Accidental dreams 04
Sea Meadow house:
The house on the Sound, Our home. Driving down the driveway always sparks the guilt and pain of that day four years ago. Why the hell did I get Christian Helicopter Pilot introduction lessons. I can remember clearly his face coming into land. The smile was miles wide and so him.
The horror of the small Cessna driving down on them, a newly rich millionaire drunk flying, ran into their rotors about fifty feet off the ground. Watching the chopper crash down, seeing my husband's body in the wreckage. If the asshole Cessna pilot wasn't dead, I kill him, it probably good they cremated the remain, I was tempted if they buried him to dig him up and shoot me dead again. Chris and instructor survived. The poor instructor pilot is cripple from the chest down.
Christian had massive damage, broken bones and internal injuries. The worst was the concussion, his brain swelled. The doctors tell me he suffered no brain damage, but they won't know for sure till he's wakes up. Then the surprise Dr. Green laid on me. A quick pee, I'm pregnant; about a month along. Then a month later the ultra sound shows three blips. I had to step up and save the company, my marriage, and my husband.
The fights I had with Grace and Carrick, over bring my husband home to my house. Arriving home, we all rush up to the master bedroom. Every time we return to Sea meadows, we rush upstairs to our bedroom, hopefully for a miracle. There in his sumo size hospital bed lay my world, my husband, father to our kids. I hope every time I walk in that he will be awake. But he's not, my heart crashes.
The nannies hustle the kids to their game room. While I crawl up and lay with my man. It's been one of those days. I feel his warmth. Drifting to sleep, dreaming of us and the kids playing in the wildflower meadow behind the garage.
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I wake to my kids crawling on us. Cuddling up to their father. I smile at them not opening my eyes. Feeling Chris pull me tight to him. Shocked, looking up into beautiful open, alert, grey eyes. Phoebe is feeding him ice chips. While his other arm has her and Teddy. Alex in kneeling behind my back stroking his arm.
"Hi!" is all I can speak. Tear flood from me. Alex gets mad. "Alex? These are happy tears! Your father is awake." She doesn't seem to want to understand, that Grey stubbornness. "Lighten up Alex." Teddy admonish her.
I find the call button and push it. Cindy and George, Christian nurses rush in, followed by Gail and the Nannies. Seeing Christian awake, puts them on over drive. Cell phone sprout from their hands. Gail walks over.
My housekeeper slash adopted mother, Gail, strokes my hair. Smiling at me. I hated my mother for a long time. Measuring everyone against her. Till Gail showed me love and devotion was better. I would have never survived everything without her wisdom and love.
She should have been my mother, married to Ray. I know Taylor, my head of security, is warming her bed. I've started to see him as second father, someone Ray would have been proud to help me thru life. My god fathers think the world of him.
"Kids, get washed for dinner, I need some alone time with your father" I squeak
The Nannies herd them out not before Teddy yells "They want to get their freak on! That what uncle Elliot said would happen when Dad wakes up." passing thru the door.
Looking into the grey eyes filled with love. "What? How?" whispers thru his dry throat. Kissing him, being kissed back is heaven after four years. "the Depo shot was defective, they recalled the whole batch. We had triplets. The one feeding you was our oldest daughter Phoebe Grace Trevelyan-Grey. The boy is our youngest child Theodore Raymond Trevelyan-Grey. The girl behind me was Alexandra Anastasia Trevelyan-Grey, Alex for short, our middle child and future CEO replacement. I'm your wife if you remember."
Whispered words seep out of his mouth, feeling the warm breath on my lips. "wife, can't be? She is much older, more warts and wrinkles" smirks Christian. I lean in and bite his lip. We kiss all tongue and passion. A loud bang on the door, signal entry. "Latter your catheter." Leaning back cradled in his arms. "Enter!"
Christian's doctor Bob and his mother enter the room, I'm surprised. "Excellent your awake Mr. Grey. Anna. Your mother and I were at tea discussing the upcoming residents' rotation" that explains her presence, we have not gotten back to normal relationship since I moved Christian here.
I leave, taking Grace with me: seated on window seat in the hallway alcove. We don't talk just wait for the doctor to tell us. He doesn't take long. "Christian seems fine, all motor and sensation test are perfect. mind is good. I have the nurses getting him cleaned up and dressed. I think it's best to wait downstairs in the great room. Call me if something happens." He says walking down stairs.
"Grace, please wait down stair with the children." I command and walk into my room, locking the door.
The nurses have him on the bedpan, giving him a sponge bath. I grab some cloths and go into the bath room. Shower and change into comfortable cloths. I walk out to Christian gripping about the wheelchair kilt.
"It covers my ankles, it's a dress!" He barks despite his sore throat voice.
"Chris, stop. Its designed to cover you and allow easy of access in the bathroom. Now here's your shirt." I bark back.
Dressed; we head down the hall to the elevator. I had one capable of fitting a gurney and staff installed during the remodel. It makes furniture moves to the second and third floors easier as well.
Wheeling my man into the great room, I see the family has arrived minus Mia. She's still in Paris, but I suspect the first flight home is just hours away. With Georges help, we transfer Chris to the couch. Immediately the kids climb up on him. His throat is still soar from disuse. Phoebe sits on the arm of the couch feed him juice thru a straw, Chris left arm behind her, steadying her. Teddy is wrapped under his right arm.
Alex sits on my lap, glaring at him. I jostle her, surging my shoulder. "Don't make Mommy sad again daddy." She snaps cuddling into me. Grace and Carrick are shocked. Elliot laughs walking over hugging him. "Better behave Christian, she plans on ousting you from CEO before she graduates from middle school."
I move to let his parents have some time with him. Herding the kids to dinner, I know Gail will bring out a tray of doctor approved food for Christian to eat. I head back in sitting with Grace on the Love seat as the guys huddle. I didn't see Teddy sneak back in, but he's in the male only huddle, Giggling.
The others go to eat in the dining room, as Gail wheels a serving cart in with our dinner. I cuddle into his arms, helping him eat. Watching the sunset disappear thru the far coast line of the Sound.
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A week later:
Christian is walking, the intensive physical therapy while in the coma is paying off now. The motorized bicycle and arm cycle kept him flexible and toned. He loved the video of him on the device while the kids rode their stationary bikes with him. Or the video of us cuddled in his bed watching Christmas morning peak thru the skylight. we have so many video moments with him.
Today, we walk into Grey house. The kids are stoked to get here and show Daddy all the cool thing we did while he slept. Entering on my arm, to steady him. We ride the elevator to our floor. The kids do their monkeys in a cage dance. Hanging on the handrails, making us laugh.
Walking out into the foyer, I introduce the new people. Roz bear hugs him, kissing his forehead. She did the same thing last week, when her and her wife, my former high school friend Gwen; Arrived with the Grand's. we partied and talked long into the night. Then I took my man to our bed, I already ordered and larger California King to replace my queen size should be here tomorrow.
Waking to his breath tickling my face; he's was worried about his lack of erection. I tease him, reminding him the doctor said it would be a couple of days before his body could perform. I don't feel cheated at all just laying in his arms sucking the filling from his teeth.
Loud bangs and screams filter from the hallway; as our kids discover the first locked parent's bedroom door in their lives. They don't like it one bit. Making sure we are decent, I get up and unlock the door, which nearly breaks my nose as our trying three-year-olds explode into the room and surge over the bed to tackle Chris.
"hey what about me?" as I step to the foot of the bed. Wrong demand as they surge to me, nearly knocking me to the floor. I mange to keep them on the bed. Snaking thru them to Chris arms. We all cuddle up together.
"Well this is great, but I want food. Kids go get cleaned upped and at the table. Gail has breakfast waiting. Scoot!" Chris tease. They head out "Told you they want to get their freak on!" Phoebe now says
"STOP listening to your Uncle Elliot. we are not getting our FREAK ON!" I scream after them.
"not yet, but soon, very soon, Mrs. Grey." Chris rubs my girls under my night shirt. I roll away from him before we never get out of this bed. Walking around I help him to the bathroom and the toilet. With everything happening in the master bedroom, I had two toilets in closet installed. After we do are business, I help him into the shower seat.
Hour later:
I wheel Chris into the dining room. We eat as the kids are doing cards for daddy in the playroom. Afterwards he plays with the kids while I do paperwork. The day is just us; The kids are bonding with him, even our mutate Alex.
She is so the best and worst of me and Chris. Her stubbornness and fight at the drop of dime attitude middle child is muscle and protector of the three; From her long copper locks and blue eyes, to her tomboyish fashion. She is pushing to follow Chris.
Teddy, my youngest and biggest of the babies, has copper hair, blue eyes introvert with a devilish streak of adventure, but is my clone, quiet, caring, already in love with books and knowledge. They family tease us that Teddy kicked his sisters out first, just so he could have me to himself for three minutes more.
Phoebe, my eldest and the smallest of the three at birth is our brown hair grey eyes extrovert, drama queen, and mastermind of the mischief they do so frigging well. But also, the caring, comforting one of the group, I suspect she will follow Grace into Medicine.
I smile at the fun they are having while I toil thru report and emails. But a billion-dollar company doesn't idle or work on autopilot. I can't wait for Chris to take back the reins of CEO. Tomorrow Chris starts rehab to recover from four years of coma. Hopeful next week, he will be back to work with me.
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As Chris works up to full time CEO, we share his office. I love the lock the door sex breaks we take. His manhood problems are gone, he's just mad his stamina is taking longer to return. I don't care, he sex's me to multiple orgasm with just his fingers and mouth. Don't get me started on the whispered words that shutter my body, leaving me on the edge of orgasm, till a touch or lick break the dam.
Having clean up from our pound Anna against the window. We sit on the couch, waiting tea and coffee. I check my tablet with the spy cameras in the day care center next door. The three prisoners are happily playing some word game Maxie introduced to them. Making words and saying them, who can use the most letter blocks.
Cuddling into my mans arm. We have thirty minutes till our next conference, the Taiwan shipyard takeover. Today marks the end of the first month back to work for my husband. Soon I can shift to Grey Publishing; The current head Roche, is holding me a spot as an editor. I still am not sure I want to move six floors down. But Chris needs to reclaim the respect and admiration of the staff.
Later the ride home is joyous, it's Friday and we have the whole weekend to play with the kids and each other. I smirk at Chris arguing with Alex why she can't skip school and intern under Daddy. Teddy leans over asking about a word in a book. Has I help him, Phoebe jumps into the fray demanding Alex go to pre-school with her, how can she keep the other boys away from her boyfriends(shes has just four) without her bodyguard. Chris is gulping air like a beached fish. His daughter with boys like he was or Elliot. I giggle at the irony.
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Christmas week:
We have ditched the family in favor of a quiet Christmas in Aspen at our house on the hill. We spend the days leading up to Christmas, playing in the snow, sledding, and just goofing off. With the kids ensconced with their nannies on a Disney cartoon marathon. We sneak out to the slopes to ski. The first time since my father and me last ski trip. Ray taught me to ski, love the outdoors and even hold my nose while hooking a worm up. I feel him in the mountains as we lazily meander down the intermediate slopes. I look forward to a hot chocolate, warm cuddle and at least an hour childless in the lodge room we rented. Tomorrow is the manic, panic of Christmas Eve.
"Watch out, Duck!" screams Taylor behind us. I dive face first into the snow. Pain shoots thru my hip. Rolling over I see Christian beating two snowboarders and Taylor and Ryan with three more. Breaking out of my ski's, I charge one of the assholes attacking my husband.
I feel it, turning looking at another snowboarder bearing down on me, shit he has a chain in his hand. I just react on instinct and training. The Tanto folder flicks open, I dive into the attack; throwing off his aim with the chain. We crash, I lay stunned in the snow covered in blood. Looking downhill, fuzzy. I see a body and bloody trail below. I look about for my knife, I can't find it.
Christian holds me, as the ski patrol sleds me down the mountain. I have a broken collarbone and maybe some ribs. The Snowboarders are Eco-terrorist, anarchist college drop outs. I never get it, we are the Greenest takeover and merger company on the planet, hell last year we gave almost a billion dollars in the aid to needy people around the world. Maybe if we publicized it these assholes would back off.
Waiting for x-rays the police are interrogating us, I left my knife in chain boy's manhood, my collar bone broke his lower leg. Boo-hoo, Chris gets five stiches behind his ear, from one of the assholes rings. Taylor is bruised, but ok. Ryan is nursing a broken arm, well in truth, the Nurses are nursing Ryan's third leg, by the sounds of it.
Total is six dropout assholes in the hospital; We four going back to the house, well three. Ryan is going home with two nurses, to help the hero's recovery. I wonder if the cast will survive the roommates'. Can't wait to find out.
After the Hospital finally release me. I'm in a collarbone brace thing ma jig. With a dinner plate size bruise on my hip from a errand snowboard. Chris smirks its kinky how it corrects my posture and sticks my girls out. Till the doctor limits our sex to slow, steady and non-rough, in a week. I whisper my poor depressed husband, that my mouth is ready, willing and able to relive him of his tension at any time.
Watching Chris turn beet red, is worth the pain of a good belly laugh. The kids are waiting when we arrive. Phoebe is all "you need this mom or that mommy" playing Nurse. Teddy is all comforting "let me read you a book".
Alex, well Chris had to chase her down the driveway, she was bent on going to the county jail and kicking the assholes balls for hurting her mother. I smirk as he tries to control her rage and need to protect us, her parents. finally, she crawls into my arms, whispering sorries. I kiss her head. My Warrior princess.
Gail wanders in, I demanded Taylor and her join us. It's day before Christmas eve, I want my friends with me. Mal, Jose, Mia are in Paris. The Grand's are in the not-freezing Virgin Islands. The Grey's are in Germany, extending the medical conference Grace attended to a Christmas vacation in Marburg. A little bird whispered that She was going to convince grandpa stud muffin to adopt or foster some more kids.
Watching the snow turn heavy, the fire roaring, the children singing and playing. We adults mellow the warmth of Christmas spirit.
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New Year Eve day. Paris:
Mal is deep kissing Jose on the sofa. Pose, my cooking school partner is sandwiched between two hunky supermodels. Pricilla is running the bar, I she her shake, I know her boyfriend this week, is under her, tongue deep. The forty-people floating thru my new Years Eve bash, are mostly from school or club friends. Tabor and Morris are Anna's and Christian Men in Black; keeping the party calm, uncrowded and relatively safe. It's their Apartment off the main drag of Marais neighborhood.
I wander feeling lost and alone in the crowd. I step out on the roof patio to catch some air. It to cold for most of the crowd, even with the propane heaters. I watch the lighted sky line to the Eiffel, that where the ball will drop. I romantically wish I had someone to share this with, make love with.
"OUCH! What the Fu_" I scream. As hand shove me against the railing. I'm stunned by a fist to my head, dazed I hear my dress rip. Hands violate me, ripping my thong off. I start to struggle, Ouch and other fist to back on my head. "Tell your brother this is payback for ruining my family" he screams in my ear. I try to fight but he's to strong, too violent.
I look about me, nearly naked sitting on my ass, against the roof's brick parapet. A tall heavy asshole is being dragged away by Tabor. I look up into Green eyes alight with lust, violence, it wets me and scares me. He squats and picks me up; carrying me to my room. The only locked room in the apartment tonight. Stripping the tore rags off me, he pushes me into the shower. I turn to lust at his hot body, blonde locks and those piercing green gems in his head.
I start to cry. "Fuc ##$K it" a deep baritone says. Looking up, my hero, naked enters the shower and takes me in his arms. Later in bed, I gift Luke my most priced gift. We make love and animalistic lust till Jose bangs on the door proclaiming Lunch is served.
"Luke, what do you do?" I ask afraid of what he will say in the harsh light of morning.
"I'm screwed. I'm suppose to take over head of security for you three here in Europe. Taylor's going to kill me, for falling in love with you, bedding you. I doubt Elliot or Mr. Grey will like a nobody dating their sister."
"Well, screw them. What do you want to do about this, us?"
He looks at me like I just had an alien explode thru my chest. I shutter he will leave me, he can't? I feel things I've never felt, given him my virginity. My heart is breaking.
"I don't know, maybe boyfriend/girlfriend. If you like. I mean no pressure or anything. I just don't want you feeling trapped or pity me?" Luke says near a whisper. I perk up, he's as scared as I am. I touch his face and the doubts, family disappear. "I would like to be your Girlfriend! I'm old enough to make my own way. If you want me that is?"
"Mia Grey. I like very much to be your boyfriend, only boyfriend. One day you'll be Mrs. Luke Sawyer! No pressure or anything." He smirks kissing me. the door rattle as last call for lunch is bellowed by Mal and Jose. Great the two horn-dogs are ruining the moment.
"let's get dresses, I'm hungry, I bet you've worked up an appetite; how I can't guess!" he says scrambling away from furious me. I chase him as he gathers his cloths. God! my man has a fine ass, can't wait to spank it for his teasing of me. After some make up sex, we head out into the spotless apartment. Mal and Jose, Tabor and Morris and Mrs. Beaufort the housekeeper are waiting at the dining room table.
"Everyone listens up, listen up good! This is Luke, new head of security and my boyfriend. Ratting us out to the adults or Anna and Christian is getting someone balls removed. Am I clear!" I see every head nod except Tabor. I glare at him.
"Mia chill sit and eat. Rus step out side for a second?" Luke says. They leave and Mal and Jose are all over me for the dirty deeds. I evade as best I can. Till Luke and Tabor return, sitting. He kisses me, whispering it taken care of.
Lounging in the sunny salon, Morris explains my attacker was the druggie son of one of Anna's takeover in Atlanta two years ago. His parents just divorced cutting off his money fueled drug and party tour of Europe. The police are arraigning him in his hospital bed, seems he escape Tabor, falling down several flights of stairs. Good ridden!
Later that evening I talk to Anna, she not happy I fell for my new security chief, but knows he a stand-up level-headed guy, perfect for me. we girl talk, happy she will support us. Luke comes in very pale and a little shaky "what?"
"Just got off the phone with Taylor and Mr. Grey: I'm on probation as your boyfriend and CPO till they are convinced that I can do both." He cuddles into my arms.
"I told them if it's a choice between job and you. I will choose you. I don't have much money, or skill beyond security. But I'm not looking for a sugar-mommy or trust fund kid to leech off of."
"Well bad news, my trust fund is going to fund my café when we get home to Seattle. I'm not rich enough to sugar mommy you, although having a boy-toy sex slave does have it merit. You'll find in this family we work at real jobs. Otherwise the Grand's and my Parents would kill us. Christian only got a pass because he was in a coma." I smirk, taking the rain of kisses that the conversation is over, the kinky fuckery: Elliot screams at Chris and Anna in the beginning. of their marriage.
Later we walk the night streets to the bakery, getting fresh warm croissants; lounging on a empty road side bench. Watching the sole traffic meander by with the early morning joggers and walks of shame. Later we aimlessly meander back to the apartment and bed. This semester in cooking school is looking up. very up. As my lips smack, licking the drool at my favorite thing at eye level. So, juice and good, I lick then ravage my man.