"What do you mean sabotaged Taylor? Be more specific" Yes please do be more specific!
"The fuel line was damaged by most likely a serrated knife, not enough to prevent the boat from starting or moving but the theory is the fuel hit a hot pipe and ignited, when it happened, was just by chance" Holy Shit!
"Fucking hell, who is doing this Taylor?" Christian's tone is frightening and I see Taylor shy away a little.
"The police have done their investigation and are looking into certain things, finger prints etcetera but nothing so far" poor Taylor, he always seems to take the brunt of Christian.
"I want answers, I need answers Taylor, fuck, this is pissing me off" hisses Christian.
"I will try and get them for you sir" Taylor speaks sincerely. We arrive at Escala and once again the waiting press are pushing and shoving to get that ultimate shot.
"What happened Mr Grey? Are you feeling ok? How is Miss Steele? What treatment are you having?"
"Nosey bastards!" He curses as he hobbles and I waddle inside, ah back to our house, our bed and our space. We both slump on the sofa, I put my feet up and Christian put his bad leg up. I start to laugh, another rib aching laugh. It strikes me how funny the last week has been, my Mom, Nana's err interruptions, the boat, the fright at the hospital and then a calm tranquil week resting at Grey Manor and we both come in and slump like we have just run a marathon.
We both yawn and head for bed, I lay in bed and watch Christian in the shower which initially sends me into fits of laughter at the sight of one leg hanging out with a waterproof contraption to stop the dressing getting wet but when I get myself under control I study him in detail.
The gorgeous hair you can run your fingers through, beautifully structured face, cheekbones, his piercing and very expressive eyes that dance when he is happy and laughing but can chill you to the bone if you upset him. His perfect lips, not too plump but very kissable, a strong chin and jaw line. His back muscles ripple with every movement of his shoulders and neck, his chest has a sprinkling of hair which I find incredibly sexy. His abs are developed and my fingers fall in the dips between, oh then his happy trail that points down to groin. His buttocks are perfectly shaped, toned and very, very squeezable, the thighs are muscular, not overly so but enough power to thrust deliciously into me. Even his calves and feet are shapely. Just perfect all over really and mine.
"Are you checking me out again Ana?"
"Huh? What?" I blush "I was" and giggle as my mind was in a total fantasy at that moment. I have made myself all horny but I am too tired to do anything major so Christian does a little nipple tweaking and tracing his finger over my chest and abdomen but he gets distracted when one of the babies kicks and you could see it was a foot
"Wow did you see that?" he is excitedly looking for more kicks.
"No but I sure felt it" I laugh "I get battered from inside sometimes, give me your hand" and I put it over a spot where I can feel them moving.
"That's awesome baby"
"Not when I am trying to go to sleep, they wait until I am drifting before starting a break dance" I chuckle.
"But that's so great baby, I am going to do this every evening" he beams.
"You know they respond to your voice too" I mention
"They do? Really" he gapes at me.
"Certain tones of voice you use or kisses on my body they move and kick in response"
"Amazing, totally amazing" he smiles "It is" I reply.
I yawn, Christian wraps himself around me as best he can with his leg and we fall asleep together.
We wake together almost in the same position as we went to sleep and as usual I need to pee, the clock is saying 8.30am but that can't be right, we should be on our way to work by now. I extract myself from under Christian's arm and waddle almost cross legged to the bathroom. We have slept for almost twelve hours and that never happens but I guess we both needed to sleep that long. Back in the bedroom I start to dress when Christian props himself up on one elbow
"Good morning beautiful, what are you doing?"
"Good morning Christian, I am getting ready for work of course, not that much fits me again, and I will need to do some shopping soon"
"What time is it?" he sleepily asks.
"It's 8.45am"
"Holy fuck, what happened?" he tries to jump out of bed quickly "Fuck that hurt" as he puts his damaged leg a little too hard on the ground.
"We slept in obviously but must have needed to else we would have woken earlier" I start to walk out of the bedroom toward the kitchen and I hear another curse.
Taylor has both of us to transport around seeing as Christian is temporarily on crutches and I am pretty much too big to get behind the wheel of all but the biggest vehicles so Sawyer is our tail now, following us everywhere. The press are still interested but the frenzy has died down somewhat.
I have a bouquet of flowers on my desk waiting when I arrive, from Christian with a note saying 'sorry I scared you last week, love you pumpkin'. Awe, flowers always brighten my day and mood especially my favourite flowers, mauve Roses accompanied by blue Aconitum, Veronica and lavender and white scented Freesia. I send him a text
To: Mr Christian Grey, CEO Grey Enterprise Holdings.
From: Miss Anastasia Steele Spoilt Assistant Editor SIP.
Dear Christian,
The flowers are beautiful, thank you very much and promise me you won't scare me like that again!
Ana.
I wait for what seems like forever for a reply and then the familiar ping of my text tone.
To: Miss Anastasia Steele, Worth it Assistant Editor SIP.
From: Mr Christian Grey, No more scares CEO Grey Enterprise Holdings.
Dear Ana,
Glad you like them, Home for 4pm?
Christian.
To: Mr Christian Grey, Loving CEO Grey Enterprise Holdings.
From: Miss Anastasia Steele, Lucky Assistant Editor SIP.
Dear Christian,
Perfect!
Ana.
That is the only contact we have with each other throughout the day as if he has half the work to do as I have I am not surprised. 4pm rolls round and I am mighty pleased at what I have done today.
Gail has cooked a lovely evening meal for us when we arrive home and I persuade Christian to sit and watch a chic flick. He protests a little and looks miffed when I remind him that no alcohol is permitted when on antibiotics and painkillers. That changes his mood for the worst, I spend the evening watching the movie; he starts off in the office and then moves to the piano after an hour or so. The music he plays is quite haunting at times, like he is expressing his frustration with his early life and difficulties, moving to less emotional to a little happier I hope signifying his happiness at what is happening in his life right now.
The next few weeks pass with routine check-ups for me and Christian's leg is almost good, just another week or so and then make sure he protects it with a specific moisturiser and sun block so the granulating skin doesn't burn.
Kate and Elliot are still in the love bubble, she is twenty weeks and growing, her work is going well and Elliot's business is thriving. We have talked about a weekend in Aspen for ages and decide that the coming weekend would suit everybody and shortly I have been advised not to travel more than half an hour away from the hospital in case I go into premature labour so I need to take advantage when I can.
Christian has moved Samantha and Sebastian out of the house in Aspen, I am not sure to where and don't really want to know but I am sure they are comfortable.
All has been quiet on the hate mail/sabotage front although that almost makes me more nervous than receiving them, I want more in the hope whoever is doing it slips up and leaves some evidence. Maybe that's not logical thinking but it's how I feel.
Aspen is fantastic, so picturesque, beautiful mountainous and sometimes rugged terrain. The best thing is I can do some shopping in the many boutiques to get some new maternity clothes. I really am limited at the moment. Kate is looking forward to shopping too. Elliot and Christian plan to fish; cycle and jog, as well as eating and drinking, well Christian wants to make up for lost time when he was on antibiotics. Good job the usual security men have followed us as I think their driving skills will be needed.
Kate and I shop on the Saturday while Christian and Elliot go fishing, Taylor is our chauffeur, bag carrier and general dogs body, bless him. Sawyer is with the boys and Peters has stayed at the house as Gail agreed to come, as with Sawyer and Peters there, Taylor can have some much needed time off.
Saturday evening is a hoot, Gail cooks but she and Taylor join us. Christian and Elliot slowly get plastered and although Taylor doesn't drink as much, I have never seen him so relaxed. Kate and I have a small fashion show with the clothes we bought today, with Gail giving her seal of approval to most things we bought. It's a great evening; Kate, Gail and I are in fits of laughter watching Elliot trying to help Christian to bed. Taylor who is not that inebriated helps to get them into the right rooms and into bed. I get Christian's shoes off but he is too heavy to get his clothes off so I just cover him over and climb into bed next to him. I don't mind that he has got drunk, so much has happened and is going on that it's his pressure valve although he may not think like that with the hangover in the morning.
I wake up to the sound of Christian tossing his cookies down the toilet and groaning, I get out of bed, pour him a little water and dampen a flannel for his head. I hear him clean his teeth and then tiptoe back to the room as if one uncomfortable step will jolt his brain out of his skull. I stifle a giggle. He lies down gently after drinking some water and I put the flannel on his forehead, a sigh comes from Christian and he has fallen back asleep.
Breakfast time comes around and I wake to the smell of coffee, I wash and get dressed before heading down for breakfast, Christian and Elliot are sitting at the table looking very much worse for wear, I am sure I hear Elliot say never again as I pass by. They both have coffee in front of them but neither is drinking with any enthusiasm. I go into the kitchen where Kate and Gail are chatting.
"Morning Kate, morning Gail"
"Morning Ana, how's Christian this morning?" Kate asks.
"By the looks of him about the same as Elliot" we all laugh.
"I am glad Jason doesn't drink much but even he is feeling a little fragile this morning" we laugh again.
After water and Tylenol is consumed by Christian, Elliot and Taylor and we ladies have devoured a delicious breakfast, we head out for a leisurely stroll, just local and down to the lake as I think the fresh air will do everyone some good. It's a beautiful morning, the sun is peeking around the tree tops as the morning dew dissipates, I hear a chorus of birds talking to each other, and other wildlife is roaming carefree and unperturbed by our presence. It feels like a real privilege to observe these creatures without causing distress and fear amongst them.
We find a coffee shop in town and I am very happy to sit down for a while, Kate looks happy too. The boys at least have some colour in their faces but still welcome the coffee. The conversation flows and reluctantly we discuss what time we will start making our way home when I see a familiar but very unwanted figure.
"It can't be!" I exclaim "She has followed us here?" everyone swings around to look but it's too late and she has gone out of sight.
A/N: Sorry for the delay in update. RL just gets in the way at times. Hope people are still enjoying this story and let me know you thoughts.