Hey loves! This is my new Fifty Shades spin off. This story is based off the book, and it is placed right after the blackmail incident with Jack. In my story, however, there is no pregnancy. The fight they had previous to Jack kidnapping Mia was about Ana almost getting pregnant by forgetting to go to Dr. Greene. I plan on making this story as long or longer than the last.

As always, Fifty Shades of Grey, and everything associated with it belongs to E. L. James. Thank you guys for everything! Enjoy!

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Christian's arm tightens around mine as he gently lowers me into the warm bubbles of the bath he drew. I can't help but let a small groan of pain out as my behind hits the tub. Christian lowers himself to where he's on his knees, facing me.

"Ana?"

Worry laces his voice. It's been this way for a week, and I'd wish he'd see that I'm okay. That I'm better. But he doesn't see it that way, and in all honesty, I'm shocked he hasn't already gone to whichever jail cell Jack is rotting in and beaten him to death. Admittedly; I'd already day dreamed of it.

"I'm okay." I grab his arm with my hand, squeezing tightly.

I make him leave me alone eventually, so he won't be able to stare at the cuts and bruises. I shave carefully, wash my body with my new soap Kate gave me in her get-well-soon basket, dry off, and wrap my robe tightly around me before heading into the living room.

Gales in the kitchen cooking dinner as I walk past her to the couch Christian is slumped in. He's wearing a blue shirt and grey sweatpants, practically the same outfit he's been in for a week. When he see's me, he stands up and walks over to me, grabbing my hands and once again, helping me sit. He wraps my blanket around my shoulders and then sits down.

I know deep down it isn't just the incident that's caused him to become so gentle and clingy, but because of our fight, thankfully; however, Dr. Greene put me on the pill the second my results came back negative. I've recovered from the fight. Christian has not. He swears up and down that if the results were positive that he would've taken care our baby, and still loved me. Still, part of me wonders if that's true. Would he have stayed or would we have fallen apart at the seems? Hmm.

Gale's voice interrupts my distant wondering. "Breakfast is ready." Oh thank God. Food.

Christian quickly stands up, stretches, and reaches his hand for mine. I accept and have him support me as my achy legs un-coil themselves from beneath me. His eyes look so different, it's the new topic of discussion between me and my inner goddess. Behind the tired and the depressed, the rage and the hate, his eyes are full of love- love that I've never seen before. It makes me crazy. If I felt good enough I could only imagine staring into those eyes as he made love to me. Sadly, everything still aches.

I sit down at the bar next to Christian as Gale handed us each a meal. Christian gets eggs, bacon, and toast. I get oatmeal and a banana. "Thank you so much Gale." I smiled and hold the bowl between my hands. The heat feels so good.

Christian chuckles quietly, a sound that's music to my ears. "Hmm?"

"You're adorable." He takes a sip of his organs juice and winks at me.

Adorable? Did Christian just call me adorable? "I'm adorable?" I sit my bowl back onto the counter top.

"Mhm." His lips leave the glass. "You've been rather cute lately. You know, with not being able to disobey me, always being sleepy, and such,"

"Disobey you?" I sit up and fold my arms. "When did I ever do that?" My inner goddess is awake, sitting at the table, wine in her hand.

He smirks. "I can think of a few times. Now eat." His eyes shift down to his plate and he begins eating.

I start stirring my oatmeal with my spoon, even though my mind is far from food. We haven't been intimate in is long… two and a half weeks without Christian Grey's touch is longer than I've ever gone. I will have to make a sexy plan up for when I feel better. For now I eat. My stomach howls in appreciation as Gale's warm brown sugar oats slide down my dry throat.

The oatmeal is gone before I know it. Gale takes our dishes and heads to the kitchen while Christian and I make our way back to the living room. I am shocked to see notebooks and his computer sitting there. Is he coming out of his slump? He must notice my curious eyes as we sit down. "I'm going back on Wednesday." He answers my silent question.

"Oh that's wonderful!" My Christian is coming back! But when do I get to come back? "When do I get to go back to work?"

He releases my arm and sighs. "If I had it my way, not until that piece of shit burns in he-"

"Christian!" I yank my arm away and scowl.

"What? He kidnapped my sister and tried fucking my wife. He then proceeded to almost kill you." His tone is one I haven't heard in a while.

I swallow loudly. "What do you think will happen to him? Where even is he?" I've wondered this many times, but have always forced the thought out of my head.

"He's in the ADX, Florence Colorado. Because of everything he did, the blackmail to every assistant, the kidnapping, the fire, Mia, the helicopter, breaking in… I was able to get him into the maximum security prison, also because I know the son of the warden." He smirks.

"Why would you want maximum security?" I am genuinely confused.

He shifts his weight to where he is facing me now. "Not because of the security part, but because of the isolation. Inmates there are locked up for twenty-three hours a day. They get one hour outdoors, but seldom see another inmate. So my hopes are that, that fucker goes mad and rots away." His smile is wide, but his eyes are black. I nod and look away. Part of me feels like the ADX is a little much… until I remember the heartache and fear I felt when Christian's helicopter crashed. For once in my life I have to agree with him. That fucker deserves to rot in isolation. He grabs my thigh and squeezes. "I'm just going to respond to some emails and make a call. After that we can do whatever you want."

Whatever I want? Thats nearly impossible because of my pain. I'm just happy he's been catching up on work on the couch, I'm liking all this attention. "Okay." Is my small reply before he opens his laptop.