Chapter 2
"I love them so much but it's great when those two munchkins are asleep," Christian whispers as he creeps stealthily out of Teddy's room.
I grin as I can't help but to agree with him.
Christian suddenly stalks towards me and corners me with both his arms stretched out on either side of me, effectively trapping me.
"So, Mrs Grey, what would you like to do now?" He mummers against my lips.
"I don't know," I bite my lip in an effort to stifle my laugh.
"Oh so coy Mrs Grey," Christian says as he tilts up my chin and he kisses me. My fingers twist in his hair as out tongues meet.
"Wait, we haven't eaten yet," he breathes against my neck as he shifts back, leaving me wanting more. Why did he have to remember that? He's always so particular about our meals it annoys me at times.
He smirks at me, giving me the impression that he knows what is going on in my head.
"Why are you smirking Mr Grey?" I bat my eyelashes and use my flirty tone. Maybe I can get him in the mood again.
His lips curl up even further, trying emphasizing his smirk. Fifty is such a tease.
"Come, let's eat," Christian holds out his hand which I instinctively put my hand in.
"Wow that was delicious!" I blurt with my mouth stuffed with Emma's chicken pot pie.
"Dessert Mrs Grey?" Christian smiles wryly at me, followed by putting a mouthfull of the pot pie into him mouth.
"Why do you ask me questions that you already know the answer to?" I raise my eyebrows and reach for my glass for white wine.
"Oh really?" He gives me his sideways grin, stands and clears out plates into the sink.
I stir and allow my eyes to slowly adapt to the rays of light entering the room. Christian is wrapped around me like a vine. Carefully, I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of the time.
Shit! It's 8.45! I have to somehow wake Teddy, control his tantrum, dress him and get him to school in 15 minutes.
"Christian wake up!" I push his leg off of me and jump out of bed. I'm sure I look extremely amusing now.
I bolt into the bathroom and shower in double time. I'm showered and dressed in seconds.
When I reenter the bedroom, Christian is already coaxing Teddy to wear his clothes I set out yesterday night.
He looks up and when he registers my surprise, he raises an eyebrow.
"A father can't do his job?" He says, bemused at my reaction.
"I thought you'd still be in bed"
"Hey, I can be responsible at times," He says dryly.
I giggle and saunter to my two favorite men. Teddy is still half asleep as he steps into his jeans with his eyes closed. I lean down and kiss Teddy on his forehead.
"None for me?" Christian attempts to sound hurt.
I giggle and kiss him chastely on his lips. Grabbing Teddy's blue pullover, I slip it over him and push his arms into the sleeves. It's always a challenge getting Teddy to school.
"Time to wear your shoes Ted!" Christian says enthusiastically and holds out his Timberland boots.
Teddy's eyes flicker open and screams his lungs out. This boy is so hard to manage.
"Look, Teddy, if you wear your shoesies you can go to school and see your friends! Don't you want to see your friends?" I wrapped my arms around him and gaze at Christian as he shakes his head pinches the bridge of his nose.
Almost instantly, Teddy's screams subside and we pull on his boots. Teddy is just as mercurial as Christian.
"Just like you," I mouth to Christian. He laughs and ruffles Teddy's hair.