A/N: Hello lovelies. Hope everyone has had/having a great weekend.

Huge welcome to all the new followers.

So, based on some of the reviews and some PM's I have decided to add a bit of conflict in regards to Christian holding info from Ana. I'm not going to drag it on, so what you get in this chapter will be it for now. I'd rather write about happier, funnier times. I'm a sucker for a happy Christian and Ana. So I promise after this Chapter we will skip forward a few days and have some fun! The Wiggles anyone? Wink wink.

Chapter 36 - video for a video

CPOV

Shit, I must have dozed off on the sofa. I am woken by Ana's warm tongue licking me.

"Mmmmm fuck yea baby, that feels great." Weird I'll admit, but fucking great. I groan into a cushion on the sofa. Ana has never been much of a feet kissing person, she loves me kissing and licking her feet, but never reciprocates with mine. She normally screws up her cute little nose and says she'd rather stick to my cock. Who am I to complain, I'd rather her suck my dick than my feet any day. So I'm pretty dam surprised that she has her tongue between my toes. "Come here baby, I want to see your face."

She doesn't say anything. Silence. Oh she's playing games. Okay, I'll play along. I moan as her tongue swipes the whole length of my foot. "Sooo good."

She snickers. "Something funny baby?"

"Pay backs a bitch fucker." Elliot cracks up. What the fuck? My head shoots up to see Elliot standing behind the sofa with a video camera to his face. Still licking my feet - is Bear.

"You fucking asshole." I stand up and punch Elliot's shoulder. "You are going to pay for that." I snarl. I try to look serious but can't help but laugh. Oh he got me, he got me good.

Elliot puts the camera down and charges me, locking his arm around my head in a headlock. "Oh baby, that feels so good..." He imitates me. "Now who's got the upper hand in the YouTube department pansy." He cackles like a fucking witch.

"Fuck you." I swipe his feet with my leg so that we drop to the floor. I roll him over and put him in a sleeper hold.

"Get off me pansy." He chokes.

"Goooooo Daddddeeeee." Teddy runs into the television room. He is jumping up and down, excited that his Dad and Uncle are play fighting.

"Get him buddy." Elliot pants. Teddy runs behind me and jumps up onto my back and starts tugging at my hair.

"Ah... Teddy." Fuck he's got a strong grip, his hair pulling actually fucking hurts. He stops tugging my hair and begins tickling under my arms. "Nooo not the tickle monster." I feign distress and let go of Elliot. I reach my arm around and grab Teddy, pulling him around to my front. "Gotcha." I laugh and start tickling him.

"Nooo Daddy, no." He is laughing so much he is crying. He wiggles violently in my arms trying to break free. Loosening my grip I roll on to my back taking Teddy with me. He sits on my knees and starts punching my stomach lightly.

"Ahh, help Mommy." I yell as I see Ana and my Mom walk in to the room.

"You're on your own son." My Mom laughs knowing full well I meant Ana.

"Get him Teddy." Ana giggles giving Teddy a big thumbs up. "Bear! What are you doing inside?" She sighs.

"I've got him baby, leave him. You want to come with me and put the dog outside champ?" I ask Teddy.

Teddy nods excitedly and climbs off of me. I turn to Elliot and pat my legs.

"Come on boy." I whistle. "Outside." Elliot flicks me the finger while Teddy is not watching and mouthes 'fuck you'.

"Uncle Lelly not be a dog." Teddy laughs. "Bear." He points at Bear who is lying on the floor with his head resting on his paws.

"Silly me. Come on Bear, out you get."

APOV

When is he going to learn? He thinks holding back information is helping me, it's not. How can I possibly take anything seriously if I don't know the truth. Thank goodness Kate thought I deserved to know. I don't really understand why he thinks he is just preventing me from getting hurt, it just doesn't make sense. He hates Jose, always has, so why wouldn't he want me to know what a fucking creep he is? Does he want me to still consider him a friend? Ugh I'm so frustrated at him right now but I don't really have the energy to fight with him today.

"Something on your mind?" Graces soft voice startles me from my inner dialogue.

"Just thinking about what happened to Kate." I murmur.

"Carrick filled me in last night. She is home now, that's all we need to concentrate on honey." She takes a seat next to me at the breakfast bar and places her hand on mine. "You look really tired Ana, are you not sleeping well?"

"Late night, early morning." I smile, her voice alone comforting me.

"Shall we go see what the boys are up to? There's quite a ruckus going on in the television room."

"Sure, lead the way."

We walk into the room and Teddy is sitting on Christian, punching his stomach. I frown, not sure I approve of Teddy playing so rough but I guess boys will be boys. I give Teddy the thumbs up and tell him to 'get him'. What! Who let Bear inside? I move towards Bear to remove him from the house but Christian stops me. He takes Bear outside with Teddy following close behind.

"Ava is sleeping so I've tucked her in beside Katherine." Grace smiles at Elliot."

"Thanks Mom, and thanks for watching her last night." He pulls Grace into an embrace and relaxes into her. I feel as though I'm intruding on a private moment so I quietly slip out if the room.

"Mrs Grey." Francis nods as I re enter the kitchen. "Congratulations. I'm pleased to know that I may remain attracted to men." He grins.

"Oh Francis." I giggle. "I'm neither confirming nor denying."

"What were your other pregnancies like?" He asks casually, "any weird cravings I need to be aware of?"

"No..." I shrug. I mean both were different. Teddies was worse than Phoebes. I had quite bad morning sickness with Teddy and lived on crackers for weeks. Phoebes was smooth sailing, no morning sickness or anything. In fact, apart from my stomach growing I wouldn't have even thought I was pregnant. Teddy was a c-section but I managed to have Phoebe naturally - much to Christians disagreement. We had an elective caesarian planned and booked but Phoebe decided to come early. The doctors said everything was looking great so I stomped my foot and talked my way into a natural delivery."

"You go girl." He clicks his fingers and moves his head animatedly causing me to giggle. "Well you just let me know if you have any cravings and I'll make sure we are well stocked, unless of course you want to eat charcoal or something, in which case you might want to run that past your husband first." He chuckles.

"Ewww Charcoal?" I scrunch up my face in disgust.

"Mmm hmm I've heard about it."

"That's disgusting."

"Bit like chilli on pancakes." He laughs.

"Oh shut up you." I chuck a napkin at him. "Can I help you with dinner? I miss cooking." I ask. I mean I know it's my kitchen and if I want to cook I can, but still, I don't want to take over.

"Honey, it's your kitchen, you do what ever you like and I'll help you. You head chef, me kitchen hand." I jump up excited. I really like him.

"Ooooo okay. Well I was thinking... I would kill for some pork chops with sweet potato mash, gravy, Yorkshire pudding and some green beans. Or maybe apple sauce instead of gravy. What do you reckon?"

"Sounds damn good to me."

"Right well first things first. Do we have any pork chops?"

"Oh my god, this is soooo good." I mumble with my mouth full of sweet potato mash.

"Mmmm hhmmmmm." Kate groans with a spoonful in her mouth.

We are sitting at the breakfast bar with the pot of mashed sweet potato between us. Francis is standing on the other side shaking his head at us.

"There's not going to be any left for anybody else if you two keep at it." He growls.

"I can't help it. Just one more spoon." I dip my spoon into the pot and scoop up a huge load.

"When's the baby due again?" Francis chuckles, but quickly stops when he realises what he's done. I drop my spoon and gape at him, my eyes squinted in annoyance. I'm going to have to have words with him about his loose mouth I think.

"Ah September sometime I think." Kate mumbles. Her head shoots up and her eyes grow wide as she realises she's just let her cat out of the bag. She looks from me to Francis then back to me. "Shit." She squeaks. "Wait why did you ask..." She looks at me even more wide eyed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa." We both jump up screaming when she cottons on. We hug each other and begin jumping around like school girls.

I place my hands on her shoulder and hold her at arms length being careful of her broken arm. I don't say anything just look at her. She nods slowly then raises her eyebrows at me questioningly. I nod back. "I have to confirm it with the Dr but the test said yes." I whisper.

"Aaaaaaaaa." We start giggling and screaming again.

"What the fuck is..." Christian, Elliot and Carrick all come rushing into the room but slow down as they see Kate and I. They look at us for answers on the screaming, but we just giggle.

"I heard nothing." Francis raises his hands and turns back to the stove.

"Women." Elliot shakes his head.

"Is that sweet potato." Christian strolls over and grabs my spoon.

"Back off." I slap his hand and grab my spoon back. "Mine." I grin.

"Apologies Ma'am." Christian snorts with laughter. He looks carefree and relaxed and I wonder for a moment how he's really feeling behind the facade. He hasn't let anything slip since he got home last night. I never would have guessed he'd just been on a crazed mission to save Kate when he arrived home last night.

"You okay babe." He strokes my jaw.

"Yeah, just having a moment." He looks at me puzzled but lets it go.

"We are outside working on Teddy's sandpit if you need me. Phoebe and Ava are out on the lawn watching with Mom." He leans down and kisses me softly, not caring that everyone is looking at us.

"Okay, well I'm going to stay in here and help with dinner."

"Don't eat it all." Elliot laughs.

"Shut up Elliot, I'm sure I can arrange some dog biscuits for you should I eat your dinner."

"Ouch..." He places his hand on his chest and feigns being hurt.

Everyone is sitting at the dining room table waiting for dinner - which Kate and I are putting the finishing touches on.

"You're so bad ass." I laugh at Kate - who's dishing up the side plates of hot bread rolls. She winks at me and I grin back like a loon - so pleased that Kate is back and seems her playful self.

"Would you like to do the honours?" She smirks.

"I think I'll leave that to you."

We take the mains out first, placing the plates in front of everyone.

"This looks delicious." Grace chimes as she looks down at the honey glazed pork chops, mashed sweet potato, beans and carrot sticks drizzled in a light gravy. On her side plate is a Yorkshire pudding and a hot bread roll with a little dish of softened butter.

Kate leaves the room after giving Elliot his plate.

"Hey, where's our sweet potato." Elliot calls out after Kate. She turns around and rubs her tummy with her right hand. Christian frowns and looks annoyed but impressively holds his tongue.

"Sorry babe." She shrugs and leaves, returning moments later with his side dish.

The look on Elliot's face is priceless. A Kodak moment. Kate has substituted their mashed sweet potato, Yorkshire pudding and bread rolls with a plate of boiled brussel sprouts.

"What the fuck babe." Elliot cringes, obviously not a fan of brussel sprouts.

"Elliot." Carrick says sternly and nods in the direction if the children.

"Uncle Lelly." Teddy stands up and puts his hands on his hips. "Bad word." He slurs his 'R'. He walks around to Elliot and yanks his hand - pulling him to the corner of the dining room. Elliot being a good sport and uncle doesn't hesitate and let's Teddy lead him.

"You be sit foor tin minwits." He growls then stomps theatrically back to his seat.

Christian is laughing into my back. "I think it's safe to say little Teddy is the perfect heir to your CEO throne." I tilt my head and whisper down into his ear.

"I agree, it's almost scary." He composes himself and sits back up straight.

Grace is smiling lovingly at Teddy, proud as punch that her grandson has taken on the role of potty mouth police.

The rest of dinner is uneventful. Elliot grumbles when I push some of my sweet potato onto Christians plate then offer him my uneaten bread roll. Elliot wasn't so lucky, Kate swatted him away when he tried to scoop up some of her sweet potato with his fork.

"This is bullshit." He mumbles, trying to disguise his choice of words with a cough. He's stabbing his brussel sprouts with his fork.

"What was that Bro? I didn't quite hear you." Christian smirks.

"I said, Daddy can't wait to take you to the Wiggles Teddy." Elliot gives Teddy the thumbs up.

"Oh, me...me go Wiggles Gramma." Teddy tells Grace. "My Daddy take me." He looks over to Christian with the biggest grin on his face. I look to Christian and see his face soften at his sons expression. He's so happy his Dad is taking him to see the Wiggles and I know without a doubt there's no way he would disappoint Teddy after seeing that face.

"That's right Teddy, me and you Champ." Christian grins back at him with equal enthusiasm. Oh it's hard to stay mad at him when he does everything else perfectly. I'll think of something though. I place my hand over Christians and give it a gentle squeeze. He turns to me still smiling, his eyes radiating absolute content. I lean in and kiss his lips gently, quickly - not at all suggestive as we are in company.

When I pull away he is wearing a lascivious grin and his eyes are twinkling. "What was that for?" He whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Because." I shrug shyly. "I love how much you love our children." We both look to the children. Teddy is busy talking to Carrick about the sandpit and Phoebe is babbling away to Grace who is making goo goo faces at her. Everyone has finished eating and are busying themselves in casual conversation.

"I should start clearing the table so I can get the kids ready for bed." I tell Christian, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Leave it baby. Elliot and I can handle this." What? Did I hear that right? Christian offering to clean up dinner!

"Really?" I snort.

"Yes. You look tired. Go relax baby, put your feet up."

"You heard the man." Kate chimes, "lets go put our feet up and let the men handle things."

Nearly two hours later I have put the children to bed. Kate has gone back to their house with Elliot to pick up a few more things and Grace and Carrick have returned home. Christian is holed up in his office on a conference call with New York.

Putting on a white triangular bikini I wrap a robe around myself and head down to the indoor lap pool. It is considered a lap pool but its huge. It is 7 lanes wide and not quite Olympic length. Very rarely are the lane dividers up so it substitutes as a normal pool most if the time.

I love coming in here at night and just floating in the warm water. I grab a floating rubber mat from the accessory cupboard an throw it into the the water then slip out of my robe and dive in. Oh the water feels great. It is the perfect temperature. The pool is heated by solar power - only when the solar power is not enough to heat to Christians particular temperature does the electrical heating kick in.

After a few laps I swim over to the floating mat and climb onto it. Lying on my back I close my eyes and enjoy floating gently - my hands and feet drifting through the water.

I grin when I hear a splash at the head of the pool. It doesn't take long for familiar fingers to glide up my leg, coming to rest at the hem of my bikini bottoms.

I giggle as his fingers tickle down my side and he makes his way to the side ties. He pulls the bow loose then drops under water. He resurfaces on my other side and pulls the other sides ties loose. Turning my head I look at him. He looks unbelievably sexy. His hair tousled and wet and beads of water are dripping down his face and chest.

"Hi." I murmur then reach up to his head and run my hand through his hair.

"Hi yourself." He grins.

"Babe, there's a good chance Elliot and Kate will be back shortly." I pant as he pulls my bikini bottoms from under me.

"Mmmm I think we can work around any interruptions." He pulls me off of the mat and into his arm. "I like this bikini." His low seductive voice reverberates in my ear.

"Do you now?" I whimper as he nibbles on my neck.

"Mmm hmm, I can see these," he runs his thumbs over my nipples.

"Pervert." I mouth.

"Only when it comes to you baby." He smirks lasciviously.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he wades us around the pool.

"I think we ought to talk about Kate's kidnapping." He stops in his tracks and regards my face.

"What's there to talk about? Kate's back and Leila has been taken care of." His eyes penetrate mine, gauging my reaction.

"What's there to talk about?" I ask incredulously. "Christian, there's a tonne of things to discuss. For starters what happened to Leila?"

He closes his eyes and his body tenses. "I don't know." He mutters.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Exactly that. I don't know." He repeats.

"Oh come on Christian, don't play me for a fool." I roll my eyes at him.

"Watch it." He growls. "Just forget about it."

"Or what?" I snap.

"Or what what?" He looks confused.

"You told me to watch it. Watch it or what?" I brace myself for the backlash.

"Ana." He sighs. "Not now, please can we just try and have a stress free night." Okay, not the reaction I was expecting. He runs his fingers down my neck.

"Okay Christian. We will do this your way." I unwrap my legs from around his waist and disappear under water. I swim as far as I can holding my breath, reemerging near the stairs to the pool.

"Ana." He runs his hands through his hair exasperatedly. "Come back."

"Christian, when are you going to learn that holding things back from me gets you no where." I climb the stairs if the pool and wrap a towel around my now naked behind. "You know what Christian. You claim you do it because you don't want to hurt me, but you know what? I do end up getting hurt - by you, and that hurts me more." I don't wait for his response. I open the swinging door and walk away before the door even closes.

I pass Kate and Elliot as I storm through the living area. "Ana." Kate calls after me. I hold my hand up letting her know to leave me be. She respects my wishes as she doesn't follow me up the stairs.

Shutting our bedroom door behind me I curl up on our bed, my hair still wet and the towel still wrapped around me.

No more than fifteen minutes later I hear our bedroom door open. Remaining still I don't bother to acknowledge his presence when the bed dips with his weight behind me.

He strokes my hair like I'm a child. "Don't do this babe." He murmurs.

"Do what? Shut you out like you do to me?" I say, my voice quiet yet menacing.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" I hiss. "What exactly are you apologising for Christian?"

"For hurting you. For not telling you about Kate's kidnapping as soon as I found out."

"Anything else?"

"What do you want me to say Ana? That I'm sorry I didn't tell you that a couple of nut cases wanted to kidnap you, but hired a fucking dumb ass who took your best friend instead? That I went to Portland and beat the shit out of him. That I'm glad the fucker got what he deserved? Is that what you want?..." He sits up frustrated.

"Oh a couple of nut cases? HIM? Who Christian WHO?" I yell. Just spit it the fuck out.

"Obviously Kate has already informed you or this wouldn't be an issue so why ask?" He snarls, climbs off the bed and heads to the bathroom.

I stumble off the bed and follow him. "Why is it so hard for you to tell me Christian?" I lean against the door frame with my arms folded over my chest.

"For fucks sakes Ana. The boy was your friend, he was a fucking ass yet you saw the best in him like you do with everyone. You welcomed him into our home, you cared about him." He cringes when he says that. "Do you really think I would get joy out of telling you that someone you care about..." He palms his forehead. "I didn't want to see your face okay. I didn't want to be the one to see the hurt in your eyes when you were told what a asshole the boy was. I only ever wanted to see the happiness written all over you when you seen Kate again. Happy? Yes I'm a selfish bastard, but you knew that when you married me. Maybe the boy was right." He snaps before storming past me and into the wardrobe leaving me stunned and speechless. Right? Right about what?

"Right about what?" I ask nervously regaining my composure and following him to the closet.

"If you can't see that what I do, I do because I love you, then maybe he's right. Maybe I am the wrong man for you." He grumbles, pulling on a pair of work out sweats and a old tee.

"I can't believe you said that?" I gasp.

"Well believe it, because I did." He sits down and pushes a foot into one of his trainers.

"How did I become the bad guy in this. I just wanted the truth."

"Well now you have it. Jose and Leila organised a kidnapping that was meant for you. Jose wanted to run away and live happily ever after with you and Leila with me. I flew to Portland and beat the shit out of him then left to come home to my wife. I don't know what the team did with them, I haven't had the chance to find out, I've been to concerned about my tired, pregnant wife's well being all day to give a fuck about them. There you go, now you know." He finishes putting his shoes on and walks past me to leave the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." He says slamming the door behind him with no details or explanation.

What the hell? All I wanted was to know the truth and it ends like this? I walk back to our bed in a zombie like state and curl back up, pulling the duvet up around me.

Our heated conversation replays over and over in my head. Did I go about it the wrong way? Did he over react? How could he even suggest that Jose might have been right? Does he not know how much I love him. He beat Jose? I'm not sure how I feel about that. What am I thinking, the prick deserved it.

My head is throbbing from all the thoughts pounding through my head. I curl up tighter into a ball and close my eyes.

"Please don't leave me." I cry. "I love you, I'm so sorry." I drop to my knees and sob as I watch him walk away from me. "Please don't go." I whisper, raising my hand in the air.

"Baby, wake up. I'm here." Christian shakes my shoulder.

"Please, please don't go, I can't live without you."

"Ana, I'm here, please wake up. You're having a bad dream." Christian pulls me into his arms holding me tightly, waking me from my nightmare.

"Christian." I sob, looking up at him to make sure he's real.

"Ssshhh, I'm here baby. I'm sorry. I love you so fucking much." He holds me tighter and kisses the top of my head. "I'm so so sorry baby, please forgive me."

"You are the right man for me." I cry.

"I know baby. I'm sorry...so sorry. I don't know what came over me or why I said that." He places his hands on my cheeks and tilts my head up.

"Even crying you're beautiful." He whispers placing a soft kiss on my lips. "I'll die before I leave you baby. You are everything to me...everything." He kisses me again, then again.

"Where did you go?"

"I went for a run with Bear, I needed to clear my head after the last few days."

"I love you...but I'm still mad at you." I hiccup.

"I know. I can live with that. As long as I have you sleeping next to me every night you can be mad at me for as long as you want."

"Okay." I giggle.

"That's my girl." I feel him smile against my head. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." I turn to face him. He is still in his running gear, his t-shirt dark from sweat. Shuffling to my knees I grab hold of the hem and pull it up over his head. He raises his arms making it easier for me to remove.

"Ana..." He begins.

"Ssshh,". I place a finger over his lips, silencing him. "I need to be close to you." I run my hands over his bare chest, letting my fingers graze his skin softly. He inhales sharply, his eyes focused on mine. He pushes me backwards into the bed and yanks the blanket away. I am still sporting my bikini top - only my bikini top. The towel that was wrapped around my waist had come free during my short nap.

"So beautiful," he mutters, positioning himself over me, his elbows resting on either side of my head. "I'd do anything for you Ana." He kisses me gently, his lips coaxing mine apart. My lips reciprocate but my mind is reeling again from his statement.

Anything? What does that mean? Would he have someone killed for me?

He reaches down and drops his sweats and boxers. "I love you so much Anastasia." His heartfelt voice whispers against my cheek as he slowly slides into me.

"Ooooo." I whimper as I stretch to accommodate him. "I love you so much Christian." And in this moment I truly don't care what he kept from me or what was done with Leila and Jose. The man I love more than life itself is making love to me. I need him like i need the air I breathe and that's all that matters.