A/N: Hey guys! Thank you guys so much for following, favoriting, and reviewing. It really does help me get into this story more. Also, if anyone has any suggestions, I am open! My Grandma still has a lot to go before she is moved into her house, so I'm trying to update as much as I can. Seeing all the reviews and favorites and follows really do help! You guys are the best! Enjoy this chapter :) ~Whit
"I was wanting to save that for later." Christian chuckles quietly as I lay against his chest in the now cool water.
"Who says we can't go again later, too?" I reply, giggling and sloshing some water around. My hands are pruny and the water has cooled off about fifteen degrees, despite our steamy affair. Christian massages my shoulders as my body lays limp against him. I feel his breath against my neck right before he plants a wet kiss on my collarbone. He shifts slightly and I know it's time to get out of our bath. I stand, too, and drain the water.
"Wear this." Christian demands as he hands me a warm and fluffy white robe. I nod and take it from him, shrugging it on. I turn to see that Christian has one on too, and I giggle.
"What is amusing you, Mrs. Grey?" He smiles at me, confused and holds out his hands. I take them and he pulls me to him. My cheek falls against his shoulder and I see something even more amusing. I launch into a fit of giggles. I glance up at Christian and he is giggling, too.
"You just look so adorable in your robe… and it says 'Mr.' right here!" I chuckle and place my hand over the 'Mr.' that is embroidered right below his shoulder. He beams at me and kisses me chastely.
"And yours says 'Mrs.'" He beams and I check my robe. Sure enough, it has 'Mrs.' embroidered in white wispy letters like Christian's. He really does think of everything.
"That is very romantic, Mr." I say, batting my lashes at him. He holds me to his chest and kisses my forehead.
"For you, Mrs. Grey, hearts and flowers always." He whispers into my hair and I sigh. I'm still not entirely sure how I won such a prize.
"Come. Let's get dressed." He says calmly. I follow him through the hallway and into a small bedroom that is tucked into a corner. Christian opens the door and I follow him in. The room is completely stunning, just like the bathroom. The floors are a dark mahogany and there are three cream-colored walls. The wall behind the bed is covered in the same dark wood that is on the floor. The bed is a huge king size that is placed perfectly in the middle of the room. It is decorated with a cream duvet and dark brown pillows. The headboard of the bed is incredible as it is a large mirror and it takes my breath away. I look to my right and see the glass sliding doors that lead to the balcony of the yacht. It's a perfect bedroom. Christian is taking it in, like me, and I watch his reaction. I think he loves the mirror headboard, too. I smile at him and he looks at me quizzically, but grins, too.
"Do you like it?" He voices and I nod my head enthusiastically.
"Christian, I love it. It's beautiful." I answer, my voice in a hushed tone.
"Good, because it's ours soon." He states and gives me his knowing smirk. I shake my head and sigh. Boys and their toys. I glance back around the bedroom and see a few shopping bags in the corner. I look at Christian, puzzled.
"Our clothes." He answers and I walk over to them, picking up the La Perla bag.
"I picked these out for you." He shuffles from foot to foot and looks at the floor. I narrow my eyes at him, but I can't help my grin.
"Why are you so nervous, Christian?" I giggle and he looks up, half-embarrassed.
"I just hope you like them." He says, hope in his voice and my heart melts. Anything from you will always be amazing, Christian. My subconscious is begging me to open the bag, so I do. I pull out an embroidered tulle babydoll dress with matching lace briefs from the bag. It's a light red and the lace is incredibly soft. The back straps cross and I know that Christian tried to find something that would be convenient for my pregnant-self, too.
"Well?" He asks, hesitant. My gaze meets his and I immediately break out into a huge, dazzling smile.
"I love it, Christian. I love it!" I exclaim and throw my arms around his neck, placing kisses all over his face.
"You're not finished yet." He giggles and I arch a brow at him. He hands me another La Perla bag and I am confused.
"You'll wear these now. The lingerie is for Escala." He states in a low voice that calls to my libido. I take the bag from him and open it to find a pair of Maison G-string gold thongs and the matching bra. I start to untie my robe so I can slip into them, but Christian stops me.
"Let me do it." He pleads, playfully. I hold my hands up in surrender and let him take over. He unties my robe sash and my fluffy white robe opens, revealing everything. Christian's eyes are greedily traveling up and down my body. I blush a light scarlet under his gaze. He gives me a light kiss on the middle of my belly and Phoebe awakens, kicking and squirming.
"She never ceases to amaze me." He whispers in awe, watching my skin move and stretch as Phoebe somersaults inside me. I nod and place my hand over her most recent little kick. Christian takes my thong from my other hand and deliciously travels his fingertips down my legs until he is at my ankles. I lift one foot and he slips the thong onto my legs. I lift the other and he effectively dresses me in my underwear. He pulls the panties up and I shiver as his hands skim my backside. He notices this effect and smirks up at me.
"Eager, Mrs. Grey?" He says, laughing. I pout and nod slowly.
"Soon, Mrs. Grey." He groans, closing his eyes and imagining what our night will soon entail. He stands in front of me and pushes my robe off my shoulders. It pools at my feet and I look like I'm standing on a cloud. Christian finds the bra and moves behind me, pulling the straps together and effectively hooking them. The bra is a gorgeous gold color and it doesn't have any shoulder straps. Christian's hands travel to my front and feel my nipple through the fabric. They grow under his touch and I moan. All too soon, he stops and I pout again. I realize I still need more clothes;looking around, I spot three more bags in the corner. Christian walks over and picks up another bag that says 'Neiman Marcus'. He pulls out a wine-colored fabric and holds it up. I see that it's a long dress that is sleeveless, has a high neckline, sleeveless, and has a slit up the leg. I dearly hope I can fit in it as I am seven months pregnant. Christian slips it over my head and pulls it down my body, running his hands down me as the dress falls. The silk is amazingly soft and Christian's touch has ignited my desire, yet again. I'm surprised that the dress fits as well as it does. I stand, watching Christian drink me in. He holds up a finger indicating me to twirl for him, so I do. Once I'm back facing him, he places his finger on his lip and narrows his eyes at me. I begin to panic.
"Do you not like it?" My smile fades and Christian looks up at me, surprised.
"Oh, Ana. I love it." He steps to me and places his hands on my hips, feeling them under the soft silk. I beam at him and he slightly blushes.
"What is it?" I giggle and he smiles at me, finally!
"I didn't think seven months pregnant could be so sexy." He whispers in my ear and kisses my neck. I don't even care about wearing the dress now, I'd rather take it off. Christian takes a few steps back and whistles before grabbing another bag. This time, he pulls out a shoe box and I grin. Of course, he always knows what I need!
"For you." He hands me the shoe box and I open the lid, revealing suede black Jimmy Choo pumps. I squeal and bend to put them on. They fit perfectly and they look amazing with the dress. I'm completely dressed and Christian is still in his robe. I realize that it is this way with him. I always come before him.
"Now, you need to get dressed, Mr. Grey." I challenge and grab the last bag on the bed, getting straight to work on dressing my thoughtful, sexy, and perfect husband.
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"How do I look?" Christian asks as he turns to me in his dashing black tux. I waddle to him and straighten his wine colored bow tie.
"You look amazingly edible." I whisper and smirk at him, giving him a trail of kisses from his jaw to his ear. He moans low in his throat and grabs my hips.
"We have one thing left to do." He groans and I cock my head to one side. He grabs my hand and leads me out of our bedroom and onto a deck where a small band is set up. My mouth pops open as they play an instrumental version of "Have I Told You Lately" by Van Morrison. The deck is bathed in a low, white glow from the small white lights that are strung around us and the moon has risen. The sway of the water is gentle and there is little breeze out here. It's bliss to me.
"May I have this dance?" Christian pleads, offering me his hand. I nod and take it. He pulls me close to him and I begin to follow his lead. His strong arms support me as I waddle around in the heels. We are in perfect unison together, slowly moving on the deck to the sweet music.
"The way the moonlight reflects in your eyes is simply breathtaking, Anastasia." Christian comments, wonder evident in his voice. I pull myself closer to him and look into his bright gray eyes. They're gorgeous in these lights and I could lose myself for hours in them. We sway and move all over the deck, our moves just in time with the music.
"You're absolutely lovely, baby." Christian murmurs into my ear as we continue to dance around. I swoon and lean up to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
"And so are you, Mr. Grey." I whisper back, knowing that this man was the best gift from the heavens above. He begins to play with my wedding rings on my fingers. I smile into his chest and listen as the final strings of the song fade out. Christian pulls away slightly and kisses my wedding rings.
"Have I ever told you that making you mine was the best decision I have ever made?" Christian whispers low in his throat. I nod and hear my inner goddess awakening, pleading for a make-love session. Christian takes my hand and we walk to the railing together. It's then that I see that we are nearly back to Seattle to be docked. We both watch as the city gets closer and closer.
"What are we going to do when we get back?" I ask, curious as ever and Christian gives me delicious smirk.
"We're going back to Escala, so I can have my wicked way with you tonight." Christian half-growls in my ear and my inner goddess is already kneeling by the door with her thighs parted and her hands resting flat.