A/N: Italics = flashback.

APOV

One month later

Christian and I had a wonderful, magical, unbelievable honeymoon.

The two white horses brought the carriage to Sec-Tac. Christian carried me onto the plane, claiming he was carrying me over the threshold, once again. We spent our wedding night at thirty-five thousand feet. The Mile High Club. It was magical. We made love on the bed of Christian's private jet for hours. Christian took me to London, Paris, and the South of France. He made my dreams of going to Europe come true. He has made all my dreams come true. Even dreams I didn't even know I had. He is my dream come true.

Taylor and Sawyer joined us as our security detail. The wedding reception continued after we left. Kate told me my mom showed up after Christiana and I left. She claimed she got confused with the time zones. She thought we put Georgia time on her invitation so she came three hours late. Why would we put Georgia time on an invitation when we're marrying in Seattle? Whatever. The media found out about our wedding, after we left in Christian's private jet. When we returned they swarmed once again. I don't think I'll ever get use to that.

Since the Paul break-in took Christian away from a very important meeting. He had to go on a business trip as soon as we got home from our honeymoon. I haven't been back to Grey Publishing yet. I took an extra week off since the media went crazy as soon as we returned home. It's a good thing, though, because I haven't been feeling well lately.

Kate is coming over soon to have lunch with me. We've missed each other, since I've been gone a month. I'm in the great room snuggled on the couch working on a manuscript. Hannah has been great as my assistant, even though I haven't been there yet. She brings me manuscripts and other work I need to do and then returns them to GP. Kate better hurry before I eat lunch without her. I've been hungrier than usual lately. I start to think of what Christian said when we came home.

Traveling is exhausting. We're back in Seattle, heading home. The SUV stops and I hear a door open.

"We're home, sleepyhead." Christian kisses my temple.

I hear another door open.

"Hmm." I hum.

I'm so tired. I've been feeling exhausted lately. I just want to go to sleep. I reluctantly open my eyes.

Christian leans over and unbuckles my seat belt. He lifts me into his arms. I snuggle against him. Happy. Content. Safe.

"You've put on weight, Mrs. Grey." Christian says, amused.

He carries me toward the elevator.

"What?!" That woke me up. "What do you mean I've put on weight?" I glare at Christian.

He grins. "Not much."

Taylor pushes the call button. Christian walks into the elevator, carrying me. Taylor punches in the penthouse code for us, and steps out.

"Thank you, Taylor." Christian says to him.

The doors close and we're alone. I'm still in Christian's arms. I try to get out of his hold but he holds me tight.

"I can walk."

"I need to carry you over the threshold." He kisses me. "I love you, baby. You make me so happy."

"Even though I'm fat?" I whisper petulantly.

He laughs. "Even though you're fat." He kisses me again.

He deepens the kiss. I fist my fingers in his hair, holding him to me. Our tongues twisting and dancing together. I'm getting wet. I want him. I will always want him. Always. Can one lust over their own husband? When the elevator pings to a halt at the penthouse, we both pull away breathless. Christian's eyes are dark, filled with desire.

"Very fucking happy." He murmurs.

He walks off the elevator carrying me, smiling his megawatt smile.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Grey." He kisses me more chastely this time.

"Welcome home, Mr. Grey." I caress his cheek.

I think Christian is going to put me down, but he doesn't. He carries me through the apartment to our bedroom. Where we made love the rest of the day.

"Mrs. Grey. - Mrs. Grey?"

I'm brought out of my memory, by someone calling my name. I look up. Sawyer is standing near the sofa.

"Everything alright, Mrs. Grey?"

"Yeah. Sorry, Sawyer. I don't think I'm use to being called Mrs. Grey just yet."

"Understandable. Ms. Kavanagh is requesting to come up."

Oh, thank goodness. Food!

"Send her up, please." I say brightly.

He nods and walks away. I put the manuscript, I wasn't paying attention to, on the table and stand. I walk to the kitchen to get our drinks. I grab two bottles of water and set them on the breakfast bar. Then I wait for Kate.

-DING-

Kate walks off the elevator with Sawyer escorting her in. He goes back to the security office.

"Damn Steele, you look hot! Your boobs look great!" I giggle and shake my head. Kate. "Where's Christian?" Kate asks, walking to the kitchen, carrying our lunch.

"He's on a business trip in Taiwan. He'll be back home tomorrow night." I tell her.

Kate sets the box of Chinese food on the counter, grinning.

"I've missed you, Ana. How was the-"

Before she can finish her sentence, I get a whiff of the Chinese food and make a mad dash to the bathroom.

knock-knock-knock

"Ana." Kate says concerned, from the other side of the door. "Everything okay?"

"I'll be right out." I call back

After I finished in the bathroom, I come back out and go back to the kitchen. Kate is eating an egg roll. Mrs. Jones is now in the kitchen, making something on the stove.

"Are you okay, Ana?" Kate asks.

"Yeah. I haven't been feeling well since we came home."

"I'm making you some soup for lunch, Mrs. Grey."

"Ana, Gail. I'm still Ana." Just because I married Christian doesn't mean I'll treat Gail, Taylor or Sawyer, any different.

"Ana." She says with a smile. I smile at her.

"Are you pregnant?" I whip my head to Kate. Pregnant?

"No!" That's absurd! "I'm not pregnant."

"Are you sure? What other symptoms have you had?"

"Kate, I'm taking the Depo shot." I can't be pregnant. "I'm not scheduled to take another one for another month."

Kate shrugs. We eat our lunch. Kate eats the Chinese she brought us. I eat the soup Gail made me. We put the left overs of the Chinese that would have been mine, in the refrigerator. Maybe I'll heat it up for my dinner tonight. If I'm feeling better.

After lunch Kate goes back to Seattle Times. I'm sitting at the breakfast bar, thinking about what she asked me. Do I have any other pregnancy symptoms? I think about the night before Christian left for his business trip to Taiwan. We were fooling around.

It's late. I'm laying in bed, wearing only one of Christian's T-shirts. He just got home from a long day at the office. It was his first day back. He's showering now, then we'll go to sleep. This is only our second night home. Christian went back to the office today and is leaving tomorrow, bright and early, for his business trip. I could go with him, since I took an additional week off from GP. But we just got back from traveling. And he'll be busy working and in meetings.

It's already a chilly night, and now it's starting to rain. I get up and shut the balcony doors. When I turn around, Christian is coming out of the bathroom. He is only wearing a towel around his waist. He's drying his hair with another towel. He stops and drops the towel in his hand, onto the floor. He's looking at me. I am standing at the end of the bed. His eyes roam my body and darken.

He stalks toward me, like I'm his prey. He pulls me into his arms. He thrusts both his hands into my hair, grasping each side of my head. I grab his strong forearms. He deepens our kiss, his tongue dominating. I moan into his mouth. He moves one of his hands, the other remaining in my hair, his other hand travels down my body, down my spine, down to my ass. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him. I can feel his erection through his towel. I moan again.

He pulls away. Stopping our kiss. He lifts the shirt I'm wearing, taking it off. His mouth is immediately back on mine. I move my hands into his hair. When I tug his hair, he groans. He pulls the towel he is wearing off, quickly, with one hand and backs me up to the bed. I hold onto his muscular biceps. We fall onto the bed together. He's still kissing me, as I crawl backwards, using my elbows and legs, up the bed, to our pillows. I lay down flat. I wrap my arms around his neck.

He lays beside me. One of his legs hitch around my body. I can feel his erection on my hip. Oh! His hands, one in my hair, the other on my hip. He moves to my neck, kissing, sucking, nipping lightly. I turn my head to the side to give him better access. His hand travels up from my hip to my breast. He pinches my nipple. I arch my back and grasp the sheet beneath me. Oh! He kisses down my sternum, around the swell of my breast. He licks my nipple and blows on it. Oh, god! Please! I internally beg. He moves to my other nipple and his lips close around my nipple. He laches on, sucking hard. He tugs my nipple with his teeth and I nearly come. Oh, god! I groan. I move my hands from the sheets they were grasping, to grab his hair.

He starts to flex his hips, grinding his hard dick into my thigh. I moan and he groans. He continues to suck and tug my nipple, while his other hand pulls my other nipple. His teeth close around my nipple. His thumb and finger pull hard on my other nipple. I throw my head back screaming, as I come. He kisses me deeply, absorbing my screams. Oh my! He gazes down at me in awe. A satisfied smile on his face. Nothing but gratitude on mine.

"Wow" We breath together.

He kisses me again.

"Ana," Gail brings me out of my thoughts. "I was cleaning your bathroom this morning. You have some birth control pills in there. I didn't mean to listen in, but I overheard you mention to Ms. Kavanagh that you're on the shot now. Do not need those pills in your bathroom then?"

"Oh, those are extra. We can toss them. I don't need-" Wait. "I'll be right back."

I get up and run to our bathroom. I open the cabinet I kept my pills in. I remember I had nine left after I got the shot. I needed to take seven, before the shot would take effect. I get out the pill container. There are four left. Oh, Shit! I missed two pills! The shot should cover me. Right? It was only two I missed. Oh, god! The weight gain. The sensitive nipples. The enlarged breasts. The sickness. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, oh, god! I need to take a home pregnancy text. NOW! But how am I, Christian Grey's wife, going to get it?

I asked Gail to pick up a home pregnancy test at the drug store. I want to take this test before Christian comes home tomorrow night. I need to see it's negative before he finds out I suspect I may be pregnant. He wasn't thrilled the last time we had a semi-pregnancy scare. Neither was I. He was reluctant in accepting the possibility of one child, then. But at the big house, he was joking about more than five children. Surely he had to be joking. Right? I'm sitting on the edge of the tub, biting my nails, waiting for the timer of my phone to go off.

-Beep. Beep.- Beep. Beep- Beep. Beep-

The timer goes off. Since it is time to read the test, I stand up and walk to the counter where the test is waiting. Closing my eyes, I pick it up and I take a deep breath. Opening my eyes, I look at myself in the mirror. Please, be negative. Please. Be negative. PLEASE! Be negative. I internally beg. Just when I start to look down, I hear the bathroom door open. I gasp, and quickly turn around, hiding the pregnancy test, behind my back. Christian!

"What are you doing in here, Anastasia?" Oh, shit!