Chapter 26

Not sure when Christian finished his verbal assault and came back to the bedroom, but I know that he came in to find me sprawled out in the middle of the bed in my sexy lingerie.

No bang bang for you. So sowry!

The Next Day

I am dead to the world when I feel something... soft, warm and wet between my legs. Slowly, I peek through one eye to see the source of my interrupted sleep. Low and behold, I see beautiful gray eyes staring up at me. Who doesn't love a little cunnilingus in the morning, right?

How fucking odd is the word cunnilingus... what about fellatio? It's so proper sounding like penis and vagina. There must be a hundred ways to say fellatio without saying fellatio…blowjob, BJ, giving head, cock gobbling, sucking off, blowing the love whistle, mouth fucking, knob job, licking the lollipop, slobbin the knob, mouth to junk resuscitation, playing the pink oboe, sampling the sausage, pulling a Lewinski, sucking dick, meeting with Mr. One Eye. I could go on but you get the idea.

"Good morning my love," I whisper, not wanting to throw off his concentration.

All I get is a grunt and a wink.

Christian continues his attack on my clit and I lay concentrating on the tightness building in my loins. My mind starts to wander and I can't turn it off because I have a shit ton of things to do. I can't help wonder if sex will be any different when we're married. Will it be less because we are too busy or more because we can't get enough of one another? I resign myself that it can only get better. If I don't stop thinking, I'm going to get frustrated and I'll never cum.

Christian was feeling particularly amorous this morning, taking his sweet ass time making love to me. I'm sure it was because he didn't get any last night, but it's fine by me. Another hour goes by when I feel him pull out of me. I'm left feeling empty, but god damn my lady wonderland is aching.

"Baby, your pussy wields some serious power over me," He says trying to catch his breath as I run my hands through his dampened hair.

"I could say that about your... your um…" Why the fuck am I stammering, it's not like I haven't said it before.

"Go ahead baby, my what?" He teases with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Your giant-sized cock, that's what." I shout playfully. I spring out of bed, "Come on, big boy, we need to shower and get our day started. You need to feed me because I'm fucking starving."

Christian orders room service before we shower. Our clothes hang neatly in the closet and I grab a pair of jeans, my flip flops and Christian's Harvard sweatshirt. We are going to be busy and I want to be comfortable. I'll worry about looking like a billionaire's wife later. Of course, Mr. Clothes Horse comes out looking like he stepped off the runway in Paris, with his expensive jeans and designer Italian loafers. We walk hand in hand from of our bedroom, it appears as everyone is joining us for breakfast when I hear laughing coming from the dining area.

"Good morning love birds," Elliott jokes and make smoochy noises. He's such a goofy fucker. That's what I love about his brother's, they just don't give a shit, all they want is to make their loved ones happy. Although he looks just like Christian, Keegan's personality is so very different, but he is just as kind and caring as Christian.

We greet everyone, sit down at the long dark dining table and fill our plates with fruit, eggs, bacon and French toast. That is some tasty shit right there.

It is a good god damn thing that Gail is the cook because I am so ill equipped to be in the kitchen. You'd think with a formally trained French chef for a mother, I'd be better at it. That would be a big fat hell no.

Wanna hear just how bad I am in the kitchen? Well, when I was 13, I wanted to make a chocolate cake for my dad's birthday. My mom was in the shower and since I'm a self-starter and determined to do it on my own, so I just jumped in. Following the directions, I dumped all the ingredients in the mixer; not just any mixer, but one of those big fucking Kitchen Aid things that weigh as much as a sumo wrestler. I turned on the mixer and it was doing its thing mixing the diabetic inducing sugar creation. I leaned over the bowl to make sure it was getting mixed up because I wanted this cake to be perfect for my dad. What I wasn't paying attention to was the fact that my hair fell into the mixer and wound up wrapped around the beaters and yanked my head into the bowl. It stopped, but, I couldn't move and unplug it or remove the beaters, so I just stood there, face in the mixing bowl, contemplating my next move. A few minutes passed when Carla wandered into the kitchen. She screamed when she saw me and my chocolate cake covered hair predicament. Her shrill yelp alerted my dad and Hunter, so they come running to the kitchen to see Mom frantically trying to unwind my knotted hair. There is photographic evidence of my kitchen nightmare, no thanks to Hunter, who better to keep that shit under lock and key.

Ray was thankful for the effort, but told me, that under no circumstances was I ever allowed to cook or bake unsupervised anymore. Don't have to tell me twice.

Later That Day

After a day of entirely too much fucking estrogen, I'm in need of some serious testosterone in the form of my soon to be husband. Kate and Mia rival one another with their amount of crazy. Not sure who wins, but it's close. We had a fun day finalizing everything for the wedding, we had lunch and one too many drinks, and closed it out with a trip to the spa for mani pedis. Now I'm going back to our room so that I can change for dinner. Christian should be here soon. We have dinner reservations for 7 P.M. at Picasso at the Bellagio so I need to get my ass in gear.

Sawyer and two Ninja babies escort me to our suite. I stand outside waiting with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass so Sawyer can sweep the room. He gives me the all clear so I find my way to our room and make a beeline for the bath tub.

I must have dozed off when I hear the door close in the entry. I then hear Christian and Taylor talking about something. I can't hear everything but I hear something about Grey House. Shitballs, just what he needs, more fucking drama to go on top of the heaping pile of crap that he's already dealing with. Do people not realize he is getting married tomorrow?

"Christian Grey," I yell from the tub. I wait… and wait… and wait.

"Christian Trevelyan Grey." I give it another try, just a bit louder.

He comes barreling through the door, along with Taylor. Wonderful. I pull my legs up to cover myself. Not that Taylor hasn't seen my goodies because he has on a few occasions.

"Anastasia, what the fuck is wrong? Why are you yelling?" The look on Christian's face is priceless. I try not to laugh, but I just can't help it. Now he looks all butthurt.

"Hi babe. Um, hi Jason." Why I always wave at him is beyond me. He's just got that face that says wave at me.

"Hi Ana. Everything alright?" Taylor timidly asks, looking anywhere but at me. Not like he's not seen the goods before, but there's a lot of bubbles, so he can't really see too much.

Christian is motioning toward the door, "I think we got it, thanks Jason. I'll text you when we're ready to leave for dinner, find Ros and fill her in please." Christian excuses him.

"I just wanted to say hi and tell you that I love you and I missed you."

"You're gonna give me a heart attack woman. I love you too baby." He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

Christian starts taking off his clothes as he walks to the shower. Bummer, no bath play time for Ana today. I lower my legs back under the water and try to relax. He's distracted and I know better than to try and get into his head. I move to the opposite end of the tub so I can watch the show that is Christian in the shower. I'd join him, but then we'd be late and even though this shower can hold a dozen people we've found that me being 'fun size' makes it challenging when it comes to shower sex when we're not at home. People think shower sex is so sexy. Well, I'm here to tell you it is most certainly not.

You'd think with all that water you wouldn't have to worry about lubrication. I call bullshit on that. I don't know about you, but my wonder from down under dries up like a fucking prune. Christian's jolly green giant-sized cock makes it even more challenging. Lube is generally not a concern of ours because my vagina has a mind of its own. A few times after we had shower sex, I told him he better get some god damn lube and keep it in there if he expects to be dipping his wick. Heeding my warning, he bought the biggest bottle I have ever seen. I think he special ordered it. Of course, we didn't think to bring it with us, so I told him if he expects to get laid on his wedding night, he'll have to handle himself in the shower. I'm happy to watch.

"Anastasia, I forgot a towel, will grab one for me, please?"

"Ana."

He looks so fucking hot standing there all wet and slick with those rippling muscles and that god damn V. I'm like a bitch in heat and I'm not even ovulating.

"Huh? Sorry, what did you say?"

"Towel baby. I need a towel, please."

I stand at the vanity, watching Christian shave. Much like the men's bathroom, I'm enamored watching him shave. It's such a mundane task that he does day in and day out, but fuck all if it's not one of the hottest things ever.

We meet everyone at the VIP entrance to meet the cars that will be taking us to dinner at the Bellagio. Christian and I agreed that we will not over indulge in alcohol tonight. Although our ceremony isn't until six tomorrow, I do not want to be hung over.

After a very filling dinner, some cocktails and watching the fountains for more than an hour, we're back at The Wynn. We've agreed to sleep apart tonight, although begrudgingly. We make our way to the bridal suite where my sisters and Mia are waiting up for me.

"I will see you tomorrow Mrs. Almost Grey. I have to go wrangle my brothers before they get us kicked out."

"You're not going to bed? I stick my bottom lip out.

"Not yet, we're going to play some poker and smoke cigars."

"Oh well, you can keep those nasty things. Just make sure you gargle in the morning. Have fun, behave and make sure you keep security close by," I giggle. He is rubbing off on me.

He kisses me passionately. One of those kisses that takes your breath away and makes you weak in the knees. This was the last time he will kiss me as Anastasia Steele. The thought gives me butterflies.

"In you go baby. I love you and will be waiting impatiently until I get to see you walking down the aisle to me." He smacks my ass.

"Love you too, baby." I blow him a kiss as I shut the door.

Wedding Day

Yahoo... Fuck-a-doodle-Doo, I'm getting married today. I'm sitting in the chair in our suite getting my hair and make-up done. Even though we've just finished brunch, my sisters are sipping champagne, mom and Grace are gossiping about something. There's a knock on the door, Mia and Kate take off running. Jesus no more sugar for those two. I see Sawyer standing at the door. He's wearing jeans and a T-shirt… very casual even for him.

"Hi Luke. What's going on? Everything alright?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, didn't mean to freak you out. I have something from Christian for you," He says.

He hands me a box that is beautifully wrapped. Hmm, what does my future husband have up his sleeve. Luke hands me the box and says he'll see me at six to escort me down to meet my dad.

There's a card that I read first…

My Ana:

I tried to find a gift as beautiful as you, but came up empty. These were as close as I could get. I love you and can't wait to be your husband.

All my love,

Christian

I open the box and find stunning diamond earrings. Eyes bug out… Not just any earrings, but Tiffany Jazz Graduated Drop earrings. More money than sense. I give Sawyer the gift I have for Christian, a bridal boudoir photo album. I had the pictures taken a few weeks back and they are sexy as fuck… even for me. It was a logistical clusterfuck finding someone, I mean a woman, who could take the pictures discreetly and Christian not find out.

Did I tell you that I accidently saw the paper work for my engagement ring? I wasn't snooping, honestly. I was in his office, looking for the list we'd made for the wedding. I sat in his chair and happen to notice a receipt lying next to the list, so I just happen to sneak a peek.

Really, I could care less if he gave me the fucking twist tie from a loaf of Wonder bread. However, come to find that not only does my almost husband have expensive taste, he has exquisite expensive taste. I don't think I told you about my ring. Well, it's a tapered pave 5.01 carat flawless round diamond set in a platinum band with diamonds long the sides. Anyway, getting back to the receipt. WTF… the whole thing was over $500,000, that's not including the wedding band we picked out… that fucker was $155,000. I almost had a panic attack that day.

We had his wedding made and its tungsten carbide, brushed and polished with a rare matte finish. He said he never plans to take it off; therefore, he needed something stronger and he had them make it with comfort fit... whatever the hell that means. I had his engraved, which he doesn't know about. Let's keep that between us girls. I am clueless when it comes to the cost of things, especially jewelry, since I never really wear much. To say that he caught me red handed is an understatement, but he insisted I don't worry about how much things cost, that we… yeah, we… no I think he has enough money.

6:10 PM

After making a complete fucking spectacle walking through the goddamn casino, I finally reach the entrance of the courtyard where my dad is standing still, taking it all in. I was the first of his children to fly the coop so to speak, and even though he hasn't said it, I know he's both happy and sad. He smiles and offers his arm.

"You ready doodlebug?" Ray questions. Wow, he hasn't called me that in years. Doodlebug and Lovebug is what he called me and Harper.

"I'm ready daddy. Are you ready for this though?" He chuckles and timidly shakes his head, "Most definitely not, Anastasia. I love you and your mom loves you. We couldn't be prouder of you. We only want you happy and it is crystal clear that Christian is what makes you happy. Just don't forget about your old man." He nudges me. "Never daddy."

I link my arm with his and "I Do Love You" begins to play. All I can see is that beautiful man swaying back and forth at the end of the aisle, anxiously waiting. With tears in my eyes, I pray that I won't trip. I'm wearing these gorgeous as fuck purple Bagdley Mischka Kiara heels that were specially made for me. We all know that it wouldn't be out of character for me to stumble so we had them make them as four-inch heels instead of the standard six inch.

All eyes are on me as I look around, I see my family, Christian's family, and our friends. We come to the end of the aisle; and the Primrose Courtyard is beautiful with the hanging lights and green everywhere.

We stop at the end of the aisle where the minister asks, "Who gives this woman to marry this man?"

"Her mother and I," Ray says with a lump in his throat. He pulls my veil up, kisses me on the cheek and shakes Christian's hand, "I'm trusting you, Christian. Love her and keep her smiling."

Christian shakes my dad's hand and grabs mine, pulling me close.

"You are breathtaking, Anastasia." Christian has this way of always making me feel like I'm the only one in the room.

The minister smiles at us both as he begins.

"Friends and family, we gather today to celebrate the love of Christian and Anastasia. All of us here today have our own love stories. Some are short, others long. Some are yet unwritten, while others are just getting to the good part. There are chapters in all our stories that are sad or disappointing — and others that are exciting and full of adventure. We gather today to encourage, celebrate and support the covenant Christian and Anastasia are going to make and share in the joy they experience as they pledge their everlasting love and lifelong commitment to each other."

"Christian and Anastasia have written their own vows… please turn and face one another. Anastasia, you can recite your vows first." The minister nods at me with a smile.

I hand my flowers to my sister to hold while I try to get through my vows. I take hold of Christian's hand, breath deep and let it out. I know I'm going to end up crying like a baby whose mama's tit has gone dry.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Yeah, you laugh now, but I had to rewrite them four times before they were G rated and on the serious side.

"Christian – With my whole heart, I take you as my husband, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths. I promise to be faithful, supportive and always make our family's love and your happiness my priority. I promise to always laugh with you and only occasionally at you, but when I do laugh at you, if it's in public, I will do my best to create the illusion that it is with you. I promise to love you, respect you, support you and above all else, make sure I'm not just yelling at you because I'm hungry. I vow to grab your butt even when you're old and wrinkly and I promise to only use sarcasm when absolutely necessary. I promise I will always be honest with you, kind, as patient as I can be and forgiving. I promise to care for you when you're sick and acting like a man baby. I will do everything I can to make your dreams come true. Most of all I will try every day to be worthy of your love… oh and I promise to try and be on time.

"Sure, you will baby," Christian says so only I can hear making me giggle out loud.

"Anastasia – From the moment our paths crossed, you've surprised me, captivated me, distracted me and challenged me in a way that no human being ever has. I fell in love with you again and again, countless times without reservation. From this day forward I promise to be worth it. Worth the time. Worth the trip. Worth the energy. Worth the embarrassment. Worth your love. I promise that you will always count. You will always come first, and of course, if you don't for whatever reason, I will buy you some flip flops. When you entered my world, you have filled it with life, color, adventure and energy like nothing before. I promise to be faithful and supportive, and respectful of you. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I promise to love you for the rest of my life and beyond. I promise I will always be there to catch you when you stumble, figuratively and metaphorically.

The minister takes over again.

"You've both chosen to wear rings as a reminder of these promises. The ring is a symbol of the unbroken circle of love. Love freely given has no beginning and no end, no giver and no receiver for each is the giver and each is the receiver. May these rings always remind you of the vows you have taken. Please repeat after me."

"I Christian, take thee Anastasia, to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, and I promise my love and fidelity to you. And with this ring, I take you as my wife, for as long as we both shall live."

He slips the ring on my finger and kisses it.

"I Anastasia, take thee Christian, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, and I promise my love and fidelity to you. And with this ring, I take you as my husband, for as long as we both shall live."

I gently push the ring on Christian's finger. I look up at him, his face is beaming.

"To make your relationship work will take love. This is the core of your marriage and why you are here today.

It will take trust, to know, that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other.

It will take dedication, to stay open to one another - and to learn and grow together.

It will take faith, to go forward together, without knowing exactly what the future brings.

And it will take commitment, to hold true to the journey you both have pledged to today.

By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Christian, now you can kiss your wife."

Christian places his hands on both sides of my face before he kisses me, "Thank you for making me the happiest man alive." He kisses me like there's no tomorrow. It's not indecent, but it's bordering on R rated.

"It is my pleasure to introduce to you all, Christian and Anastasia Grey."

Holy mother of pearl harbor, I'm married. I'm someone's wife. I've never been happier.

AN: Sorry for the long wait. Life, sickness and major writer's block are my excuses. I'm not all that pleased with how this came together, but I had to get it off my mind, so I can move forward. Hope you enjoyed regardless. Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites... and for sticking around.