Accidental dream 06

Christian's nightmare:

After Carla death; we return to Seattle, the carefree days of Hawaii are gone. replaced with work and preschool. I wig out pretty bad over my kids heading into preschool. Post-par-tum hits me for several weeks. Without Gail, I would have failed miserable as a mother. They would have never left the house.

At least I had a good excuse, Christian meltdown happened the moment they came home. Taylor photo bombed him as my eldest declared she wanted her six boyfriends over for a play date. Oh, and by the way Teddy's girlfriend and Alex boyfriend should come over as well. The look on his face was pure terror that his kids were already dating.

I emailed it out to the family: a had it added to the company newsletter. Christian is human despite, the company grapevine to the rumors he's a cyborg or Borg. I wonder who started that rumor, I'm betting the Star ship GreysWorld Captain Barney, IT guru.

I have to be the bad guy and demand Phoebe chose one boyfriend. She pouts for a week, then chooses a boy not even one of the six. Alex is rotating boyfriends every week. Teddy's girl dumps him for another boy.

The angst of relationships, Christian catches Phoebe on first base, so we have to give the kids the first sex talk. I'm tired, beet red, and very shocked as my daughter Alex explains the birds and bees to me. Elliot is a dead man.

The summer progressed nicely, I moved back into Chris office as deputy CEO. Still keeping my hand in editing for Grey publishing. But the kids are happy we are together in the office. Roz opens a daycare center in the sixteen-floor lounge. Our kids are branching out making friends.

As the kids head to Kindergarten, Dr. Green informs me I didn't have the flu; I am four-month pregnant. Chris stuck in traffic misses the first ultrasound. Gail, Grace, Dr. Green try to calm me. its not working.

I see the cause of my fury, smiling down the hall at me. He finally realizes my face. He bolts for the car. I chase him down. Catching him at the SUV. He begs forgiveness, he doesn't know why yet.

"I'm having you fix Grey! No doubt about it! even if I have to do it myself! Where is my Fairbairn?" I yell. He does the only option left to him. Kissing me. I can't stand up to his lips on me, the fury disappears into lust; I really hate these hormones.

After I'm horny, in public, needing some relieve. "what did I do now?"

"YOUR SUPER SPERM HAS GOT ME KNOCKED UP WITH TWINS!" I scream as everyone including a couple of press-whores hear me. Christian lifts me into the car, and away Taylor and Gail drive us home. The private screen up before we exist the parking lot. He makes me roar so loud the couple in the car next to us at a stop light are frozen in shock. But I don't care, I need my super sexologist husband to work his magic on me. Again, and again.

Xxxxx

Thanksgiving week:

Sunday before Thanksgiving is family dinner at Grey Manor. The first I will see Elliot since the disastrous Halloween incident. What was Chris thinking taking our kids treat or treating with Elliot and Kate. Chris spent the next week on the couch. Worse they did the Kids at the Mall treat or treating. I can still see the tabloid and real press headlines with Elliot in his Conan the barbarian outfit, OMG Elliot it's a kid event, and you show up in a fur speedo. Just as bad Kate's Princess Jehnna outfit from the climatic scene is not PG or even close.

Didn't matter the kids where in superhero costumes or Christian's Dr. Strange. They're just lucky my Braxton-Hicks was acting up that night. Must breath, calm my nerves. Get thru tonight, then Thursday at my house. Then peace and quiet till Christmas.

I check with Gail, since I'm twice the size I was with the triplets. These two are huge, I can't wait to get Christian fixed, I think one more birth, then we are done populating the Grey clan. I sit and watch the kids and Christian fishing from the pier.

Memories of my youth, before three, before the pain. Just me and Ray sitting on the boat, floating and drifting with the wind. Fishing, with me reading and him staring at me. Dad was never much of a talker, when he did talk it was deep and meaningful. Emotion could erupt and fill me with happiness and love.

A smile creeps into my face, watching his concern as I hooked a worm. My face all angst and stress at hurting the slimy little sucker. Of pure panic whenever I hooked a fish. The happiness of Ray's pride in me. I wish Dad was here, fishing with his grandkids. Tears pour from me, hurt and misery at all the things he missed doing with me, us.

I don't know when Gail took me into her arms, just when the kids come pouring in. Seeing me miserable and weak, they pile on; giving me love and strength. "It's ok, I was just wishing Daddy was here to see you guys, fish with you guy. Knowing your grandfather Ray." The words peter out, lost in the reality of what can never be.

I wake in bed, with the sun falling behind the peninsula across the Sound. Cleaning up, I wander down stairs to the family. Christian and Carrick are stomping Elliot and Sawyer in Rainbow Six on the game console. The girls are baking with Gail and Mia in the Kitchen, While Teddy is reading a story to Grace and the Grand's. smiling I wander around greeting everyone, then head into to bake.

After the guest have gone, they gets bathed and in bed. I sit on the couch sipping my tea. Christian comes and encase me in his arms.

"Better?"

"yes, sorry for the meltdown."

"Anna? We all miss Ray. Even those who didn't know him. He was so important in your life. You loved each other so deep and pure. No one can replace him, But Jason and Gail do a good job living up to what we need. Lean on her, please, babe? I need you around to keep me sane and loved." Christian speaks nuzzled in my neck.

"It's just the hormones and the season. We will get thru this week and take all of December off, don't argue husband. The C-section is due on Christmas eve. You missed last time, you're not missing this pair." I turn taking his lips. Sucking and biting. Stroking his guy to full hardness. Opening him up, straddling his body on my couch, in my living room. Making him my slave to my pregnant driven lust.

I scream letting the world disappear to just us, just the two of us. In my house, my living room, my man. Coming down I hear the laughter from the stairs, great the kids heard and saw us getting our freak on. I really have to dump something sticky and painful on Elliot. "Bed, NOW!"

Hearing the patter of feet, then the echoes of "Night mommy; daddy" I relax into my husband's arms. waking the next morning to three inquisitive eyes staring at me in my bed. "Yes?"

"we are making sure you don't get sad again about Grandpa Ray." My kid's whisper to me, cuddling into me, I feel love and happy. "It's ok, I just miss my daddy. He's in heaven watching us right now, happy and cheerful at the life I've created and have."

"Yea, Grandma Grace said the same thing yesterday when Teddy told her to shut up and not bother you. We wouldn't let her get mad at your absence, she still has Grandpa C. you lost both your parents. but Daddy says Grandma Gail and Jason are our adopted grandparents. Grandma Grace didn't like that."

"well, tough, she will just have to learn to live with it. Now, I have to pee, and you three need showers. Scoot off you go." They head out to get cleaned up, I waddled to the bathroom, pissing takes forever. I step into the hot spray, heaven in the mist. I hear laughter as my daughters join me. laughing we shower. Then help with my legs and feet. Playing more than cleaning. I will miss these moments when they are older.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tuesday Grey house: before Thanksgiving

Today is my last day till I go on maternity leave. The staff is sneaking away to the big conference room on ground floor. My babe shower/maternity leave/ Christmas party. I have a few things on my desk at GIP on 14th floor. Waddling down with Parker, I don't think anything is amiss till I enter my office.

Jack lays on the floor, bleeding out. Liz is laughing insane, holding a miniature aluminum baseball bat. I remember seeing it on Jack's shelf, Detroit Tigers. I start to back up but Parker shoves me into the office.

Moving to my desk I watch the two, evil flares in their eyes. I lay my hand on the back of the nameplate I carved. Feeling the magic release icons. They don't know that Rays hobby in wood working was puzzle boxes. Taught me well how to make secret chambers and things that aren't what the seem.

"Well?" I demand, breaking the madding hackle of the two.

"Well bitch! Jack attacked you. Then I tried and failed to save you. Parker gets shot with Hyde's gun, but survives. Happily, you die and the two brat your carrying. I plan on using the ten minutes we have with Jack favorite sex toy. (she waves the baseball bat), he had the cheap aluminum filled with lead. Loved to sodomize the PA. I'm going to love causing your miscarriage with it. Then Christian and Greys will learn not to fuck with our family." She dances threatening about. I push the button, releasing my name plate.

"Sis, stop Monologuing and get it done, tick tock." Parker spits in my face.

"your brother and sister?" I look unbelieving

"Yes, mom like a wide variety of rich, perverts. I'm the middle child, Allen in the baby, while Eliana was the oldest." She sneers, moving towards me, must buy some more time.

"You're Eliana Lincoln sibling, no wonder your fucking nuts. What's Jack part?" I edge around the side of the desk.

"Jack, well he hates Christian, he was supposed to be the adopted trouble case from Detroit. But Grey's chose Christian instead. A he was Eliana prodigy in her SM fantasy world." Liz starts around one side, as her brother blocks the other.

I slide the lock on my name plate. Flick of the wrist, a seven-inch dual edge blade snaps out. Before the click of the locking mechanisms I'm swing for her throat. She stares dumb-ass as the click and slurping sounds fills the room. Her head near falls off her neck. As she crashes down to the floor looking at her big dumb fat ass.

Turning to Parker, he draws his gun, smiles wickedly and falls head first into my desk. As his brains spatter all over my wall. Looking up, I see Jason, moving in with a smoking gun, as Luke has my husband in a sleeper hold. Seeing the threats gone, he releases him. I remember little of his carrying me to our office, holding me on the floor. The kids piling on. I just killed a person. A sick deranged person, but a person non-the less. I should be weeping, but the twins are kicking me hard.

"Calm down you two, everything is all right." I yell at them. Which breaks the triplets into hysterical laughter? Even Chris is laughing at me, with me? Fr ##$ #$K it: I laugh too at myself. After a while, Andrea leads me to shower and change, didn't realize I had their tainted evil blood on me.

After the police and everyone demanding to check up on me, from the executives to the janitors. Christian carries a weary me home to bed. And Thanksgiving eve is today. As the Astrolabe Grandfather Clock in the entry way proclaims with mystical ethereal musical notes. I love that clock.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Thanksgiving Day:

Kate is mad, as her boyfriend's pleas of mercy after I poured a bowls of honey coated marshmallow sauce over his dumb head. I told him repeatedly to stop teach my kids improper jokes and words. Did he really think teaching Teddy the dictionary of F-words? Today of all days; Christian was luck to be outside with my godfathers and Carrick.

Grace is hoping mad at me. I don't care: "MY HOUSE ! MY RULES111111" shut everyone up.

"Go head Mommy Punch Grandma Grace" screams Alex. I so want to do that, but have to be the adult. Christian is holding me, dragging me back to the game room. Jason has Alex, which should be enough. Ah Shit!

"OUCH! TEDDY?" screams Grace as his foot connected with her shin. Mia and Sawyer grab him and Phoebe. Great. Just great.

Thirty minutes we return to the downstairs to find surprise everyone still here. Even newly shone Elliot. the chrome dome looks for a while may cause him to start acting like adult around my kids. After apologies dinner was served.

After everyone has left, we all cuddle in our bed. Watching the clouds play hide and seek with the moon. Till sleep takes us all to happy dreamland's. Tomorrow has got to be a better day.

Xxxxxx

C_pov

Laying here in bed, her in my arms, the kids about us. I can't look up thru the sky light at the moon. I look at my family, my crazy wonderful family. With two more on the way, scheduled for Christmas eve C-section. They all drift off to sugarplum lands and daring do's adventures. watching them sleep fills the world, my world with such happiness and worries. But tomorrow is for worries, right here and now its just happiness.

Sleep takes me to strange dreams of weddings and grandchildren. Watching my grandson, lead me to a swing in the wildflower meadow behind the Garage. Demanding I push him till he is so high he could fly, like I do Teddy and the girls. Having Teddy, my age, throw his arm around my shoulder and lean on me. tears fall at how happy my life has become, and will get even better tomorrow.

Alex scoots up and leans across me to lay her head on Anna stomach. Sleep talking to her siblings, how they must always protect mommy and daddy. That Granddad Ray demands they make us happy. Because we've had too much sadness and hurt in our life's.

Stroking her head, I let those thoughts lighten my heart and soul. Tomorrow will be a better day.