*** A few important things:
I know some of you might think that this Ana is childish and impulsive. That's true. That's what she is. She is absolutely different from the Ana in mystery of Steele hearts. This Ana is childish, naïve, quarrelsome, and too-trusting. She doesn't may attention to gut instinct and will fall in a lot of trouble because of that. She has a serious mind often, but Christian always brings her inner teenager out. Christian will be equally irritating. They will fight and argue and make you want to slap them both. I hope you would stay with them throughout their journey.
DISCLAIMER: Fifty shades of Grey or its' characters do NOT belong to me. I own the plot and more than a few characters though. I would like to remind you that this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or places is accidental.
Thanks so much to my awesome Beta, Ninkita
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*Information:*
Ana and her friends = 24 years old
Christian = 28 years old
Mia = 22 years old
Elliot = 30 years old
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Previously:
Changing into a white lace crop top and matching shorts, Ana settled on the couch with her laptop. "This has never happened before. My own mother and best friends wanted me gone. All of this only to please that asshole. He's the one responsible," Ana spat angrily. Suddenly, an idea came to her. Grinning, Ana opened the desired website and started typing as an evil smile graced her face. Pressing the send button, Ana folded her hands over as chest and smirked. "You forced me to get out of my place. NOW… you have to get out of yours!"
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Chapter -4:
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Christian's days were usually busy. That day was no different either. He had finally managed to get some time to visit the book store where his new publication house's newly released books would be available first, along with several book signings. He was really impressed by the setup he had witnessed. It was a happy co-incidence that there was a book signing going on at the first floor. So, Christian was able to scrutinize it properly and he was satisfied with what he found. There was another reason he was relaxed. Before going there, he had been dreading his meeting with Ms. Steele, but upon arriving he learned that she had been in a minor accident the day before and wouldn't be present at the meeting as she was resting upstairs in her loft. He felt bad that she was injured, but he relaxed marginally knowing that he wouldn't have to deal with her.
As he stepped out of the elevator, he paused right in front of his penthouse's door to unbutton his jacket. Taylor, Christian's head of security and his CPO, stepped beside him and waited. Suddenly, both men were startled by the sound of Gail cursing someone and the clatter of hurried footsteps. Gail was Christian's housekeeper and Taylor's fiancé. She was a really patient, soft-hearted, and kind woman. So, hearing her cursing someone surprised both men. The footsteps drew closer, but there was only one set of them.
"Who on earth is she chasing?" Christian asked Taylor, confused. Taylor shook his head and shrugged.
Curious, Taylor opened the door and they entered the penthouse. They had to wait only a few seconds before it became clear to them that Gail wasn't pursuing a "who" but a "what." The furry, slithery body of a ferret came loping through the penthouse with a grey silk tie clamped in its mouth.
"What the fuck?!" Christian exclaimed at the sight of the small carnivorous mammal streaking toward them. If he lived in a house near some forest, he would've been able to think that the ferret came inside by mistake, but he lived in a high-rise penthouse and seeing a random animal in here was not normal. "Where did it come from?" he asked Gail, who had come to a stop. Hearing his voice, the ferret stopped and stared at him thoughtfully with bright, beady eyes.
"A delivery came for you a few hours ago. He was inside it. When I picked up the box to take it to your room, it fell from my hand and he came out. I've been running behind him since then," Gail explained, apologetically.
"Taylor, can you catch it? And who the hell thought it was a good idea to send someone a rodent?" Christian pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated.
Crouching on the floor, Taylor gave a low whistle and a few clicks of his tongue. "Come here. You've caused enough trouble. You seem to have a taste for… silk tie? Is that what you're holding?" he said casually. The ferret took a few steps towards Taylor before glancing at Christian and then hurried towards the couch instead.
"Seriously?!" Christian stared in disbelief.
"He doesn't seem to be completely domesticated," Taylor stated standing up. "We should inspect the box he came in," he added.
"What should we do with him till then?" Gail asked, frowning.
"Let him be for now. Let's go," Christian said, shaking his head.
They gathered in the dining room after Gail brought the empty paper parcel box. "Here," she said handing Christian the box. "This was inside. I didn't open it," she added, showing him a purple envelope.
Christian inspected the box thoroughly but he found nothing. Handing the paper box to Taylor, Christian opened the envelope. There was a card inside with a small massage on it. He read:
"Mr. Christian,
This is my gift to you for the things you did to me.
Secret Admirer"
"What I did to this person… what?" Christian was more confused after reading the card.
"Sir, there's an IP address from which this parcel was ordered from. I think we should let Welch check it out to find who this person is," Taylor advised.
Nodding, Christian walked out of the room. Reaching the living room, he stopped cold as his eyes fell on his snow-white velvet sectional couch. He saw bits of fluff and clumps of horsehair being tossed in the air by the ferret. "Wow. He's eating my couch," Christian muttered sarcastically.
Taylor came out of the dining room to head to the security room when he also noticed the couch. Instantly, he blanched. "Yikes," he whispered. "It seems he's trying to make a nest for himself," he said louder, staring at the ferret who was having a grand time destroying the branded couch. "Should I remove him?" he asked his boss.
"The couch is already ruined. Let him have at it," Christian said with a sigh. "I'm going to my room," he said, shooting one last glance at the ferret.
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His tense muscles finally relaxed after taking a long hot shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Christian stepped out of the bathroom as he rubbed another towel against his hair. Suddenly from the corner of his eye, he noticed a long, slender body wriggling its way inside the closet. Christian kept observing it with a frown. The ferret seemed to look at everything curiously before heading back out, dissatisfied. Curious, Christian followed the animal only to find it on the bed now. It was crawling towards his cell phone.
"Hey," he shouted causing the ferret to stop and turn to look at him. Then, keeping a wary eye on him, the ferret grabbed Christian's cell phone. When Christian didn't say anything, the ferret started to lope slowly around the edge of the bed before jumping off the bed. At his safe landing with the cell, the ferret wriggled in triumph. Christian didn't know why he was standing still to observe the creature while it stole his cell phone right in front of him. Reaching the threshold on the room, with a triumphant chatter the ferret started doing a happy war dance that consisted a series of sideways hops. Clearly, he was delighted by his new acquisition, and even more by the fact that he had managed to steal it in front of Christian. A reluctant smile graced Christian's face before he recalled that his phone was really important and that damn ferret had just run away with it.
"SHIT! Idiot!" Christian cursed before he hurriedly changed into a pair of pajama pants and ran after the ferret. "Taylor!" he called out reaching the hallway. "Taylor!"
"Yes, Mr. Grey?' Taylor answered, peeking his head out of the security room.
"That damn weasel ran way with my phone," Christian grumbled. "According to Google, now he'll spend hours teasing us with that and keeping it just out of reach. He might also try to hide it."
"Did you see which direction it went?" Taylor inquired joining his boss.
"No."
They spend the next half an hour chasing the ferret. Every so often the ferret would pause at a corner, check to make certain he was still being chased, and in his happy excitement, he would do a little war dance, a series of sideways hops that expressed pure delight. Then, he would start running again. Finally, they lost the ferret. "Let me call your phone. We can follow the sound," Taylor suggested, out of breath from all the running. Christian nodded in agreement.
The familiar ringtone of Christian's phone came from the living room. Exchanging a look, the men followed the sound. They found the ferret standing in front of the couch. Staring at the ferret, Taylor sat on the carpet and relaxed his voice. "Come here, you flea-ridden creature. I'll give you all the sugar cookies you want, if you give me your new toy," he whistled softly and clicked. But the offer did not work. The ferret merely regarded him with bright eyes and stayed in place, clutching the phone in its tiny paws.
"We need to make an exchange I think," Christian suggested before heading to the kitchen where Gail was preparing dinner. "Gail, do we have any shiny cloth or scarf?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Grey," Gail replied shaking her head.
"Okay. Do we have sugar cookies?"
"We do, Mr. Grey." Hurriedly, Gail pulled out a container. "Here," she said.
Christian took two cookies and went back to the living room. Taylor was in the same position as before. "Here. Try this," Christian said handing Taylor the cookies.
"See, I've got cookies for you," Taylor said in a calm voice as he waved his hand in the air. The ferret's little head bobbed as it followed every movement of Taylor's hand. Fitting the phone in his mouth, the ferret started loping up to Taylor slowly. "This is a trade, old fellow," Taylor told him. "You can't have something for nothing." Carefully, the ferret placed the phone down and reached for the cookies. Taylor simultaneously gave him the cookies and snatched up the phone.
"Thank you, Jason," Christian said with a relieved smile.
"No problem, sir. By the way, Welch called. He found the location of the IP address that package was ordered from."
"Okay," Christian nodded. Taylor went back to the security room. With a sigh, Christian sat on one corner of the couch. Swiftly, he found Welch's number and called.
"Good evening, Mr. Grey, sir," Welch greeted from the other end.
"Welch, what did you find?"
"Sir, the package was ordered from a local pet rescue and the IP address that ordered it belongs to a private laptop. The owner of the laptop is one Ms. Anastasia Steele," Welch informed.
"Anast… that irritating woman!" Christian growled.
"Do you want me to give you her address?"
"Don't bother. I have it," Christian said, barely holding onto his calm. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the ferret was slowly crawling towards him. With a frown, he watched the creature as it made itself comfortable in his new home… on Christian's lap!
"Sir… um… may I suggest something… if you don't mind?" he heard Welch say from the other side.
"What is it?" Christian asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Why this creature thought he would NOT throw him off his lap was a mystery to Christian.
"I think you should put off going to Ms. Steele's place till tomorrow morning," Welch suggested hesitantly.
"Why?" Christian asked, growling.
"I can guess that you might be extremely angry at the moment, and going to someone's house this late at night just doesn't seem like a good idea. Since it's Saturday tomorrow, you won't have to come to office, so you will be able to resolve this matter properly," Welch said softly.
With a big sigh, Christian said 'bye' to Welch and hung up. Looking down at the sleeping ferret on his lap, he said to himself, "Now… what to do with you?" Feeling like he needed a drink to fall asleep, he went to get up, but then remembered the creature on his lap. Cradling it in his arms, he went to the wet bar. Finding no place to put the ferret down, he hung the creature on his shoulder like a scarf before he poured himself some good brandy. Swallowing the contents of his glass, he went back to his bedroom. When he went to get on the bed, he again recalled the creature around his neck. Sighing, he pulled the ferret from his neck, cradling it against his midriff. The ferret's eyes remained closed; lids completely concealed in the black mask that crossed its face. He could feel the tapping of its tiny heartbeat beneath his fingertips, the silkiness of the white undercoat beneath the overlying guard hairs.
A sudden rush of affection went through Christian. "You're not so bad when you're asleep," he said to the sleeping creature in his arms with a slight smile. He settled it onto the pillow beside his own. The ferret remained asleep, limp as a rag. Smirking, Christian climbed onto the bed and placing a pillow between his own body and the ferret's, he closed his eyes.
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Since Ana was not allowed to go downstairs and was forced to rest, she had changed into her comfort outfit this morning. She was wearing a purple meow hoodie and shorts set with purple fluffy cat ear headband and matching purple fluffy bunny slippers. She was making creamy crepes with strawberries and bananas while blasting her favorite song 'Dracula's wedding by OutKast' and moving her hips along. Since her feet still hurt, she wasn't able to dance as she wanted.
"You're all I've ever wanted
But I'm terrified of you
See, my castle may be haunted
But I'm terrified of you
I've cast my spell on millions
But I'm terrified of you
Baby, I do this from the ceiling
But I'm terrified of you
I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened
Dracula's wedding
I never ran from no one
But I'm terrified of you
See, my heartbeat is a slow one
But I'm terrified of you
I've been around for ages
But I'm terrified of you
Drag my thing across the stage
But yet I'm terrified of you
I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened
Dracula's wedding
You know I'm terrified
You know I'm terrified
You know I'm terrified
Shh, here she comes
Give me the chance to dance romance
Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake
Oh, bad choice of words
But I'm not the gun
With silver bullets
And I can count (1, 2,3)
Plus I make great peanut butter & jelly sandwiches
Van Helsing
For richer or poorer
Through sickness and in health
'Til death do us part
'Til death do us part
You only live once
Well, not in our case
'Cause we live forever"
Since the song was playing so loud, she didn't hear the banging on her door, until the song ended. "It's only 8 am. Everyone wants me to stay and rest as they take care of everything in the building. Who could be banging on my door? Is it dad? But he was just here last night," Ana said titling her head. "Let's find out who is it."
Turning the stove off, she went to the door. Looking through the peephole, Ana couldn't stop her burst of laughter. "He looks pissed," she said between her snickers. Finally, she managed to control her laughter to open the door. "Good morning, Mr. Cree…uh… Grey. How can I help you?" Ana asked leaning against the door. She had the same smile on her face that a shark had before it eats its prey.
"We're business partners now. I thought we decided to forget about our past arguments… but then you send HIM to me," Christian said showing the ferret in the pet carrier bag.
"Him? But I ordered a female one," Ana said peeking at the carrier. "Hey, little one. You had fun?" she cooed at the ferret. The ferret replied in happy chatters of its own. Christian stared in disbelief as the female and the animal interacted. "I think you've been punished enough. You can leave him with me and I'll return him to the rescue shelter," Ana offered. "You had breakfast yet?" she inquired.
"What punishment are you talking about, you impossible woman?" Christian asked, puzzled.
"Come in! You can argue inside. So… breakfast?" Ana asked, limping inside.
Christian followed behind her, finally noticing the crepe bandage on her feet and other scars and wounds on Ana's knees, forehead, and cheek. "I heard you got into an accident. Are you okay now?" he asked politely.
"It was just a small accident," Ana waved her hand dismissively. "Let him out and have a seat."
"Now, tell me. What punishment were you talking about earlier?" he demanded taking a seat at the small breakfast nook.
"Because of you, I was sent back home like a child. When that didn't work, they suggested that I go to visit my uncle seconds after telling me that I needed to keep my feet up. All of this so that I wouldn't argue with you," Ana ranted. "So, I did what any rational person would do. I decided to take revenge," she finished, placing a plate in front of him.
Christian felt stunned for a second. "Okay. Let's say I understand your point of view, which I don't by the way, but why did you send me this offending rodent? You could have sent me a cat, instead. This creature ruined my three thousand dollar couch. It made a nest in there in just a few hours," Christian said shaking his head. "Thanks for the breakfast, though," he added taking a bite of the crepe.
"Ferrets are not rodents, actually," Ana said taking a seat in front of him. "They're classified as mustelidae… weasels. So, you can say the ferret is a distant cousin of the mouse," she informed.
"It's a family I didn't want to become closely acquainted with," Christian deadpanned.
"You're a billionaire, anyway. So, you can buy as many new couches as you want," she added offhandedly.
"That's not the point," Christian grumbled.
Ana started snickering. "I wish I could have seen your face at the time," she said.
Giving her a glare in answer, he went back to eating. "Thanks for the food. Why did you offer though? From what you said, I thought you hate me," he asked sipping on a cup of coffee.
"Hate is a strong word. I don't hate you. I just strongly dislike you," Ana explained.
"You're an adult. What kind of adult sends an animal to someone's house?" Christian asked scowling.
"Were you extremely frustrated?" Ana asked instead.
"Of course, I was."
"Then I'm satisfied," Ana replied with a smirk. That's when she noticed the ferret. It seemed really enamored with Christian, despite or perhaps because of his obvious antipathy. It had draped itself across the arm of the couch and pinned a love-struck gaze on him, even though he ignored the ferret. "I didn't think it would get attached in one night. I feel bad that he'll have to go back to the rescue."
"How does it work?" Christian asked, curious.
"The recue shelter gives pets for trial runs to see if the person can manage. If the person likes and bonds with the animal, they adopt them," Ana informed. "I would've kept him, but I don't have a proper place to keep his cage," she pouts.
Glancing behind him at the ferret who was giving him its version of puppy eyes, Christian sighed. "I guess… I guess I can keep him. He's not… all that bad. He was really cute last night," he smiled a little.
"Where did he sleep?" Ana asked.
"On my bed," he said, acting like it was no big deal.
Wide eyed, Ana stared at him. "Really?! Huh! I misjudged you. I thought you were a complete snob. I guess not," she said thoughtfully earning another glare from the man. "Anyways, where would you keep him? He might ruin more of your furniture if he doesn't have his own place," she warned.
"I have extra rooms at my penthouse. It won't take much to turn one of the rooms into his sanctuary," Christian muttered.
"Are you sure? You don't have to keep him."
"You did send him to me. I'll keep him, so that I can remember what YOU did and I can plan my revenge," he said raising his eyebrow.
Ana laughed and nodded. "Good luck. I'm the queen prankster. No one can top me."
"Is that so? You don't know me yet. It's a challenge, then. Let the best one win?" Christian said smugly.
"Awesome," Ana smirked back. Suddenly a thought came to her mind. "Wait… your surname is Grey, right? That's strange…. for the last few weeks, I've been meeting a lot of people with that same last name," she said, frowning.
"What do you mean?" Christian inquired distractedly as he looked around for the ferret.
"First, I met you. Then a few days later, I met a mother-daughter pair, lovely ladies, and then I had that accident with an older man's car. He also had the surname 'Grey'. Though he did turn out to be related to that mother-daughter," Ana laughed.
"Do you know their names?" Christian asked, pausing his search for his new pet.
"Grace Grey was the mother. She's a really kind lady. She reminded me of my mom. Mia Grey is her daughter, lovely girl, and Carrick Grey is her husband. He is such a prankster. For a lawyer, he was really cool," Ana said chuckling.
"What is happening? First, we met 3 times in 2 days, and then one by one, you met my family members? What the hell?!"
"YOUR FAMILY?! What?! Seriously?! How? I swear I didn't know they were related to you," Ana exclaimed in shock.
"That's okay. You had an accident with my dad's car? How did that happen? He's an excellent driver," he said talking a seat on the couch. He was having a hard time believing this. 'And why didn't I hear about it?' he wondered.
"It was actually my fault. I was going to your parent's house to deliver some books your mom had ordered. I don't know the area properly so I was looking down at my phone for Google maps when his car came around the corner. He managed to brake the car, but I didn't. Then… CRASH!" Ana exclaimed slapping her palms together dramatically. "I ended up with a sprained ankle and a concussion," she added with a grimace.
Christian felt a sudden rush of concern for the girl. 'Could it be… that her concussion made her do such a prank?!' he wondered. "You do know it wasn't my fault you were sent up here to rest, right?" he asked seriously.
"It was your fault," Ana insisted, joining him on the opposite end of the couch.
"Even if that's why you were sent up, it's for a good cause. Can you imagine what kind of image we would've cast for our subordinates if they saw us fighting publicly? We fight every time we meet. It doesn't look good in business," Christian scolded. Ana pouted in response. 'She's rather cute' Christian thought as he gazed at her fake cat ears.
Suddenly a smile graced Ana's face. She looked fairly excited. "How about we make a deal?" she suggested.
"What deal?" Christian inquired with a frown.
"We'll fight only when we're not near outsiders. For the outsiders, we can behave like friends," she proposed excitedly.
Thinking about the offer, Christian found himself nodding. "I like that idea. Let's do it," he said.
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Seeing Christian returning with the pet carrier, Taylor stood up straight and gave his boss a puzzled look. "Sir?" he asked.
Giving him a sheepish look, Christian said, "I'm keeping him."
"Really?!" Taylor asked in shock.
"He's not so bad… just a little mischievous," Christian said with a shrug.
"If you're sure, Mr. Grey. Was everything okay with… Ms. Steele?" Taylor asked opening the car door.
Christian rolled his eyes. "She's suffering from concussion caused by a recent accident," he said. "That's the only logical reason I can find for her behavior," he added entering the car.
"Why did she send this creature?" Taylor asked curious.
"Let's not talk about it. Anyways, go to the nearest pet store. I want to build a ferret habitat for this little one. I think… I should name it. I also need to contact that rescue shelter to complete the formalities to adopt him," Christian said.
"I think you should go to the rescue shelter first. Once you've formally adopted him, you can shop for the cages and stuff," Taylor suggested.
"Good idea. Oh… Taylor, we need to go to my parents' house after the shelter. It seems my dad had an accident a few days ago," Christian said.
"Accident, sir?"
"Hmm… I wonder why mom didn't tell me."
"Where did you hear about it?" Taylor asked, looking at Christian through the rearview mirror.
"Ms. Steele and dad were in that accident. She crashed into dad's car, from what she said," Christian informed. Taylor nodded in understanding.
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It took him close to 90 minutes to finish his business with the rescue shelter. The workers there were really fond of the ferret and they all wanted to say their goodbyes. By the time Christian finished signing all the paperwork, Taylor was loaded with soft toys for the ferret.
"Wow, this little fellow is more popular than that Justin Bieber guy," Taylor commented after he managed to get all the toys inside the trunk of the car. Christian smirked in response as he started going over the paper he had been given by the shelter. It held details on how to prepare a ferret cage.
Soon after, they went to Christian's parents' house. As soon as Taylor opened his car door, Christian headed inside, but not before telling Taylor, "Look after him."
"Welcome, Mr. Christian," Gretchen, his parents' housekeeper, said fluttering her eyelashes rapidly.
"Is something wrong with your eyes? Why are you blinking so rapidly?" Christian asked, frowning.
"Um… no," the woman looked confused by his question.
"Whatever… are mom and dad home?" Christian asked waving his hand.
"No, Mr. Christian. Mrs. Grey is on a 36 hours rotation this week starting today and Mr. Grey has some big case so he informed he will late. Mr. Elliot and Ms. Mia are home, though."
"Okay. Thanks," Christian headed straight to the game room knowing that's where he'd find his siblings. "Hey guys," he greeted entering the room where Mia and Elliot were playing some war game online while cursing loudly. "You are lucky that mom isn't home. She would've washed your mouths with soap," he commented as he took a seat behind them.
"Hey, Chris," Mia greeted without looking back.
"Hey, little bro. Join us, man. Some kid in China is kicking our asses," Elliot said whining.
Snickering, Christian replied, "Hell no! I'm not wasting my time playing games online. Mia, I heard dad was in an accident? Is he okay?"
"Dad's fine. Only Ana was hurt. Her bike crashed into dad's car," Mia informed, "Where did you hear it from though?"
"Ms. Steele told me," Christian answered.
Pausing the game, Mia turned around, "You know Ana?" she asked.
"MI -AA!" Elliot whined.
"Shush," she scolded her older brother before turning her attention to her other brother. "Tell me," she demanded.
"She's my new business partner. My publication house made a deal with her book store / library," Christian answered in a bored tone.
"How cool! Other than Elliot, all of us know Ana," Mia said grinning.
"Who's Ana?" Elliot asked, confused.
"Ice-cream girl," Christian replied with a smirk.
"Ice-cream girl? What do you mean?" Mia asked, puzzled.
"Don't worry about that. Concentrate on the game. That kid is still kicking our asses," Elliot said pointing at the screen and successfully distracting their sister. As soon as Mia turned to look at the screen, Elliot shot a smirk in his brother's direction, who rolled his eyes in answer.
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Christian returned home after spending a few hours with his siblings and another hour at the pet store. After letting Gail know about his decision to adopt Dodger, the ferret, Taylor and Christian spent the rest of the day putting together the large ferret habitat. They followed the instructions and blocked all the corners of the cage. They made a feeding area with water bowls on the left of the second floor of the cage. The sleeping area was on the same floor, along with a play area filled with soft toys and multiple hammocks. The third floor had another play area with a ball pit, a few hammocks, a few cat toys, and a large plastic tunnel that went through all the floors of the cage with entrances on every floor. On the lower floor, one side of the cage had a litter box and the other side had a large box of thinly cut paper that ferrets like to sleep on or inside, according to the shelter clerk. All three floors and each of the shelves had ramps between them. The floors and the ramps were covered with fleece liners.
Finally satisfied with the cage, Christian went to get Dodger. He was in the kitchen with Gail, chattering happily as if telling her about his day. Gail seemed to humor him and was saying "Really?", "Is that so?", and "that's interesting" at intervals.
Amused by the scene, Christian entered the kitchen. "I see you two have become friends," he commented with a smirk.
"I thought giving him attention would keep him busy. The new couch has arrived and been placed per instruction, Mr. Grey," Gail informed.
"They covered the underside and the underside has been boxed in?" Christian inquired.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Come on, Dodger. I'll take you to your new home." Holding Dodger by the scruff of his neck, Christian carried him to his new room. Taylor and Christian had added the old couch in this room for Dodger. "Here you go," he said placing Dodger inside the cage. Giving Christian a puzzled look, the ferret started exploring the cage. His excitement seemed to increase as he discovered each new thing. Finally, he seemed to decide to relax in one of the hammocks. Pleased that Dodger liked his new home, Christian and Taylor left after closing the cage.
"Did he like it?" Gail inquired curiously.
"He did. I want him to stay out when we're all home. Otherwise, he can stay in his cage. I don't want him to get hurt when we're not there to help. Mrs. Jones, you only have to make sure to check if he has water and food in there regularly during the day. I'll take care of the rest of his cage maintenance," Christian informed.
"I wouldn't mind taking care of his cage, Mr. Grey," Gail assured.
"I have no doubt that you wouldn't, Mrs. Jones, but I want to take care of him myself," Christian assured with a smile.
"So… we're spending hours chasing the new member of this apartment," Taylor stated with a sardonic smirk causing Christian to nod in agreement.
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