-CHAPTER FOURTEEN-


FAMILY REUNION


Friday 20th November 2009

CHRISTIAN

ANA'S ARMS ENGULFED MY TORSO. Even with layers of clothing between us, her touch was enough. I shivered with pleasure as her warmth seeped deep down to my skin. It's a remarkable sensation, someone's touch. Her touch.

Pixie

"I don't know how to express…" rubbing my forehead, "how deeply sorry I am. I didn't mean what I alleged. It was fucking stupid, implying Ray was… shit, I was over–-"

"Reacting?" Ana continued as her voice jumped an octave, "or should I say—" she stopped her words but her lips gave that smile which warmed my heart.

Moving my head up and down giving Ana an affirmative nod, I mirrored her silence.

Oh you truly are gorgeous, Pixie,

"Come home with me," I blurted without thinking as I stroked her hair, "I want to make things right," my cheeks burn with happiness and not wanting to beg.

Please don't refuse Pixie. Please!

Ana's mouth perked to the side, and suddenly her voice whispered to a slight squeak of sound, "Make things right? But, but, but…" her stutter was back and unable to keep eye contact. She flicked her line of sight from one corner of the foyer to the other.

How can this woman make me melt at the knees but lack so much confidence?

"Christian, what about your Mom?" Ana ended crashing her head into my chest.

"Wooh, go bro!" Elliot yelled across the hospital foyer entrance.

Rolling my eyes at my brother's maturity level, the two words "fuck off" slipped from my tongue. I couldn't resist by ending the conversation by a swift flip of the bird.

Take that brother!

Brushing my eyes away from Elliot, my mother stood alone in the center of the walkway. She covered her mouth with her once vacant hand and the other holding Ana's white bouquet. Her own joy made me smile.

Yes Mom, she's holding me. It doesn't hurt.

Excited, I gave a little wave and cheeky grin as if I was five again.

As both Ana and my head touched, I crinkled my nose, "Really Ana? You're worried about my mother," I replied, "look" my eyebrows and forehead moved into the direction of my Mom, "she's happy Ana."

"Christian, yes. Bbbuttt, but I'm staying at her place tonight," murmuring her words into my face.

She went to her new safe place, burying her soft face into the the crook of my neck. It was clear Ana wasn't going to stop worrying. Mom would never treat her like how she's thinking.

She's mine.

"Christian, it would be extremely rude of me if I didn't stay with her."

"I'm sure she will understand," my excitement was bursting as another smile grew on face.

Making eye contact with Elliot I gave him an understanding nod, code for – 'Ana is staying at my apartment and my fingers crossed as we can make up for lost time.'

"But, it's going to look bad." Ana broke me from my daze.

Pulling her face back, trying to make her understand. "I'm not going to lose you again," staring, I drew a deep breath, "Ana all I want is you. You unconditionally. If we were to stay at my parents place, it wouldn't work," I slowly placed a kiss on her neck, "I have numerous things I want to do to you."

My warm breath made her shiver, "and that kiss… was only the start," and I quickly stole another from her lips.

As I held either side of her face, Ana's crystal blues never turned away. My fingers hooked the odd hair behind her ear, and the warm glow grew over her face again. Blushing cheeks are the sexiest thing ever especially on Ana.

I need her, now.

Without hesitation I lifted her from my lap and carried her to the nearest cab.

…..

ANASTASIA

"THE VINE ON ALBERT AVE, PROMPTLY" Christian gave his strict command to the cab driver. Without hesitation, the driver drove with haste.

His deep masculine voice was hypnotic, mesmerizing, and totally sexy. I want him but I'm so nervous.

"Whh, Whhh-at, what, about my things?" This was becoming a common occurrence unable to string a sentence together without stuttering. How embarrassing.

The realization hit me. I'm going somewhere with Christian, most probably to his apartment. Yes I ache for him, what he did to apologize was undyingly romantic. Your Song. How did he even know I adored… Elliot! What am I doing? I must be crazy, deep down I don't know him. He's a complete stranger.

My internal battle was broken by Christian's warm voice.

"It's fine, Elliot can bring them over," he kissed my lips as he placed the seat belt over my chest and clicked the latch, "and your flowers too."

His smile is infectious making my cheeks burn. A flash of warmth flowed through my veins, deep down I couldn't shake it off, this feeling of fear, anxiety; and a never-ending roller coaster. I can't forget. He's a stranger. Stranger.

Shut up Ana, you want to jump his bones. Do it. Do it.

"But…" Christian placed his index finger over my lips which calmed me instantly.

…..

"CHRISTIAN," I TRIED TO PULL HIM AWAY, giving myself space to breath as we entered the gold and emerald embossed elevator.

I feel like a lamb being thrown into a lion's den.

It's undeniable we have feelings for one another. He makes me melt, but we need to talk or at least get to know one another rather than fucking each others' brains out.

Jesus

I whispered to him, "Don't look at me like that." lacking all confidence.

"Like what?" he cocked his brow, slowly stalking me.

Creeping towards my corner I was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic as I stared at each of the mirrors either side of my face. I was scared but totally turned on, suddenly my back halted as I was trapped on the wall within the elevator cart.

Yep I'm a goner.

Raising my hands, "Hey, I'm cornered don't even…" his lips went straight to my neck as he blew a raspberry. I looked in the mirrors and I was happy, enjoying his playfulness.

"Christian, stopstop…" my laugh was from the depths of my belly.

Ana remember. Stranger.

I rolled my eyes at my subconscious, can't I settle for a fucking moment!

Christian's mouth slowly moved towards my lips. He hovered breathing heavily. A small groan escaped my mouth but as quick as he was going to kiss me he stopped, instantly being thrown over his shoulder as the elevator doors opened for level eighteen.

The pressure was unbelievable across my lower abdomen. Why had I never noticed this before?

"Christian…" I gasp, "the… babies…" I strained.

"Shit. Sorry Pixie," immediately he changed his grip, holding me bridal style across his chest. "I'm not putting you down."

Oh dear Lord I'm going to be a puddle before the night ends. Can he be any more dreamy?

"Hey, you do realise pregnancy doesn't cause any lack of function in my legs?" biting my lip.

There was that amazing grin again, "I know. I'm going to carry you over the threshold tonight," ending with a little wink in his right eye.

"Psst," catching his attention, I continued to whisper in his ear, "Christian, you do understand we're not married."

Or even a couple or a relationship when I think it through. Oh God, what am I doing?

He froze, gazing into my eyes and that gorgeous smile coated his face again.

Oh what are you thinking Christian?

"My keys are in my front pocket, can you grab them for me…"

The cocky bastard, I knew exactly what he was doing. But I couldn't deny or possibly resist and my hand urgently fondled the left pocket of his jeans. Grabbing his keys, I slightly rubbed his groin with only the thin barrier of denim between us.

A groan fell from his lips. Take that! Two can play at this game.

Shit. Ana Stranger!

"Ana," his lips went straight to mine before I had a chance to dangle his keys around his face.

Snatching his keys from my hand, there was a receptive jiggling sound.

Is Mr Grey trying to get inside quickly?

Christian failed to unlock his door. After six failed attempts, I lost count and of course expressed my gratitude by laughing out loud at his efforts.

"Oh shut up you," he retort, clamping my mouth shut, trying my best to hold in my laughter.

Walking into the apartment he refused to let me go. As we stood in the open space, he gracefully placed me on my feet, ensuring I was steady.

Whoa

It was crisp and white, with an open plan living space and connecting kitchen. The kitchen was to die for. I have no idea how many bedrooms or bathrooms were in this apartment, but I'm sure it's an impressive number. Overall I was blown away, oh have I mentioned the view, absolutely gorgeous.

"Your apartment is so… generous," Being only one person.

"Yes."

"Is it just you living here?"

"Yes."

Emptying my pockets, I placed the card and ultrasound pictures on the kitchen counter. The grey granite was cool to the touch just the same as Christian's brief answers.

Admiring our scan, I couldn't help but stroke the first photo of our twins. The notion of me being a mother still hasn't sunk in.

"Christian. Is it ok if I have a shower? I really need to freshen up after this chaotic day, because of th– " I began to ramble on.

"Stop," I took a breath and Christian continued, "Of course it's ok. Give me a second, I'll get you something to change into."

Looking around his apartment, it is so clinical. More clinical than the hospital room I was in earlier today.

"Ana, would my boxers and t-shirt do?" I couldn't help but blush.

"Yes" I squeaked.

…..

THE SHOWER WAS TO DIE FOR. Steaming hot jets from all angles and Christian's body wash – OH MY GOD! Yep I'm being sprayed in shower heaven.

Looking at my reflection in the partly steamed wall sized mirror, I couldn't get away with pretending if I had a large bump. I rubbed it over and over. Currently it was the bloat bump, and barely noticeable. Any stranger wouldn't see but it was slightly larger than normal. Gliding my hands over my lower abdomen it was most definitely firm as Grace described it. This is real. I'm pregnant.

Grabbing Christian's black cotton boxers and his crimson Harvard t-shirt I ran my fingers through my hair and fanned my face since I was blushing again.

OK here we go.

…..

CHRISTIAN HAD ALREADY CHANGED into some comfy charcoal grey pajama pants and completely bare on top. Seeing him walk through his apartment, striding with so much power and pride, it was a turn on. Unbelievably sexy.

As he turned into the kitchen his back amazed me. Christian's shoulders where broad and strong, his muscles were numbered in the hundreds. I don't even feel like I'm exaggerating. Has he been working out? My memory of that elusive night is still blurred but I'm sure he wasn't this muscular. Or was he?

Trying my best to move out of the box, I wanted to be spontaneous. My feet took over running, getting read to propel myself on his back for the ultimate piggyback ride but instantly I froze. Holding back, remembering last time how uncomfortable he was with touching. Maybe I should stop over-analyzing, by dropping the stranger danger act. Everything is fine, Christian does make me feel comfortable and especially at home, other than the clinical visual of his place.

"Why are you so happy?" Christian stood in front hands on his hips, waking me from my thoughts.

"Oh I'm just admiring the sight in front of me," Christian smirked.

"The apartment in front of me silly," I slapped on his bicep. Then I went stiff. Shit, he didn't like being touched.

"It's ok Ana," shaking his head and giving me a small smirk.

With impeccable timing my stomach growled.

"When was the last time you ate? Shouldn't you be eating?" I nod my head. I was famished.

"Want anything in particular?"

"It doesn't bother me… oh hang on your Mom gave stuff to read. I'm certain one was about things I can and can't eat."

"I could call her? Just to be sure?"

"You would do that, for me?"

"Yeah of course, why wouldn't I?"

As Christian went to the kitchen to call his mother, I walked around his apartment. The more I looked the more I noticed.

A grand piano; contemporary art works which looked like marbled nail polish; wood carvings and in the corner of my eye family photos.

There were multiple photos scattered among the apartment. Some I recognized as Christian, Elliot, Grace and assuming the young girl was Mia and the older man his father. The majority of the photos were of all three siblings together. I was puzzled to see a wooden frame sitting on a side glass table; all the others were white or metal framed. The unusual thing that caught my attention was the image wasn't being displayed. It laid upside down and all alone. Curiosity got the better of me and I helped my self by lifting the frame.

The glass was cracked and the wood slightly split. It was of a middle-aged woman. Even though she wasn't in her youth her beauty was still quite astonishing. Blonde curls, and then I noticed something familiar.

Gray eyes.

Christian's gray eyes.

She looked happy, like she had found something for the first time. Her glow was beautiful. I was confused, why would Christian not replace the glass? Were they friends? Family? Or some how related? No, that can't be right if I remembered correctly, I'm sure he said he was adopted?

Maybe this is his mother? I gasped at the thought.

Hearing heavy feet stepping from the kitchen I hurried and placed the frame where I found it. Trying to look not too suspicious I continued to look at his photos. I smiled when I saw his face and as always he made my cheeks burn.

"Christian, these photos are gorgeous. How cute were you and Elliot when you were little!" I couldn't help but giggle.

Christian was holding two plates with napkins and cutlery tucked under his arm.

"Yummy," I rubbed my hands together the food looked delicious, "so you got a hold of your mom then… Hey I hope you're wearing deodorant because that's kind of gross having a napkin under–" then the thought hit me, "Holy crap Christian! Did you make this?" I was in utter shock.

How could he even cook this meal in what ten, a maximum 15 minutes?

"I expected more from you, What you have no faith in my cooking skills?" He smiled, ushering me to sit.

I'm sure my mouth stayed open for a whole minute. It looked like a gourmet salad with seared root vegetables and breast chicken with a creamy mushroom sauce. My mouth was salivating.

"Don't worry I don't trust most of my cooking skills either. Gail had this pre-prepared for me."

"Gail… hang on… Nope. I don't care I'm too hungry. Hey shouldn't we eat at the–" pointing to a large eight seated table.

"What are you my mother now?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Okay Mister touchy. Well I'm sitting on the floor and using this–" pointing to his gorgeous glass book display table as my dinner table, "I'm a klutz, don't say I didn't warn you," I winked and hoed into his… I mean Gail's amazing food.

…..

"WHO'S GAIL?" I asked after almost finishing my delightful meal.

"My house manager and cook."

"Really?" slightly yelped out, wiping some dressing from my chin.

"Yes." He brow perked, "Well she is here three to four days a week. Gail does everything except…" he stopped.

"Except what?"

"Well I can make an awesome bowl of mac and cheese," he laughed.

Shaking my head, "How do you even afford all of this?" I flapped my arms around and then tried to finish the last of my salad.

"I pay for Gail… and…" it was almost like he was having an internal battle with himself.

"And what?" utterly puzzled.

"Doesn't matter," Christian dropped his carefree smile, turned and walked towards the kitchen again. I couldn't help but think what did I do? Mister mercurial or what!

Popping the last piece of leaf into my mouth, I jumped from the floor stacking the used dishes and utensils. I couldn't help in routine to take them to the kitchen.

Christian was leaning on the marble counter. I placed the dishes into the sink.

"I'm sorry did I say something wrong? I was just making conversation," elbowing him in the ribs.

Ok take note the apartment is a touchy subject.

"Ouch," was the only reply I got.

I couldn't help but pout and storm back to the lounge. What an ass!

Sitting with my legs crossed under my backside, I couldn't help to think, 'God damn even with Christian's boxers on they are tight, oh and now when I mention it my boobs too. I need new bras.'

A checklist formed in my mind of what I needed to get before I leave next week. New clothes, bras most definitely, oh double check appointments at UWM, oh god my dress for the Ball. "Shit!" I accidentally barked aloud. Oops.

Christian in a heartbeat ran into the open living area.

"Pixie are you ok?" he squatted and looked directly at me.

"What's wrong?" and without knowing he cupped my bloated bump.

My breath hitched as I stared at this amazing man in front of me. How did I deserve this? Should I tell him that my dress probably won't fit for tomorrow night and I don't have any money to replace it? Maybe I should just leave early to Ray's and forget the whole Ball thing.

"Ana stop. I can see you thinking. Your eyes are looking towards the ceiling and a heavy crease is starting to form on your forehead. Relax."

Shaking my head I was unable to make a sentence. I was feeling bold and I could not use alcohol as an excuse this time. I moved my feet from under me, and wrapped my legs around Christian.

"Ana… what? Are…. Ana?" He was confused, but I knew what I wanted. I knew what he wanted.

He's not a stranger I can do this!

"Chrrrr…Christian."

What am I, a bumbling idiot? Just say it!

"Christian. I want you!" Biting the inside of my mouth making my cheeks tight.

Leaning forward, my hands wrapped around his stubbly face. Closing my eyes, I could smell his aroma body wash; a masculine fragrance and his cotton shirt. All Christian. My lips touched his.

"An…." he couldn't even finished my name.

Mine.

He grabbed around my waist and my rounded ass as he stood up. Without hesitation he lifted me without a struggle. The feeling of his muscles was amazing. The veins over his arms were bulging.

Oh My Fucking God!

Stopping for air I watched his expression. There was no need for words. I studied his face, looking at every imperfection if you could call them that. A small freckle here, a little sun damage there, the flecks of shades of gray in his irises. His hair was short and styled very differently from all those weeks ago. Beautiful.

My hands touched his silky locks, and tiny curls. Christian's dark chocolate almost black hair was gone now, his copper, cinnamon and golden reds swam through my fingers.

He didn't say a word only his gorgeous smirk and I knew what he was thinking.

"Bedroom" he mouthed. I nod, as I was too embarrassed to say anything in return.

For God sake Ana you are pregnant with his twins there is no time for embarrassment.

…..

CHRISTIAN LIFTED HIS HARVARD SHIRT from my chest with ease. His touch was infectious as his hands glided down my arms. He was slow and steady and I am so thankful that no rushing was taking place.

He stood back admiring me. Someone as sexy as Christian doing this is beyond embarrassing. How can he see me as a princess? I'm most definitely far from it, more like the pauper.

His bedroom was cool only to realise my nipples were forming peaks. Shit I wasn't wearing a bra. His warm hands slowly cupped my breasts and nibbled my ear.

"Pixie," Christian murmured with a heavy breath, "These are mine," he growled as I swallowed a large gulp.

Our clothes fell to the floor, mostly in crumpled balls. Tugging on his curls, I used my limited strength to pull him to my mouth. He howled as our kiss deepened while I stroked my tongue around his. I could feel his speeding heart synchronized against mine as our naked chests touched.

Christian pushed me towards the bed, cupping the small of my back.

"Ana. I've missed your touch," his voice was spellbinding.

"I want you. I don't think I can stop. Please say you want this too."

Pressing my naked body against his, arching to his warmth I could feel every hard inch of him. I kissed him back as if I could consume him alive.

I'm never going to forget this moment as I ingrain this memory forever.

Lying on the bed, Christian bent over me with one knee placed in between my legs. I began to grind on his leg unable to control myself, feeling my slick cleft slide over his thigh.

"Oh my God," I groaned in one large breath, "Please Christian," my sex was aching for him.

"I don't want to hurt you Pixie," his breath was warm over my neck and chest.

"No, Christian you won't. Just be slow. Make love to me."

The warmth of pleasure took hold of me. I grasp his overgrown cock as he massaged it, and I couldn't help but grip it tighter. The veins wrapping it were bulging and throbbing a pulse.

"Fuuuuuck," the air escaped his mouth.

Teasing my sex he rubbed the head of his cock up and down ensuring I was ready. Giving a slight nod, he pushed through my entrance.

Together our breath hitched as if this was happening for the first time. Our hips grind into one another at a slow rhythmic pace. I couldn't stand having my hands on the bed away from his skin, so I slowly moved them to his curls and around his neck. His safe zone.

Through pleasure our breathing became labored, the air around us was thick and humid. In need for cool air I tilted my head back gasping for relief.

"Ana. Please. Touch. Me. My. Arms…my—" he strained.

As commanded, my fingers slid down his arms sliding over the broken beads of sweat. Nipping his stubbly face his groans were contagious. We both groaned and growled with desire.

"Ana…" Christian gasp.

Looking into his gray orbs, I needed more. Mouthing the word "faster" my sex clenched his cock in a suffocating grip.

Pushing myself to my limit I lifted my head and I saw a fuzzy black shadow, possibly a woman at the doorway.

What the fuck?

Being engulfed by his amazing cock my vision blurred but I swear I saw the unidentified shadow leave Christian's room.

I went taut.

"Ana," kiss, "it's," kiss "ok," kiss "Pixie. Fuuuuck," and the thought was erased from my memory listening to his groans.

We were reaching our peak towards our finale. The feeling from my clit and within my sex, was going to make me explode simultaneously.

"Christian," I could hardly speak his name, the sensation was unbelievable.

"Ana…" he murmured.

Hearing the sloshing sound of our arousal, being pushed and pulled from my sex, our breathing became labored but I couldn't stop. I am greedy.

"More…" I moaned.

As I lifted my hips the speed got quicker, I could feel my legs going to give way. Christian thrust his cock three more times.

I can't hold it.

"Christian," I screamed, feeling like fireworks exploding from all angles in my sex.

"Ana, keep going don't give in."

I needed more. More grip, my hands crept down his spine as my nails dug into his back. I couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'm going to come, Christian," I purred and screamed his name instantaneously.

"Ana!" Christian bellowed throughout the apartment.

His warm semen exploded in my sex. Everything was tingling and throbbing. Our beads of sweat were molding together.

Kissing me, he rolled on his side and began to rub my belly. As our bodies began to calm I could feel his semen seeping down my leg. The thought of his passion dripping down my thigh began to turn me on again.

"Pixie," he groaned and that smile won me over to start round two.

…..

WE WALKED OUT OF HIS BATHROOM hand-in-hand fresh from our shower together. How could I not admire this gorgeous man next to me?

Suddenly we heard a stool scuff the kitchen tiled floor.

Christian froze.

"Christian, what's wron–" I looked up to see that very woman watching our sex show earlier wearing all black lounging on the stool in the kitchen.

"Mrs Lincoln. What the fuck?" Christian growled through his teeth.

"Well, you took your time. So you're finally done or are you going to go round three or are we up to four?" The woman spoke.

I couldn't help but drop my bottom lip and gasp with disbelief. Who is this vile woman and why the fuck is she in Christian's apartment? Was she watching us?

Fuck!

I tried to release my hand from Christian's but he gripped it tighter. Staring at me with his worried face Christian mouthed, "Don't."

"Christian stop with the formalities. I thought we were past that. How about using the correct term… Grandmother," the woman rolled her r's and had opened o's. I couldn't help but noticed she was tapping our ultrasound picture on the granite counter top.

Oh my God!


A/N:

Thank you for reading the new reworked/beta-ed "Misplaced & Found." If you haven't already done so, please favourite, follow, review and PM me regarding any M&F questions or concerns. See you soon for chapter 15.

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