Hi guys, sorry for the long delay. The new year has started a bit crazy, but now I finally had the time to get back to writing. Another new chapter should be up by Sunday and I might be able to update more than once next week too. I'm not quite sure how many chapters are left for this story, but I have two new stories already planned out, so once this story is finished there will be a new story going up soon. Thanks for all the PM's you guys have sent, I'm trying to answer them all tomorrow : )

Christian

Footsteps, the screech of a door being opened, my daughter's happy giggle... these are the sounds I have woken up to for the past week and I couldn't be happier. Happy to have Ana back in my life, happy to have my own little family and to learn more and more about the little routines and rituals that come with having a family. I never thought I would enjoy any of it that much, but I do and deep down I hope for Ana to get pregnant again soon, so Arielle gets a little brother or sister to play with and to have a friend she can always count on growing up.

It could all be perfect if it wasn't for Ana's fucking neighbor. The second he realized that I'm living here now he started his little pissing contest by coming over at 7:30 a.m. to ask if he wanted Ana to cut her bushes in the backyard because he was getting some work done in his backyard. Ana told him it wasn't necessary, but I would have loved to have some words with him, if anyone cuts my wife's fucking bushes it's me. Granted, I have no clue about gardening, but I would rather burn them all down than to have that fucker come anywhere near Ana. And since then he has stopped by at least once a day, yesterday the fucker brought a plate of homemade cookies for her... seriously, who is this guy, Ned fucking Flanders? Ana thinks it's hilarious, but I can't see the funny side of some fucker trying to get cozy with my wife.

Five minutes later I know he is at it again because I hear the door ring. Pissed, I get up, put some pants on and walk to the door just as Ana walks inside.

"Was it that fucker again?" I growl and she smiles and steps closer only to run her hands over my naked torso.

"Yes... but he is gone." She says and giggles.

"What did he want this time?" I ask while she is now unbuttoning my pants.

"He wanted to invite us for breakfast." She says still smiling and with a firm tug pulls my pants down.

"Did he now?"

"Yes, but think he won't bother us anymore." She says and starts to stroke my dick which immediately reacts to her touch.

"And why would that be, Mrs. Grey." I ask and suck in air when she drops to her knees and runs her tongue along the length of my cock.

"I told him we can't." She says circles the head of my erection with her tongue "...because you are still in bed and I'm about to wake you up to have my way with you."

"You didn't" I gasp more because she has now moved on to repeatedly taking me all the way into her mouth but also because the thought of Ana being that blunt turns me on even more than I already am which shouldn't even be possible.

"I thought you liked me naughty." She says while peeking up at me before she continues to torture me with her mouth.

"I do baby... especially right now." I moan and enjoy what she does to me until I decide to stop her so this isn't over before I get to be in my favorite place in the world.

"Ana, enough." I get out and she smiles up at me before I pull her to her feet and kiss her senseless while placing her in the middle of the bed after taking my t-shirt off of her which was all she was wearing.

"So ready, and I haven't even touched you, yet." I muse still amazed each time I see just how ready for me my wife is just by giving pleasure.

"I call it the Christian Grey effect." She smirks as I part her legs further to taste her.

"Oh really, Mrs. Grey..." I smirk back at her and run my tongue over her clit before I really go in and almost bust just hearing the little noises Ana makes deep in her throat every time I suck on her clit.

"Christian... please... I need you." She moans and I can no longer resist and kiss my way up her body until our lips meet and I thrust into her while our moans get lost in our kiss.

As we break free from the kiss to catch some breath I start to move faster and just watch Ana thrive in pleasure beneath me. She is mine, all mine and I will never ever let her go again.

"How about we just stay in bed and never leave." I ask her when I hold her in my arms a little later.

"So, you don't want to go back to being master of the universe." She asks and I frown. So, far I haven't been back at work and to my own surprise, I don't miss it. I'm enjoying my time with Ana and our daughter way too much to even think about being away from them for half of the day.

"I'm not sure, right now I don't want to go back. I just want to stay in our little bubble a little longer. Maybe I knock you up again." I grin and she smiles.

"Sounds like a good plan, do you want to work on it right now?" She asks grinning but her grin turns into a pout when we both hear Arielle cry.

"Rain check, now I have to tend to my other favorite girl." I smirk, kiss her get up and quickly put some clothes on before I head downstairs and take Arielle from Gail.

"There, there sweetheart, Daddy is here, no need to cry... so what's it going to be, breakfast or a clean diaper?" I ask her and have to laugh when she continues to cry which sounds completely out of tune.

"You get your musicality from your mommy, but we won't tell her that, right?" I chuckle and kiss her soft cheeks.

"Careful Grey, I have my eyes and ears everywhere." I here Ana's amused voice behind me.

"Baby, you have many talents, singing is not one of them." I smirk at her and she pokes her tongue out at me before she walks into the kitchen, while I head into the bathroom with Arielle to change her diaper.

"Are you going to be as feisty as your mommy?" I ask Arielle who just in that second grins at me. "I thought so too, sweetheart." I laugh, put her bottoms back on and pull her little dress down before I pick her up.

"Better, Miss Grey?"

"DADA!" Fuck my life, did she just call me Dada?

"What did you just say?"

"DADA!"

"ANA!" I call out and run with Arielle back to the kitchen.

"What happened, is she ok, why did you yell like that?" Ana asks me immediately.

"She just called me Dada, twice!" I tell her and she laughs.

"She is six months old, she didn't."

"She did, Ana. I'm telling you our daughter just called me Dada!" I insist and try to get Arielle to do it again, but all she does is to blow spit bubbles.

For the next three days, I have made it my life's mission to prove to Ana and my entire family, who doesn't believe me either, that my six month old is calling me Dada. She has done it four more times, but each time no one was around. At this point, I believe she is trying to fuck with me and I'm really tempted to put cameras in every room to have evidence of Arielle talking.

On this morning, however, I met early with Elliot for a friendly sparring match at the gym, but he seems way too distracted.

"What's wrong, Elliot?"

"Hell, I just never learn... I mean one would think I would get wiser with age, but nope, I'm still the same."

"Ok, what does that mean?"

"Last night, Cadie came over to visit the kids, I asked her to stay and talk about her upcoming work schedule since I have to go back to work and can't leave it to mom and dad to watch my kids. We talked, I had a drink or two... and then I fucked her all night long... please knock me out." He groans and I just stare at him.

"You fucked her? Jesus Christ, Elliot..." I mutter.

"Want to know the best part, she was a fucking virgin and it was the best sex of my life."

"From personal experience, some virgins will do that to you... but jokes aside have you talked to her?" I ask him and he gets that look he had since we were kids whenever he knew he fucked up bad.

"Elliot?!"

"I may have left before she was awake."

"Un-fucking-believable. I'm not even touching that one, go get a shower, drive home and talk to her."

"But I don't know what to tell her, thank her for the fuck?"

"God damn it if that's the best you can come up with just say nothing at all and let her go." I mutter under my breath.

"I don't know what to do here, bro. I'm still married to my murderous ex, have three young children that need me and right now is not the right time to start something new, but at the same time I don't want to hurt Cadie, she is a great girl."

"Then tell her that, tell her you are not ready to date again."

"Maybe... I gotta go." He mutters and leaves, while I decided on a quick workout before I head home and once inside Ana hurries over to me.

"Missed me much?" I grin and kiss her.

"That too... but also, do you remember how I have always hated when you turned into a jealous hulk?" She asks and I smirk.

"You didn't say it quite like that but yes, why?"

"Now is the time for full on hulk mode, Scott has lost his mind."

"The fucker? Has he touched you?"

"No, he is in the kitchen making breakfast."

"Excuse me?" Clearly, I must have gotten what she has said wrong.

"He stopped by five minutes ago and just invited himself to cook make breakfast for us... meaning him and I. My bad that I told Sawyer to help Gail getting groceries..." Before Ana can finish I'm in the kitchen where I find the fucker making pancakes.

"Good morning, Scott." I say coldly, grabbed the pan, put in the sink and let the water run, ruining his fucking pancakes.

"Christian, I was just cooking, Ana and I..."

"Listen, fucker! The next time you even look at my wife, I'm going to rip your fucking balls of and stuff them down your throat. She isn't interested in a old fuck like you and if you ever dare to set foot in our home again, sent cookies, cut the fucking bushes or even look at MY WIFE I will stomp you old ass into the good damn ground!" I sneer at him and his eyes widen in horror.

"I... I didn't mean, I... I was just trying..."

"Oh I know what you have been trying, but it's not working and now fuck off, because if anyone makes breakfast for my wife it's going to be me!" I snap and he leaves so fast it's almost comical.

Ana comes over to me and hugs me getting onto her tiptoes she kisses me, but we are both interrupted by Arielle who is her highchair clapping her chubby hands together looking at me.

"DADA!" she calls out and I laugh.

"You did it, babygirl." I say lift her up and kiss her soft cheek while Ana gapes at us.

"Did she just... I mean she did right?" She stutters.

"Yes, she just called me Dada, as I have been telling you for the past three days. Right princess, who am I tell mommy."

"DADA!" She says again.

"Looks like this little one is clearly a daddy's girl, you know what's missing?" She asks me with a loving smile.

"No, what?"

"A little momma's boy who looks just like his daddy, but first, we should talk about moving home." She says and kisses me again. My wife, my daughter... and soon we might add a little boy or another girl to our little family and I couldn't be happier about it...

Let me know if you want to read more about Elliot and Cadie next chapter...