from our second round, he requests that we go and eat something and drink a little wine together before getting some sleep. We get up and put on our robes and he takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I make us something quick to eat and after we eat, we go to the couch and have a couple of glasses of wine and we drink as he voices his concerns to me and I do everything that I possibly can to reassure him that I am his and I will never be with another man for as long as we're alive.
He finally fully relaxes as he starts to believe me. I crawl onto him and sit astride him and kiss him feverishly and I beg him to take me back to bed so I can worship his body and show him my dedication to him and him alone. He obliged and we had a thoroughly pleasurable sexual experience and then he holds me tight as we drift off to sleep in each other's arms.
It's been 6 months since we've been relocated to the middle of nowhere, Ohio and started our jobs. It has been a somewhat complicated 6 months. Our children love the place and Liam made more new friends as he did in Seattle. Sawyer taught Liam to ride a horse, but he stays beside him while he rides so he can catch him if he happens to fall. Liam absolutely loves it.
Our jobs at the bar have been complicated, to say the least. Christian still hates the clothes that I have to wear while working there. Over the months, there's been at least a few occasions where a man has inappropriately touched me and even with me screaming at them, they still attempted to touch me again and Christian quickly intervened each time, thankfully. The rest of the time, I've been able to thwart other men's attempts to come on to me. A few times I've caught women throwing themselves at my husband, but he gently pushes them away, pointing out that he is happily married and they finally leave him alone. That always causes the green-eyed monster in me to come out, but I control it.
Christian is always distant after any of these occurrences. He usually fucks me hard whenever we get home afterwards and reminds me that I am his and I continuously reassure him that I don't need to be reminded because I will always be his alone. After he fucks me, he leaves me alone to 'take a walk'. It makes me feel lonely and I usually fall asleep before he comes back to bed. Other times, he will deny me sex. Again, making me feel terribly lonely.
The last couple of weeks, he barely talks to me and we don't have nearly as much sex as we used to and it is concerning.
Tonight, we are both off work and I plan to confront him after putting the kids down for the night. I need to know what the hell he is thinking. I put the kids down alone, which is unusual and I head downstairs and I find him sitting in a rocking chair on the porch drinking a beer. I sit on the other rocking chair next to him. He glances at me, giving me a sad smile. "What's wrong, Christian? Why do you seem to be pulling away from me and the kids? I need to know what is going on. It's time to talk."
He sighs and leans forward in his chair without looking at me. "I can't do this anymore, Ana. I'm going back to Seattle." I gasp, not believing what I'm hearing.
"Christian, are you leaving me?" I ask.
He finally looks up at me. "Ana, this job has been tearing us apart for months. I just can't take watching men putting their hands on you. I can't handle this life out in the country. I'm a city man and I just cannot handle it. I can't get comfortable here."
I gasp again. "You're giving up on us?" I almost whisper.
He sighs and wipes his hand up and down his face. "I don't want to, Ana. I can't live like this. I just can't. I've been going stir crazy wondering how GEH is doing. I miss my real life, Ana and I need to go back."
The tears start to fall as I just stare at him, shocked and heartbroken about what he is saying. "Are you going to divorce me, Christian?"
He looks up at me quickly. "No, Ana. I will wait for you, but I won't wait forever." I cannot believe what I'm hearing. I'm sobbing at this point.
"I can't control how long I have to be here, Christian. You know that."
"But I can control how long I stay here and it is time for me to go back."
"Please don't do this to us, Christian. I NEED you! The kids NEED you! Please don't leave us!" I beg.
He sighs and stands up and offers me his hand and helps me up. He puts his hands softly on the sides of my face, forcing me to look up at him. He wipes away my tears with his thumbs. "I have to, Ana. I already contacted Lisa and they are meeting me in Cleveland tomorrow."
I start sobbing again and he leans down and kisses me feverishly, stifling my sobs. "Let me take you to bed and love you. I want you to know just how much I do, and will always, love you."
I nod reluctantly. I don't want this to be our last time. His lips crash back into mine and he picks me up by my ass and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me inside and into our bedroom. Once inside, he locks the door behind us and he puts me down and delicately removes my clothes and then allows me to remove his, laying kisses on his body as I go. Once we're both undressed, he kisses me sensually again as he picks me back up and lays me back on the bed.
He slowly and sensually makes love to me and it is more delicate and sensual than ever before. This feels like it goes on forever and I am quietly crying most of the time, hating that my husband plans to leave me. Once we both reach our tremendously exquisite orgasms, he collapses on me and I can tell that he's crying as well. He makes this feel as if it is the last time he will ever have me. This provokes a new set of tears. "Christian, please don't leave. I will quit my job and find another. I can't lose you. We need you. Please, I'm begging you."
He lifts his head and I look into his eyes and see that he is crying as well. "I have to, Ana. I can't live like this. You and the kids are the ONLY things that have made this place bearable over the last 6 months. I just can't do it anymore. Maybe I can help the FBI to find and stop the men that are after you so you can come home sooner."
I start crying again. "They are horrible men, Christian. I don't want them to hurt you. I can't lose you."
"I'm taking Taylor and Gail back with me. They will stay here with you for a couple more weeks so that Gail can help you to find a new babysitter. I need this, Ana. I need this to maintain my sanity."
He kisses me again as he pulls out and he lies beside me and pulls me firmly up against his body. "I will miss you, Christian, and regardless of if you are gone or not, there will NEVER be another man for me and I won't move on no matter how hard anyone tries to get me to. I don't care how long it takes before I can come home to you. I just won't move on. I love YOU and I will miss YOU! The kids will as well. Sawyer is staying here with us?"
"Yes. He will help out with keeping the grounds in line and he will keep an eye on you and protect you the best he can without letting on to other people that he is a CPO. I won't leave you and the kids unprotected, Ana. Apparently, while I'm gone, I won't be able to contact you. I hate that, too, but it's the way they say that it must be to keep you all safe."
I'm still sobbing at this point. "I love you, Christian Grey."
"I love you, too, Anastasia Grey. I always will."
"I will ALWAYS love you as well."
"Let me take care of you and love my wife for the rest of the night before I have to leave tomorrow afternoon." I nod and he kisses me, slowly and sensually and throughout the night, he makes love to me mostly, but he fucks me as well, to remind me of what we share. What we will ALWAYS share.
When the sun comes up and we hear the kids starting to stir, we reluctantly get up and get dressed to spend the day with the children. Christian tells them that he has to go away for a little while, but that he will see us as soon as possible and there are a lot of tears shed between the 4 of us throughout the day, but we enjoy our day together until it is time for Christian to leave. We have a tearful goodbye and I take the kids inside and I spend the rest of the day comforting them and holding them. We will miss Christian and I cannot live without him so I hope he changes his mind and comes back. He and the kids are my heart and they always will be. Even after I'm long gone, that fact will remain true.