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I wipe my mouth softly with the napkin Christian provided before lunch. We just finished eating and Christian slowly moves his hand up and down my thigh.
"Your sexcapades almost made me forget something incredibly important. OH! Two things important." I giggle at his playfulness. We have been comfortably quiet while eating and this is the first conversation we've had since right before eating.
"Okay, what is it?" I shift my body so I'm looking at him.
"Where's my Will?" His Will? I'm instantly reminded of his slip up earlier. I grab his hand and try to give him a comforting smile.
"He's at his grandparents house for a little play date." He nods his head, but I clearly see the wheels turning.
"You drove all the way to your dad's already? That's a long drive with traffic..." He shifts his gaze to the empty food containers in front of us.
"No. He is at Ethan's parents house." I say cautiously... I'm not sure why though.
"Oh..." He says then trails off. He has yet to return his eyes to me. He runs a hand through his hair and I immediately know he didn't like my answer. But why? What is going on in that beautiful mind of his?
"You're so casual about it." He blurts out and his brows instantly furrow. He is confused himself it seems.
"Casual?" I ask because I have no idea what he is talking about and how this relates to our previous topic.
"Like Ethan's family is still your family and you are so close with them...it's all so...casual." I want to giggle at his childish response but don't. This world of parenting is so new to him and I vow right now to always be patient with him regarding it.
"Christian, look at me." He fidgets for a few seconds before finally looking over at me. He shifts his body to mimic mine. I give him a smile and a squeeze of the hand. "They are Will's grandparents. Just because I am no longer with their son doesn't mean I will stop talking to them. They have basically been my second family growing up. They love Will as much as they love Kate and Ethan...sometimes probably even more." I giggle at that statement. It's true, Will is their favorite person in the world. He looks lost at my words but nods his head as if he understands.
"You know, my mom would love to watch Will too..." Bless his sweet heart. It's not a competition of who's family can watch Will.
"Christian..." I say with a tilt of the head. "I know your mom can. I didn't call her to watch him. She asked if she could have him for the day since she was having her sister over with her grandchildren." A comforting smile plays on my lips. He nods his head a little more forcefully this time and I think he gets it.
"But just so you know, my parents will watch him anytime as well. I'm surprised my mom or Mia hasn't called to take him for the day." He says with a smile creeping on to his face.
"Well Mr. Grey, I will remember that and if they ever ask to have him, we will discuss it at that time." His smile falters and I know my sentence caught him off guard. I decide to quickly change the subject.
"What else did we need to discuss old man?" He laughs at my nickname for him. Subject effectively changed.
"Old man?" He says attempting to sound affronted.
"Yes old man. You have already forgotten about the other important thing." I giggle. He stands up and holds his hand out to me. He walks us to the couch and pulls me onto his lap.
"Baby, you know there is nothing old about me." He says while nuzzling my hair. He's already ready for another round. His stamina is ridiculous.
"Hmm...I beg to differ." I wiggle out of his arms and off his lap. He doesn't want me to at first but reluctantly lets me. He runs a hand through his hair and his jaw tenses. Something clearly has him upset.
"We were spotted out yesterday." Okay... Not seeing the big deal here. He gets up to grab his iPad off his desk and returns. With a few taps he has all the articles pulled up. I read through them and my heart drops with each one. Why are people so mean? They don't know Will or myself.
"Ana..." I look up to see Christian eyeing me. He looks as upset as I feel. He moves his hand toward my face and his thumb wipes under my eyes. Am I crying? I'm crying. They talked about my baby in the last one and how Christian shouldn't want second hand things. I truthfully don't care what they say about myself but my baby is another story. "I'm so sorry baby. This is all my fault." I tilt my head and narrow my eyes.
"How in the world is this your fault?" I implore.
"If you wouldn't have met me-" I cut him off quickly.
"Stop right there Grey." I growl out. He at least has the decency to look guilty. "I do not like self pity. You're a grown man and I'm a grown woman. I made the decision to be with you. You didn't force me to be in a relationship with you. Just like you didn't write those articles." Understanding and...adoration washes over his face. "I love you. Will loves you." He grabs me and pulls me into his arms. His nose makes its way to my hair and he inhales deeply.
"I love you both so much." His voice is strained. "I would die if anything were to happen to either of you." My heart sores at his words and I smile into his neck.
"I'm not worried about what they say about me." Christian pulls back and looks at me like I have two heads. "I'm worried about what they write about Will. He's only 3. I don't want his name to be published all over the country." My heart sinks again and I feel a little lost when it comes to this. Even with once being married to a media family...
"Baby." I look to Christian. "Your phone's ringing." Wow, I must have been deep in thought. I never heard it. I climb up and make my way to my purse. I answer before looking at the caller ID.
"Hello" I answer quickly hoping to catch the other person on the line.
"Ana." Ethan's voice is strained and weak. My mind immediately goes to Will.
"What's wrong?" I squeak out. My stomach has dropped and my heart is beating a mile a minute. I feel Christian's arms engulf me as he turns me to face him. I must have panic written all over my face because he instantly becomes worried.
"Will's fine. He's fine." He says. I throw my hand to my chest and take a deep breath.
"You sounded like something was wrong. Don't scare me like that again." I say in a light manor so I don't sound rude. But really - if he does that again I'll give him something to sound worried about.
"Ana..." I squint my eyes. Something's wrong alright, but it is with Ethan not Will.
"Ethan." I respond.
"Put him on speaker" Christian mouths to me. I shake my head no and pull from his arms. I walk to his floor to ceiling windows.
"You're in the tabloids with him." He sounds off. I'm not sure what it is though. Clearly he is upset, but hadn't we gone over this already? I stay quiet. I'm not really sure how to navigate this with him. I hear a deep, troubled sigh echo through the phone.
"Look...we need to talk about this. I would prefer my son not be in tabloids..."
"I know. I agree wholeheartedly." I answer him. I do agree. I do not want Will in any tabloids.
"I got off a little early today. I'm going to swing by and pick up Will. Can I drop him off in about an hour?" Ethan sounds stressed over this.
"Of course. I'll see you in an hour." I say then hang up. I feel Christian behind me and when I turn it is confirmed. He is staring at me with so much...what is that? Anger?
"Ethan is dropping Will off at the house in an hour." I move to get closer to him but instead of meeting me he doesn't move. I wisely decide to stop my path to Christian and make my way to clean up our lunch.
"He can drop him off here." He says in a voice I cannot recognize. I roll my eyes then turn to look at him while I clean up. He has still made no movement.
"No, that's out of the way for him." I say shortly. What's his deal?
"Out of the way for him." Christian mutters sarcastically under his breath with a sinister chuckle. I have finished cleaning up our lunch and the area looks spotless. I can't say the same for the direction of this conversation. I stay quiet hoping the tactic I used earlier will work once more. I make my way towards my purse.
"So you're leaving?" He says in disbelief when I reach my purse. I look at him. His body is radiating anger. His jaw is tense. Patience Ana, patience.
"Yes. I am going to my house so I can be there when my child is dropped off. Also, Ethan wants to discuss the tabloid issue." I say calmly, hoping it will ease some of his anger. It doesn't.
"Well, I'll come with you then." He says loudly and moves to his desk - I assume to collect his things.
"No. It's too early for you to leave work. You have meetings and work to do." His head snaps up from where he is collecting his computer.
"Oh. I get what this is." He says sinisterly while shaking his head. I raise my eyebrows. He may know, but I clearly don't. "So you came here to fuck me only to turn around and meet your ex husband at home. Then, I offer to go as well and you shoot that down. Tell me, what do you and Ethan plan on doing at your house? If it was really discussing the tabloid, shouldn't I be there? Because let's be honest, I'm the reason both you and Will are in there." He gushes out so loudly that I thank the lord above that his office is sound proofed. I count to ten and then back again before I respond. This jealousy crap - insecurity shit has to stop. I let out a slow sigh and make my way to him. As much as he just pissed me off with his uncalled for words, I am going to be the bigger person and end this little rant before he continues on. I push him down to his chair without a fight from him. I sit on the desk across from him and I am reminded of our little rendezvous earlier. I demand my blush recede, but probably to no avail.
"This has to stop." I say forcefully. It causes him to look at me. "I'm going to go to my house and wait for my son. His father is bringing him home. Then we are going to sit down and discuss our concerns together. Ethan is Will's father. He is not coming over so we can do the dirty. He is coming over to talk about how to move forward with this issue." I say in my mother voice. Why do I feel like I have three children instead of my only one? He looks slightly ashamed at his outburst, but he makes no movement or noise. I place myself in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. His arms immediately wrap around me. I stare deeply into his eyes, hoping he can see my soul right now.
"I love you. If I wanted Ethan, I would have Ethan. I want you and love you. Please, stop with this jealousy. Ethan is always going to be around whether you like it or not." Christian nods his head. I give him a sweet kiss on the lips and move to grab my purse.
"Can I at least come over after work?" He asks timidly.
"Of course you can. What time should I expect you?" He smiles a brilliant smile. There's my guy.
"I should be there around 5/5:30ish." He is walking me to the elevator as we speak.
"Then dinner will be ready around 5:45 or 6. Anything you want specifically?" He pulls me in his arms.
"Chicken Parmesan." He answers quickly which causes me to giggle. He laughs in response.
"Okay then. I'll see you tonight." I lean up to kiss him. The kiss becomes a little too indecent for public so I pull away. His eyes are still closed and he licks his lips.
"I love you." He says so sincerely my heart almost comes out of my chest. I will never tire of him telling me he loves me.
"And I you, Mr. Grey." I leave him once more with a kiss then enter the waiting elevator. The doors close and I'm left with the image of Christian blowing me a kiss. A ridiculous smile stretches on my face and I shake my head at myself. I push the lovely lunch with my boyfriend aside and focus on my talk with Ethan as I descend. I only hope I get the good Ethan and not the feisty one today.
Next up - Ana's talk with Ethan. Also, how long until they find out her identity. Thanks again for all the sweet reviews. I've been without cell service for two weeks. If I would have known I wasn't going to have service, I would have upload about three chapters two weeks ago. Look out for the next chapter soon. Please review and let me know what you think. Your reviews keep me going and mean the world to me.
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