Notes from the author: Oh my gosh you guys! I'm getting so many story followers, favorites, and some really kind reviews. I'm so happy and I really hope I hold up to your standards. As for the wait time...I'm really sorry. I work full time, so I only get so many hours in the day to relax. I know it's moving kind of slow, but after this it will definitely pick up. As for the one reviewer who said not to have too much drama, don't worry. It'll be like the snippet we got at the end, when they have their usual banter/arguments, but no major drama drama. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 3

THE NEXT MORNING

ANA'S POV

"Mrs. Grey wake up." Christian is nibbling my ear. "Wake up baby, or we're going to miss our honeymoon."

Holy shit! London! The wedding. I totally spaced. I sit up so fast it makes me dizzy. Christian is next to me, although it's obvious he's only just woken up too.

"I would let you sleep baby, I know you're tired, but I missed you."

"Tired? Are you kidding, Christian? How can I sleep now?" I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. "Day two of being married to the sexiest, most wonderful man on the planet. I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"No, I'm the luckiest man, Anastasia." He kisses me. "Let's shower together and then we can have breakfast." He pulls me out of bed and into the bathroom…

Boy, he's adept with a shower nozzle. Who knew just a spray of water could be so stimulating? There isn't a movable head at Escala…perhaps I'll ask him to put on in at the new house. I'm sure he would be all over it. He's probably already thought of that. I squirm just thinking about how he was thrusting into me from behind, spraying my clit and whispering how he would do this every morning for the rest of our lives. It's all I can do not to fan myself.

We're sitting in the dining room. As usual, Christian has given me more food than I can eat. He insisted on true English flair with plenty of scones and jam. And of course Twinings English Breakfast tea. I ate more than I normally do.

Nibbling on my last scone, I climb into Christian's lap. He's reading some reports for a meeting he has tomorrow morning. I hate to see him work on our honeymoon, but he's assured me it's the only one. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I've lined up a whole list of things I thought you'd like. The Tower of London, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham palace, you name it. Private tours at every single one. But if there's something you don't want to do, or something I hadn't thought of, we can change plans. We've got a whole week before we fly to France. If you really wanted, we could go to the Jane Austen museum in Bath or even see Stonehenge. Whatever you want."

"Wow. That sounds amazing. Although I admit I've never seen the appeal to Stonehenge. What's so amazing about a bunch of rocks that no one knows why they're there? But Christian, I want to know you're happy. What do you wanna do?"

"Ana, I want to make you happy. That's my only objective for this trip. In fact, let's settle this now." He straightens up like he's in a meeting even though I'm still on his lap. "It's my job to make sure you're happy, and it's your job to be happy. Understood?" I giggle and nod. Satisfied, he takes another sip of his coffee.

"But Christian…" He puts his cup down and eyes me suspiciously. "I'm your wife. It's my job to make you happy, too."

"But Ana, you do. Just by being here, being Mrs. Grey, just by being excited, you've made me happier than I've ever been in my life."

Wow…he talks like this all the time lately but it still dazzles me. I can't get enough of him. So I launch myself at him and we're lost in each other again.

TAYLOR'S POV

Jeez, all that planning and he's in bed until ten in the morning. Not sleeping. But I guess I can't complain. No matter where you go, it is a honeymoon. What did I expect? Grey texted me and said we're heading to the Tower of London first. It will either be an easy day for me or my worst nightmare. I'm hoping he isn't as recognized here in Europe. And I really hope Ana won't ask them to go anywhere that isn't safe. Somewhere like St. Paul's Cathedral or Buckingham palace with dozens of guards and police officers around armed and ready for a threat? Fuck it would be like vacation. Piccadilly Circus at night or worse, going to a club? Kill me now.

CHRISTIAN'S POV

Holy hell, even I am surprised about how much we're getting it on. Well, no, not really. Ana is officially mine now and I intend to have her. Over and over and over.

She's brushing her just-fucked hair and trying to make it look like I wasn't balls deep in her just ten minutes ago. I don't know why she's so embarrassed around Taylor and our security detail. Honestly, it's a fucking honeymoon.

After pulling on a black t-shirt, jeans, and converse, I find my wedding present to Ana in my bag. I considered waiting until we were somewhere she might find romantic like Hyde's park but I can't wait. She looks fucking edible in a tight fitting sweater dress and leggings. And she has no idea how sexy it is when she pulls her hair back and I can see her neck.

Though I insist she's gorgeous without makeup, she insists on mascara and lip gloss. When she finishes, I take her hand and sit her on the edge of the bed. I get down on one knee in front of her.

"Christian, you already proposed, and in case you forgot, we got married a couple days ago." She wiggles her left ring finger-with her wedding and engagement rings adorning it-and giggles.

"But I never gave you my wedding present." I wanted to wait until we got to England. Ana said she was going to wait to give me hers, but she wanted me to wear the cuff links at our wedding. I always keep them in my pocket for luck.

She takes my hands. "Christian, the wedding, this honeymoon, the flowers, my ring, my dress, my entire wardrobe, our new house…and that's not counting all the little things you gave me during the month when we were engaged. It's all too much."

I wouldn't say too much, not for Ana, but it was definitely a lot. I must have given her at least two million in jewelry alone. She teases me that it's frustrating because she can't wear it all at once and some things like her diamond choker she can only wear on special occasions.

"No, Ana, nothing is too much. Trust me, if I could, and if you asked me, I would buy you the fucking moon right out of the sky. Yes, I spoil you. And I love to. But this is my real wedding present to you. Come on baby, open it up." I hand her the box from Cartier.

"This is the same place you got my second chance earrings from, right?" I nod. She never takes them off. Carefully, and slowly, she peels off the paper, opens the lid, and peers inside. I hear her gasp. She carefully lifts out the priceless watch I had made just for her. I help her put it on and it's a little loose. I had it made small for her delicate wrist but I need to adjust it again. We can find a store here in the city.

I watch her peer at it and examine every detail. Just like Ana; she doesn't gush over how big the rock is or how she's just excited to get something expensive. Ana only likes personal jewelry and she knows that's what I like to give her. I she her eyes light up when she reads the inscription.

Anastasia

You are my More, My love, My Life

Christian

ANA'S POV

Tears spill from the corners of my eyes. There it is again, that magical word that has an entirely new meaning since I met Fifty.

"I think a watch is fitting," he says. "I'll love you until the end of time…or something like that. Do you like it, Ana?" He presses his lips together. How can he possibly think I don't love it?

"Christian it's perfect! It's wonderful. It's…indescribable. This means so much to me." I hug him tight and whisper in his ear. "Not for all this but for being mine. Thank you thank you thank you for being my fifty." I kiss his cheeks and forehead and finish with his lips, lingering long.

He pulls away. "Don't start anything or we'll be in this suite all week. Come." He takes my hand and leads me out of the bedroom. Taylor stands as we approach, but I can't look at him. I know I've been with Christian for a while now, and he knows all about Fifty's kinky fuckery, but I still get shy. Christ, could he hear us?

We are led though the lobby and out the front door, where Nigel and William are waiting with our SUV. Taylor will join William while Nigel follows in a smaller car. Personally, I think three is a little much, but I don't want Christian to worry. And I know he's all business, but I want Taylor to relax a little, too. He works day and night, I'm not sure I've never seen him not working.

As I buckle my seat belt, Christian asks, "Where to, Mrs. Grey? It's up to you." I see William peer at me through the mirror, waiting for my response.

"Um, well, I…I don't know! Christian you're the man with the plan, you decide. Besides, you're the veteran, too. So, you decide."

His lips quirk up, and he says, "The Tower." Nigel pulls out.