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Chapter 21
"You are my soul mate, yours is the face I want to wake up to every day for the rest of my life. Your generous and loving spirit has made its way into my heart, and there is no way I am letting go. I love you with everything that I am and want to make you happy for the rest of your life. Anastasia, my love, will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband…will you marry me?"
Holy crap on a cracker, he just asked me to marry him. I love this man, I really do. I'm not even sure I am going to be able to speak enough to answer him. Get your shit together Steele and answer the man already.
"Yes, Christian. I will marry you. Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He has the biggest smile on his face combined with some tears too. I feel his hand trembling as he slips on the ring. As he stands, he lifts me up and begins to swing me around. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him.
"I love you, Christian. So much."
"I love you, Ana. You've made me the happiest man alive, baby."
I stare down at this boulder that encapsulates my ring finger. It's absolutely breathtaking. I do not even want to know how much this cost him. I've been trying very hard to not think about his wealth but considering I'm with him practically 24/7, I am constantly reminded of it. I vaguely am aware there is celebrating going on. I hear Elliott and Keegan whistling and the distinct pop of a champagne bottle being opened. Christian brings me back to earth as I feel my feet touch the floor. My sisters, Kate and Mia's bum rush me and nearly knock me down in the process in their effort to congratulate me. Christian catches me before I fall on my ass.
"Oh my god, you're getting married," Harper screams and we jump up and down like a couple of schoolgirls. The reality hasn't yet sunk in, but I'm fucking ecstatic. One by one each member of our family hugs and congratulates us. My father has tears in his eyes which I was not expecting at all. Grace is a blubbering mess.
"Baby girl, I am so happy for you, and I know you've found the perfect man for you. When he came to ask mom and me for our blessing, I made it clear that I was trusting him with your heart and to take care of you. If I find out different, I will kick his ass from here to Timbuktu. I don't care his father is my partner and best friend. I love you, Ana."
"Oh daddy, I love you too. Thank you for giving him your blessing. I love him, and I trust him with my heart so please don't worry. He's a good man and he'd never do anything to hurt me."
Once everyone has offered their congratulations, glasses of champagne are passed around. I hear Carrick clinking his glass again. He must do that a lot because he's not bad at it. My luck I'd break the damn glass.
"Everyone, please gather round. Christian and Ana, please join me," Carrick enthusiastically states.
We join Carrick at the entrance of the room, and I take my place next to Christian. Holy fuck we're getting married. Someone pinch me because I can't believe it's real.
"As a parent, you always want the best for your children. Grace and I are proud of all of our children equally, I know Ray and Carla would agree. Nothing makes you happier than to know your kids are happy. Not everyone is blessed to find the one person they wish to spend their life with. When I heard that, Christian had a girlfriend…well, let's just say it was unexpected. Even more so when I found out, it was one of the daughters of my partner. Regardless it gives us the perfect reason to continue celebrating. Everyone, please raise your glasses. Christian, Anastasia, you are surrounded by a family, not three separate families but one. On behalf of the entire family, we wish you a long, happy and loving life together. To Christian and Ana. Cheers."
Christian and I quickly down our champagne and quickly refill our glasses. He is so getting laid tonight.
We stand arm in arm talking with our family for a while longer when I realize I'm feeling a little tipsy from the champagne. Tipsy usually leads to horny, so I pull Christian down to whisper in his ear.
"Mr. Grey, you will be getting the blowjob of a lifetime when we get home. I'm going to let you fuck me seven ways to Sunday."
Christian chokes on his drink, and I hear Elliott and Keegan snicker.
"Anastasia, do you even know how to whisper?" Christian inquires.
"Why, what do you mean? I whispered in your ear just now."
The three of them are laughing hysterically, "Bro, you're going to have a good time tonight," Keegan jokes.
"Baby, I love you more than life itself, but you suck at whispering about as much as you do trying to sneak up on me." He gives me a peck on the forehead.
"Itty bitty, you never seize to amaze me. Just when I think I've got you figured out…" Elliott says trying not to laugh.
"Oh shut it you two. Don't you have other people you need to go harass and embarrass?"
I get a hug and kiss on the cheek from them, and they scurry off to find Harper and Kate. We stick around for another thirty minutes before Christian realizes I'm about ready to fall asleep standing up.
"Let me text Taylor to bring the car around and we'll go home, baby."
"Okay. I'm fucking exhausted." I can't keep from yawning.
We arrive back at Escala and after a little cap nap in the car, I'm raring to go. I drag Christian to our bedroom, tossing pieces of clothing as I go. By the time we reach the bed, I'm naked, and he's standing there with a giant hard on but completely clothed.
"Umm...hello Mr. Grey. You need to remove all clothing of articles if you plan to use that …I mean articles of clothing."
"Ana, do you realize how low a tolerance you have for alcohol? How many glasses did you have?"
I hold four fingers out and wave at him, "That many."
He chuckles, "You're fucking adorable, Anastasia."
He pushes me backward on the bed. My feet don't touch the floor, so when I bounce back, my legs fly up, and I end up kicking him square in the balls.
"Uh. Oh, my...my fucking balls." Christian struggles to breathe as he keels over on the floor holding himself.
"Jesus fuck Christian. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Christ, what can I do babe?"
He continues to roll around on the floor holding his balls. What if this makes him sterile? Do you think that can happen? A friend of mine in college said her boyfriend became sterile when he was wrestling, and the guy kneed him in the balls. She said they swelled up like a couple of grapefruits. That can't actually happen, right? Maybe I should Google it. Where the fuck is my phone?
Christian continues lying in the fetal position moaning for a few minutes when I hear him talking to himself, and it's some funny shit.
"Legs? Yep, they've got feeling."
"Arms? Yup. They're there, too."
"Torso, check in! Yep, all systems go."
"Um...junk? We're alive, captain. Not happy, but alive."
I couldn't help myself, and I busted out laughing. I always say he is a funny guy, but most people don't believe me. Go figure all it takes is a swift kick in the nuts.
"Are you going to continue rolling around laughing or are you going to help me up?"
"I'm so sorry babe. I honestly did not mean for that to happen. Are your nuts okay? They're not going to swell up like a grapefruit, and you are going to be sterile, right? I mean I know we just got engaged, and I'm not looking to have kids tomorrow, but ..."
I hear something that sort of sounds like a laugh but more like a groan and a chuckle.
"No baby, I think they will be just fine. Thank you for your concern, though. I need to take a closer look; I'll be right back."
I watch as he gingerly walks to the bathroom. Well, I guess I'll just wait here...naked.
Why the hell is it so fucking bright in here? I roll over, and the clock reads 10 am. Mother fucker, we freaking fell asleep. Seriously, who does that the night they get engaged? We should have been celebrating like it was 1999. I feel around for Christian, but there's nothing. I shoot out of bed like my ass is on fire worried because I don't remember him even coming to bed last night. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep. Duh, ya think, Ana?
I grab my robe. Why you ask? I am still butt ass naked, and I will get a severe ass whoopin if I venture into the main part of the apartment without being properly clothed. The first time I did it was really an innocent mistake. I had on only my bra and panties...I thought we were alone; however, Keegan came over, and I didn't know this. He was standing at the counter reading something in the kitchen. His back was to me and to be fair when Christian and Keegan have their back turned you cannot tell them apart. Me, being...well me, I go flying into the kitchen and jump on Christian and wrap my legs around him. Yeah, it wasn't Christian. I quickly realized it but was a little too late when I heard a throat clear behind me. I went stiff as Keegan turned around with me on his back like a fucking spider monkey and him holding onto my legs. Christian's face got red, Keegan dropped my ass like a hot fucking potato and took off running. I found the two of them rolling around on the floor in the media room, one had a black eye, the other a bloody nose.
That was the first time Christian pulled me across his knee and spanked me. Sure, I felt like a little kid, but that feeling dissipated pretty damn quick when I realized that I was seriously turned on by it. We've had some of the best sex when I get punished. Don't tell Christian, but sometimes I just do stupid shit so he will spank me.
I hear voices coming from Christian's office, so I tip toe...yes I actually tip-toed this time. I stand outside his door, which is cracked a tad, and realize that he is on the phone with his mom. The one-sided conversation went a bit like this...
"Mom is this swelling going to go down. I couldn't sleep at all last night so I sat in the chair with a fucking bag of ice on my nut sack all night."
"Sorry, on my testicles."
"So you do think I should have someone look at it? Do I just go to the ER...are you working today?"
"Okay, I'll wait to Anastasia wakes up and then we'll meet you there."
"I will. I love you too. Thanks, mom."
I gasp hearing this. Oh, my god...I broke his balls! I broke his balls, and we're never going to be able to have kids. Oh my God, will his dick still work if his balls are broke? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…
"Anastasia, what are you doing out there?"
Shit! I push the door open and lean around the corner.
"Umm, I was looking for you. I heard you on the phone, so I was waiting until you were finished before coming in." That sounds believable, right?
"Okay. Well come in and have a seat please."
I walk tentatively towards his desk, trying to maintain a happy disposition but failing miserably, I'm sure. I give him a kiss and sit my ass on his desk in front of him, my legs straddling his.
"Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" He smiles, but it is not the typical Christian Grey smile.
"I did babe. How about you? You look like you didn't sleep a wink."
"No, I didn't sleep very much. When I came out of the bathroom, you were sprawled out across the bed. I tried to climb in next to you, but I couldn't get comfortable so I went to the library and stretched out on the chaise."
"Love, what is wrong with your balls? You are in obvious pain. Are they broken? I broke them, didn't I. I am so so sorry. I really didn't mean to kick you."
This is really bumming me out, I feel awful. I don't like seeing him in pain and knowing I'm the cause.
"I was talking with mom, and she said I need to go to the ER and have someone check me out. The left one is really swollen and not to be graphic, but it has turned a lovely shade of dark blue. She offered to come over, but I shut that shit down quick. I do not need my mother checking out my junk at my age. Doctor or not, she's my mom."
I giggle, "I understand. I wouldn't want my mom or dad anywhere near my vag. What can I do to help you? Are you hungry, I can fix you something. Do you need help getting dressed?"
"Thank you, baby, but I'm not hungry. Actually, I feel quite nauseous. I put these sweat pants on because there is no fucking way I can squeeze these balls in a pair of jeans or slacks. I did manage to put my Calvin's on, and that helps a bit with pain. You need to eat some breakfast and get dressed so we can go the hospital. Taylor is off today so Sawyer will have to drive."
"No, I can drive. We don't need Sawyer, do we?"
"No, you are not driving. We need security because the hospital will be a mad house since it's the day after a holiday. Taylor will kick my ass if we go without Sawyer or Ryan. I want to take the Q7 since I won't have to move too much to get in and out."
I know his game. He hates driving with me, so this is a good excuse for him to keep me from getting behind the wheel of his precious Audi. I quickly realized that Mr. Control Freaks control issues go far beyond typical and into the extreme especially when it comes to him being a passenger in a car...that I'm driving.
I eat a quick bowl of oatmeal and get dressed in less than twenty minutes. That's a goddamn record for me. Sawyer is waiting for us when I finish. Christian takes hold of my hand and limps slowly into the elevator.
We reach our destination after a quick twenty-minute drive. Surprisingly traffic wasn't bad. Sawyer pulls up to the ER doors and gets out to help Christian out of the SUV. He tells us he'll be right in as soon as he parks the car. We're not to move.
The three of us hobble through the automatic doors, and the hospital stench hits me. Ugh. I fucking hate hospitals. Luckily there aren't too many people here right now so I take that as a good sign he'll get seen quickly. After I get Christian settled, I check in with the nurse at the desk. She hands me a bunch of paperwork that he needs to fill out so I take a seat next to him. He's not looking too good. His color is really pale, and he seems a little out of it. I call Grace really quick to see if she is available to come to the ER. She tells me she'll be down in five minutes.
I have to fill out the paperwork because Christian can't seem to keep his eyes open. I take the completed forms back to the intake nurse, and when I turn back around, I see Christian slumped over. Holy mother fucking shit balls! I yell for Sawyer, and he comes running. I sit down next to him and pull him back so he doesn't fall off the chair and onto his face. Grace is coming around the corner as this scene is taking place. Her eyes are bugging out of her head when she realizes that Christian has passed out. She yells for a gurney and a few nurses, and another doctor comes haulin ass out the double doors where the patient beds are.
I'm fucking freaking out by now. I do not do well in situations like this. With my anxiety issues, I start to hyperventilate. Once, when Harper and I were four or five, we thought it would be fun to help dad with the trash cans. I put her in a can and started dragging her and the can to the end of the driveway. What I didn't realize, because I was a fucking little kid who shouldn't have been fucking around with trash cans, the driveway was not level. It had sunk where two pieces met, so when I was pulling her, the can got caught on the uneven concrete and tipped backward with her in it. She cracked her head open, and blood was gushing. I remember screaming my head off trying to get someone's attention. My dad came out and realized what happened and called for mom to bring some towels. Harper was doing that crying where nothing comes out until all the sudden it's an ear piercing scream. I was balling, my mom was a little panicked, but Raymond Steele was cool under pressure. She ended up with five stitches in the back of her head and sure as shit, Harper will never let me live that down.
Alright, back to Christian and his ball situation. After Sawyer had helped get Christian on the gurney, they took him back right away. It was obvious something was seriously wrong. I feel like such a shit bag for this whole situation. Grace is trying to calm me down and telling Sawyer to get me a chair, so I don't pass out. God help us when we have kids, and they get hurt. No doubt I'll be the puss parent. I'm okay if it happens to me but when it's someone else that is a whole other story. By now, Christian has come to and asking what the fuck is going on. I see Grace cringe when he talks like. She's always riding all the boys about their language.
"Christian, babe. You're in the ER. You passed out while we were sitting out front. Your mom is here too."
He looks around me to make sure. She's standing at the end of his bed talking to another doctor. The nurses are busy starting an IV and working on getting him some pain medication. I kiss him lightly on his lips and get out of the way.
"Ana, honey. They are going to take him for an ultrasound. I'll go with him, but you stay here with Sawyer. He won't be gone long," Grace tells me.
"Okay. We'll be here when you get back." I squeeze Christian's hand, and he gives me a little smile.
"I love you, baby. I'll be here waiting."
"Love you too, call my brothers, will you?"
"Oh sure. I'll do that right now."
Some guy and a few nurses wheel him away. I take out my phone and call Keegan first. He doesn't answer so I call Harper. Shit. She's not answering either. I leave a message for her to call me then I call Elliott. He picks up right away. I tell him what's going on, and he's already yelling for Kate to put her shoes on. He'll be here in less than thirty minutes. I'm antsy waiting for him to come back. It's been more than a half hour when my phone vibrates. It's Harper. I fill her in, and she tells me they not far so they'll be here soon.
I pace back and forth in this little fucking room, clearly driving Sawyer nuts. I ask him if this is normal when you get hit in the balls. He tells me it is not necessarily normal, but every guy is different. Everybody reacts differently to pain and injury. That did nothing to soothe my anxiety.
We hear a commotion down the hall. I know it's his brothers without a doubt. I see the boys, Harper and Kate moving quickly toward us.
"What the fuck is going on, Ana?" Elliott asks.
I explain to them what happened last night and this morning. Elliott and Keegan cringe as I explain. Girls can't relate to this just as I'm sure guys can't relate to our girly issues.
"Ana, there is a shit ton of paparazzi out there. Someone here at the hospital must have alerted the press," Harper says.
"Seriously? God damn it. Why can't they just fuck off? Sawyer, you need to figure this out. If Taylor gets wind of this, your ass is grass buster," I tell him.
"Alright. You stay here. Do not leave this room. Understand, Ana? I'm serious. You two…" He points to Keegan and Elliott, "Make sure she doesn't move."
"No problem. We're not going anywhere," Keegan assures him.
Another thirty minutes' pass, and he's still not back. What the ever loving fuck is taking so long. I'm a nervous wreck, and my anxiety level is off the fucking chart when Grace comes waltzing back in.
"Keegan, Elliott, hi. I'm sorry it's taking so long. There was a backup in ultrasound. He should be back in a few minutes," Grace tells us, and she kisses her boys. She lets us know that she doesn't read the ultrasound so we will need to be patient a bit longer until the results come back. Christian is not in any pain since he's been giving pain medication.
We hear laughing echoing in the hall and see Christian being wheeled back. Whatever was said has the nurses cracking up. We move out of the room so they can maneuver his bed back in place. The nurse hooks him back up to a few monitors and tells him to behave and that she'll be back to check on him soon.
"Hi, baby baby. You look fucking good, Anastaaassiaa."
Oh good lord, what have they given this man? He's out of it. I'm glad he's not in pain, but he's fucking high as a kite. I look at the nurse and ask her what he's on. He decides to answer really loudly, "I dunno but it's fucking awesome." We all bust up laughing so loud that Grace has to come shut the door so we don't disrupt any of the other patients.
We sit and listen to Christian and his narcotic induced ramblings for a good hour before the doctor comes in.
"Mr. Grey, I'm Dr. Stephens. I have the results of your ultrasound and blood work."
AN: Sorry for the long wait. Best laid plans don't always pan out. I spent one week of my time off school sick with the flu and in no mood to write. I've been crazy busy with work so my mojo was non existent. Not sure when I will be able to update again but I hope you hang in there regardless. Thanks for all the feedback. Like I've said before, if you don't like it don't read it, don't bother leaving a review either. This story is not for everyone, I know that, but it's no reason to be an ass.