Here's the first part of the Father's Day Story I promised. The second part coming in the next few days. This part leads up to Teddy's birth, the next part he is born. Thank you for reading!

"Where's the nipple butter?" I ask, frantically searching through the bathroom drawers. I just bought a jumbo tube of the really good stuff. The kind recommended by 3 out of 4 women with excess sensitivity and chafing. Why the fourth one didn't like it remains a mystery. Maybe she's just a bitch who likes to fuck up surveys.

"I don't think you'll need it, sir." Taylor says, walking in from the bedroom, fiddling around with Ana's nursing nighty.

"How would you possibly know that?" I rifle through premenstrual drugs and feminine products she hasn't used for months, and pull out some chamomile lavender bath salts I find. That might help relax her when she's in the throws of it. I wonder if there's a tub in the hospital room, so I can bathe her. Maybe I can have a claw footed number installed. I hold onto them as I continue my search for the mammary ointment.

"It usually takes a few days before it's necessary. Plus, the hospital has supplies should Mrs. Grey need any following the birth." How did he get so knowledgeable about necessities and availability of breast creams in a medical environment? And what the fuck right does he have to tell me what my wife's nipples need? Sometimes I wonder about him. What he does late nights.

"You can't trust hospitals these days!" And I'm not taking any chances with the comfort of Ana's nipples. God, were they sensitive last night. She came three times fast with just a little tugging and tickle of the teeth. And I was rewarded with my first taste of breast milk. Glorious, indeed. I'm looking forward to some late night feedings. After the baby is well fed, of course. I'll take the leftovers.

To my delight, I find my mommy lube tube and rush back into the bedroom to place it in the toiletry bag in Ana's suitcase, which is lying open on our bed. I'm overseeing it's packing. I'm not taking any chances we miss anything, so I have a checklist I printed off from the bump website. And I don't want Ana doing any heavy lifting to pack, even though the heaviest lifting has been her bathrobe and a portable sounds of nature machine with coordinating essential oils diffuser. I've heard the rainforest toads and smelled the pine. It's going to feel like a spa in that birthing room. She'll never want to leave.

"Speaking of the hospital," I say as I nestle breast pads into a side pocket. "I want an entire floor to ourselves. I don't want any germs breathed on Ana or the baby." And I certainly don't want any wandering diseased perverts trying to get a glimpse of my Ana in her natural state.

"Germs, sir?"

"Germs. I've been doing my research. Do you know how many sick people are in a hospital at any given time?"

"I'd assume a majority, sir." Is he making fun of me? I can never tell. His expression is always the same. Nothing.

"No one gets near either of them until Welch does thorough background checks and everyone signs an NDA."

"Yes, sir."

"And I want floral arrangements around."

"Floral arrangements?" Wait, I was wrong. He looks slightly puzzled.

"Yes, I want it to feel pretty and romantic with candles lit and everything. She likes flowers. Kill the fluorescent overhead lights. Bring in the crew who worked on our wedding. I want her to forget that she's at the hospital."

"I don't think you can light candles in a hospital, Mr. Grey."

"Make it happen!" Jesus, why does he argue with me at every step?

He nods, but not enthusiastically.

"I want to make sure this birth is seamless, Taylor. No surprises." I don't like surprises. I can barely tolerate Christmas. That's why Ana's going to be induced three weeks from Friday. We liked the date. It'll be over a weekend so family can visit and we'll be home and rid of them by Sunday. Taylor's looking at me like he either thinks I'm in for a rude awakening or he's passed gas. But, I haven't smelled anything yet. Judgmental fucker.

"I've already arranged for a large area to be blocked off, with all the security you requested, sir. But, I'm not sure about the entire floor. Other people will be having babies, too. Or, so I've been told."

"Well, get sure about it! I don't care about other people and their babies. The hospital won't either, once you give them a sizable donation."

"Yes, Mr. Grey."

I watch as Taylor folds the nighty and places it in the case. Then grabs another one from the dresser. And underwear. Five pairs of her prettiest maternity panties! Why is he focusing on her unmentionables? I just think he wants in Ana's drawers.

I grab the panties from him, a little more forcefully than intended, but the message is received. No one has their fingers in Ana's panties but me. "I'll take those, you focus on socks."

"Yes, sir."

"The ones with the little anti-skid bumps on the bottom. I don't want her slipping on the hospital floor and breaking her neck.

I place the undies in her little suitcase and pull out my checklist to take inventory. Everything is present and accounted for and going according to plan.

Now, if Ana and the baby will just do as they're told and go along with it. Oh fuck. I may be in trouble...

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"You can't have fun! You're pregnant!"

"But, I'm not due for three weeks," she says, batting her eyelashes in that way she knows makes my testicles flutter.

"Ana, we've been over this. We didn't plan on this trip. The Heathman is too far and you're too close!"

"But, it's the first anniversary of when we met, tomorrow. Don't you want it to be special?"

Oh, she's using that old trick, huh? Just the fourth best day of my life! The days before it on the list being the night I deflowered her, the night her keychain flashed 'yes', and of course the day she became my wife. The latter taking top billing. I look at her protruding belly, where our son grows. I have a feeling that first day in my office will be moved to fifth place soon. As it should. Meeting her is nowhere near what it's been knowing her.

"We met in my office. That's special. And it's close! I can set up a nice little after hours dinner party for the almost three of us in there. You can ask me questions and I can give you answers." I raise a sexually charged brow and give her a lascivious grin. I have visions involving strawberries, vanilla ice cream and my gloriously juicy pregnant wife laid across my desk, wrists bound with the tie I wore that fated day. Fuck the paperwork, indeed.

She crosses our bedroom, brushing her long chestnut waves, dressed in my sweatpants and a white tank top that doesn't fit over her swelled middle anymore, so her belly button- formerly an innie, now very much an outie- shows. Her nipples are the size of pepperonis poking through the soft cotton. I just want to suck on them for hours, days even. And her breasts- good lord her breasts- are so voluptuous. They're like summer peaches hanging ripe from branches that are begging to be devoured. God, she's so fucking hot. I never knew her being pregnant was going to make me so god damn horny all the time. And I was already horny all the time! It's just more intensified, like I imagine the effects of a psychedelic drug would be. Seeing her about to become a mother just does things to me.

"I don't want to go to your office to celebrate." She pouts, her bottom lip thrusting forward. I have something I want to thrust forward into that mouth. God Grey, control yourself! It's the mother of your child! But, I suppose that's how she got this way.

"Ana, there in no way I am agreeing to this road trip."

"Just think, we could have dinner in the private dining room. I've been craving cod." She bites her bottom lip. My cock twitches, nagging me to agree to cod. Whose side is he on, anyway? Always hers. The side he gets the most action from.

"You can't have fish!" I burst out, remembering my 'What to Expect When You're Not the One Who's Expecting- But, Close!' workbook. "Anastasia, I will not have our child born with mercury poisoning."

She snickers. "Okay, I'll just eat the asparagus."

"Oh no you don't." I remember how she eats that asparagus. Damn. "Meat and milk for you! I'll put in the order ahead of time just to make sure you don't pull anything." I've made her dietary needs a top priority during this pregnancy. Even more so than before. And I will not allow her and my son to share a stalk of asparagus for dinner.

"So we're going?"

"When did I say that?"

"You just said you were putting in the order."

"I didn't mean what I just said, I just said it to say it!

"So, I can have cod?"

"Anastasia, just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're completely safe from me. I can still take you across my knee." Sort of. That would prove rather difficult, though. We tried it at the end of month six and she was like a teeter totter with a heavily weighted middle. I ended up sitting her on my lap like Santa would and giving her a few swats for being on the naughty list.

She steps into me and runs her fingers along the waistband of my pajama bottoms, tucking her tips beneath the elastic gently, softly stroking mine. My cock salutes her efforts.

"Why don't you make me take some meat and milk right now, Sir?" Sir! She reaches her hand further inside, tracing the triangular patch of skin around my package. She's killing me.

"Ana, this isn't working." My cock rises to object. Overruled!

"Really?" She over dramatically pouts.

She slides her hand around to my ass and squeezes my cheeks, then pushes my pants to floor. I'm exposed and erect. Don't listen to your penis, Grey! It's singularly focused. One eye on the prize, so the speak.

"I just want one night away with you before the baby comes." She slides her hand up and down my shaft. Leaning into my ear, she whispers... "Just think, once he's born, it'll be at least six weeks before we can fuck again."

At least? I thought that was the maximum! It's going to be a long, cold summer. My cock twitches at how she enunciated 'fuck'. Fuck.

"Ana, do you really think you can seduce me into getting your own way?"

She blows in my ear. "Yes, Sir." With the 'Sirs'!

My cock and I are waging a battle. Man vs. Beast. I use all my will to control the monster from below the belt from overtaking all my sense and better judgement. I can not let this animal win. Remember your Carnegie's golden rule, Grey! "A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind"...

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My cock took full possession of my own mind and Ana won. Against my better judgement, I'm driving us to Portland. One blow job and a juicy peach titty fuck with an open tunnel at the end for my train to unload was all it took. God, it was a good titty fuck. I'm cheap and easy and completely owned. Yep, I'm a lucky bastard.

"You had a cousin named Kitridge," she says, reading from an ancient family Bible, sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV. I've had Taylor follow us, with a car packed full of emergency items, and her little suitcase, just in case anything goes wrong.

"Kitridge? Are you fucking kidding me? How long ago, the civil war?"

She squints her eyes to make out the faded cursive. "1897." Close enough.

"Kitridge Grey? It sounds like one of those personal injury law firms that advertises on TV." And definitely someone every kid in school would kick the shit out of.

"It could be cute. Little Kit. I really like the idea of a nice manly name that can also have a cute little boy nickname."

"What and name his little sister Kat?" I rib her.

"Little sister?" Her eyes shoot up to me, squinting them like she's trying to squeeze the truth out of me. Shit, I'm caught. Okay, yes it's crossed my mind. More than one baby... But, I don't want to get into my crazy hallucinations right now. I need to focus on the road directly ahead.

"Just a joke," I say, brushing it off. "One baby at a time, Mrs. Grey."

She looks a little disappointed, but continues her pursuit of boy's names. "Joseph, Marion, Lester..."

"Where'd you get that anyhow? I've never heard of these shirttail relatives." She's been dragging that Bible around for days like she's in training to be a nun. One look at her and you'd know that's not the case, but still she's devoted to it like a sister. Maybe a wayward sister who got in trouble with an alter boy. Hey, that's not a bad role play... I wonder where I can get a habit. I'll ask Taylor.

"Your grandmother, at my shower. It's been passed on for generations. She's very excited."

"She's always very excited." Although, I do remember how genuinely thrilled she was at our wedding. When we danced, she told me the key to a long lasting marriage. To make sure to always take care of 'my forever'. I look over to Ana and smile. My forever. I always will.

It seems like we've been driving forever. But, we're almost there now. Soon we'll be in our suite and I will be making sweet love to my tart little wife.

"Are you very excited?" she asks, sounding very unsure, suddenly. I glance over and see her pretty blues searching me, like a lost, scared little girl.

"What do you mean, Ana?" Why is she asking me this? I've given her no indication otherwise. I've been with her every step of the way. I've never missed a doctor's appointment, a Lamaze class- God, I hated all those dreadful people breathing all over the place. I've read all the recommended books and even the not recommended ones... Does it still come back to that first night she told me?

"Ana, I thought we've been through this. I was just scared and stupid before."

"Not anymore?" I'm petrified, but I can't tell her that. Not about the baby, I'm sure of my love for him now. But, my greatest fear is that he won't love me. He'll reject me just like every other one of my blood relatives did. I'm in deep discussions with Flynn about it.

"Well, I can't promise I won't be a little stupid. Especially when it comes to you. You stupefy me, but you know that."

"I know this isn't how you planned it..." She's starting to cry. Why? I've done nothing, but hate the name Kitridge. No one would blame me for that. Not even him!

"Ana, don't cry!" I rest my hand on her hand that rests on her belly. Her wedding rings hug so tight around her fingers now, but stubborn like she is, she refuses to take them off. "Nothing in my life now is how I planned it. And thank God and for that." I lift her hand up and kiss her knuckles. "And, you."

"What if I'm not sexy anymore?"

What? Where is this coming from? It has to be hormones. I've been a victim of them for nine months.

"Ana, there could never be a day when I don't think you're sexy."

She smiles, but her belief in my words doesn't show proof in her eyes.

"I could get fat." God, if only she'd keep that meat on her ass! If I had a guarantee that babies would keep her eating, I'd sign up for twelve.

"You're talking to the guy who always wants to fatten you up." I move my hand down to her thigh and she giggles. But, I think she wants me. Hell, if she was wearing a skirt I might go exploring.

"I'm excited," she says, smiling now, looking up at me full of hope.

"Me, too." I smile back.

"We have to decide on a name," she says, opening up that Bible again. "We could name him after you."

"No! I don't want a Junior of me out there." God forbid! "Plus, he wouldn't have a cute little nickname like you like."

"Well, we've decided on Raymond for his middle name. What goes with that?"

I decide to share an idea that I had earlier today. "What about my grandfather?"

"Theo?"

"Theodore. He was always so good to me as a kid." He never treated me like I was weird or made me feel different, even though I was markedly so. He taught me how to throw a ball and how to shave. He's a good husband, the kind I want to be now. And a good father.

Her eyes light with excitement. "Teddy. Like a teddy bear!"

"I hadn't thought of that. Yes, I like it."

"It like that, too." She smiles. She's stunning as the early evening light sweeps through the windows and frames her face. Have I ever seen such blue eyes? No, I never have.

I take her hand and hold it, resting our intertwined fingers and kissing palms on her belly. I can feel our child move inside of her. Our Teddy bear.

The lights of Portland are ahead and so is our future. They both look bright.

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"The beef was divine, Mr. Grey." She says as I fumble to open the door to our suite. I can barely keep my hands off of her and my mouth from her neck. God, the way she ate that bone-in filet was nothing short of orgasmic. I have this intense need to devour her. I inhale her scent as the door slams behind us, simultaneously cupping her breasts through the silken fabric of her black satin cocktail dress. Her nipples are so hard and ready, I know I'm going to get another taste tonight.

"Oh, I have some better beef for you." My erection is firm against her ass as I grind against her.

"What are you doing, Mr. Grey?"

I start to unzip the back of her dress, moving my mouth down her skin with it.

"Trying to fuck the sexiest woman I have ever met."

I slide the open dress off her shoulders and it drops, pooling at her feet. She steps out of it. Her pregnant body is glorious.

"Appropriate today of all days."

I unhook her bra and peel it off her soft, milky shoulders, nipping them as it cascades down.

"I was thinking about fucking you then, too. You just didn't know it. I masked it with my charm."

She giggles and I move my mouth to her breast and suckle her erect nipple. She combs her fingers through my hair, pulling and twisting it as she moans. I'm rewarded with a few drops of her milk. It does a body good.

"Were you?"

I take the other breast and do the same.

"I was a wicked boy back in those days, until my wife tamed me." I continue to suck and kneed with my hands. It's so fucking satisfying to feast from her.

"I don't think much has changed. You're still a kinky fucker."

"And you love it." I tug her nipple between my teeth.

She pulls my face up to meet hers, wanting to kiss me, but her belly gets in between us.

"There's more of you, Mrs. Grey. I like it."

I place my hands on her bump, that's no longer a bump, but more a balloon expanded to full capacity, and lean down to kiss it. The baby starts moving a bit. I'll never get used to that. It floors me every time. The life we created together.

"Hey, there little man," I whisper against her skin. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to have my way with your mother." Ana laughs. The baby kicks. "I think he likes his first stay at the Heathman."

"Actually, it's his second," she reminds me. "We just didn't know it yet."

I smile against her belly, remembering her birthday. We were days away from finding out about her pregnancy. Days away from me walking out on her and then everything that happened. I shudder. I don't want to think about that now. One more quick kiss for my boy and I stand up and hold the beautiful face of my wife. "God, I love you Mrs. Grey." I step to the right, to give her belly its space, and lean in to kiss her mouth.

"I love you, too," she whispers, breathlessly, against my lips as our kiss deepens. "Now fuck me, Mr. Grey!"

I pull back and smile. "We aim to please."

I rip off my jacket and throw it. She gets to work on my shirt buttons, while I kick off my shoes and rid myself of pants. In no time, I'm naked and ready.

I peel her panties down her thighs to the floor, teasing her with my fingers as they fall. She's so wet already. Without further adieu, I help her onto the bed, propping pillows to make her comfortable as she stands on all fours.

"Reminds me of the first time I saw you." I whisper in her ear from behind, then nip. "All fours on my floor."

"I'm sure this wasn't the view you were thinking of back then," she says, regarding her swollen middle.

"Oh, it is so much better, Mrs. Grey." I make my way down her spine with my mouth, taking extra special care to kneed and caress her rear. I stand and give it a good smack. She gasps, then giggles. "Don't laugh or I'll spank you again." Of course, she laughs. Temptress. So, I fulfill her want with a good swat.

I place a finger, then two inside of her and move them in and out. She whimpers. She's so ready. Holding my erection, I ease myself inside of her. She moans like a cat in heat. It's so primal, animalistic. God, she feels so good. I just want to lose myself in her and I do. I start to move, slowly at first, but then I pick up the tempo, thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon.

"Harder, Christian!"

I pick up the pace.

"Pound me!"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Fuck me!" It's a demand, not a request. Damn, it's hot.

I really start fucking her. I can feel her tightening around me. I know she's close.

"Come for me, Ana!" She cries out loudly, her whole body quaking and vibrating as she finds her release. I find mine a moment later, calling out her name, pouring myself inside of her, violently.

"Oh God, that was amazing, Christian!"

"Oh, Ana," I pant, laying my head on her back. We're both sated, breathless. I don't want to disconnect, but I pull myself out of her, ready to cuddle with her under the sheets, when it happens. The flood gates open.

Gush...

"Oh my god," Ana says. "Was that you or me?"

"It wasn't me." I stare at her dripping vagina.

She just stays stone still, like she's trying to assess a situation that's puddled beneath her. I jump up out of bed. I don't need to assess a thing. I know what this is. I read seventeen books!

"Ana, you're in labor!"

"No, I'm not." She shakes her head, wide eyed, like she's in denial. "I have three weeks until I'm induced. Plus, first babies are usually late."

"Who says?"

"My mother, your mother."

"What do our mothers know about kids?"

"Yours is a pediatrician."

"Ana, I don't care what our mothers say! I have eyes. I saw the flood. I don't care how good a lover I am, there's no way you came that much."

She tries to move, but really can't with the weight of her belly and my pillow placement. I realize she's stuck, so I help her up and to her feet. It's not the first time I helped her out of a bind.

She stands in front of me as we both look at the water stain on the bed. The bed I brought her home a year ago passed out drunk in is the same bed her water broke. That bed's seen a lot of Ana action this past year.

"Shit, I think my water did break."

"You think?!"

"How?"

Oh shit...

"I'm sorry I fucked you so hard."

"You didn't break it." She rolls her eyes. But, I'm too guilt stricken to take real note.

"I don't know about that Ana. You just kept telling me to go for it!" Now, there's a new lake in Portland.

"You're penis is not that big!"

"What does that mean?"

"Forget your penis, what do we do now?"

"We put our plan into action."

"What's the plan?"

"I'm formulating it." This all goes against my original plan that I spent a lot of time formulating. Damn it, I knew Ana and the baby wouldn't do as they were told. Like mother, like son. Think Grey, think!

Get her dressed! She can't go out into the streets naked! I grab her sweat pants and a hoodie and help her throw them on. Then, I put on some boxer shorts and a t-shirt and grab my cell.

"Who are you calling?"

"Dr. Greene." It's the after hours number. Her service picks up. Damn it! "This is Christian Grey. Have her fucking call me!" I hang up. Where the fuck is she? I hope she's not out drinking and dancing. I need her fully alert and her limbs rested. I don't want her dropping the baby or giving Ana bad drugs!

"That wasn't very polite."

"I don't fucking care. I just need her to know I mean business."

"But, you always call her like that. She may think you're the boy crying wolf."

"Forget what she thinks, I've paid her enough to add a floor onto her house, the least she can do is always believe the wolf." She did add on. Welch checked.

I move to Ana. "Are you in pain?" I ask, helping her sit on the edge of the bed. The book said to keep her calm. I stroke her arm. But, I think it's making her nervous.

"No, just..."

"Just what?"

"I've been having the occasional Braxton Hicks contraction."

"What? And you never told me?"

"I didn't think it was anything. I've had them before. It's natural."

"So is childbirth! But, not in Portland, it isn't."

My phone rings. It's Dr. Greene. Thank God!

"Dr. Greene-"

"Mr. Grey. I would appreciate it if you didn't harass my service at all hours."

"Well, I would appreciate it if you'd answer when my wife is in labor."

"Are you sure? You said that last week and it was the burrito she ate."

"Well, I'm fucking sure this time. There's a puddle on my bed."

"What? How's Ana?"

"Without water. And we're in Portland. What do we do?"

"Was it a gush or a trickle?"

"It was a gush of water! We were having sex. I think I burst the dam!"

"It wasn't a gush," Ana chimes in. "He didn't do anything to cause this." Why is she trying to emasculate me tonight?

"Is she having contractions?"

"Mildly. She thought they were Braxton Hicks."

"How far apart?"

"I don't know."

"Ask her." Oh yeah.

"Ana, how far apart?"

"Nothing regular."

"She says nothing regular, but all of this seems highly irregular to me."

"I'd like to see her as soon as possible to lessen the risk of infection. But, knowing her pregnancy, I think she should be all right for a little while. Keep me notified and tell me when you're close."

"Keep your phone on! I'll pay you triple. You can put in a pool, too!" She hangs up. Tell you when we're close? I told you we're in fucking Portland! I immediately dial Taylor. No answer! What the fuck?!

"Stay here," I say, as I head for the door.

"Where are you going in your little shorts?"

"I'm getting Taylor."

I march down the hall in my skivvies with purpose, knocking on Taylor's room door. A room service guy in box hat and matching maroon cummerbund looks me up and down. What's he looking at? He's wearing a fucking cummerbund.

Taylor answers. In full button up pajamas. I've never seen him this way. I didn't know he actually sleeps. And in proper sleepwear! I thought he just propped himself in a corner, waiting for me to call. Obviously not tonight!

"I called you, where the hell were you?" I burst inside.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was in bed." I survey the room. The remote's lying on his bed. There's a box of tissues nearby. I think he was watching porn.

"You've never slept on me before. Why the hell would you do that at a time like this?"

"Is something wrong? Do you need new clothing?" He examines my state of undress.

"No! Ana's water broke!"

He hops to attention.

"Should I get the car?"

"Yes! And call ahead for me. I've decided, the only way we're getting back fast enough is to take Charlie Tango. Is she ready?"

"Yes, I had her waiting in case an emergency arose."

"Well, it's risen like fucking sun in the east! Let's get moving!"

Within moments we're out the door to get Ana. Fuck, we're having a baby tonight. I hope I'm ready for this...

To Be Continued...