Two Weeks Later
"Christian, Are you coming to bed?" I shout as I lay in bed naked under the covers. He walks out of the bathroom in his Calvin Klein boxers and fresh washed hair.
"Impatient aren't we?" He gets into bed with me and lays his hand on the side of my face.
"I had a long day at work and want to enjoy my weekend off by being ravaged by my kinky husband."
"What would you like me to do first Mrs. Grey ?"
"My breasts are way too full." He smirks at me. He moves onto his side and wraps his arm around me. He lays down on me and takes my right breast into his mouth. I close my eyes and moan as he sucked on my flesh. "Oh Christian." God he's so good with his mouth. I look down and see my free breast leaking. My pheramones are high and my orgasm hits my body fast. He pulls his mouth off me and licks the leaking milk off my breast.
"You make me so hard."
"So come inside me then." I kiss him and bite his bottom lip. He moves my legs apart and gets in between them. He moves his boxers off of his hips and lowers himself onto me. I feel him thrust slowly inside me and my wall react with clenching around him. "Use me Ana." That I follow. I kiss him as my walls enjoy the feel of his member inside of me."That's it."
"WAAAH." The sounds of Teddy's cries through the baby monitor erupt in the room. We laugh as our moment is interrupted. He pulls out of me and takes a cloth, wiping off my legs.
"He needs his diaper change." I start to sit up but Christian presses his hand on my stomach, pushing me down on the bed.
"Let me get Teddy. You wait here."
"Okay." He moves up to kiss me and moves off the bed. He puts on his sweatpants and opens the door to walk out the room. I lie back and start to doze off when I hear my name.
"ANA, GET IN HERE." I jump out of bed when I hear Christian. I grab my robe and wrap it around my body. I run down to Teddy's room and see Christian holding him close to his chest. "He's burning up."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I walk over and put the back of my hand against his small forehead. I feel the heat radiate on his skin and my heart gets a jolt.
"Let me take his temperature."
"Do we take him to the doctor?"
"Dr. Slater says if he ever gets a fever above 100, we go to the emergency room." Christian lays Teddy down on the changing table. I get the thermometer and a sanitized wipe. I open his diaper and set the thermometer against his skin. His little legs are wiggling around and makes it hard to keep him still. "Almost done Teddy." The monitor beeps and I look at the stick. "Oh no."
"What is it?"
"102.8. We need to get him to Dr. Slater." I wrap him back in his diaper and lift him up in my arms. Christian gets his baby bag and jacket for him as we walk out of the room.
The Next Morning
We've been at the hospital all night. Teddy is sitting up in a child incubator bed and is alert. Christian and I have been by his side all night. We held his little hands as the doctors took his temperature and gave him antibiotics. Dr. Slater walks into the children's ward with a chart and we stand up and walked toward her.
"Teddy has a small cold. It's common among infants to get as their immune system develops. You came in at the right time. If you waited longer, it could've quickly developed into pnuemonia since his body is new to infections. The medication we're giving him is fighting off the bacteria."
"So he's getting better?" Christian asks.
"His fever's down and he's taking the medication well. He should be able to go home tomorrow."
"Thank you Dr. Slater." I say to her.
"I know it's scary but you both followed your instincts and were right bringing him in." Dr. Slater walks out of the room and me and Christian sat back down. Christian is holding Teddy's hand around his two fingers and he starts to cry.
"Christian he's going to be okay." I rub his shoulders.
"I was just scared. I never should've took him out on the boat." He recalls the boat trip we took a few weeks ago around Seatlle.
"Christ, Christian you are no way responsible this. This normal among babies. We got him here in time."
"My heart just stopped when I felt him. He was so warm."
"That's being a parent. You worry and you try to do your best. Your first reaction was to go to the hospital. You did good daddy." I kiss his cheek.
"I just hope he knows that." He says looking at Teddy laying down in his little bed.
"He does. That's why he's your favorite."
