A/N: Thank you again for the wonderful reviews. Keeps me going! This idea just jumped into my brain, so I went with it. I hope you enjoy

I do not own the characters. They belong to EL James. This is only for fun!

Ana's POV:

We sit across from each other at our favorite French restaurant, soft candle light flickering around us in the dimly lit private room. In the distance we hear the soft sounds of a piano playing beautiful classical music. It's so romantic. We gaze into each others eyes, sipping the chilled white wine just poured.

"Christian, I want ask you something. But I don't want you to misunderstand what I'm asking or why I'm asking. I just need to ask."

He frowns then nods subtly at me. "What do you want to know?"

I let out a long sigh. How do I ask this without sounding like I'm accusing him of something? With a lump in my throat, I go for broke.

"Was I always enough?"

He stares at me blankly, like he can't believe what I just asked. I can't believe what I just asked.

"Have I ever given you any reason to doubt you weren't enough?" he asks, incredulously.

"No," I answer truthfully.

"Then why? Where is this coming from?" He seems genuinely confused

I feel my tears getting ready to flow.

"At the golf club, some of the wives were talking about how their husbands have this girlfriend or that girlfriend on the side. They didn't seem to care because they figured the girlfriend took care of all the needs they didn't want to fulfill. It just struck a cord for me. Made me wonder... about us. About all those years ago. What you left behind. If you think about it. I wonder if there's a part of it you miss it, the part I could never give to you."

My heart aches as I say these words out loud, the fears that I've kept bottled deep down inside of me, in a place I never wanted to find again.

Christian rakes his fingers through his hair. I can't quite figure out what he's thinking. I'm not sure I want to know the answer to my question, but I need to know it.

"Are you accusing me of something, Anastasia?" He looks dumbfounded.

"No. I know you love me. I do. I feel it everyday. But I'm not blind. I see women practically offering themselves up to you. I'm sure they'd do anything just to get your attention. But I trust you. I truly do. It's just the conversations the other women were having made me feel...uneasy...for the first time in such a long time. If I wasn't giving you enough; I need to know, Christian. I just need to know."

He stands up and I can see this getting ugly. Fast.

But he surprises me and instead takes the seat directly next to me. Gently, he takes my hand and sighs. I brace myself for what I'm about to hear. He cocks his head to one side and speaks softly.

"Baby, you gave me a heart. Those… needs from...before...none of them involved my heart because it just didn't exist. What you gave me... what you give me... is much, much more than enough. It's something I didn't even know existed for me." I can tell he's trying holding back his emotions. "Ana, you gave me life. A life worth living. I am in awe of you. I'm bound to you. Forever. I'm so in love with you, baby, sometimes I feel like my heart could explode. "

Tears falls down my cheek. Christian wipes them away with the back of his thumb and continues.

"You know, I'm not blind either. I see the way men look at you too. They want you. I can't even blame them. You are beyond lovely, kind, a Goddess, a siren. I know I don't deserve you. Baby, I can't imagine why you settled for me, but it's something I am thankful for every single fucking day of my life."

He leans in close to me. I reach out and touch his face, caressing the soft stubble of his cheek. He closes his eyes and smiles warmly. Oh, how I love this man.

He stands up and holds out his hand to me. "Dance with me. Mrs. Grey."

I take his hand and feel his arms wrap around my waist. I rest my head on his shoulder and he leans his head into mine. And we stand there, slowly swaying to the beautiful piano music playing in the background. I look up at this man, who loves me, as deeply as I love him and know we will always be enough.