CPOV:
"Christian." Ana's soft whisper draws my attention to her. She is sitting in the oversized chair still dressed in the clothes from this morning and is surrounded by papers with her laptop situated in her lap. She makes a move to clear all of it before making her way towards me. She makes an innocent move to hug me, but I side step her heading towards the bedroom. If I touch her right now, all of this anger will disappear and I plan on letting her know what bull shit this is. She is hot on my heels and it's not even a second after she's shut the door that I find I can't hold it in anymore.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck is he on my couch and why didn't you call to tell me?" She visibly flinches at my words and I could beat my own ass for how I'm talking to her. But I don't stop and my words continue to spill out.
"Christian-" she tries to talk but I cut her off, not done with my tirade. I'm actually surprised at how quiet my voice is during it all. I guess it's my subconscious reminding me of a sleeping Will down the hall in the living room.
"I have had the shittiest day ever. The only thing that was close to releasing my tension was the fact I was coming home to you and Will. I was worried sick about him, but I guess you found another man to fill in while I was at work-"
"Stop." She says it so deathly quiet that it takes me a second to realize she has even said anything. Her voice is calm, but strong. Her shoulders widen and she comes to her full height. She's about to go off on me, I think, but the only thing I can focus on in this moment is how fucking sexy she looks.
"Christian, I called Ethan because he has a right to know that Will was sick early this morning. Just like I will always let you know if something is wrong with him as well." She lets out a deep sigh before continuing. "I did call you to tell you, several times, and I texted you too. It kept going to voicemail so I assumed you were still in your meeting."
"You didn't call Ana. I would have picked up if you did." She raises her eyebrows at me, challenging me.
"I did call, I promise." is her only response. Since I can never be wrong, I decide that I'm petty enough to whip out my phone and show her.
"Fine, I'll prove I have no missed calls or messages." I tell her with a smirk on my face. I reach into my right pocket, but I am met with an empty pocket. I try my left pocket, then my suit jacket pockets. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I don't have a phone with me because I shattered mine when I threw it against the wall. I never received another from Andrea. My eyes slowly look up and lock with hers, embarrassment washing over my features.
"I don't have a phone right now." I say in a whisper.
"Where's your phone?" Concern etching over her face. Even after I've been a jackass, she's still concerned about me.
"I broke it today. Usually, Andrea has a replacement to me within minutes, but I guess I was too busy to remember to get it or...I really don't know why I don't have a replacement. I don't have a phone and I haven't since after lunch." I expect her to go thermonuclear on me. I sit on the bed, close my eyes and wait for her to let me know how much of an asshole I am.
To my absolute shock, I hear giggling instead of words. I look up at her in complete shock. Why is she giggling? Is she giggling at me? She covers her mouth when she sees me look up at her, but it barely stops the giggles that are escaping.
"Why are you laughing? Are you...are you laughing at me?" I stutter out completely confused by her reaction. I just went ballistic on her then accused her of not letting me know.
"I can't help it. You are just so...I don't know. Cute." She replies sweetly. I hold my hand out for her to take and when she does I pull her into my lap, immediately wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling my face in her hair. She smells so sweet that I almost forget the problem at hand.
"Did you just call me cute, baby?" I ask her while kissing her neck.
"I did." She says pulling away. She moves to straddle my lap so we are face to face. She takes a long deep breath before she runs one of her petite hands through my hair. It makes it way down to my chest, where she eventually rests it with her other hand joining it. She stares at them as she begins to speak.
"Christian…" She stops for another breath, as if she is trying to will the right words to come to her. "I love you. Only you. You know that right?"
"Of course I do, I love you too baby." I respond a little confused at which direction this about to go. I feel my palms start to sweat against her back and I swear I feel a bead of sweat go down my neck. She looks to the door then back to me.
"Maybe we should talk about this tonight…" Why is she worried all the sudden? It's causing me to panic. Is she breaking up with me?
""No, tell me now baby." I say with a shaky voice. I'm not going to like what she's going to say. I just know it.
"Ethan is Will's father. He deserves to know everything that happens with Will. I won't keep him the dark when it comes to him." I swallow the lump in my throat and nod my head in agreement. If he gets to be in the loop, so should I…
"I also won't deny him from seeing Will. Ethan..." she pauses for a moment "Ethan may have hurt me, but he is a wonderful father to Will. We have to co-parent, it's not an option." She eyes me carefully, waiting for me to respond to her words. I can't though. I don't know what to say and I don't want to tell her how I really feel. She would leave me if I told her my ugly inner thoughts on the matter.
"Christian…" Ana whispering my name pulls me out of my head. "I don't love him. I only love you." Her arms circle around me and tighten their hold. In this moment, after my unwarranted outburst, she still chooses to comfort me and make sure I understand she only has eyes for me.
"He still wants you, Ana." She may say she doesn't want him, but is clear as day that he wants her. How can I compete with someone she's known her whole life?
"And?" I lean back at the harshness of the word. And? And he could win you back and I wouldn't know how to survive. What does she mean 'and'? "Ethan can want all his little heart desires. I want you and only you, Christian. Ethan and I were divorced long before I met you. If I didn't want him then, why would I want him now? Especially since I have a handsome, intelligent man that makes me laugh." Her words fill my chest with pride and I forget for a moment what we are even talking about.
"You think I'm funny?" I ask with seriously. No one has ever said I am funny before. The fact she thinks I'm funny is one of the best things I've ever heard. She giggles as she runs her hands through the hair at the nape of my neck.
"Yes, you always make me laugh. I think you are quite hilarious." She leans in and leaves a tender kiss on the side of my mouth. I feel like I am floating on a cloud at her admission. If I wasn't already hard as a rock, I would be ripping through my pants right now. I pull her down onto my erection and she grinds slowly against me. Her finger trails from my neck down my chest and reaches between us to find my rock hard cock. One finger, one light touch from this gorgeous woman almost has me coming in my pants like a teenager. The finger trails up my clothed shaft then back up my body.
"We better get back out there…" she whispers letting the sentence hang between us. I can't go back out there right now with this tent in my pants. Her giggle lets me know she senses my discomfort. "How about you put him away then join me out there? I promise to take care of this…situation later." She says while climbing off me.
"Ana?" I call to her as she is about to open the bedroom door. She turns to look at me, that perfect smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah?" she responds.
"I'm sorry about how I reacted. I just…" I still have no idea how to put into words what I really feel.
"I know." She says reassuringly, as if she can see into my soul. She blows me a kiss as she turns and walks out of the room. I watch her leave, my heart continuing to swell and my dick starts to deflate. I choose to change out of my work clothes, deciding I don't want to be reminded by this awful work day for one more minute. I shred my clothes and toss them into the dirty clothes hamper in the closet. I search through the dresser for my gym shorts and a shirt to throw on. The drawer next to the one I am searching through is slightly open and something catches my eye. A Vanderbilt Law shirt is laying semi folded on top of the other shirts. I pull it out, already assuming it's too small for me considering Ana's petite frame, but to my surprise it is actually my size. I grin while throwing it on and make my way back to the living room with a little swagger in my step.
I find the invader still asleep on my couch with Will cuddled into his side. I role my eyes at Ethan and catch myself in the process. I hear small noises coming from the kitchen and make my way towards it. Ana is searching through the fridge, bent over with her delectable ass pointed in the air. I slide up behind her and pull her into me. She lets out a quiet yelp of surprise. A thought slowly starts to form in my head. I may not be able to control Ethan being here right now, but I sure can make him extremely uncomfortable while he is in my home. Not your home, Grey. Even more reason to get us something that is ours together.
"Whatcha doing good lookin?" I whisper in her ear as she grabs cheese from the middle drawer. Her responding giggle isn't so quiet and it plays into my plan.
"Getting things ready for dinner. What are you doing?" She asks while turning in my arms. Her eyes widen when she notices the shirt I have on. "You're wearing my shirt." She states absently while worrying her bottom lip in-between her teeth.
"I am. I thought it was only fair since you are wearing mine, I could wear yours." She blushes at my words. She leans up on her tip toes and presses a tender kiss to my neck, exactly on top of my pulse. She quietly whispers in my ear, her breath hot on my skin.
"I find it incredibly sexy." She breathes and then she is out of my arms and floating around the kitchen collecting things for dinner. I resist the urge to throw her on top of the counter and sink into her, but even I don't want to give Ethan that kind of show. Ana is mine now and only mine.
"What are we having for dinner, baby?" I say loud enough hoping to wake the sleeping jackass in the other room.
"Chicken parmesan with zucchini noodles." She says nonchalantly. Zucchini noodles? Is she crazy?
"Why not regular noodles?" I protest with a small whine in my voice. This dish sounds too healthy even for me.
"Because it's healthy." Is her only response and its enough for me to drop it. It actually warms my heart that she wants us to eat healthy and not bad foods. I pour us each a glass of wine and move to stand next to her in the kitchen.
"Can I help?" I ask her nervously. I have no idea how to cook or even where to begin. She looks up at me with an odd look marring her beautiful face.
"I would love that." She tells me and once again my heart soars. She explains how to use the zucchini machine that turns it into pasta. She leaves me in charge of this while she starts on the sauce and chicken. I admit that this should probably be really easy, but its not. It's really hard. The zucchini is turning into pasta, but it's the worst looking pasta I have ever seen.
"Babe…" I call her over to approve of my work. I find my self nervous once again as I seek her approval of my attempt at cooking.
"Christian, you did great!" she says enthusiastically while throwing her arms around me. I let out a sigh of relief at her words. She takes the pasta and starts to put the meal together as a whole. I lean back against the kitchen island, sip my wine, and watch my future wife own the kitchen. She moves with such ease that I find myself getting hard again.
"Okay, it needs about thirty minutes to bake then it will be ready." She saunters over to me while draining her glass of wine.
"Hmm…" I hum as she leaves a kiss on my lips. "What ever will we do for thirty minutes to keep ourselves occupied?" I ask while grabbing her ass and pulling her to me. I put my wine glass down and tangle my other hand in the hair at the base of her neck. With a small amount of pressure, I tilt her head up towards my mouth. Her soft giggle only encourages me further. I take control of this kiss and she lets me. Our tongues dance sensually for a moment before a cough interrupts us. Ana pulls away quickly, but doesn't leave my grasp. I don't remove my hands from their current locations, but only turn my head to see the intruder at the door. I honestly forgot he was even here after we started cooking.
"I guess I interrupted something." Ethan states with a disgusted look on his face. He doesn't make eye contact with me. He solely keeps his eyes trained on Ana. A blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. God, it's so damn beautiful.
"Is Will awake?" Ana asks while trying to wiggle out of my grasp. I remove the hand out of her hair but keep my other firmly planted on her plump ass.
"Yes, he is. I was coming in here to get another dose of the medicine I brought with me. Do you have any pedialyte?" He starts to move around the kitchen as if he owns the place, like this is his house. It pisses me off that he feels so relaxed here. I wonder how many times he's been here with her before I came into the picture. While deep in my thoughts, I notice Ana has moved out of my grasp. She is grabbing whatever he was talking about and they both walk towards the living room. I follow like the left behind puppy.
"Hey, sleepy head." Ana says while scooping up a half awake Will. He curls around her and she rubs her fingers through his hair. Ethan sits on the coffee table across from them while I stand to the side. "Lets try to take this medicine Daddy brought for you then maybe we can try to eat some dinner? Hmm?" He nods his little head and sits up straight. He takes the medicine from Ethan then takes a sip of the drink from Ana. He leans back against her once they are done.
"He will be fine. I don't think it was a virus or anything, but take another dose of this medicine in the morning just in case. I think he's fine to try to eat dinner, but if he doesn't want any just keep him on the pedialyte." Ethan says in his doctor voice. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise comes from Ethan's pocket.
"Hello?" He answers quickly. He checks his watch while listening to the person on the other end. "How many?" He asks while rubbing a hand down his face. I finally notice how exhausted he looks. "Alright, I'll be there in 20." He says then hangs up. "I have to go. Another massive wreck." He tells no one in particular but then he grabs Will from Ana. Will hugs him tightly and nuzzles his head in his neck. I try to ebb the jealousy I feel at the sight and it slowly sinks away when Ana wraps her arms around me. We follow them to the door. Ethan hands Will off to Ana. I tickle his side a little and I am awarded with a precious giggle.
"Alright, I'll see you Friday. I don't know the details yet, but I will let you know something when I do." He says while getting in his car. Speaking of car…
"So he got a new car?" I say while raising my eyebrows at Ana. She shrugs and truly looks like she could care less.
"Guess so." We watch him pull out of the driveway and take off.
"Wait, what detail was he referring to?" I ask puzzled. She takes a deep breath before turning to me once we are back in the kitchen. She hands Will to me when the buzzer chimes alerting us to dinner being ready.
"It's Father's Day…" she says while pulling the food out of the oven. My heart sinks at the thought. Just one more reminder that I'm not a father. I'm just the man dating Will's mother.
"Oh, right." I attempt to say strongly, but my voice waivers. Of course Ana catches it and gives me a sympathetic look.
"I was thinking of all the things we could do this weekend." She says seductively trying to change my mood. It doesn't work. I give her a lame smile that I wish was a real one. She comes over to my side as I am sitting at the table.
"I love you, Christian." She tells me while giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. While I know she was trying for uplifting, it sounds more like an apology. We start to dig in to dinner. Ana and Will stay entertained with each other while my mind takes me to other places. I know I told her I was okay if we never had child together, but… will I ever celebrate Father's Day? My mood continues to plunge until I am a quiet, pouting asshole just watching Ana and Will interact. I don't even wait for them to finish their dinner before electing to leave the table.
"I need to finish some things for work. Can I use your office?" I ask but it's more of a demand. I don't wait for an answer as I move towards her office and shutting my self inside. I don't know what is making me feel worse: the way I just acted or the realization I may never actually have a child of my own.
xoEW