A/N: in case you hadn't read the edited note in the last part I added it the info here too-

So this is technically a one-shot, but I'm terrible at separating parts of stories when they are in one document so over the next few days I'll post the "one shot" in a few different parts, which technically doesnt make it a one shot anymore, but just go with it. :)

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The three Grey children, Elliot; Christian; and Mia, along with siblings Kate and Ethan Kavanagh, and only child Anastasia Steele, have grown up together and, as adults, share holidays, get-togethers, and milestones as a group. So, when the group all got a text message to meet at the Grey's childhood home at 7:00pm sharp, it was only natural for all of them wonder what the big news was this time.

The group of six friends and their three sets of parents arrived at the Grey residence on time, but, alas, no sign of the news breaker. So, they congregate in the main living area with glasses of wine to busy themselves with.

"Where is she? she told us to be here at seven sharp and its quarter past." Mia sits, her legs antsy, as she sips her wine that her mother, Grace, just served.

"Leave it to Annie to be late. You know when she tells you a time to add thirty minutes to it." Anastasia's father, Ray, chuckles.

"I wonder if she got that promotion..." Kate offers. Anastasia has been hoping for a promotion at the publishing company she is currently with, but her asshole boss has refused to promote her above personal assistant.

Christian shakes his head, the thought of that fucker pissing him off. "No, there's no way that's going to happen. She needs to find a new job and tell that asshole to go fuck himself."

Christian's words cause Grace to roll her eyes at her middle child. He has always been her most serious, but most straight forward child and although she prayed that one day he'd find his filter, he never has.

"Maybe she and José are moving in together?" Elliott offers, but feels it is doubtful.

"It's only been three months." Carla, Anastasia's mother, responds. "She wouldn't do that, would she?" She peers up at her husband, worried her daughter was going to derail her life for someone she barely knew.

Before anyone can respond, the sound of the door opening and closing can be heard, along with footsteps in the foyer. Anastasia Steele finally appears holding the hand of her boyfriend, José Rodriguez, a smile on both of their faces.

"About damn time, Steele. Give us the news! We're starving!"

Anastasia tries giving Ethan a playful scowl, but can't keep the grin off her face.

"Are you sure you're ready?" She plays with them, causing all of them to groan and urge her to tell them.

Suddenly, her left hand appears beside her face, showing a beautiful, antique ring wrapped around her third finger. "We're engaged!"

A mixture of happiness, confusion, and disapproval erupts in the room, causing a little chaos.

"Oh, honey... I, um, are you sure?" Carla wants to be happy for her daughter, but it feels fast. Why is she wanting to get married so quickly?

Anastasia looks hurt and it breaks Carla's heart. She doesn't want her daughter to remember this special day being ruined by her own mother.

"Mom? Aren't you happy for us?" Anastasia grips José's hand tighter, doing her best to hold back her tears.

"Well, of course we are, Annie," Ray pipes in, trying not to upset her further, "we just worry that it's so soon. It's only been a few months. We just want to make sure you're happy." He gives her a genuine dad smile, his eyes wrinkling at the corners.

"When you know, you know." She responds simply, shrugging her shoulders. She and José's relationship has been going so well and they share the same goals and hopes for the future. She feels content about their decision and she hopes that the rest of the crew will accept them.

Elliot stands from his seat, eager for the awkwardness to dissipate. "Alright then! Cheers to the happy couple!"

Cheers fill the room as glasses of wine are shoved into the couple's hands, allowing them to complete the toast. Soon, lots of hugs, congratulations, and smiles are exchanged.

As Anastasia pulls away from her hug with Ethan, she notices they were missing someone. "Where's Christian?"

Grace nods toward the back patio doors. "He slipped out."

Worried, Anastasia excuses herself from the others and makes her way to the back porch, determined to make sure Christian is okay. She knows that he isn't the best with large crowds, even when it is the people he knows and loves.

"Christian?" She calls, squinting into the dark.

"Yea."

Turning towards his voice, she finds his tall, dark form outlined by the moonlight, the large pond with its halo of woods sparking behind him. Looking for any sign of unease, she watches him for a beat. His stature is tall and stiff looking, but it always is. He doesn't move from his place, nor look back at her. She sees he was still wearing his workwear from earlier in the day, sans a suit jacket, his Armani shoes sparkling just as much as the water from below. He looks perfect. For some reason, that has always been important to him. Perfectionist, control freak Christian. Perfectly imperfect.

She sighs. In his hand she spots a whiskey. Whiskey is never good.

"Are you okay?" She slowly makes her way up to him, hoping he won't chastise her for her decision to marry.

He stands there for a moment, mulling over her words, keeping his eyes on the water and woods below. Is he okay?

When he finally looks down at her, he finds her sparkling clear blue eyes looking up at him, hopeful. His heart gives a painful lurch.

He swirls his whiskey, giving himself a second. "You know how I am with people."

She releases the breath she doesn't realize she had been holding. "I know." She hoped his anxiety with people would get better with time but the man was 26 years old and he still hadn't outgrown it. Yet, he managed to grow his company even with that against him. He had become the youngest billionaire in Seattle and his company is still growing.

After a moment of quiet between the two she takes his hand between hers. Something she has always done since he could remember. It meant she was going to ask something of him. It never bothered him because he noticed this was something she only did with him. The two of them have always had such a sweet relationship. He seemed to always be more gentle when it came to her and her feelings and she seemed to keep her sweetest smiles and deepest secrets for him.

"Christian..."

He can't help, but chuckle and the well-known melody in her voice.

"Yeeeesssss?" His response is drawn out and playful, knowing where she is going.

"I was hoping you could help me with something."

"I figured."

"Well... see, José's family dances really well and I don't," she scowls when he coughs, trying to hold back a laugh, "aaaand I know that you dance like a dream so I was hoping you could give me some dance lessons to surprise them all for our first dance?"

His breath escapes him in a rush, a little exasperated that it's wedding related already, but looking down at her the feeling vanishes. Those damn blue eyes. She could get away with murder with those things. "You sure?"

"Please?" She gave him her sweetest smile and batted her pretty blue eyes, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering against her skin. How has he never noticed how long they are?

"Ugh, fine." He throws he head back like it is such a hard decision. "I better get out my steel-toed boots."

"Christian!" She smacks his arm. "I'm not that heavy!"

Laughing, he puts his arms up. "I hadn't meant to offend your weight, love, just your dancing. You are light as a feather." Grabbing her hand, he lifts it above her head, trying to get her to spin, but failing miserably. Tripping over her own feet, Christian finds himself having to catch her midfall. "Better start those lessons soon, then?" He mentions, placing her upright.

"Probably should have started last week..." She responds laughing, leading him back into the house for dinner.