A/N: Thank you all for the new follows, favs and reviews. Things are pretty hectic here right now and probably will stay that way for the next month or so. I promise I am not giving up on this and will post when I can xx thank you for your patience.

You'll notice I have skipped forward about 3 and a half weeks, I'm anxious to get to the good stuff for you but I want to do it in a way that doesn't take away from the story.

Finally - here it is, your next instalment, and because its been awhile I thought I would fill it with smut for you ;)
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Chapter 49 - Happy-coppas

CPOV

"This one?" Ana asks, getting more and more frustrated.

"No!" I shake my head, "definitely not."

"This one then?" She holds another suit up, and smiles, hopeful.

"No."

"Oh for goodness sakes Christian! When was the last time you wore this?"

"I'll wear it tomorrow." I grin with a perfect amount of smugness to rile her up a little more. I seem to remember a certain promise that she's forgotten, an offer of persuasion for surrendering my suits to 'Dress for Success'. Couldn't help but have a little fun with it. I adjust my lap top on my knee and sink down into the bed further.

"Surely this one? Christian, lets face it, it's kind of ugly!" She saunters out of the closet and holds up another hanger with - I will admit - a suit I would gladly give up. It's a creamy coloured suit that looks almost fawn. When did I even get that? It looks like something Carrick wore in the 80's.

"Nope."

"I swear to god babe, if you tell me this is your favourite suit..." She holds it up and looks down it's length, ".. I will slap you."

"But it is my favourite suit baby." I laugh. She groans and takes the suit back into the closet with a dramatic turn of her heels.

When she walks back out she has her hands resting on her hips, her little bump protruding out with her body posture. She's 17 weeks now and starting to show, especially dressed how she is - in her tight 3/4 length yoga pants and a little camisole that doesn't quite reach the waistband of her pants - showing a little strip of tantalising silky skin.

"What ever happened to giving Christian? Where did your charitable side go?"

"It's right here baby." I lift the comforter and point down to my lap with my eyes. "Primed and ready, waiting to give as much as you want."

She tilts her head to the side and smiles, cottoning on. "Are you bribing with me sex? Suits for sex?" She asks, still shaking her head.

"Not at all, but if my memory serves me correctly, I seem to remember certain promises were made, offers of persuasion were muttered..."

"Unbelievable." She giggles.

"Baby, I'm playing with you. Take what ever you want, I can always replace them. Just nothing from the first section, they stay."

"You're the best." She blows me a kiss and struts back into the closet with a skip in her step. No- not the best baby, just whipped and wanting my wife's submission tonight.

I carry on with my work while Ana buries herself in clothes. It started off with her sorting through my clothes to pack ours bags for Portland the following morning - it's ended with her on a de-cluttering mission for the 'Dress for Success charity. Ana confers the degrees in 2 days time but we are travelling down there a day early to spend some away time together, just us and the children - plus Gail and 4 members of the security team.

"Did you get enough suits to donate?" I ask when Ana drops on to the bed.

"Yes, thank you."

"Have you finished?" I push the mac off of my lap.

"Have I been neglecting you to tonight Mr Grey?"

"I'm a big boy, I can handle you showing our wardrobe more attention than me." I pout.

"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous thinking about my WSU speech and trying to keep myself busy." She looks towards the ceiling, a tiny v formed on her forehead.

"Baby, you'll be fine. The speech you have prepared is great! I don't know what you are so nervous about?"

She twists onto her side to look at me. "What if I fall on my ass walking on stage? Or even worse, if everyone hates my speech and boos me off stage."

I know this is hard for Ana because despite her confidence having grown ten fold over the past few years she still has trouble with public speaking.

"Don't wear heels. That will reduce the chance of you tripping over. As for the boos. Baby if any fucker so much as rolls their eyes in boredom, I will get the fucker thrown out so fast...No one boos my girl." I scoff, my threat eliciting a nervous giggle from my girl.

"You are such a brute."

"Oh, so I've been promoted from pig?" She picks up a pillow and whacks me across the face with it. Oh no she didn't!

"You and your smart mouth." I shake my head and launch myself on top of her - my elbows resting either side of her head, propped up so as not to put any pressure on the little one. She opens her legs to accommodate the weight of my lower body, and holds the back of my neck tenderly, playing with the bottom of my hair. Her gentle comforting fingers massaging my skull.

"It's really not fair you know." She sighs, searching my face.

"What's not fair baby?" I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose.

"How handsome and commanding you are. You could probably walk on a stage and rattle off a nursery rhyme and the whole crowd would be in awe, and start chanting 'Grey for President'." She makes a fist and pumps the air playfully.

"Don't forget all the panties being hurled on stage." I snicker, and roll my eyes.

She scoffs and slaps my bicep.

"Babe,". I sigh, "you are your own worst enemy." I roll off and settle onto my back. "If you would just stop thinking about how other people perceive you and I, you will have won half of your nerves battle."

"Ugh, I know." She says her mood deflated. Why does she give a shit? Does she still not realise how beautiful she is, how she silences a room when entering because people are in awe of her? She has such a loving presence. People stare at her because she's just one of those people that you can't help but look at. Every man wants to be with her, every woman wants to be her! It pisses me off that she's so negative about herself. She's amazing in every way but she can't always see it.

"Oh for goodness sake Christian, stop fretting. I'm fine, I'm just nervous that's all. Don't go all Dr Phil on me." She giggles, watching my facial expressions change with my internal monologue.

"You need to stop holding me up to some fictional god Ana, I am but a mere mortal." I state with the worst English accent attempted by anyone, ever. "You know as well as I do that I'm not perfect, nor will I ever run for President."

"I'm pleased to hear it, I don't think I'd cope with all the official engagements that come with being the First Lady. Any way, enough of the heavy, I need kisses." She crawls onto me, straddling my hips.

"Only kisses?" I arch an eyebrow questioningly while placing my hands on her hips.

"And maybe an orgasm." She grins.

"As in singular?" I tease.

"Better make it two or three. That'll ensure the nerves stay away, for tonight at least."

"I'll see what I can do." I chuckle, pushing myself up so that we are face to face. "You are so beautiful, baby." I stroke her cheek with the back of my knuckles and my thumb.

She gazes at me, her powder blue eyes filled with love and tenderness. "Make love to me." She whispers so quietly it's barely a breath.

I hold the back of her neck and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers. I kiss her, really kiss her, with every ounce of love I feel. My fingers thread up through her hair and clutch on. I pull her head back gently and deepen the kiss. Our tongues moving slowly, sensually.

"Christian." She pants, her sweet breath tickling my chin and she nibbles along my jawline. I groan loudly as she reaches my ear and tugs on it with her teeth.

"Oh, baby." I hiss and snaking my arm around her back I turn and lower her gently onto the bed. Once she's comfortably settled I rise to my knees and look down upon on. God she's a magnificent sight. Her mussed up hair is sprawled out over the pillow. Her chest is heaving, drawing attention to her breasts and her little baby bump is poking out ever so slightly.

Placing my hands either side of her hips I lower my face to her belly and run my nose along her skin, kissing everywhere. "There's nothing in this world sexier than you carrying my child." I breathe against her stomach, then run my tongue around her belly button. She writhes beneath me, her body wanting and needy.

"Keep still babe, let me cherish you." I grin. My teeth find the waistband of her pants and gently tug the fabric down. She arches her back and pushes her sexy ass off the bed to aid in the removal of her pants.

"Ohhh." She moans, as my nose skims over her silk panties. The pale pink silk is visibly damp, I moan softly - such a turn on. Running my tongue down the silk I stop above her clit and suck the fabric lightly. "Ahhhh,", she squeaks, her hips bucking off the bed.

"Still, baby, or I will have to restrain you." I shuffle backwards. Hooking my fingers into her panties, I pull them down, slowly. "Fuck, you're so wet." I hiss, looking down at her glistening sex.

"Christian," she moans softly, trying to rub her thighs together.

"Ah, ah." I shake my head and clamp my hands down on her thighs to stop her from trying to close her legs. I lean back down and keep her knees apart with my elbows then bury my head.

"Ooooo fuck." She trembles as I run my tongue along her folds.

"Language Mrs Grey." I smirk against her moist centre. I blow lightly up and down and her hands grab hold of my hair, tugging hard.

"Ooooo Christian..." She hums, tilting her head back. Slowly I insert 2 fingers into her core and rub her clit with my thumb. "Oh...my...god," she pants, her voice breathy and hoarse. "Don't stop...don't stop..." She is twisting and turning, bucking and rocking. Taking one arm away from her thigh I use it to yank my sweats down and release my throbbing hard on. "Please don't stop," she cries.

"Hush, baby." Lowering myself on to her I sink into her pussy deliciously slowly.

"FUCK," I groan as she clenches around me instantly and screams out her release.

"Ooo, oh, Chriiss,... Oh I love you, love you," she sobs, her body trembling around me. I give her time to catch her breath before starting to move. In. Out. In. Out, slowly. Her eyes open, fluttering a few times and she looks at me with carnal need. I sit up, kneeling and pull her with me, never breaking our contact so that we are face to face, her straddling my thighs. She pulls her camisole over her head, leaving herself naked then wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close, skin to skin.

"I love you so much,". She whispers in my ear, rocking herself back and forth. I grab her hips and lift her up and down.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. I love you too, so much." I growl, my jaw tensing as I teeter on the edge of exploding. "So fucking much." She takes her hands and moves them along my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh.

"That's right, feel me. See what you do to me? Feel how hard I am for you..." I groan and she increases her bouncing. I grab her behind her neck and kiss her, passionately.

"Yes, mmmmm yes, yes." She moans, digging her nails in harder and dragging them down my biceps.

"Come on Ana." I growl, using all my self control to hold on until she's ready to come with me. I lean down and suck on one of her nipples. She throws her head back and moans, still grinding into me.

Her head flies up and she grabs me on either side of my face and kisses me, really kisses me. We are all hands, tongues, panting and grinding

"Come with me, baby." I groan, unable to hold on any longer, and she does, loudly.

APOV

"We be taking happy-coppa?" Teddy asks Christian as we gather our luggage together in the living room.

"We sure are champ." Christian grins proudly. I'm trying to keep busy, making sure we are all sorted and ready to go. I'm very nervous, not just because I'll be conferring the degrees as WSU, I'm also nervous about taking Charlie Tango, especially having the children with us.

It's been a few years now since Charlie Tango went down with Christian and Ros, but I still get extremely anxious. Deep down I know that I'm safe. Christian is a very experienced pilot, he proved that by landing CT somewhat safely when both engines went, but still, there will always be an underlying fear there.

"Mommy, we go happy-coppa." Teddy tugs on my oversized sweatshirt. Is anyone really going to care if I leave the house in sweats?

"Helicopter, son. Yes we are. Are you excited?" I kneel down to his level and fix the collar on his white pin striped shirt.

"Mm hmm. Me wuv haaa lee coppas." He scrunched his little face up, trying to pronounce the word properly.

"How about I take a photo of you next to the helicopter. We can put it on your shelf in a nice frame? Would you like that?"

He takes a while to think it over, tapping his lip with his finger while he looks toward the ceiling - he's been watching his father!

"K, but me wan my Daddy too." He states, his face very serious. I stifle a giggle.

"You want Daddy in the picture?" He nods in agreement. "I think we can manage that." I smile, rising back up to full height.

"You good to go Mom?" Christian wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Ready as I'll ever be. I think we have everything." I mentally run through my list of everything that I needed to pack this morning.

"Do I need to delay take off and calm your nerves again." Christian whispers suggestively in my ear. My whole body turns on, the switch to my libido has been flicked. How does he do that?

"Christian." I sigh, aware of the extra company in the room. He nuzzles behind my ear, in the spot he knows gets me going.

"Just asking, baby. Relax." He places a soft kiss in that spot and taps my ass before heading over to Phoebe and taking her out of her bouncer.

Christian, the children and I are taking Charlie Tango, as well as Taylor and Gail. Sawyer, Reynolds and Prescott drove up early this morning.

"I'm just going to change my clothes." I mutter.

"What's wrong with what your wearing?" Christian asks, turning to look at me. I look down at my gray oversized sweater that's hanging off one shoulder and my skinny jeans - which don't even button up now because of my bump, then look to him, he's wearing jeans, a fitted white shirt and a dark gray blazer. He looks, well he looks like he always does, like he's just walked off the front of a magazine cover.

"I won't be long." I sigh and hurry past him up the stairs.

CPOV

What the hell was that about?

"Gail, will you watch the kids for a minute please?" She nods and smiles. I take off up the stairs after my wife. I can hear her cursing and muttering under her breath in the closet.

I lean up against the closet door and watch her. She has stripped down to her bra and panties and is pulling clothing off the shelf left right and centre.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask amused, she jumps, startled and turns towards me.

"I feel frumpy, nothing fits properly." She turns back to the rack and starts pulling off more hangers.

"What was wrong with what you had on?" I ask baffled.

"Really?" She snaps. "An oversized sweater standing next to Mr GQ model." She grunts.

"You're not serious are you? Babe, do you think I give a fuck. Jesus..." I mutter and start stripping.

"What are you doing?" She gasps.

"I'm making my wife feel more comfortable next to me."

I fold my jeans and shirt and place them on the chair that's in the corner of the closet and hang my blazer back up on my rack. I walk over to my set of drawers and pull out a white tee and gray sweats, something I would work out in, and dress hurriedly. I take a pair of trainers off my shoe shelf and put them on.

"You don't have to do that." She drops to the floor and buries her face in her hands.

"No I don't, but I want too." I sit down next to her and pull her on to my lap. "We can go shopping when we get back from Portland." I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her intoxicating scent. "Lets get you dressed." I manage to stand with her in my arms still. I place her on her feet and flick through her clothes. I pull off a Valentino tiered skirt dress that looks loose enough to be comfortable.

"Arms up." I command and she stifles a giggle. She raises her hands in the air and I pull the dress over her head. I grab her shoulder and turn her around so I can zip her up.

"Bend over." I growl.

"What? Why?" She asks, her voice a few octaves higher.

"It's not what you think Ana, it's awfully short. I just checking to see its not panting revealing short.

She laughs and leans forward. The dress inching up her thighs stopping just below her ass. Fuck maybe I should choose something else. She has to have another loose dress in here that's longer.

"Would Sir approve if I wore my cream peacoat over top?" She turns to face me and she's biting her fucking lip.

"Don't bite your lip." I scowl. Her pea coat does fall just above her knees. It should be fine. I nod my approval of the pea coat and grab some cream sandals from her shoe rack while she shrugs her coat on.

"Sit." I point to the chair with my chin. I drop to my knees and slide her foot into a sandal, followed by the next one.

"Comfortable enough?" I ask, kissing her ankle.

"Very, thank you." She leans down and kisses me softly.

"Good, now everyone can see how hot my wife is and how scruffy I really am." I smirk.

"I liked what you were wearing." She smiles shyly. "And you Mr Grey, are anything but scruffy." She arches an eyebrow at me.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask.

"No." She bites her lip again and heads over to my side of the wardrobe. She takes a pair of chinos that were hanging up and chucks them to me. "No sweats."

I roll my eyes but kick my trainers off and drop my sweats. She licks her lips, her eyes on my Calvin Klein's.

"Don't." I laugh, pulling up the chinos.

"What?" She feigns innocence.

"Look at me like you want me to fuck you." She gulps. "We've spent too much time playing dress up." I shake my head and put my trainers back on.

"You look good." She's eyeing me up and down. "In a sexy skater boy kinda way." She licks her lip.

"No, Ana." I try to hide my amusement. God damn, she's just so horny all the time right now. Not that I mind of course but she chooses the worst times to want a fix. Like right now when everyone is waiting down stairs for us so we can leave.

"Just a kiss." She breathes, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"We both know we can never stop at just a kissss..." I am silenced by her mouth on mine. Her lips are soft and welcoming and taste like fucking cotton candy god damn it.

I am a slave to the fucking cotton candy. I return her kiss with equal fervour, my fingers skating up her leg to her hip.

"I like this dress." I kiss along her jaw to her ear. "Easy access." I glide my hand down to her ass and give it a firm squeeze.

She rubs her hand over my erection. "Jesus, fuck Ana, no." I moan. "Baby, the kids are downstairs, Teddy will come looking for us very soon if we don't get down there."

She pulls away and pouts playfully. And I thought I was mercurial. Ana wins that title hands down when she's pregnant.

"Tonight." I kiss the tip of her nose.

"Promise." She looks up at me through her lashes.

"Try and stop me." I smirk. I take hold of her hand and walk us back down to the living room.

Charlie Tango is sitting waiting for us on my newly constructed heliport at the back of Fort Grey.

"Coppa. Coppa." Teddy points at Charlie Tango and starts jumping up and down.

"What do you reckon Son, do you like her? She'll be yours one day." I look down with pride as Teddy's wide eyes take her in.

With Phoebe on my hip I walk over to Ana and put my arm around her shoulder. "Do you want to sit at the back with the children or up front with me?"

"I'll sit at the back and snap some photos of Teddy during the ride." She looks up at me and smiles.

"Good idea, baby." I plant a kiss on her forehead then take Phoebe over to CT to get her buckled in. The back has already been fitted out with children's seats and Taylor has already loaded our luggage on board so we are good to go.

"Wouldn't pass up an opportunity so strap you in." I whisper very quietly in Ana's ear as I take over securing her in, pulling the straps tight. She looks up at me grinning. A salacious twinkle in her eyes.

"Thank you Sir." She bats her eyelids and clamps down on her lip.

"You'll keep." I wink and kiss her chastely.

"You okay Champ?" I ask Teddy. His little lip quivers. I think he liked the helicopter more from the outside than in.

"Daddy me scarwy." He trembles looking around at all the gadgets.

"There's nothing to be scared of Son." I kiss the top of his head. "This will be fun, Daddy will look after you and Mommy is right beside you okay." I look him in the eye and try to convey a look of peace.

"Okay Daddy." He nods and Ana takes hold of his hand.

Once we are up in the air Teddy's nervousness quickly turns to excitement. He spends the whole ride talking about clouds and birds and anything else he sees. His eyes look out the windows in awe and he has the cheesiest grin on his face.

When we land he's disappointed. "Agen Daddy, Agen." He yells.

I chuckle at his enthusiasm. "In a few days Teddy, we will fly back home okay."

"Me wan go now." He claps his hands together and looks at me with hope in his eyes.

"Not now Son. We have to go to the Hotel and get some lunch. Are you hungry?"

"Mmm, yip. Me hungy. Me wan cake." He replies, the mention of food successfully distracting him from the helicopter. That's my boy, he certainly loves his food.

We pull up in front of the Heathman and are immediately ushered up. Ana, the kids and myself are in our usual suite, Gail and Taylor in the one next to us and the rest are further down.

"Do you want to order in lunch?" I snake my arms around Ana's waist. She is in the master bedroom unpacking our clothes.

"Might pay to." She looks over at Phoebe who is kicking her legs in the air and chewing on her fists. "Missy over there is due for a feed and a nap, we should probably stay in and let her sleep." She adds.

"Teddy's nearly asleep, he is watching cartoons." I pull her flush against me and push my erection into her hip, nuzzling her neck. I grab her hair and pull it over to one side, giving me access to her neck. She stills and turns into me, her eyes wide and sparkling.

"Lunch now, then the children can go for a nap while we... Unpack." She looks determined and it's such a turn on.

"What would you like for lunch Mrs Grey?"

"You know what I want," she purrs.

"And what would that be?" I smirk in response and watch her blush.

"A Hot Dog." She giggles.

"You have a filthy mouth Mrs Grey." I lean in and kiss her, holding my lips to her and savouring the last remnants of her cotton candy lip balm. I draw her bottom lip into my mouth and suck gently.

"No really," she mumbles against my mouth, "I want a hotdog, but I'll settle for the Lamb bolognese."

"I'll go order." I run my nose down hers and leave for the lounge area and call down for lunch. Teddy is still sitting on the sofa when I finish ordering. His eyes are heavy but he's desperately trying to stay awake.

"Son, why don't you get up and walk around. I don't want you falling asleep before you have eaten."

"Kay Daddy." He sits up properly and jumps off the sofa. "What you be do daddy." He walks over to me and hold his arms up for me to pick him up. I crouch down and pull him up into my arms. He wraps his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Lunch then nap for you I think little man." I kiss the top of his head.

"Me hungy daddy."

"I know son, lunch will be here shortly. Would you like to go check out the Zoo after your nap?"

"What zoo?" He asks.

"It's a place where heaps of animals live and we can go and have a look at them."

"Kay, me go." He yawns.

Lunch arrives quickly, the smell of food brings Teddy back to life.

"Me got samwitch?" He asks looking down at all the food on the table, wondering what is his to eat.

"You sure did, there's a few different types there." I pull the platter of triangle sandwiches over to me. Teddy climbs onto my lap and inspects the platter.

"Me wan mato one." He looks up at me.

"Tomato?" He nods his head. "And some juice?" He nods.

I take the tomato sandwich and put it in a little plate for him.

"I'll get the juice babe." Ana stands with Phoebe in her arms and walks around to the pitcher of orange juice.

I look around, taking in the sight before me. My gorgeous wife with her tiny baby bump who is carrying our precious, beautiful Phoebe on her hip, my boisterous, handsome son on my knee talking animatedly to Ana about 'Coppas', it couldn't get much better than this. Ana's eyes catch mine and she gives me a beautiful smile. How the fuck did I get so god damn lucky? I'm living the dream.

Phoebe finally falls asleep. They are both out for the count. I shut the bedroom door and head to the master suite. Ana is lying on the bed, and is doing something on her mac.

"Mrs Grey, are you working?" I lie down beside her.

"No," She looks at me. "Just checking my schedule for next week. I have an appointment with Dr Greene on Wednesday. I'll be 18 weeks."

"Nearly half way." I smile and place my hand on her bump. "And you'll be far enough along to find out the flavour."

"Flavour?" She giggles.

"Elliot's saying. Strawberry or blueberry." I chuckle. "He's hoping for blueberry."

"Well they have a few more weeks before they can find out." Ana shrugs. Kate is 3 weeks behind Ana.

"Are we going to find out?" I ask hopeful. Ana doesn't want to know this time, she wants a surprise. I on the other hand am determined to know - not that I care what we are having, I just don't like not knowing.

"Christian." She sighs. "I've told you, I don't want to find out."

"Okay, well then you can leave the room while Dr Greene tells me."

"No, absolutely not. Christian, I know you, you'd let it slip." She rolls her eyes at me.

"Ana, Ana, Ana." I shake my head. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" I arch an eyebrow and watch as her pupils dilate with excitement.

"I.." She opens her mouth to say something but closes it again, instead deciding to bite her lip.

"Mrs Grey, my palm is twitching." She rises to her knees then stands on the bed while watching me intently. Her hands disappear underneath her dress and she shimmies out of her panties.

I shuffle forward on the bed and kneel in front of her, my hands skating up her legs. "Spread your legs." I demand, my voice low and husky. She does as I ask and I lie down between them. "Now kneel over me,". She frowns for a second but drops to her knees, her pussy on my chest. I take hold of her hands with mine. "Closer,". I smirk. She bites her lip and shuffles forward a little closer. "Closer." She moves forward a bit more until her perfect little pussy is over my face. "That's my girl. Now lift your dress up so you can see. I want you to watch this."

She stretches a hand behind her back and manages to get her zip down far enough for her to be able to lift her dress over her head. Once she has removed the dress she takes her bra off. I place my hands on the top of her thighs and spread her folds open, licking her gently. Fuck she tastes like heaven. She moans and spreads her legs further so she is pretty much sitting on my mouth. My tongue twirls, licks, sucks and explores every inch of her. She watches me, her mouth open her chest heaving.

"That's so hot babe." She pants and gyrates her hips. "Oooooo god." She trembles and grabs her breasts as I insert my tongue into her deliciously wet core. I watch as she pinches and tugs her nipples. Fuck she's hot when she touches herself.

"Up." I hiss, and she climbs off of me looking disappointed. "On your hands and knees." She grins and obeys, getting into position, her ass on display. I rid my self of my chinos and crawl up behind her, licking her one last time then rise to my knees and slam into her.

She gasps and drops to her elbows.

"Oooo this is what I need," she cries.

"We aim to please baby. We aim to please."