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A/N: I am actually quite sorry to see this story end now I've reached that point... But alas, I can't make it into another version of 'Fifty Shades Abandoned' for fear of ruining it with overkill. So thank you for everyone who has reviewed, favourite, shared and begged for more... You are all amazing!
Now enjoy the last chapter...
Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Thirty
Christian didn't say anything. He didn't move, barely breathed. His eyes hooked on its target unable to move them away. She was still a mesmerizing sight – even when she was nearly full term with their first child. Their own little baby girl. He had imagined this pregnancy a lot different but, it appeared that Kate was having the pregnancy he had envisaged. Ana was still shocking him every day.
Unlike most pregnant women, Ana still danced around – bump and all – still woke him up in the middle of the night when her libido seemed to stop her sleeping. She barely complained about her swollen ankles or her back ache or how their little invader was making her fat.
To Ana their baby, their daughter, was a gift and she lived every day proving that. Of course, being only human, she caved to hormones and cried on occasion and she would moan that she couldn't walk far or that she needed a nap but, Ana literally took this pregnancy in stride. After everything they went through this was a breeze in comparison.
He could hear the song on, a song from almost years ago and couldn't feel a little conflicted by Rihanna's to 'What's My Name'. Especially for a short period he had forgotten Ana. Reflecting back it was the darkest moments of his life. He never thought a time in his life would be worse than what he had gone through at the hands of his own biological mother and consequently how lost he felt but, nearly losing Ana was by far the 9th circle of hell for him.
Since the point of all memories and reason coming back to him, he had been living on cloud nine with his wife and he didn't seem them coming back down any time soon.
That thought brought him back to his Ana as she stood with her back to him, her butt shaking from side to side as she sang away the moment. He was waiting for that moment she would turn around and look at him. He needed to be bestowed with that welcoming look she gave. The one where her eyes would darken with pleasure, the smile that told him he was really home and the kiss that would just excite every nerve ending.
As she dipped her finger into the cake mix, she spun around, singing away with the song, "Oh na na, what's my name?" The end of the sentence almost trailed off as she realised her husband had been watching her and from the small smirk on his lips and his casual position against the door frame he had been there a while. Crap! As the blush grew on her lips she shoved the cake batter covered finger in her mouth and smiled innocently around it.
"I'm curious," Christian pushed away from the frame to step into the Moroccan style kitchen of their newest home with a business man's demeanour. He walked up to his wife and stepped in front of her, a small gap between them, his hands still in his pockets.
"Curiosity can be a killer," Ana pointed out to him with an easy tone and rested herself against the counter top behind her. "Satisfaction's always a reviver so share your curious thought, Mr. Grey."
He pulled his hand out of his pocket and ran a hand over his chin and up his jaw with thoughtfulness before dropping it back to his pocket. "I swear women nearly two weeks from their due date are supposed to be complaining about wanting their bodies back and how tired they are and how they can't get comfortable and can't see their feet," Christian ran over a few of many details he had noted in the multiple books he had read over.
Ana looked down, "that view disappeared a long time ago, hubby." She then looked back up from her bump and smiled, "That's why I have you paint my toes for me." She winked at him as he let out a light chuckle. "Plus, those books are written about most women. I'm not most women."
"Oh, isn't that the damn truth," Christian commented as he pulled he to him and placed his hands on her hips. "I just want to know my wife and child are fine. Most pregnancies end up the same," he paused and he knew she knew what he was going to say, "With rest and not a lot of over exerting."
"Well contrary to popular belief, Mr. Grey, baby Grey and I are coping just fine with a little dancing here, a lot of singing there and a whole lot of sitting on our bums the rest of the time," she smirked at him, and gave him a little push so he was backed against the middle island of the kitchen units. "I was going to do yoga but, dancing and cooking for my baby daddy was a lot more appetising." Taking a few graceful steps forward – admittedly with a slight waddle – Ana reached up with her arms and held her hands at the back of his neck. "This bump is making it extremely hard to get close to you."
"We could always go and spoon," Christian commented, seduction lacing in with his voice.
"You don't like to spoon," Ana reminded him, putting a hands to his shoulders. "You tell me you get a face full of hair, a dead arm and in the morning you end up with an awkward hard on."
Christian had to laugh at that. "Maybe so but, you do love it. You sleep better when we spoon," Christian told her and Ana's face immediately softened towards him. "Baby, don't give me that look. I only eat strawberry ice cream because it's your favourite flavour lately."
"But it's your favourite," she then gawped at him in shock before melting entirely, her eyes watering. "Oh God," she tried to roll her eyes to stop the tears, "You really are the best husband ever."
"Only to the best wife ever," he reminded her with a heavily placed beaming smile. "I only ever want to see you happy, Ana. That is my life goal and that will always be my life goal. As long as you're happy and loved my life is complete."
Ana's lip trembled, "I really do love you, Christian. My life is perfect with you." She stepped back towards him, linked her arms back around his neck and reached up on tip toes to kiss her husband leisurely. Ana's inner Goddess struck up then as Christian strengthened the passion and the fervour raged wildly through both of them.
It seemed that since the sweet reunion their bodies were more in tune and both responded with the same zeal and lust. The moment their bodies were united sexually after all the drama months ago it was as though the world stopped for a moment waiting on the fire to spread in a wild manner. Ana felt the butterflies become unsettled the moment her and Christian had began to consummate the new turn in their relationship and when they were set free fireworks exploded. Sex was passionate before but it seemed that when they survived fate pulling them apart their love was reaching all new levels of infatuation. Their love was literally an obsession for both of them.
Even as the kiss ended, the pair continued with little pecks before pulling away from one another. "You're stamina amazes even me, Ana Grey."
"It's because I know after there's always cake," she quipped sarcastically, that playful glint in her eyes. "Wanna help me make it?" She asked him, "We have time to play whilst it's in the oven cooking."
"Can't Gail cook it?" Christian asked, hoping to take this moment to bedroom sooner rather than later.
Ana shook her head, "I want to bake a cake. That's why I started."
"Started eating the cake mix more like," he teased and she hit him. "Hey! I caught you remember?" He asked her and saw her try and cover up the fact his hand little caught her red handed – well actually she was cake handed.
"I was tasting it," she tried to think of a good reason but, knew her lie was a fail. "Think of the fun we can have with the icing later," she murmured softly, implying just what type of fun they could really have. "So help me bake now and we can have kinky time and a cake to top it all."
"Hang on," Christian twisted around her to see the bowl and tasted the mix. "You're craving red velvet cake again aren't you?"
"Sex and eating cake is my perfect day," she gave a shrug at him, "Arrest me." She knew her husband had her matched perfectly right this moment. He knew that she was baking a cake and saying it was for him when really it was to appease her craving. "Tie me up and teach me a lesson."
"Once we've got this baking done," he told her and gave her look to tell her he was only biding his time to lavish her body with his touch.
Ana set to work pouring the cake mix in the baking tin, Christian made quick work to put it in the heated oven and was glad that most of the work was done before he came home. It meant his yearning didn't have to pang in his pants for too long. As he went back over to her she raised her hand to his face and covered it with red velvet mix.
"You're yummier now," she joked and giggled as he stood with leftover cake mix on his face.
"Oh, you've done it now," he growled predatorily at her and then picked her up without breaking a sweat. He ravished her with a kiss before turning a little of his more dominant side on. "Time for a thirty minute session for that," he whispered at her and carried her off. He planned to do nothing but make love to her but, he liked how good it felt to take control. "You're all mine," he told her firmly and then started the journey to the stairs to carry her up them to their master bedroom.
As Ana's giggles were heard through the house, Taylor looked to his own wife from his position in the security office as she pottered around cleaning and smiled to himself. This was the perfect life for everyone.
Only happiness and love roamed the rooms.
And only happiness and love would continue to dwell here.
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The end!
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A/N: I know a lot of you wanted more, hell even a sequel... but right now neither are on my agenda, but you never know what the future has in store... So we'll see... For now I'm focusing on one new story, my current Fanfics and my original work =)
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