Christian

Elliot and I are sitting in our office taking a break. There is only one car being worked on right now, so there isn't a whole lot for us to do. Elliot is on the phone talking to god knows who while I lean back in my chair with my feet up on my desk staring up towards the ceiling.

"Fuck no, Mark. Let that asshole take care of it," Elliot all but snaps into the phone while putting his own feet up on his own desk.

I sigh and light another cigarette in boredom. Elliot continues talking on the phone while I smoke my cigarette. I blow out the smoke while staring at the ceiling fan for a few minutes before hearing my phone vibrate in my pocket. With my cigarette between my lips, I lift my hips off the chair and grab my phone out of my pocket and look at the screen. It's a text with an unknown number causing me to frown.

I open the text message icon, and my lips lift into a smile when I see who it's from.

Leila: Hey! Ana gave me your number, I hope that is okay? I was texting Ana to see if she knew a reliable contractor in town? She said your family knows a few of them, and I wanted to know if you can give me their number? I wanted to fix up one of my guest rooms for the baby. If that's not too much trouble?

I text her back after thinking it over for a few minutes.

C: I know a couple, but they are quite expensive. What is your budget?

I look up from my phone after I press send and see that Elliot is still on the phone. He rolls his eyes and points to his phone in irritation. I nod and crack a smile before I lean back in my chair. I put my feet down on the floor and finish my cigarette before throwing it in the ashtray. I pick up my phone again when I hear the ping of a text.

Leila: Around five-hundred maybe?

C: What do you want to do exactly?

Leila: Mostly paint and maybe redoing the closet to add extra space.

I sit there and ponder what I should tell her. The paint is probably going to be around three hundred and depending on how big the closet is, five hundred dollars won't accurately cover the total. My eyes narrow in thought. Maybe I can help her out? The contractors would probably charge double for what she wants to have done.

I hit the back button on my phone and hit Ana's name to text her my thoughts. I don't want to offer to do Leila's bedroom without Ana knowing.

C: Can you talk?

Her text comes through two minutes later.

Ana: Sure, I'll call you.

Ana calls me about ten seconds later. "Hey, baby."

"Hey. What's going on?" I hear papers being shuffled in the background.

"I'm sorry, babe, are you busy?" I frown.

"No. I'm between classes. It's fine, honey. What's on your mind?"

I tell her about Leila and her wanting to redo one of her bedrooms for a nursery and how much it's going to cost versus what she is willing to pay. I ask her if she has any objections to me going over there and helping her out instead of calling the contractor.

"I think that is a great idea. I mean Jerry will probably charge her double for what she wants to do," she repeats my thoughts exactly.

"That's what I was thinking. So, you don't have any problems with it?" I double check just to make sure.

"No, not at all. It's great that you want to help her out. She probably doesn't need to spend all that money on paint and a closet," she sighs.

"Alright. I'll let you go so you can get back to work. I love you," I smile causing Elliot to roll his eyes.

"I love you too. See you at home," she murmurs before hanging up.

I open back up the texts and type out a message to Leila.

C: I would be more than happy to come and do the work instead of you hiring someone. The contractors will pay double for what you had in mind. Would that be okay?

It takes her a few minutes to respond. By the time she texts back, Elliot is finished with his call and is looking at me with curiosity.

Leila: Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you. I mean you already fixed my car for me.

C: It's fine, honestly. I would be happy to help.

Leila: Okay, well thank you! Is this Saturday okay for you?

C: That's fine.

We text back and forth the details on paint colors and what she is looking for in the closet renovation. After ten minutes, she tells me she needs to get back to her classroom since her next class is starting soon. I text back that I will see her this weekend and she thanks me once again before I put my phone back in my jeans pocket.

Elliot narrows his eyes at me when I look up at him.

"What?" I frown.

He leans back in his chair and says, "Was that Ana?"

"No. Leila. I'm helping her with some renovations to her house. She wants to have the baby's nursery painted," I shake my head and take out another cigarette.

He exhales from his own cigarette before speaking, "Is Ana okay with that? You spending time with another woman?"

"She knows, and I'm not spending time with her. I'm helping her out with a bedroom. You know how much Jerry charges," I roll my eyes, and he shrugs.

He jabs the cigarette in the ashtray before getting to his feet and stretching.

"I'll hit up your place this weekend. Keep her company," he runs his hand through his hair and looks around the garage before sitting down again.

"Do me a favor and take her out somewhere this weekend. I don't want her to be bored all Saturday. I'll come and meet ya' in the evening when I'm done," I stand up from my chair, and put a few finished invoices in the file cabinet that's behind my desk.

Elliot is about to speak but is cut off when we hear our father shouting in the front of the garage. Elliot shoots up from his chair and spits out, "Mother fucker," Before throwing open the door and running out the door.

I slam the file cabinet closed and run out of the office behind him. I feel my face grow red in anger when I see that son of a bitch, Richard Lincoln, who owns that new garage down the street. He is in my father's face talking shit while my mother is trying to pull my father back. My eyes narrow in question when I see a tall blonde woman in fire red heels, standing off to the side, staring at them in amusement. Who the fuck is that?

When mom sees's Elliot charging towards dad and Lincoln, she takes her hands-off dads chest and pushes Elliot away, so he can't intervene.

"Elliot, no. Tom that is enough," mom snaps over her shoulder.

Elliot glares down at the guy while mom keeps her hands on his chest. Dad fumes down at him while the smug bastard back up. There is a small crowd gathering outside the garage, curious to see what the commotion is.

I walk up to the dick and growl at him. "I suggest you get the hell out of my family's garage before my brother gets hold of you."

Mom shrieks in surprise when Elliot picks her up around her waist and moves her aside before stomping over to the asshole. Dad pulls him back in time before he can punch him. The prick narrows his eyes at Elliot before walking back slowly.

"Let's go, Elena," He growls at the blonde woman before stomping out of the garage and down the street. She smirks right at me before turning around and following him, her ridiculously high heels echoing off the floor causing me to cringe. Right before she gets to Linc's garage, she looks over her shoulder and winks at me before disappearing into the garage.

I narrow my eyes in disgust for a few seconds before turning around to face my family. "You should have let me at him," Elliot points down the street in irritation before turning around and heading back towards our office.

Mom sighs and rubs her arms before walking over to dad and putting a hand on the side of his face in concern.

"I'm okay, angel," he murmurs softly before giving her a kiss.

I sigh before running a hand down my face and walking towards them. Mom turns towards me so that I can kiss her on the forehead. "Go, honey. Go home to your wife. Well see you tomorrow," she gives me a small smile and cups the side of my face.

I nod as she lets me go and stands aside so I can walk to the office. Dad pats me on the back before I hop into my truck.

"What are you thinking about?" Ana whispers up at me while we are in bed later that night.

I'm laying on my back, my arms under my head, staring up at the ceiling. Ana is laying beside me on her side staring at me while she rubs my chest softly.

"Finances," I sigh.

"We're going to be okay, Christian," she leans over and kisses my neck.

I turn my head towards her and see her staring at me lovingly. "I hope so. She garage is still going to shit. Savings are gone," I clench my jaw as I turn my head back towards the ceiling.

Ana is quiet for a few minutes before whispering, "Do you regret doing the IVF?"

I shake my head and sigh. "No. I don't regret it, Ana. I just wish it didn't cost that much, especially when we didn't get what we wanted in the end."

"I know. It's going to be okay," she reiterates hesitantly.

I don't know if she is trying to convince herself or me. Before she can say anything else, I swiftly turn my body and hover over her and smash my lips against hers. I don't want to talk any more about money or the fact that we are still baby less. I want to fuck my wife and forget about our troubles for one night.

I sit up and swiftly pull down her nightgown and grab her bare breasts. She moans as I roughly squeeze them and pinch her nipples. She looks up at me and bites her lip. "Take me, Christian. Fuck me."

I groan and lean up and flip her on her stomach and push her legs up, so she is on all fours. I pull her nightgown up to her upper back and make sure she is ready before swiftly thrusting into her pussy. She pants and moans while I pound into her repeatedly.

We fuck, make love and then fuck again well into the early morning before I finally fall asleep in the arms of my wife.

AN: Happy Wednesday!

Thank you for all the reviews on the last chapter. The next chapter is one of my favorites. I wanted to warn you all beforehand that Elliot will be very OOC in this story, and you will see that in the next chapter.

Elena and Linc will not have a huge part in this story just in case you all were wondering from this chapter.

Thank you all for reading and reviewing. Please, keep them coming. See you on Sunday. XO