A/N: A few more fun chapters before we hit the drama.

Thank you for your reviews and a warm welcome to all the new followers.

This particular chapter is a personal tribute to my own mother-in-law: embarrassing as hell but we wouldn't have her any other way. As she would say - the key to a successful marriage is an overactive sex life.

With that said, I hope you enjoy xx

Chapter 28 - My Mom sent you...?

CPOV

Dam I feel like a selfish bastard. I am lying in bed propped up on my elbow looking down at Ana. My eyes graze back up to her head, she looks angelic. Her naked back glowing in the morning light, her long silky hair fanned out over her shoulder and her pouty pink lips open slightly to accommodate her soft breaths. She has her arms bent at her elbows above her and her face resting on her hands. She is the most beautiful sight. Even after 3 years her beauty still makes my heart skip a beat every time I look at her. My eyes follow the curve of her back and come to rest at the top of her ass - and there it is again- a deep ache in my chest. The bottom half of her ass is covered by a pool of cream coloured Egyptian cotton, the top - a canvas of dull red stripes.

'Really Grey?' My subconscious growls. 'You couldn't even keep your fucking eyes open for 15 fucking minutes to tend to your wife's ass -that you just whipped the shit out of? You selfish fuck! She knew you better than yourself. Knew exactly what you needed last night and what did she get in return? Wham bam thank you ma'am. She deserves better than that. At the very least she deserved a soak in the tub and some arnica massaged into her ass. You are a fucking royal prick Grey.' My inner voice screams.

"Stop it." Ana's sleepy voice growls. Lost in my thoughts I hadn't realised she had woken. "I'm fine babe. Stop with the internal struggle and come give me some lovin'".

"I fucking hate that word - fine. Did you sleep well baby? You don't hurt too much? I should have rubbed you down last night. I'm sorry baby." I lean down and tenderly kisses her forehead.

"I had an wonderful nights sleep." She grins, stretching her limbs. "Last night I had the pleasure of having some amazing sex with the man of my dreams. I fell asleep with a grin on my face and slept like a baby - much like yourself."

"Sorry about that. I just crashed. It was like someone suddenly turned my engine off."

"I'm not surprised we travelled for 12 out of 24 hours then came home to be kept up all night with Phoebe. On top of that - You work constantly. I don't know how you've managed to go for as long as you have without crashing and burning especially with the amount of sleep you function on. I think your body is trying to tell you something Mr Grey."

"And what would that be Mrs Grey."

"That you need to spend less time cooped up in your office and more time cooped up in your wife. Now get your ass over here, I'm in need of your expertise." She giggles.

"Ana, Ana, Ana. You don't have to ask me twice." I grin before pouncing on my little minx.

"Christian, how is Welch getting on with the letters Kate was being sent? Any leads?." Ana asks. We are sitting at the breakfast bar eating cereal.

"What we do know is that the emails are being sent from computers in Seattle, all from Internet cafes. From the post marks on the envelopes of the letter, we know they are being sent from Washington State also. However, there is no Kimberley Lorsen in the area that we can find. We are guessing that is just a ghost name. Don't worry baby, we will find the fucker."

"I'm worried Christian." Ana sighs and drops her spoon into her cereal bowl.

"How is Kate?" I ask.

"Your guess is as good as mine. I was talking to her yesterday and she seemed to be doing great. We were talking and laughing. She said her sessions with John were helping immensely. Then she goes and kicks Elliot out wanting some space to clear her head. I completely understand that but now she won't answer her phone for Elliot or myself. I just can't help being a bit concerned that her good mood yesterday was just a cover and she's not doing as well as I thought."

"Maybe she was just sleeping?" I shrug.

"I don't know babe, from 7.30 last night till..." She glances down at her watch, "ten past eight this morning?"

"Why don't you call into her office at lunch? She can't hide at work." I suggest.

"Yeah, I think I might do that."

"I know she is picking Ava up from Moms at around 2, Mom mentioned it last night. So either way someone will see her today."

"Okay, I will still pop into her office though. We better hit the road or we'll be late for work Mr Grey." She mutters while walking her bowl to the sink.

"I'll drop you off baby, Sawyer can follow behind."

"I'll be five minutes, just let me brush my teeth." She saunters off to the bedroom swaying her hips. God dam that woman will be the death of me.

APOV

Jessica Chalmers my new PA places my cup of tea in front of me.

"Thank you Jessica." I smile with gratitude.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, i'm good Thank you. I'll be heading out for lunch so please leave any messages for me at my desk."

She nods before exiting my office.

I pick up my phone.

"You've reached Kate and El, leave a message."

"Kate, this is getting ridiculous. Could you please call me, I am starting to worry. If I haven't heard from you in half an hour I'm coming to your office."

Her cell goes straight to answer phone. I would ring her office but I know there is every chance I will be put on hold for an hour only to be told she is out of the office and to leave a message or call her cell - happens every time.

I turn to my mac and open up my emails. I can reply to any new ones while I wait to see if Kate calls if she doesn't before I hit my lunch break I will head over there.

I scroll down the screen looking at all the new emails.

I notice one from Grace. Wonder why she is emailing she always calls.

I click the email and sip my tea while I wait for it to load.

What the fuck! I spit half of my tea out over the screen and choke on the rest.

To: Anastasia Grey

From: Grace Trevelyn Grey

No need to thank me, it is my pleasure. Anything I can do to help you two keep things 'active'.

Grace Trevelyn Grey

I close my eyes hoping to god I am imagining what I saw at the bottom of the message. I slowly open one eye. Nope still there.

Oh my god! Did she send that to the wrong person?

I pick up my phone to ring my husband.

"Grey."

"Um Hi babe, are you busy?"

"Not when you're concerned. What are you wearing?" He croons jokingly.

"Christian. You know what I'm wearing."

"Mmmm... Remind me what colour panties you have on."

"Christian, I think your Mom sent me an email by accident." I whisper.

"Why are you whispering baby?"

"I don't know I just am."

"Well what was the email?"

"Oh my god, I don't think I can tell you. Jesus, what do I do?"

"You can start by telling me what in the email has you so fucking secretive to the point of whispering. God it can't be that bad can it?"

"No, I guess not, it's just...shocking -coming from your mother." I click on the photo link attached to the email.

Immediately some tacky background music starts blasting from my speakers ' oooooh yes, yes. Oh you like that big boy. Mmmmm yes fuck me with that huge cock. Ooooo, yes. Mmmmm fuck my pussy'. Gasping - I frantically fumble around my computer trying to turn the volume off...

"What the fuck is happening there? Are you watching porn baby." He hoots with laughter.

"Fuck. Christian where's the dam mute on this fucking thing..." Christian is hysterical, he can't even manage a reply. 'Harder, harder, oooooo, yes, ...yes...Whose your daddy...your my daddy...oh yes big boy you're my daddy'.

Frantic, panicked, unable to turn the dam volume off and now beyond mortified - I switch the power to my computer off. Silence. Oh thank god, I hope no one heard that in the office.

"Are you done?" Christian chuckles.

"Eh, hem...Um yes." I murmur.

"Whose ya daddy?" Christian bursts into hysterics again.

"Christian! This is serious. Why would your Mom send me that? What the hell? she must have sent it to the wrong person."

"Wait, my Mom emailed you porn?" He gasps.

"Well not exactly, but yes. She emailed me a picture video link to a porn site where she has gifted me or whoever she meant to get the email a years membership. Something about unlimited all access gold membership."

"What the fuck did she say in the email?"

"Geez Babe I don't remember I turned my computer off. Something like 'no need to thank me I'm glad to help you keep active'. I was two busy gaping at the cartoon girl being banged at the bottom of the email."

"Oh shit, yesterday." Christian replies, talking to himself.

"What about yesterday?"

"I answered my phone yelling something about porn. I thought she was Elliot. I think she thinks I was yelling at you."

"What the hell Christian. What did you yell?"

"You're not watching porn. Or something along those lines."

"Are you telling me your Mom thinks I'm nagging you to watch porn and you won't let me?" I gasp.

"Something like that." He returns to full hysterics.

"This isn't funny Christian. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? I think my whole office heard what you just did." I sigh. "Fuck me, fuck me ooooo yes big boy." I imitate the video sarcastically.

"Mmmm I love it when you talk dirty to me baby, whose ya daddy?" Christian hoots. I can hear him slapping his hand against his desk repeatedly like he can't control his breathing.

"Fuck you Christian, this isn't fucking funny."

"I'm sorry baby." He starts laughing again

"It's just..." more laughing,

"...when I heard the music and..." Now he is laughing while gasping for breath choking the words out.

"...whose ya daddy...". He continues...Now he is laughing so hard there's no sound coming out just sporadic hyena type grunts and hissing "...big boy..."

Oh that's enough. "You are going to fix this situation Christian Grey." I hang up. How could he find this so funny? I am mortified that Grace thinks I'm some sort of closet porn watcher.

My phone vibrates. It's Christian.

"Have you managed to contain your amusement? if not don't call me back until you have." I answer.

"I'm sorry baby." He murmurs. "I apologise."

"Thank you." I snap.

"Look, let me have a word with Mom tonight. I'm heading there at 3 to pick the children up anyway."

"Thank you Christian. Please don't tell anyone about this, it is embarrassing enough as it is."

"I won't baby. But do me a favour?"

"Sure. What is it."

"Bring your computer home tonight, I wanna watch that shit. Whose ya daddy baby." The hysterics start again.

"Oh for fucks sake. Goodbye." I snap before ending the call.

CPOV

Well that was the best fucking entertainment I've had all fucking year.

I have a good fucking mind to phone Elliot and get him to explain this whole situation to Mom. If he hadn't of been nagging for the pin yesterday I wouldn't have been yelling that shit through the phone in the first place.

Fuck I can't look my Mom in the eye and talk about this shit. It would be embarrassing for both her and I. Maybe now she's sent that email she'll leave it be. What else can she do? Seriously, besides hiring some porn stars for a live show I think we have heard the end of it. Maybe I'll just let it go? Gah...but if she doesn't I'm going to have Ana on my case. Fuck! There's only one thing to do - phone my mother.

Cringing I pick up my phone.

"Hello, Grey residence Grace speaking."

"Hi Mother."

"Christian I'm glad you called, I want to have words with you young man."

Oh, here we go. What have I done this time.

"You are a father now Christian, and being a father requires a sense of responsibility, a responsibility to ensure you teach your children good values and morals."

What the fuck?

"Now I realise your work entails a certain amount of dominance to be executed when working with others and you have always been a very blunt man so some leeway can be given for slips of the tongue while at work but for goodness sake Christian, exercise some control while at home. You are setting an example for your children and little ears are always listening." She stops talking presumably to catch some breath after that spiel.

"I'm not sure I'm catching your drift Mother." I mutter, using every ounce of my control to calm my voice.

"Christian, I very nearly took your father to the hospital this morning."

"What, what happened? Is he okay?" I panic.

"I thought he was having a coronary when Theodore called him a ...f..u...c...k...e...r." She whispers barely audible.

"Pardon? A what?"

"A fuckerrr." She whisper a fraction louder.

"Oooooooohhhhhh." I sit up straight in my chair. "He could have heard that anywhere Mom, but I'm sorry you had to hear it."

"Oh Christian, it came from you, no doubt about that. Your language leaves a lot to be desired and Ana, well my sweet little Ana doesn't curse darling. I have to go, but please watch your tongue around my grandchildren. I will see you at 3. Bye."

I stare at the phone. Good grief! Well that certainly wasn't the conversation I had intended on having. Ana doesn't curse my ass!

I dial Ana.

"If you called to start your fucking laughing again, can it wait?" Ha! where's a fucking voice recorder when I need one.

"Now now dear no need to swear." I chuckle.

"I hang around you too much not to."

"Fair point well made Mrs Grey. Speaking of which Teddy called Dad a Fucker today."

Ana gasps loudly. "He didn't?"

"He did. And let's just say Mom is none to pleased."

"Christian, you have to watch your language around them."

"Says she who just answered the phone with 'fucking' in the first sentence."

"Okay, I get it, we both need to watch our language. Maybe we need to start a swear jar."

"Baby, I'm not going to be bent out of shape over a few dollars. I need more of an incentive than loosing a few 100 here and there."

"Well we better think of something."

"Let me think about it. Anyway I didn't get a chance to talk to her about the email. I'll have to leave it till this afternoon."

"Promise me you will talk to her Christian."

"I promise. Are you on your lunch break?"

"Yes, I've just left Kate's office."

"How is she?"

"I don't know." She sighs. "She wasn't there."

"Is she sick?"

"Her assistant said she called yesterday evening and took a few days leave."

"I guess she needs it. Anything you want me to do baby?"

" No nothing we can do, I guess she'll resurface when she's ready. You said she was picking Ava up today didn't you?"

"Yea, well that's what Mom said last night."

"Okay can you swing by and pick me up before you get the kids.

"I certainly can, see you at 3 baby."

APOV

I hang the phone up after saying goodbye to Christian. I'm so embarrassed that Teddy called Carrick a fucker. I might pay the non -fiction department a visit when I get back to the office and see if we have any published parenting books with chapters titled : How to stop your 3 year old from swearing.

3pm rolls around fast and Christian strolls into my office looking every bit as sexy as he did this morning - if not more so.

"You ready to go baby." He says as he strolls over to my desk.

"Give me 2 minutes, I just need to finish writing this for Jessica to type up."

"Why the fuck..."

"Language Christian." I admonish.

"Sorry, why the hell are you writing with a pen and paper. Why don't you use your Mac and email the dam thing to her."

"Hell and dam are naughty words too." I raise my eyebrow at him. "And because."

"Because why, that's what computers are for."

"I'm too scared to turn my computer on." I mutter under my breath.

"Why the fuck are you scared to turn it on? Is it sparking at the power or something? That's what Alby is here for."

"No, I just don't want to turn it on okay!" I hiss.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because, I didn't close it down properly and I don't want that ...that email to start playing again when I turn it on, not until I can figure out the volume."

"For goodness sake baby, pass it here."

I grab my desk key and bend down to unlock my desk cupboard. I pull my MacBook out and hand it over to Christian.

He powers it up and begins fiddling around with it while I finish writing my report to give to Jessica.

"See nothing to be scared of." He smirks, my computer is silent, thank god.

"Thank you Hun."

"Your welcome, now where is..." His fingers are tapping around the key pad. "Ahhh here it ..."

' oooooh yes, yes. Oh you like that big boy. Mmmmm yes fuck me with that huge cock. Ooooo, yes. Mmmmm fuck my pussy'.

"Christian," I screech. "Turn it off."

The porn clip once again blasts from my speakers. Christian is frantically tapping the buttons.

'Harder, harder, oooooo, yes, ...yes...Whose your daddy...your my daddy...oh yes big boy you're my daddy'.

"Fuck I can't, what the fuck. Did you spill a drink on your keyboard or something. The volume or mute keys aren't working." He growls

"Um yes, I spat my tea out."

"You fucking what?"

"I was shocked..."

"Excuse me Mrs Grey is that ..." Sawyer comes strolling into my office.

'Mmmmmm, oh yes big boy, you like that huh? Oh you feel so good ...ooooo ooooo yes, right there, mmmmm.'

Sawyer is standing in front of my door, frozen, staring at Christian who is slumped on my sofa, macbook resting on his thighs, the sound of porn blaring from the mac.

Ground swallow me please.

Christian stands cool calm and collected after placing the mac book on the sofa.

"Sawyer, come see if you can turn this fucking thing off." Christian commands.

"Ahhh, okay Sir. What seems to be the problem."

'Oh yes, ride me big boy, ride me. Suck my titties, mmmmm. Like that. Faster, faster...yes, yes, yes,'

Jessica walks into the room but turns and walks out quick smart after hearing 'titties'.

Sawyers eyes widen as he stalks over to the offending Mac.

"Please tell me she has signed an NDA." Christians growls softly in my ear.