A/N: I wasn't planning on posting something today, but whipped this up quickly for Kendmom…who needed an Emergency dose of Hearts and Flowers.

For those who asked about writing the CCU story in Carrick's POV..I love that idea , so I think I'll fly with it

I threw this together quickly. Hope you enjoy!

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun.

Déjà vu all over again

Anna's POV:

Ugh, I can't wait to get these heels off. Ten hours in high heels is not my idea of a good time, but I am the CEO, and I have to look the part….at least that what Christian insists. I have my suspicions that he's just saying that because he likes me in heels over the flats I prefer. Little does he know I keep a stash of flats in my office when I need a break.

If it were up to him I'd be working from my home office in nothing but ten inch heels, a garter belt and a lace bra…..thankfully it's not up to him, as much as he protests.

I change into a comfy pair of yoga pants and a white V neck cotton top. Ah, this is much better.

Phoebe is over at Kate's tonight. It's so nice that Ava and Phoebe are so close. They're more like sisters…much like me and Kate. So it's just me and Christian tonight.

He's been having some issues at work…some deal that's going sour. True to my dear husband, he doesn't want to talk about it. One day all the problems that man bottles up and going end up as a spectacular explosion and I'll be the one left cleaning the mess. I really wish he's talk it out more. But that's the way he's wired and I came to accept that long ago.

Christian arrives home looking tired. He's still too handsome for his own good, but I can tell the day has been tough.

"Everything ok?" I get up on my toes and give him a quick kiss on his lips.

"Fine." He grumbles.

"Gail left dinner on the stove. Are you hungry? Can I get you're dinner ready?"

"Sure"

Oh, it's going to be a one syllable answer, Christian is brooding night. This ought to be fun.

He goes up to our bedroom to change. I get our dinner ready.

When he comes back down, he's in a pair of sweats, a T shirt and his scowl.

Sigh. This is going to be a l-o-n-g night. I try to keep things light. He sits down at the kitchen island, with his cell phone practically attached to him and a newspaper in hand and starts reading while he eats.

"Phoebe is staying at Kate's tonight. Ava was inviting some of their friends over for a get together."

"Ok" He never takes his eyes off the newspaper.

Jeez, I might as well be speaking to the wall.

"Ray called. He was thinking of coming by one day next weekend for dinner. I haven't seen him in a while"

Silence.

"And your Mom called. She wanted to know if you were still planning on taking out the family on the Grace III this weekend"

Silence. The bastard isn't listening to a word I say.

"And I was bored at lunchtime, so I decide to fuck all my male staff under thirty"

Crickets.

I put my hand over the newspaper and bring it down until he sees me.

"Christian, are you going to ignore me all night? Or just during dinner?"

"What? What the fuck do you want Ana?" He barks at me.

"You are completely ignoring the fact that I am sitting next to you, talking to you and you're yelling at me? Are you joking?"

He angrily crumbles the paper and places it on the counter.

"I had a fucking long day Ana. I don't need any of your shit"

"My shit? My shit? Look Christian, you may have had a bad day, but that's not my fault. Don't take your bad mood out on me."

"I don't need to be bothered with this nonsense tonight"

"So now, I'm nonsense?"

"No, you're not nonsense. This conversation is nonsense"

"I'm sorry, talking about our family and my day isn't stimulating enough for you, Mr. Grey"

'Cut the crap Anastasia. I don't want to hear it"

"Fine. I'll leave you to your newspaper and cell phone. And since your cell phone has become part of your body tonight, make some use of it and make an appointment for your hair. It's too fucking long"

I clean off my plate and leave for our bedroom.

~~~~~xxx~~~~~

I'm reading a new manuscript on our bed when the enemy makes an appearance about an hour later.

"Are you going to brood here all night?" He scowls

I look up at him in utter disbelief.

"What did you just ask me?"

"I asked you if you were going to brood all night?"

"No, you misunderstand what I said. When I said 'what did you just ask me?'…I wasn't asking what you said…I was stating that can't believe you asked that. This coming from the King of all Brooders? You are the Poster boy of Brooders, Christian."

He smirks. Oh, this he finds amusing? This man is going to drive me to the insane asylum someday.

"Look Ana, I had a shit day. I'm sorry, ok? I don't want to talk about it. Us brooders like to keep it to ourselves"

"Well, keep the comments to yourself too, dear. I swear Christian, one day you're going to implode right in front of me." I give him a sarcastic smile.

"Well, I better look good when that happens. My wife says a need a haircut. You better get moving."

"Christian, I haven't cut your hair in years."

"True…but you did such a stellar job. As I recall I had several compliments on your handy work. Come on. I don't want to look ugly for my funeral."

"That's not funny, Christian….Ok..if you're willing to take your chances with me again."

"Baby, I will always take my chances with you"

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~~~~~~~~xxxx~~~~~~

Christian grabs a chair and brings it into our bathroom. I grab the scissors.

"Are you sure about this?" Other than trimming Teddy and Phoebe's hair when they were younger, it's been a long time since I've done this.

"Do your worst Mrs. Grey. I don't have to look at me, you do"

"Christian, I can look at you all day" It's Déjà vu all over again.

"Even when I brood?"

"Especially if you pout while you're doing it. "

He pouts. Damn he's sexy. I give him a quick kiss. I forgot how much fun this was.

"Ok Mr. Grey. Lay back in the chair over the sink so I can wash your hair"

He lays back, closes his eyes and I wash his hair. As I'm leaning over him massaging his scalp with my fingers, I see him opening one eye looking down my shirt.

"Peeking at something, Mr. Grey?"

"You seem to have put on display those delectable breasts, Mrs. Grey. Do you do that for all your customers?"

"Only the very special ones" I smile

I turn the water back on and start rinsing out his hair. The water is splashing all over the place. I feel Christian's hand running up the back of my thigh and stopping on my butt. I slap it.

"Hey, no fondling the help."

"You slap my hand again, and that may affect your tip." He grins.

As I go to reach for a towel, Christian decides to jerk his head forward quickly, dousing my white top with water, making it virtually see through.

"Now we're talking" He grins as he's staring at my see through shirt.

"You are impossible!" I shake my head, mocking disgust

"I know" He grins broadly.

"Sit still; I have scissors in my hand now"

I take a lock of his hair between my index and middle finger and make the first cut. I continue to comb and cut his hair, until I'm satisfied with the results. Hmmm..I guess cutting hair is like riding a bike, you never forget. I'm pretty pleased with myself.

"Done!" I say proudly.

He looks in the mirror and looks pleased.

"Another great job Mrs. Grey" He stands up and pulls me close to his chest.

"I'm glad you like it" I look up and smile at him

"Very much" He sighs and gazes deeply into my eyes. "You. Are. So. Beautiful."

I blush.

"Now about that tip…" He growls in a low sexy voice, as his hands slide back down and grabs my butt . He then leads me out to our bedroom.