I scramble to my feet horrified at being knocked down. Was it Sawyer? I think to myself. Am I in danger and he knocked me down to protect me?
"Ana" I hear Christian and see him running towards me
I'm barely steady on my feet again when I am once again pushed to the ground from behind. I hear someone whistle from near the car. Prescott I think. And whoever was on me disapears. I get on my knees, not wanting to stand this time incase it happens again. I place my hands on my thighs and look down trying to get my breath back.
"Baby, are you okay." Christian asks as he takes hold of my hand and pulls me to my feet. I look down. My new cream Gucci shirt is now green and brown with grass stain and mud, and my favourite gray pencil skirt has a rip up the side. I straighten myself up, wiggle my aching shoulders
and push my hair back off my face. I glance up at Christian who is standing at my side with a huge grin on his face. I can hear Teddy laughing uncontrollably across the lawn.
"Something funny husband?" I snap, my blue eyes piercing into sultry grey.
"No." he replies trying desperately to contain the laughter wanting to escape his mouth.
"What just happened?" I ask through gritted teeth.
Christian points in the direction of the SUV.
As I turn around to look at the cause of the comotion I stare frozen in horror as a huge shaggy pile of fur comes hurdling towards me and jumps, once again knocking me to the ground. Backwards this time. I can feel it licking me, there is slobber all over my face, and its huge paws are scratching at my shirt.
"Chrisitannnnnnnnnnnnn." I scream in the most high pitched tone I can muster. Someone whistles again and it's gone.
I stay frozen on my back. My breath has been knocked out of me and my chest is sore from the scratching. I wipe my face with the back of my hand as Christian lays down beside me on the grass.
"He likes you." Christian says smuggly.
Teddy comes running up and jumps onto Christian stomach. He is still laughing uncontrollably.
"Funny mummy." he manages to get out between deep belly tightning laughs.
His laugh is so funny, its impossible for me to keep a straight face any longer. As I look over at Teddy with a huge smile on my face I can't help but fall into fits of laughter myself.
When my laughter has died down, and I think its safe to get up, I place my hand in Christians
so he knows I could use some help. My hair is complete mess, the split in my skirt is a few inches higher now, and my shirt is looking pretty worse for wear. A few buttons have disapeared leaving my $200 bra on display.
"I like." Christian mumours. I look up to his smouldering gray eyes.
" Husband, I am going to shower and throw my clothes in the trash. When I return, i'd like an explanation please." I reach up to his handsome face and putting my hands on either side I pull him down to me and kiss him ever so softly on the lips. "It better be good." I whisper on his lips, "or your backside will be far from safe.".
"Mrs Grey, is that a threat? You know how much I love your threats."
He laughs and smacks my ass as I turn and walk towards the house. As I walk past Teddy I reach out and ruffle his perfect copper hair with my fingers. "mummys just going to get clean baby, I will see you soon." He is still laughing, to much to be able to reply.
I make it up to the front door without being knocked down a fourth time, and breathe a sigh of relief as I hear the front door click shut. Gail is walking out of the utility room as I head toward the stairs.
"Ana" she gasps
"I'm fine Gail, nothing to worry about."
I notice her relax, almost as if she was expecting our perfect bubble to have popped again. It's been 6 months since Phoebe was born, and everything has been complete perfection. Not a crazy ex-sub, dominating ex beautician, crazy boss or stalker in sight.
"oh." she smiles. " I take it you met Bear then?"
"Bear?" I question
She just looks at me like shes about to explode with laughter.
"No need to explain Gail, i'm sure Christian will fill me in when i've showered."
"Okay Ana. I've kept your dinner warm in the oven."
I thank Gail and make why way up the stairs to the second floor and across the landing to our bedroom but walk straight past to the next door and open the door slowly to my baby girls nursery. The soft lamp lights the room just enough to see and I make my way over to her crib. Phoebe is sound asleep curled up in her pink blankie. She is sucking her thumb, and I stand and watch the soft rise and fall of her chest. She's absolutely perfect. I reach down and sweep a burnette lock
off her forehead and lean down to kiss her ever so softly. I look over at the baby monitor to make sure Christian had remembered to turn it on, then slowly make my way out of her room, and back to ours.
I discard myself of my now useless clothes and make my way over to the en-suite. The hot water hits my body hard, but it's relaxing, and I feel the chaos of my day make its way down the drain along with the soapy water. I finish washing my hair and stand under the water for awhile, just enjoying the water running down my back soothing my aching shoulders. I was wrong I think to myself, I thought the collar and leash was for me, I laugh. Never did I think it was actually for a dog! I am relieved and curious at the same time. Where did the dog come from? I turn the shower off and wrap a warm towel around myself, and use a smaller towel to dry my long tresses. I walk back into the bedroom and into our walk-in closet. I grab a sexy bra and panty set, and them some black yoga pants. I figure some yoga after dinner might help relax my muscles after being tackled by the fur ball tonight. I slip on a black camisole and make my way out of the bedroom and down to my boys. When I get down to the living area, Christian and Teddy are sitting at the breakfast bar eating icecream. They are whispering and giggling, its heart-warming to see. They are best buds and are pretty much inseperable when they are together. Teddy is very much like Christian. Same unruly copper hair, beautiful face and a killer smile that will stop anyone in their tracks , he did however inherit my powder blue eyes. I am pleased about that. Phoebe on the other hand is a spitting image of myself. She was born with a head full of rich burnette hair and pale skin, but it was her who got the hazy gray eyes.
Both Phoebe and Teddy are both genuinely good-looking children. I used to think I was just biased being their mum, but now, theres no mistaking how breath-takingly beautiful they are, they were the talk of the town when we did a photo shoot for Seattle nooz. We were sent multiple offers from modelling agencies wanting to sign them up for childrens adverts etc.. we turned them all down. They are not old enough to choose that lifestyle for themselves. It will be hard enough for them growing up in the spotlight just being the Grey children without adding that type of lifestyle to the mix. We both agreed we just want to grow up happy, healthy, normal (as can possibly be) innocent children.
"Oh, your in trouble Mr Grey." I whisper into his ear after I have snuck up behind him and snaked my arms around his waist. He inhales sharply and lets out a soft, mumbled "mmmm."
"You smell good enough to eat." he hums. I softly bite his earlobe followed by a soft kiss before making my way around to Teddy.
" How was my little mans day?" I ask planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Good mummy." he chirps with enthusiasim. "Me got Bear."
He is grinning from ear to ear. A glorious smile that melts my heart.
"Wow baby, so does Bear live here now?" I question, shooting a sideways look at Christian . He quickly drops his eyes to his icecream.
"Yip yip yip. Bear all mine."
I can't believe Christian never spoke to me about this! We talk everything over. A dog is such a huge responsibility to try and incorperate into our already hectic life.
Teddy is looking at me with his huge blue sparkling eyes, and I realise he's waiting for me to comment and reassure him I approve.
"Thats wonderful baby, you can tell me all about Bear tomorrow. Now come give me a kiss and Daddy can take you up to bed."
" Kay mummy." he slides his little body of his little leather stool and I crouch down just in time to catch him as he jumps into my open arms. "Mwah." he gives me a big sloppy kiss on my cheeks while I squeeze him tight. "Goodnight baby, sweet dreams."
I sit at the breakfast bar picking at my fettucini. It's delicious, but I have been nibbling on chocolate most of the night getting my report done and am pretty full already.
Remembering I am alone with no one to growl me for not eating enough, I quickly get up and scrape the remaining pasta into the waste disposal unit and give it a quick whizz before anyone comes in to catch me in the act. I rinse my plate and place it in the dishwasher before heading across to the gym room.
Grabbing the sound system remote in its holder by the door on my way past I head to my yoga mat. Its the only thing thats mine in the room thats filled with a treadmill, rowing machine, boxing bag, weight bench, swiss balls and a cross trainer. All the equipment is perfectly positioned to face the huge plasma screen on the far wall. My yoga mat however is placed just in front of the glass wall thats facing the amazing view. I will never get sick of the breath-taking view over the sound. I look out and see the sun sinking slowly, realising how lucky I am to be able to see this every night.
My trance is broken by bear running across the lawn. His wet saliva dripping tounge is hanging out the side of his mouth, and I giggle quietly as I see Taylor and Prescott running frantically after him, the leather leash gripped tightly in Prescotts hand. Fifty fifty fifty. I cannot wait to hear the explanation for this, although I have a feeling Teddy has a lot to do with it.
Stretching my arms out over my head I place my feet at the end of my pale purple mat, and gracefully make my way down into the extended puppy pose. I exhale slowly and embace the feeling of my back relaxing and stretching out.
After the incident with Hyde I became quite an anxious person. I would jump at most noises, have nightmares often and stress myself out over the littlest things. Flynn had suggested some relaxation exercises so I was happy to give yoga a try. I've never looked back. It never fails to relax me when I get home from a long days work. It's also improved my flexability which Christian approves of greatly, given our very active bedroom life, which is far from contained to the bedroom.
I drop slowly and smoothly lift my knees and stretch my legs out switching to the downward facing dog pose. It feels great. My concentration is broken when I hear the door creak open. I drop my head and look between my legs towards the door and see those beatiful bare feet making their way to me.