Sorry for the wait, with Christmas coming up and everything else things have gotten a little hectic...

Christian

This has been the longest, boring as fuck meeting I had to attend in a long while. Those assholes really do believe that they can fuck me over! Do they believe that I haven't read any report off their company I could get my hands on? Shit, I can't believe that this business trip has turned out to be such a pain in the ass. The only thing that makes it bearable is the knowledge that my sexy wife is waiting for me once I get back to the hotel.

While one of the executives goes on and on about them being one of the leading companies in their field, I take my phone out. Leading in their field my ass! Could they be? No doubt, but they are nowhere near where they could have been by now and they know as well as I do that they need to branch out and get involved with leading companies on the world market, something that could easily be done if they would just let me buy their company.

A quick glance at my phone shows me that I the text I have been waiting for has finally arrived.

*Mrs. G. is back at the hotel suite, Sir. Sawyer.*

Well, thank fuck for that. Ana is bored spending most of the time in our suite, so I arranged a trip to the mall for her. One thing I love about Russia is, that here money can buy you literally everything. So, after two phone calls the mall was shut down for Ana to shop in their alone with Ryan and Sawyer, while Reynolds is with me. Taylor wanted to accompany us, but we both were worried that it wouldn't look good if he left the country for two weeks, right after he temporarily gained full custody of Sophie. So, he manages things back at home, while Sawyer is our head of security for this trip.

The main reason why I don't want Ana to leave the hotel without me is that for the last week or so we have been receiving some fucking disturbing letters and e-mails. All aimed at Ana or more so our unborn child. Some sick fuck is threatening to kidnap Ana and cut the baby right out of her. That has given me the first nightmare I had in a long while. The main reason why I am so concerned is that so far we couldn't find out who has send the letters and e-mails. Some one is going to great lengths to get to Ana and our baby and it is freaking me out. This person even knew that we were going to Russia and sent a letter basically telling us that Moscow is a huge town, where people easily get lost and never be seen again.

Since then, I am on high alert, this trip was kept low key, so now we have insider who is threatening my wife and unborn son. This is driving me insane and the worst part is that I can't tell Ana. I know I should, but how am I supposed to tell my pregnant wife, who has a history of severe panic attacks that there is a lunatic out there who threatens to cut our son out of her? So, all I did was to tell her, that now that everyone knows that she is pregnant, she needs increased security. For now it's Sawyer and Ryan, but Taylor is in the process of interviewing some female CPO's. I need to have someone who can follow her into the ladies room or changing rooms and that sure as fuck won't be any of male security detail.

At least she didn't fight me on the increased security, she knows it is necessary and while she doesn't like it, she understands that going out without security is not an option for her.

Finally at six pm we finally finish the meeting for today and I get up, but of course that asshole Baranov who is not willing to sell for the price I have offered comes up to me.

"Mr. Grey; I think we have started of on the wrong thought. Let's get together this evening. This is the address of a gentlemen's club, meet me there around 9 pm." He says and leaves. Well fuck, I wanted to have a nice evening with, Ana, which includes dinner and sex, a lot of sex... now I have to spend more time with this prick... damn, I give this shit two more days, then it is hostile takeover time.

Arriving back at our suite at the Ritz Carlton I find Sawyer in the main living area.

"Evening Sir."

"Evening Sawyer, where is Mrs. Grey?"

"She is in the master bedroom, Sir."

"Good, did everything go as planned at the mall?"

"Yes Sir, Mrs. Grey seemed to have had a good time."

"Perfect, I have to leave again around eight, Ryan has all the information you need." I explain while I take of my suit jacket and tie. Sawyer excuses himself to talk to Ryan and I go in search of my wife. When I open the door to the master bedroom I find her asleep on top of the covers.

Right next to her is a note pad and a pen. I pick it up and smile. She has compiled a list of names for our son. So far, we couldn't find one we both liked, so we've decided to both make a list, but between this fucking business trip and trying to find out who is sending those threats regarding Ana and our unborn son I didn't have the time to so. Looking at her list there are actually a couple of names I really like.

Anthony

Joshua

Nathan

Daniel

Theodore

Matthew

Brandon

Mason

Henry

Raymond (middle name)

Elliot

Sheldon

Aiden

Caleb

Elijah

Nicholas

Maxwell

Actually, other than Sheldon or Anthony I could imagine us giving our son any of these names. I'm a little surprised though that she only considers her father's name as a middle name, but then it dawns on me that Ray Grey really doesn't sound that good. I like it as a middle name though.

Putting the list back down I gently push Ana's hair out of face and frown when I see the tearstains on her face. I lean down and kiss her temple and down to her jaw making her smile and blink as she slowly wakes up.

"Hi." She whispers sleepily and I kiss the corner of her mouth.

"Hi, is everything okay? Why did you cry?" I ask and she grins sheepishly.

"Hormones, I guess. You know there was this store at the mall that sold tons of things made of fur and the more I thought about it the more upset I got. All the animals that had to die just so someone could buy a jacket or coat made out of their fur."

"Well, I will remember never to by you something made out of fur then."

"Good, because if you ever want to by me a fur I would prefer it be still attached to its rightful owner." She giggles and it makes me smile.

"Care to join me in the tub, Mrs. Grey. We can discuss our son's name." I kiss her and get up to draw a bath for us and right when the tub is full Ana comes in with a frown on her face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Reynolds just told me that you need to leave around eight to reach your destination in time. I thought we would spend the evening together."

"I wish I could, baby. But that old fucker wants to meet me in some kind of gentlemen's club to talk about the deal and..."

"Whoa, a what? Are we talking about cigars and whisky or strippers and chicken wings, because if it is the latter you are not going!"

I stare at Ana and try my best not to laugh at her. There she stands in front of me, all 5'2 of her, hands on her hips and giving me her best don't you dare stare, which for some reason is hilarious.

"Christian! I swear to god, if you start to laugh at me you are going to sleep in that tub tonight. I'm serious. I don't want you to go to some strip club!" She damn near shouts at me and I know it's her hormones talking, but fuck I'm not in the mood for a yelling match.

"Baby, I don't want to argue with you. It's a business meeting, I have no idea what kind of club it is, but I'm sure Sawyer knows it by now. Do you want me to ask him?"

"Why, you will go anyway, so it doesn't matter." She snaps and I close my eyes. Fuck, I love my wife with all my heart, but if she is like this through all of her pregnancy we won't have anymore kids.

"Ana, why is this bothering you so much? No matter where I am all that's going to happen is me discussing business with Baranov. I'm trying to secure this fucking deal, so I can spend more time with you. Don't you trust me?"

"I just don't want you in a place with tons of Russian women who for some reason all look like super models, while all you have to come home to is your fat, fun-sized wife." She shouts at me and with that the tears start.

"Come here baby." I try to pull her in my arms, but she steps back.

"No, I'm too fat to hug." She sobs and now I do laugh and pull her in my arms.

"See, no problem, baby. Now tell me what brought this on. Why do you think that you are fat?"

"Does-doesn't matter." She hiccups.

"Yes, it does. Talk to me, baby?" I hand her a handkerchief and sit down on the floor, where I cradle her in my arms until she has calmed down enough to tell me what is going.

"At the mall, I went into this really nice boutique and the sales assistant told me that they don't sell plus size and that I should go to the boutique on the other side of the mall, because it's the only one where they sell stuff for people that are overweight." She sniffs and now I am fucking pissed. Whoever that bitch was, it was her last day of working at the mall.

"Baby, that person was nothing but a jealous petty bitch. It's obvious that you are pregnant and not fat. She was probably jealous that you have a husband who can afford to have the mall closed off so that you can shop in private. You need to stop listening to crap like that; there will always be people who are only making others miserable to make themselves feel better. You are beautiful, stunning and the hottest mommy to be I have ever seen in my life. I don't care if all Russian women look like super models, because they have nothing on you."

"Liar, look at me, my ass is huge and I have already gained 13 pounds and there is no end in sight. Let's face it, by the end of this pregnancy you can roll me down the hallways." She pouts and I laugh.

"Baby, you have gained the exact amount of weight you are supposed to and I happen to like every sexy curve on your body. Especially this one." I caress her belly and finally a smile comes to her face.

"I'm sorry; I'm such a mess today. Can I make it up to you?" She asks and her expression leaves no doubt what she wants. I look at my watch and scowl.

"I need to leave in a while; can we take a rain check? I wouldn't mind though if you would wait for me wearing something really sexy that I could rip off you to have my way with you."

Ana

After Christian has left the suite I decide to distract myself by going to the spa. I have to say I have never a spa like the one in this hotel before and I have been to a lot of spas in my life. Mostly to humor my mom or Mia and Kate, but this one is really over the top. The only thing that annoyed me was that Sawyer insisted to get a different massage therapist for me, but I guess Christian wouldn't appreciate it if I would get a massage from a man, especially after my earlier hissy fit.

Usually, I'm good at ignoring petty women, but today that bitch at the mall really got to me. I love how my belly is growing, but it makes me also worry. I want to be sexy for Christian and right now I feel anything but sexy. Yesterday, I woke up and when I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had a pimple and not just a small one, but the freaking mother of all pimples right on the middle of my forehead and I haven't had a flipping pimple since my early teens.

Christian of course thought it was hilarious, he started to call his little unicorn and I got so mad that I threatened to wax his balls in his sleep if he wouldn't stop. That did the trick and I bet he was sleeping with one eye open last night, because Elliot actually did that to him once when they were both teenagers and Christian swears that Elliot nearly ripped his balls off. Those two really liked to play pranks on each other, but I guess I shouldn't be the one talking, after all the pranks I've pulled on my siblings.

After I'm back in the suite I am bored and watch some TV, but it doesn't help. My mind goes back to Christian and the thought of him in a strip club is really not appealing. I get up from the sofa and call out for Sawyer who is somewhere in the suite.

"Yes, Mrs. Grey?"

"What kind of gentlemen's club is Christian at right now?"

"It's some kind of high class club for men only. No strippers." He says trying to keep a straight face and I scowl at him.

"Thank you, Sawyer."

He nods and goes back to wherever he came from while I stare at the clock on the wall. It's already after ten in the evening and I am getting tired. Maybe, I could just nap a little until Christian is back, but then I remember him asking me to wait for him wearing something sexy and I decide to do just that.

Thirty minutes later I am dressed in a lacy panties and black see-through babydoll, I've brushed my hair until it is falling down my back and over my breasts in glossy waves and because I know Christian likes it, I put on some sexy high heels and lounge in the middle of the bed waiting for my husband.

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up with a start when the door to the bedroom is pushed open rather loudly and I sit up just in time to see my husband stumbling into the room.

"Anas-tasiaaaa" He slurs with a drunken smile. "I'm back!" He continues proudly and I have to bite my lip so I am not laughing at him.

"I know, had a good time?" I ask amused and move out of the way when he flops down on the bed.

"I secured the deal and had vodka!"

"Well, that certainly explains why you are drunk. Come on, let's get you undressed, then I get you some Advil." I move to get up but he snakes his arms around me and pulls me back into his arms.

"Don't go... mmhhh you are looking mighty fine, Mrs. Grey." He slurs and nuzzles my breasts.

"Christian, you are really drunk, I think you should go to sleep now or you'll be worthless tomorrow."

"You just want me to get naked, Mrs. Grey." He chuckles with his face still pressed against my breasts and this time I can't help but laugh.

"Seriously, I just want you to sleep, Christian. You are too drunk to have sex."

"Baby, I am never too anything to have sex." Rather clumsily he gets back to his feet and still swaying he struggles to open his pants and almost lands on his ass trying to get them off. When he has finally managed to get out of his pants and boxer briefs which was way harder than it could have been because he is still wearing his shoes; he stares down at his flaccid penis with a scowl.

"Come on baby, suck him, I think he needs some more attention." He slurs and I sigh.

"Christian, I'm tired and you are drunk, please let me take your shoes and shirt off so we can go to bed, I promise you tomorrow I will fuck your brains out, but not now, let's give your dick a rest for today." I mutter and put my robe on to get him some Advil while he flops down on the bed pouting. Well, at least my husband is amusing when he is drunk and not one of those aggressive drunks, because that would really frighten me.

When I return back in the bedroom Christian is already asleep and for the first time I hear him snoring. I put the Advil and a glass of water on his nightstand, take his shoes and socks off, manage to take his tie off and open his shirt, but he is just too heavy to move, so I leave the shirt on and pull the covers over him before getting into the bed next to him, where I fall asleep to his rather loud snoring.

The next morning I wake up early and quickly get dressed after taking a shower. It's still early, but when I enter the living room of the hotel suite Sawyer is already there.

"Good morning, Mrs. Grey."

"Good morning, Sawyer. Do you know if Christian has any appointments this morning?"

"No, Ma'am he has nothing scheduled for today. Mr. Baranov's secretary called and told me that the meeting for the contract signing is tomorrow afternoon."

"Good, could please call the room service and order a green juice for Christian? I'm sure he will be pretty hung over this morning, so he needs lots of vitamins."

"On it, Mrs. Grey." He says and I decide to check my emails.

An hour later Christian is still fast asleep, so I have breakfast alone and after that lounge on the bed next to him and read a book until I feel him stir.

"Fuck... my head." He groans.

"If you reach next to you, there are two Advil and a glass of water on the nightstand." I tell him.

"Please, don't speak so loud... oh fuck!" And with a speed I didn't think he would have this morning he jumps out of bed and disappears into the bathroom where I hear him vomit only seconds later. So, I get up and follow him. Kneeling behind him I rub his back until he stops and then he curls up on the floor and puts his head in my lap.

"Oh fuck... I totally forgot how awful a hangover feels. That old bastard drank vodka like it was water... wait... I sealed the deal, right?"

"Yup, you sure did. His secretary called, the contract signing is tomorrow afternoon, Sawyer has the details."

"Thank fuck... oh damn my head is killing me..."

"Well, it seems you had an awful lot of vodka last night so..."

"I know... fuck, please don't say it, baby. I know, I shouldn't have drank that much... but that old fucker... kept calling me a pussy ... because I didn't want to have another vodka after we sealed the deal with a handshake... bastard..." He mutters and I roll my eyes. Men!

"How about I draw you a bath and get you the Advil. Do you think you can eat something?"

"No... no food." He groans and so after a while I get up to draw a bath for him and get the Advil. Once he is dressed and the Advil have kicked in he seems a little better and even agrees to have some toast and the green juice I had ordered for him.

"Do you want to go sight seeing, baby?" He asks me after he has finished his toast and I snort when I see the pleading look he is giving me, telling me that he does not feel up to it.

"Not today, there is so much I want to see and I don't want you to feel like shit the entire time. How about the day after tomorrow?"

"Thank you, baby. Is there anything else you would like to do today?" He asks and gets up. I get up too and slowly walk over to him.

I grab his dick through his sweatpants and get on tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"Get naked... like now!"...

Next chapter some lemons and sight seeing in Moscow. Also I couldn't resist to throw in some little drama/mystery until Baby Grey is born, so any guesses who would want to harm Ana or get her/his hands on Baby Grey?

Oh and I am thinking about naming Baby Grey something other than Teddy, so if you have any favorites from the list of names mentioned in this chapter let me know...