A/N: Sorry for the delay. I have been out of town enjoying family time with my own gray eyed non- billionaire and our children :).

Thank you for all your lovely reviews on the last chapter. We are taking a break from drama for awhile, fun and games ahead, but for now how about some Ana and Christian alone time before the fun begins.

excuse any mistakes, I'm busy tonight so just want to get this out, will scroll through and update any errors I find later. Xxx

Chapter 34 - A starry night.

APOV

"I knew your breasts were looking even more fantastic than usual." Christian hums against my chest as we lie in our post orgasmic haze. "Mmmm, so full and sensitive." He circles the tip of his index finger around my tightening peak.

"Christian, you had no clue. It was Francis who noticed I was looking more...radiant." I purr, my body writhing - responding to his expert fingers, "...and it was Elliot who bought the test."

"Even so." He nuzzles between my breasts. "How do you feel?"

"Satisfied, but ready for more of your expert sexing." I pant and wiggle playfully underneath him.

"I mean about our family of four becoming five? Insatiable little minx." He groans, rolling his reloaded member into my hip.

"It's... unexpected I'll admit, I think it may take a few days to sink in completely."

He fingers leave my breast and graze slowly down my body until he reaches my belly, he flattens his hand and spreads his fingers out. "I love that our family is growing." He murmurs, lowering his face to plant a series of sensual kisses around my tummy button.

His tender kisses cause waves of desire to wash over my body, my hips rise off the bed instinctively, tilting, seeking touch.

"So responsive." He mutters, continuing his trail of kisses up my stomach over my ribs and up to my nipple once again. His gentle fingers caress my peak, pinching, pulling, rubbing.

"Christian," I pant, my breath short and jagged, "make love to me." I weave my fingers through his wayward hair and curl my fingers, pulling his face up to mine. "I need you."

His stormy gray eyes bore deep into mine as he shifts his weight on top of me. My head tilts back and a gasp escapes my mouth as he sinks himself into my core, deliciously slow. The feeling is exquisite. He glides in and out, slowly, agonisingly so. His rhythm never wavering. It is both torturous and extraordinary, heavenly and frustrating - the delicious release I so desperately crave feels so close, yet so far away. His control remains faultless despite his accelerated breathing suggesting he's close to loosing it.

Slowly but surely our passionate connection reaches the limit of combustion and we explode into a blur of ecstasy together. My fingers claw at Christians upper arms, and I scream his name as my body convulses and jerks against him. In the background I vaguely hear a garbled rendition of my name before he covers my mouth with his.

"So, what's this surprise? And where is Elliot, he didn't come back with you?" I enquire as I stand at the vanity sweeping liquid liner across my eye lid. Christian is standing beside me, his hands rubbing his aftershave lotion into his jaw.

"Just get ready baby, you'll find out soon enough."

We continue to get ready in comfortable silence, moving from the bathroom to the wardrobe.

"It's cold out baby, aren't you going to wear a sweater?" His eyes scan my outfit - I am wearing my white skinny jeans and an oversized silver sequinned tank top. My hair is loosely braided to one side and my wrists are decorated with a variety of different silver bangles.

"It's not that cold out, seriously." I shake my head, slipping my feet into strappy nude heels. "But if it makes 'his highness' happy, I shall take a blazer with me." I roll my eyes which is not unnoticed by Christian.

"Careful." He growls shrugging his dark blue blazer over a plain white tee.

"Ready." I say as I grab a white silky scarf and my gray blazer from the hanger and drape them over my arm.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"First up we are going to get some dinner, I know you've already eaten but I'm starving so if you want you can just grab dessert, then I want to show you your surprise."

"Show?" He taps his nose indictating he's not about to give anything else away. "It's 8 o'clock, where are we going to get a table at this time, at this short a notice?" He looks at me like I've grown two heads.

"Baby have you learnt nothing in the 3 years we have been married? What the Greys want the Greys get." He says smugly.

We are sitting at a secluded table at 'Canlis'. A high end restaurant with a romantic feel to it. As usual I am attuned to the hushed voices and not so subtle staring in our direction. I pick away slowly at my Creme brûlée, Christian on the other hand who either doesn't notice that we are the object of everyone's attention, or does - but doesn't give a rats ass is chafing back his Filet Mignon like he hasn't eaten in a week.

"Christ Christian, slow down." I giggle. "You'll give yourself a tummy ache. Thank you by the way."

"For what baby?"

"Well I never did say thank you for hiring Francis. It means a lot that you would hire him, despite your reservations about him being male."

"Don't thank me yet baby, thank me when we get home." He winks making me blush and my core clench.

"Why are you blushing?"

"Because, haven't you noticed all the eyes and ears on us." I whisper.

"Baby, do you really think I give a shit?" He twist in his chair and cups my face then lowers his nose to mine.

"You are the most beautiful thing that has ever walked this earth and I don't give a flying fuck if every single one of these nosy fuckers knows that I can't keep my hands off you." His soft lips press firmly against mine. "Now eat up, the sooner we get home the sooner I can kiss you properly." He whispers against my mouth.

"Why did Taylor go with you to Portland?" I ask stabbing at the remnants of my dessert.

"I wanted him too." Christian gulps down his Sancerre.

"Christian it was his day off. Gail came over to the house to see if I needed anything done because he cancelled their date night. Was it really that important that you couldn't take someone else?"

"I wouldn't have asked him otherwise." His gray eyes turn charcoal. "Would you like another glass of sparkling juice before we go?" He quickly changes the topic of conversation.

"No." I mutter, curious as to why his mood has done a complete 180.

"Good," he looks down at his watch. "We had better get a move on, it's getting late.

Christian leaves a wad of bills on the table, then ever the gentleman offers his elbow for me to take. He leads me through the restaurant with his hand flat and spread against the small of my back.

"They are all looking at how beautiful you are." He whispers in my ear as we weave past the other patrons who are unashamedly staring.

"I think you'll find you might have that the wrong way around." I roll my eyes - yes there are a few men staring, probably in awe of seeing Christian out in public, but the majority of the patrons are female.

"Mrs Grey", a small mousey familiar voice catches my attention. I lift my head from Christians shoulder and scan the restaurant.

"Jessica, hi." I spot my PA after she rises from her seat a few tables from where we were walking. I pull out of Christians hold but keep my hand in his and head over to her table.

She is with her son Caleb and an older couple who look to be her parents. "Are you enjoying your evening?" I make polite conversation. Christian wraps his arm around to my front resting his hand over my abdomen protectively. I realise Christian and Jessica have never been formerly introduced.

"Jessica this is my husband Christian. Christian my new PA Jessica Chalmers." Immediately I feel the tension in Christians body lessen a little. Oh fifty. So protective.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Chalmers." He nods, not wanting to break his hold on me.

"Likewise." Jessica smiles shyly, peeking up at him through her thick lashes. "Ah, sorry. This is my mother and step-father, and my son Caleb. My parents are in town and insisted we celebrate my new employment."

"That's wonderful. It's a delight to meet you both. And your handsome little man." I smile widely at Caleb and give him a wave, he bows his head shyly and continues to eat his sundae. "Jessica is doing a fantastic job. You should be very proud of her." I praise her up to her parents.

"Jessica honey you didn't tell us it was THE Mrs Grey you worked for. Wow, I..." Her mother stutters, her piercing green eyes focused on Christian. Good god - another one?

"Mom..." Jessica rolls her eyes like an embarrassed teenager.

"It was a pleasure to meet you all but I really must hurry my wife along, apologies, but we have another engagement ... Ana baby..." The tension in Christians body has returned. What's that about?

"Sorry...I'll see you Monday Jessica." I wave goodbye then allow Christian to lead me from the restaurant.

"Well that was fucking weird." He scoffs as soon as we hit the path that leads to the carpark.

"What was?"

"I know her step-fathers face, I just can't place him, I never forget a face." He frowns, deep in thought then shakes his head. "You did a background check on her?"

"Yes Christian, I did a back ground check."

"A thorough one?"

"Yes." I sigh. "Christian, it came back squeaky clean." I mutter as he opens my door for me. I notice Sawyer parked in the SUV a few cars down, so we aren't alone like I thought. Security is such a constant that I sometimes forget they are even around these days.

Christian is silent with his thoughts as we drive towards the surprise - whatever it is. Not being able to put a name to the face is clearly unsettling him. I decide to feed him a bit of info to settle him.

"She's 21, a recent graduate. A solo mother to young Caleb who is 3 years old. She was born and raised in South Dakota. Her mother moved to Seattle after a messy divorce when Jessica was a teen, shortly after she re-married. Her step father I'm not too sure about. I think his name is David. To be honest babe her upbringing sounds similar to mine."

"Don't worry about it baby." He mutters unsure of himself. "She had a baby at 18?" He mumbles absently.

"It happens." I shrug. "Anyway, the strangest thing happened today. I never got around to telling you because I got distracted by the test results but Jose phoned this afternoon."

"What time?" He snaps. "And what the fuck did he want?" His hands clutch the steering wheel tighter making some bruises on his knuckles stand out.

"Did you work out this afternoon?" I ask, pointing at his hands.

"Yeah, Elliot and I had a session on the bag."

"You didn't wear gloves?"

"Baby, can we get back to Jose." He says bluntly, slowing to a stop at a set of lights.

"Right, sorry. He said he's sorry but he can't help us anymore and he's leaving town. He wouldn't tell me where he was going but he sounded... Off. Christian I think Leila may have figured out he was helping us. I think he may be in trouble."

"He's a big boy." He brushes it off like its nothing. "What time did he phone?"

"Gosh, I can't remember, not long after Sawyer brought Teddy home."

CPOV

Fuck, the fucker must have rung Ana before we got to Kate. Kate mentioned that they had told her they were going to move to a different location tonight so that'll be the reason that he phoned to tell her he was leaving.

Fuck I hope Kate keeps to the story of Leila, and only Leila being the person who took her. Ana would be so hurt if she knew Jose was behind this. I don't give two fucking hoots what kinda of a delusional piece of shit he is - I don't want my baby hurt, and she will be if she finds out Jose's a twisted fucker who planned on kidnapping her. For that reason I'm biting my fucking tongue and covering his sorry ass. She will never see him again, so no harm done.

The plan is for Elliot to bring Kate back to our place tomorrow when she is released from observation - assuming of course she has a good night. We will explain the kidnapping to Ana, omitting Jose from the equation. Elliot, Kate and Ava will stay on with us for a week or so. Kate will need to take it easy for a good week at least. Gail can help care for Ava while Elliot heads back to work and Kate and Ana will have each other to keep company while Elliot and I work on Teddy's sandpit in the evenings.

That brings me to the surprise I promised Ana. The real surprise is Kate, but as a decoy for tonight I had to pull some fucking strings and get something big organised as a surprise.

"Ah Christian, I thought we were going somewhere? Why are we heading home?"

"Because your surprise is at home baby." I grin while turning to facing her.

"So Dinner was..."

"I needed you out of the house."

"Oh." She smiles.

APOV

The traffic was light tonight and we make it home in no time. Christian jumps from the car and rushes around to my door, opening it for me. As I slide out he leans both hands on the upper door frame, caving me in.

He lowers his face into the crook of my neck where my braid hangs and inhales deeply. "We have the house to our self tonight Mrs Grey." He murmurs into my ear. "I want to take advantage of that, but first your surprise." He gently nibbles my earlobe. My body shivers with desire. His close proximity, his sweet, musky intoxicating smell, his warm breath. Oh what he does to me. I'm addicted to him. I lift my arms and wrap them tightly around his neck.

"Christian." I whisper against his cheek. He lifts his face to mine.

"Hmmm." He purrs, nibbling his way up my jaw. I tilt my face and capture his lips with mine, kissing him passionately, seductively - promising him more. He groans low in his throat and cups the back of my neck with his hand, pulling me closer to him. His other hands roams my body, my hip, back, down to my ass.

"Fuck baby,". He breaths heavily into my mouth, "what you do to me."

I continue my assault on his mouth, god I can't get enough of him tonight.

"I...want...you." I pant.

"Ana," he groans. "Baby we have all night." He pulls his lips away and rests his forehead on mine. "I want you too, but surprise first." He pecks me quickly on the lips. "Come."

Grasping my hand in his he leads me inside stopping at the coat cupboard in the entrance. He releases my hand and opens the cupboard door.

"You bought me a coat?" I smirk.

"No." He chuckles. He pulls my silk shawl from one the the intricately craved wooden hooks and places it around my shoulders then walks back in and grabs his black scarf.

"Close your eyes baby." He whispers.

"You're going to blindfold me?"

"Yes."

"Okay." I shrug, trusting him implicitly.

Gently he places the scarf over my eyes and ties it carefully at the back of my head.

"I like you blindfolded." He murmurs against my lips. I lick my bottom lip, reacting to his close proximity once again.

"Don't tempt me." He admonishes. "Can you see?" He queries.

I shake my head no. "Good." He takes hold of my hand once again and leads me slowly forward. I know he is leading me through the living area, but after a few steps I loose my sense of direction.

I feel a cold breeze hit me, Christian must have led me outside. I squeal as he dips and lifts me up into his arms bridal style. "Wouldn't want you getting your heels dirty." He chuckles. "I want them wrapped around me later." I shiver at his seductive promise. After a few moments being carried in his strong arms he gently lowers me to my feet. He leaves my side and I can sense him walking to my right, followed by hushed voices. Oh my god, is there someone here? I play nervously with my fingers while I wait for Christian to return. I don't have to wait long.

"You okay baby?" He asks standing in front of me. I nod my head. "Yes." I squeak.

"Ana." He places his hands on either side of my face and tilts my head back slightly. "You are my universe baby, and I want to give you everything in it and more." I want to say something equally as romantic in response but am halted by his lips on mine. He kiss me softly, slowly. "This is just a small piece of it." He murmurs against my lips. His hands play with the knot at the back of the scarf until it becomes loose. He lowers the scarf from my face. I blink a few times to adjust my eyes to the natural light of the moon and the soft lighting coming from the porch. He is gazing down at me, a shy smile on his face.

"That was beautiful." I tip toe and kiss him chastely. "You do give me everything Christian, you gave me 'you', and our beautiful children, what more could I want." I caress his face with my fingers, brushing the tips over his smooth recently shaved skin. He grasps my shoulders and turns me around, then wraps his arms around my shoulders and leans his chin on top of my head. I take in my surroundings. Our tartan rug is laid out on the lawn, on it is a basket filled with fruit and chocolate. Beside the basket is an ice bucket, inside it sitting on the ice is a bottle of Bollinger and a can of Dr Pepper. I giggle quietly at the can of soda. There are two glass flutes beside the ice bucket. There are a dozen cushions thrown on the rug, and a woollen throw folded neatly to the side. In front of the rug are 2 large black telescopes. I don't know anything about telescopes but they look impressive and state of the art. Standing to the right is a middle aged man dressed in tan slacks and a navy blue woollen sweater with a pale blue shirt collar folded neatly over the neck band.

"Hello." I say nervously.

"Mrs Grey, it is a pleasure to meet you." He steps forward and raises his hand to shake mine.

"Baby, this is Mr Davids. He is here from the Seattle Astronomical society. He's here to help us find your 'present'." He grins, releasing his hold on me and moving in front of me to gauge my reaction. My eyes are wide and my mouth is gaping.

"Up there." I swallow, pointing towards the sky with a single finger. Fifty nods, scanning my face with his beautiful gray eyes.

"You bought..."

"I bought each of us a star." He smiles proudly. "At the time I only purchased 4, all are close to each other, I will have to buy another.". His places a hand gently on my belly. "I left them unnamed. I thought we could name them together, as a family." He shrugs.

"You, you,... You bought us stars?" I choke incredulously.

"Yes," He nods, "yours is the biggest and brightest of them all. Would you like to see them?"

"You bought me a star?" I repeat, blown away.

"Come, let's look." He grabs my hand and tugs me to where the telescopes are situated. Mr Davids comes up beside me and instructs me in how to look through the telescope.

I place my eye up to the black rim and look through the lens. Christian is following the same instructions on the other telescope.

"I already have them positioned." Mr Davids voice mutters softly from behind us.

"You should be able to see a cluster of stars to the left of the lens, can you both see that?" He asks.

"Yes." Both Christian and I reply.

"Now if you look just above the cluster to the right you will see 6 stars.

"Is that..." I gasp.

"Yes, the brightest star in the middle is yours Mrs Grey, to the left there is another larger star."

"Yes. I see it." I squeal excitedly.

"That Mr Grey, is your star. Now below those 2 stars you will see 4 smaller stars." I nod silently. "The two on the right are your children's stars."

"Wow." Christian sighs, as amazed as I am. "The other 2 to the left, are they available?" Christian mumbles, his eye still firmly fixed to the lens of the telescope.

"I believe so Mr Grey, but I would have to check. I do recall when the 4 were purchased that the other 2 were also available."

"I want them."

"I will double check the availability and get the additional paperwork to you Mr Grey."

"I still can't believe they are ours." I take another look through the telescope as Christian pours us a drink. Mr Davids left about 15 minutes ago and we are now alone.

"Believe it baby." He shuffles up behind me and wraps an arm around me, the other he uses to tilt my head to the side where his lips are waiting to meet mine.

"I love you so much Anastasia." I twist myself so that I am facing him and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I love you too." I whisper into his mouth as our lips merge together.

Christian ends the kiss to soon for my liking. "Drink?" He smirks.

"I just want you." I pout, desperate to be as close to him as possible. I don't know if its hormones or emotion or the sexual energy buzzing between us all night, but I need him. I need to be in his arms, to feel safe, to love him, to be loved.

"Hey." He lifts my chin with a single finger, Our eyes meeting. His face etched with concern at my mood.

"What's wrong?" He whispers, his thumb skimming over my bottom lip.

"Nothing, I'm just being silly. I'm so freaking horny." I giggle.

"Are you now?" He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "The cameras out here have been turned off baby," he whispers seductively in my ear. "Elliot is out for the evening, the children are with Mom and Dad, Sawyer, Reynolds and Prescott have been given the night off. Taylor is here but only on call in his apartment. We are officially alone Mrs Grey." He nibbles on my earlobe and my whole body tingles in response.

"Mr Grey, are you telling me that for the first time in I don't know how long we are not being watched?" I giggle.

"Would I do this is we were?" His fingers drop to the waistband of my jeans and expertly undo the button and fly. His mouth still toying with my ear.

"Or this." His fingers slide inside the delicate lace of my panties and find my slick sex, ready and wet just for him. He moans softly.

He lowers us to the rug and rolls so that he is positioned to my side, looking down on me. "Or this?" He smirks, his fingers leaving my panties and wandering up and over my abdomen to my breasts, lifting my top in the process. The slight chill in the air hits my nipples and they tighten under the thin layer of lace.

"Mmmm, Ana and strawberries." He licks his lips. He holds up a strawberry from the basket and bites off the tip. Taking the remainder of the strawberry he places it on my stomach and swirls it over my skin, painting with the juice.

Leaning down he licks the juice from my stomach, flicking and sucking his way around the pink trail.

"Mmmhh..." I whimper, writhing beneath his warm tongue. "Christian..."

"Hush baby," He reaches out and grabs a bottle of chocolate syrup from the basket. Oh my. "There's only one thing better than Ana and strawberries." He grins salaciously. "Ana, strawberries...and chocolate."

Pushing up to his knees he takes the cap off the syrup bottle then rests it beside him. His next move is a swift yank of my jeans, I lift my hips to help the process and wiggle until he has them at my knees.

"Spread your legs baby." He mutters as he reaches back to grab the chocolate syrup. I do as instructed while pushing a cushion under my head.

"Ahhh..aaa,". I giggle as he squirts the syrup all over my inner thighs and panties.

"Time for dessert." He smirks, looking up at me quickly before he buries his head between my legs.

"Oooo..." I whimper as his mouth devours the syrup. His fingers massage my thighs as his tongue roams everywhere. My knee jerks as he hits the lace above my sensitive nub.

"So fucking delicious." He groans against my sex, his voice husky and seductive.

I can't take it any more, I need him inside me. I scramble to my knees halting his feast and push him back onto his knees so that i can straddle him. He yanks his belt from his pants and opens his zipper in record time. I push my lace panties to the side and slowly sink onto his magnificent manhood.

"Ohhhhh,". I throw my head back and moan. "This is what I wanted." I begin circling my hips while pushing myself up and down.

"Fuck baby. You feel so fucking good." He grits through his teeth. He clutches my hips tightly and begins slamming me down onto him. "That's it baby, let go." He grazes his teeth down my jaw then attaches his mouth to my neck. My hands are resting on his shoulders, grasping onto the fabric of his shirt that I was in too much of a hurry to remove. There is still chocolate syrup smeared all over my thighs, and syrup on Christians cheek and jaw. I lean forward and lick the remnants from him.

"Come for me baby." He groans, still slamming me down furiously, and I explode, my body tense and rigid as the lightening contractions pulse through my core. I hold my breath as I ride out the exquisite waves of pleasure.

"Breathe baby." Christian murmurs, his face buried in my neck still seeking his release. I inhale sharply then press my lips to his, coaxing his lips apart with my tongue. I gain access immediately and begin stroking the inside of his mouth. I gasp as his hand strikes my ass and he begins bucking beneath me, his cock still growing and throbbing inside me. I raise my hands and grab hold of his hair, tugging him closer, kissing him with everything I have. I dig my nails into his scalp, causing him to groan and with his hands still firmly attached to my hips he pins me down with one last slam then stills. His head rolls back and his eyes close.

"Jesus fuck Ana." He puffs as he raises his head and pants like he's just run a marathon. Then he chuckles, "baby you didn't even take your panties off."

I lean limply against his chest and giggle into his shirt.

"Hey, weren't you the one who said whatever a Grey wants a Grey gets."

"Dam straight baby." He lowers us to the ground and pulls the throw over us. "Whatever you want baby, whenever you want it."

"Well in that case I'd quite like my amazing husband to take me to bed so I can fuck him with my mouth." I say bravely while peering up at Christian who is gaping at me in shock, or awe - it's hard to tell. His eyes turn stormy and he closes his mouth, smirking. I lick my lip and give him my best 'fuck me' look.

"I knew I married you for a reason." He jokes before slapping my ass and pulling us to our feet. "You're fucking insatiable." He wraps the throw around us and carries me into the house and up to our bedroom.