Hey guys! Here is, finally, the long-awaited chapter three. My apologies, parent teacher conferences really took all my free time away! As always, characters belong to E.L. James. Thanks for all your kind words, follows, and favorites! Enjoy!

"What are you smiling about?"

"Ah!" I nearly jump out of my seat and throw my hand over my heart. "Christian!"

Him and Gail laugh as he sits down at the bar next to me, placing a small kiss on my check. "Didn't mean to startle you. What's for dinner?" He looks down at my plate.

Gail comes closer and smiles warmly. "Mrs. Grey requested pizza tonight."

Christian chuckles. "Sounds perfect."

I can't believe I didn't even hear him come in... it's probably because I've been lost thinking about last night. Finally making love, watching him... watching Star Wars, and those eyes... I close mine to picture them. Christian sits down beside me as Gail places quite possibly the most alluring piece of pizza I've ever seen. On a thin crust lies Brie and Feta, thin sliced apples, baby spinach, and pepperonis. I bite down after Christian and I toast with our Chardonnay.

"Oh my god." I say with a full mouth. "Gail this is..."

Christian cuts me off. "Delicious." He likes it as much as I do.

She blushes and smiles wider. "Thank you. Have a good dinner." And walks off towards the laundry room.

We eat in silence mostly, only talking about how my evening nap was and how mine and Mia's ransom sorry has made Seattle front pages nonstop since it's happened. It makes me sick to my stomach having my face on so many magazines and newspapers and websites and broadcasts. I shudder.

Christian looks my way. "You okay?"

I scrunch up my nose. "When do you suppose I won't be the topic of discussion anymore?"

He laughs loudly. "You're a Grey. Get used to it."

I meet his eyes and glair. "No."

"Now normally if you would have said that" he pushes his plate way and starts running one finger up my neck. He stops and lifts my chin up. "I would spank you."

Oh my. I swallow audibly loud as my inner goddess chokes on her pizza. "Oh."

His smirk is something devious. "Come. Let's go to our bedroom."

My jaw drops half a foot. I don't know if I'm physically prepared for more sex. "Christain, I don't think my body can handle-"

"Shh." He places a finger over my lips and helps me stand up.

He is quiet as we walk to our bedroom, but I can see his smile every time I glance up at him. What is this man planning to do with me? The door opens and my eyes at once fly to the newly made bed, covered with gift bags. "Er, Christain?" He finally meets my glance.

We walk through the door and he closes it. "I went shopping for you, for us." He leans against the door and gestures with his hand for me to go to the bed.

I shake my head. "I don't like surprises; I don't like you spending money on me." I stand my ground and don't move.

He smirks. "Well, I do, and I told us."

I groan. "Fine." And walk over to the bed. He joins me and helps me sit down gently on the edge.

Staring at the bags makes me want to puke. There's a total of five, all in 'GREY ENTERPRIZES' black bags with blue ribbons. I don't even know when he wen't shopping, unless I really did sleep in as lomg as he claimed I did. His face isn't like it normally is when he gives me things, this time it's twisted in a way, but I choose to ignore it as to not start a pointless argument.

"Well, open them." He sits down next to me.

"Why are they all in grey ent-"

"Because I didn't want you to guess what I got before you even opened it."

Once again, I narrow my eyes at him. "You play the game well, Mr. Grey."

"And you love how I play with you, Mrs. Grey." He reaches over and grabs the smallest bag and places it on my lap. "Open this one first."

I take the bag in my hands and pull the blue ribbon off. "I really hate surprises,"

"I know."

I reach in and grab a box. It's about the size of my hand and decently heavy. He looks at me in anticipation, so I open the box. "Oh." I pull out a perfume. Okay, not what I was expecting- usual for Christain. It's a square shape, a champagne pink, and called Midnight Romance. I become excited, I have always adored perfumes, especially ones that look so elegant. The top comes off and I spray some on my wrist. The aroma fills the air, and I am in heaven. It smells so florally and sweet, like raspberries and flowers, yet like linen all at once. "This is-" I shake my head; I don't know what to say.

He laughs. "I thought you'd like it. Now open this one." He hands me a much bigger bag and takes the last bag off my lap. He sets the perfume down in between us.

I let the ribbon fall to the ground and pull out something wrapped this time. It's either clothes or something similar and is wrapped up in a thin sheet of white wrapping paper. Who uses white wrapping paper? I try to think of places that wrap of gifts for you but come out empty handed. I tear the paper easily and pull out a red garment. Holding it up makes it very clear what it is. Red lingerie. But not like the usual kind he buys me. Usually, they're corsets with all the accessories. This one is gorgeous; knee-length, red, and designed with beautiful lace details that make me feel much too fancy. But it's gorgeous. "Thank you." I hand him the baby doll and blush.

Christain folds it up and places it next to the perfume. I let the bag fall to the ground as he places another bag upon my lap.

This one is noticeably heavier. I open it and gasp. "Christain!" I scold, holding up a Michael Khors purse I eyed last month. "Why!?" Horror is written all over my face.

"Because you wanted it," He leans over and kisses my cheek. "and because gifts are given in my family when you're sick."

I say shake my head. "Sure, when I was sick Ray would bring me home some good food and a small surprise. But he would bring me a book from the library or a notebook to journal in, not a purse, Christain! Ugh!" I can feel him chuckling silently beside me. "What did Grace do for you when you were sick then?" I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs. "I never actually got sick having her as my guardian, but when I got the stomach flu once, Carrick decided a weekend in Aspen would cure me."

I stop my mouth from dropping and decide to open the remaining bags. The last two bags are lighter, and they both contained 'spa' day items. He got two body scrubs, bath bubbles, Epsom salts, candles, bath bombs, and two robes that match. My robe is a light burgundy, ankle length, and has my initials sown on. Christain's is the same, except a darker burgundy with his initials. I suppress my urge to scold him for all these things and set them aside, thanking him once again. He kisses my cheek and heads for his office to return a call. Now I'm alone, surrounded by gifts. I wonder if there's some deep down, fifty-shades-of-fucked-up reason that the way he shows love, besides sex, is buying me things. I shake my head. I am too full and too tired for this. I push my robe out of the way and lie down.

Again, THANK YOU. I'm sorry it's so short but chapter four will be here in 1-2 days!