Another update! Thank you guys for the reviews, favorites, and follows. It really means so much. To the people who may be concerned that this is a cheating story, I do not want to make this a cheating story! I want Ana and Christian to stay happily in love and married and I love writing romance scenes and such. 3 I hope you enjoy this chapter! ~Whit
"Mr. Fox." I jump and gape at him. I'm barely able to squeeze out the words. My voice is raspy and breathy.
"Anastasia, you do look lovely in rose. A fine sight to behold, indeed." He eyes me up and down, making "mm" noises.
"No. Stop!" His eyes snap up to meet mine and I'm livid, raging with anger.
"Why, Miss Steele, why are you upset? Can't take a compliment?" The anger is bubbling up so quickly I think I'll spew.
"No, Boyce, I can take compliments. Compliments from my husband!" I throw up my hand displaying my wedding rings.
"Stop following me, sending me notes, sending me flowers. Stop it all right now because there is no business between us anymore." I throw my hands up, exasperated and I turn around to see Sawyer rushing towards me. I storm off in Sawyer's direction and I hear Boyce call back to me.
"One day, you'll want me and my work, Miss Steele." I stop and slowly, I turn to him.
"I don't know if you heard me the first five times I've told you, but I'm HAPPILY married and IN LOVE with someone, who just so happens to be Christian Grey. So you need to fuck off, asshole!" I scream in his face, surprised by my outburst, and by the look on his face, he is, too.
"I can't help that you're a fine piece of work." That's it. Before I know it, I've slapped him hard across his face and my wedding rings have left some marks on his cheek. Good. My inner bitch is smiling and prancing around.
"What the hell?!" He hisses as I meet up with Sawyer and I keep storming.
"Mrs. Grey." He calls after me and I yell back.
"I want to go home, Sawyer." I grunt under my breath and he follows behind me.
"Yes, Mrs. Grey."
I climb into the back of the Audi and hear "Your Love is King" playing inside my purse. I roll my eyes, knowing Sawyer must've told him.
"Anastasia." Christian says, softly.
"Listen, Christian. I don't know what Sawyer told you, but I'm okay and I'm going home. I'm tired and I want to be left alone for a while." I hand up on Christian and start to cry. I weep silently in the back as Sawyer drives us home.
OOOOOOOO
"Mommy!" Teddy squeals and comes running to me. Some mascara is running down my cheeks and I quickly try to wipe it off.
"Hello, baby boy! Mommy is very tired, she's going to go take a nap. Do you want to take one with her?" I notice it's nearly his nap time and Gail is sitting on the couch, watching mine and Teddy's interaction.
"Nap?" Teddy furrows his brow and I look to Gail, picking up Ted.
"I think we'll take a nap. If Christian comes home, tell him we're upstairs."
"I will do, Mrs. Grey. What would like for dinner?"
"Chicken pot pie sounds wonderful right about now." I smile and she kindly smiles back.
"Coming up!" She heads towards the kitchen and I carry Ted in my arms up the stairs. We cross the threshold to the bedroom and I place Ted on the floor, gently.
"Mommy has to get your pajamas, okay. Stay here, Teddy." He nods hastily and I make my way to his room. Entering his room, I dig through his drawers and find a set of his pajamas and rush back into our bedroom. I walk through the door and find Teddy who holds up a white object.
"Mommy, a toy!" I gasp in horror and rush to get the "toy" from Teddy. Holy shit he's found my vibrator!
"No, Ted. That's not your toy." I take it from him and he pouts.
"Let's go to sleep." I say, trying to change his mood after disposing of the vibrator. He climbs in the bed and I come in after him, snuggling him to my chest.
"Have a good nap, Teddy bear." He yawns and I yawn back. One kiss to his forehead and I curl up, falling asleep on Christian's side of the bed.
OOOOOOOOOO
I feel someone slide into bed with me and I groan. I know exactly who it is when they wrap their arms around me.
"Baby." Is all I can get out and my voice is raspy.
"Hello, Mrs. Grey. Go back to sleep." He whispers in my ear and kisses the back of my head. Christian, Teddy, and I are all spooned together in the bed and it is perfect bliss.
OOOOOOOO
I awake to the gentle Seattle breeze blowing the sheets around. I open my eyes and find Teddy and Christian have disappeared. I rise quickly, searching frantically for them, until I see Christian sitting on the balcony outside. I get out of bed quietly and slip on a cute pair of black thongs under Christian's GEH T-shirt. I walk out onto the balcony, running my hand over Phoebe. Christian is sitting in his chair, staring out, watching the boats sail up and down the sound. He looks delicious as ever in his white button up and black khakis. He's drinking again, but just red wine, his normal. I wrap my arms around his neck and he relaxes under my arms.
"Hello sleepy head." He says, kissing the top of my hand and I unwrap my arms. He grabs my hand and pulls me to sit in his lap. I straddle him, letting my legs dangle from the holes on the chair. Christian's shirt rides up and my behind is exposed to the sound of Seattle.
"Christian, my ass is showing." I whisper in his ear, giggling.
"What should we do about that, Mrs. Grey?" He whispers back, cupping my ass with both hands and planting wet kisses on my neck. I begin to moan and move my head over so he can have more access to my neck. I run my fingers through his hair and tug. He groans into my neck. I become aware of what we're doing and I gasp, sitting up straight in Christian's lap, staring into surprised gray eyes.
"What is it, Ana?" He cocks an eyebrow at me, fondling my ass.
"Everyone on the sound will see us!" I exclaim and he chuckles.
"I'd never let them see you." I blush and wriggle my hips onto him and he gasps.
"You're going to unman me. Do you want me to take you here?"
"Yes." I whisper, shyly and before I know it, I backed against the balcony railing and Christian has dropped to his knees, ridding me of my panties. I dangle my hair over the side of the balcony as he kisses my thighs.
"Turn around and bend over." Christian whispers in my sex and I moan. I turn and grab onto the railing and Christian runs his finger up my slit and hums in appreciation.
"You stay wet for me, Ana." He kisses my clitoris and inserts two fingers into me. I arch my back and moan, relishing in Christian's skilled fingers. I move back to meet his rhythm. I feel myself tightening around him and gasps.
"Ana, come for me, baby." He groans and on cue, I release, moaning his name. This orgasm seems to go on and on as I feel my liquid drop down my leg.
"Christ, Ana." Christian sounds shocked and I stand up and whirl around to face him, embarrassed that I've came so much. He looks confused and is smirking.
"What is it?" He looks up at me and I blush a light pink.
"Christian... there's... I..." I'm too embarrassed to finish my sentence. Christian chuckles and I scowl at him.
"Turn around baby." He whispers into my ear and my scowl deepens.
"You're so kinky." I roll my eyes and turn around slowly, squeezing my eyes shut. I feel Christian's tongue glide up my leg, collecting the liquid that has slid down it.
"Mighty fine, Mrs. Grey." He says with pride in his voice.
Light pink dusts my cheeks again and before I know it, Christian has unzipped his zipper and is inserting himself into me. Oh, it's heavenly.
"God, Ana, I don't think you've ever been so wet." Christians groans and begins to move, slamming me into the balcony railing. I begin to push back into his rhythm and he moans. He gives me a sharp slap to my ass and I lurch forward, holding onto the rail with a firm grasp. Christian is pumping into me and I feel him swelling and myself building.
"Christian!" I exclaim as he let's go and shouts my name into my back. He stills inside me and I push back onto him, letting him know I haven't came yet.
"I know, baby." Christian whispers into my back and begins to slam into me again. It only takes a few more thrusts and I'm sent spiraling into heaven again.
"Jesus, Ana!" Christian moans and he picks me up, carrying me to our bedroom. I kiss his chest, cuddling into him.
"I love you." I whisper and he beams down at me.
"And I you, Ana."
OOOOOOOOOOO
Gail's pot pie is always one of my favorites. So is dinner with my family. Phoebe has been somersaulting in my stomach since Christian and I had our little rendezvous on the balcony.
"How was work today, Daddy?" This is a question we ask each other often. It's important to me that Christian is happy at home and at work.
"It was quite dull, honestly. I had my meeting with Andrea." He shrugs and smirks. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"Of course, I had to come home a little early." I give him a small half-smile and take a sip of my water, desperately wanting some of Christian's wine.
"The answer is no, Ana." He glares at me and I frown, placing my hand over Phoebe.
"I also wanted to tell you, I have a business meeting in New York this weekend and I'd like you to come with me. We can bring Teddy, too if you want." I'm momentarily lost, but New York with Christian and Teddy sounds like a dream come true.
"It's a short notice, but I think we'll manage, Mr. Grey. I'd love to see New York with you." I grin at him through forkfuls of my pot pie and he does the same, occasionally pausing to wipe Ted's face with a napkin.
"We can see the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty!" I announce and Christian nods.
"I was also thinking of watching a Broadway show and possibly a carriage ride?" I can't contain my glee. I squeal and get up from my chair, rushing to Christian. He gets up to meet me and he lifts me fractionally to spin me around.
"For you, Mrs. Grey, heart and flowers. Always." He kisses my nose before setting me down. I feel little hands pulling on my leggings that I changed into just before dinner. Ted is holding his arms up for us to hold him, too, and I pick him up, Christian and I spinning with him, all of us in a fit of giggles. The way a happy family should always be.
OOOOOOOO
After I read "Oh, The Places You'll Go" To Teddy three times, he's finally fast asleep. I turn on his star shining night light and tip-toe out of his room, quietly shutting his door as I walk out. I hear soft notes of a familiar song playing downstairs. Christian must be at the piano. I grin and walk down the steps. When he comes into view, I smile. He's playing a song that he loves to sing to me called, "Wherever You Will Go." I reach the bottom of the steps and pad over to sit next to him at the piano bench. He smirks at me, but continues to play soft notes. I let them wrap me up and I drift off with the sweet melody. When Christian finishes playing, he grabs my hand and stands up. I peer up at him, perplexed.
"Dance with me." He suggests and I stand up, but furrow my brow.
"We don't have any music." I mumble. Christian wraps his arms around me and I follow his slow, but steady pace.
"Just dance to the rhythm of our heart beats." I smile, sweetly, and lay my head on Christian's shoulder. He holds me close to him and I follow every step. He gives me such confidence in myself and I don't have to be shy with him. We cover the living room and soon end up in the dining room. We sway and I stare up into Christian's gray eyes as the stars and moon illuminate us. The moonlight in his eyes is absolutely breathtaking.
"You look so beautiful, Ana." Christian comments, kissing my forehead. I beam up at him.
"So do you, Mr. Grey. I can see the moonlight in your eyes." I add and he presses his forehead against mine.
"I see everything in your eyes, Anastasia. The stars, the sun, my family, my future. I see it all, in those baby blues of yours."
"Oh, Christian. I love you so much." I leave a little kiss on the tip of his nose and he squeezes my hand. We continue, moving, to absolutely no music at all, but somehow, it's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. How is it possible that I have won such a prize? All too soon, he releases me, and I know it's time for us to go to bed.
"Let me make love to you, Ana." Christians whispers in my ear, planting a light kiss on my earlobe. Desire unfolds in my belly and I desperately want to feel his closeness.
"Yes." I say, a breathy moan and Christian sweeps me off my feet and carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. Every time I think that I could not be happier, Christian proves me wrong. Life will never be boring with him and I love it that way. I love every single shade of him.