A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! Please bare with me. I'm still just making this up as I go along.
I have never slept so well in my life. After spending, what felt like hours, in the hot steamy bath with Christian he let me relax in the great room. Not leaving my side at all. Massaging me from head to toe. He has yet to touch me since I got home and I am getting frustrated. Damn these pregnancy hormones and him stripping in front of me whenever he changed. He's doing it on purpose and he knows it.
So here I am. At Christian's parents house. He said we needed to get away from the press. No chance of that but there aren't as many as there were outside Escala. They just don't know when they aren't wanted.
We're spending the whole weekend here so I'm just lounging on the large sofa in the family room looking over the water. It's not as nice as the one at our new home but it's just as good.
I feel useless just sitting here doing nothing. I have offered to help with food and drinks but they assure me they don't need help. Christian keeps telling me I'm not just sitting around doing nothing. I'm creating life. He's right but I am so bored I may go insane. He won't even let me lift one manuscript. I think he's convinced himself that I may break at any given moment, but he won't listen no matter how many times I tell him.
It's Saturday evening and the rest of the family are coming round to join us for dinner. I slept most of the time but I'm still tired. Dr. Greene kindly stopped over to check if Blip ok. Everything is all good. Just need to keep the stress down. No chance of that happening when you're married to Christian Grey. I haven't let anyone check my wound in my back. I'm rather self conscious about it. But the bandage will need cleaning and changing.
"Ana!" Christian whistles all happy and cheery, walking in with a cup of tea in his hand. I smile. He knows exactly what I need at times like this. "Here you are, my love." He kisses the top of my head and hands me the cup. "Kate and Elliot should be here soon."
"Thank you. Oh good. I can't wait to see them." I smile at him.
"It's only been a few hours since we last saw them." He chuckles, sitting next to me and pulling me close to him.
"I know. But they're family. I love seeing everyone."
I hear him smile and inhale my scent. We just sit here in each other's warmth taking advantage of the peace and quiet we have for a short time.
"Does your mom need help with anything?" I ask, wanting to do something, anything but sit here.
"No. She's fine. Mia's helping her so don't worry about it. You rest."
"But Christian..."
"No buts, Anastasia. You need to rest. You've only just got out of hospital."
"Fine." I huff. I lean my head back on his shoulder and let it slide. "Can I lay down?"
"Of course." He lets me out of his hold and I lay down resting my head on his lap. He quickly places a pillow under my head.
"What are you hiding?" I smirk, knowing that I may take advantage to urge him on.
"Nothing at all, Mrs Grey. You just have a dirty mind." He smirks back at me. I giggle a little and rest my head. Christian runs his right hand through my hair while his other holds my hand and strking my knuckles. Before I know it I'm asleep.
"Awww! Don't they look so cute together asleep?"
"Mia! Shhh... you'll wake them."
I feel Christian stirring awake like me.
"We are awake." Christian groans. I slowly sit up and then to only wince in pain but my back. "You ok, baby?" Christian asks, now rubbing my back.
"I will be if you stop doing that."
"Sorry. Let me have a look."
"No. It's fine."
"Let me look, Ana."
I don't put up a fight so I start to unbutton my shirt till I notice Mia and Kate. I glare at them urging them to leave.
"Oh, Ana! You've only got what we got." Kate giggles.
"But still..."
"Come on, Ana. Shirt." Christian orders me. I unbutton my shirt and then pull it off and immediately cover my front. "I'm just going to get my mom."
"Why?" I start to panic. Is something wrong?
"Don't worry. It just needs cleaning and changing."
I don't realise till he leaves that he's unclasped my bra.
"So, ladies! What are we all..." Elliot says, striding in. "Well, well, well... Ana... I love you but you know I'm taken right?"
"Leave her alone, Elliot." Kate scolds him, nudging him in the side. Mia is just standing there giggling.
"Right, Ana. Let's get you cleaned up." Grace says, walking in with a wash kit. I notice Christian following her in then he stops in his tracks and glares at Elliot.
"Elliot, get out!" he orders.
"Oh, chill out bro. It's not like she's naked." Elliot jokes. Christian just glares at him but Elliot ignores him and sits on the sofa opposite me.
"Ana, can you lay on your front please and I'll clean this up for you." Grace says. I don't make any attempt to make eye contact with anyone except Christian, who gives me a reassuring smile.
He walks up to the sofa and crouches in front of my head, hiding away me away from Elliot's prying eyes.
I wince in pain slightly as Grace begins cleaning my wound. Christian strokes my hair out of my face then strokes my cheek.
"Ok, baby?"
"Yeah." I say just as Grace applies another dap of some sort of liquid on a cotton wool.
"Sorry, Ana. Almost done." I nod at her.
"Can everyone please leave?" Christian is started to get irritated.
"No, we're alright thanks." Kate says. I take a quick glance around the room and all three of them have sat on the sofa opposite me. Why are they all watching me? It's really irritating.
"All done." Grace says.
"Thank you, Grace."
"No bother, Ana." She replies and walks out the room to finish dinner.
Christian helps me put my bra and shirt back on and at the same time covering me from everyone's prying eyes.
"There. All done. Now pry away my family." I say. Now fully clothed giggle away. Christian growls at me and glares. "Ok, ok. Don't pry."
Everyone burst into laughter at Christian being so protective over me. Oh fifty.
We all gather at the dining room table eating a wonderful beef wellington, just like the one we had the first time I came here. I can tell Grace and Mia have avoided doing anything with fish while I'm around, knowing I'll heave at the smell or sight of it.
"Whose ready for desert?" Mia asks, clapping her hands together.
"I most definitely am." I squeal, I have just got this thing for sweets. I turn my eyes to Christian and smirk at him. Slowly urging him on, I place my hand on his thigh and caress it up and down, lingering around his crotch where his erection is already coming to attention. He's smirking to himself. Oh I don't think so, Grey. In a brave moment I move my hand over his erection and tease him. He splutters his wine out and drops his napkin onto the table. Quickly standing making me drop my hand he lifts me into his arms and carries me out leaving everyone stunned and confused.
"You, Mrs Grey are incorrigible." He says into my ear, nibbling at my ear lobe. He strolls through the house and up the stairs.
"And where are you taking me, Mr Grey?" I murmur seductively.
"Bedroom." He snaps.
He storms into the bedroom and quickly kicks the door shut. Walking to the bed, he stands at the end and kisses me softly then lets me down onto my feet not breaking contact. He slowly pushes me so my knees hit the bed and he lowers me down slowly, still not breaking the contact of our lips which has now turned into a needy, pure, loving frenzy.
He breaks from my lips, leaving me breathless, and works his way down my neck and to my breasts. His hands roaming my body. Feeling every curve. His right hand moves down my stomach and over my waist to my thigh. He caresses it slowly then moves his hand under my skirt.
I am a panting mess. Highly sensitive to his touch. His fingers find my sex and he begins his teasing on me. He manages to open my shirt and pull down my bra then attacking my breast with his mouth. Sucking and nibbling. I curl my fingers in his hair and moan. His expert fingers slide my panties to the side and he slowly eases two fingers in me. Moving them in and our slowly. It's been so long and my most private areas are highly sensitive than ever thanks to him not touching me and pregnancy hormones. And just as I am building he pulls his fingers out and leaves my breasts bare open. Leaving me frustrated. Again.
"That, Mrs Grey. Was a sample of what you were doing to me downstairs." Christian says, hovering over me. Eyes full of lust and love. His breathing coming back to normal. He is such a tease.
"You sure I can't help you a bit more with where we're going?" I say, lifting my hips against his erection through his jeans. He smiles and shakes his head.
"No. And this isn't going anywhere."
"And why not?"
"Because when you weren't looking I asked the doctor about sex and she said to wait at least a week. It's only been one day, not even that. I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, Christian." I say. He cares too much. I reach my hands out to cup his face and he leans down kissing my lips again.
"Come on. Everyone will be wondering where we are." He tells me.
"Um...don't you think you should sort that out?" I point to his erection. "I can help if you like?"
"No, no. I don't want any pleasure."
"Why not?" I ask. He's normally so up for me to pleasure him.
"Because I want to come inside you. Not your mouth. And the longer we wait the more fantastic it will be"
"Oh.." is all I can muster. I am completely red in the face. I'm sure I am.
We quickly freshen up and head back down stairs where everyone has moved to the family room.
"You two ok?" Carrick asks.
"Yeah. We're fine, thanks dad." Christian leads me to the sofa nearest the fire place when it burns and spits out its warmth. Once I am snuggled into Christian, Kate and Elliot are smirking at us.
"What?" I ask
"Oh nothing. Don't worry about it." Kate smirks. Elliot says nothing, as I know he will burst out laughing. Christian glares at them and they just keep smirking. I look up at him and he's confused as I am. We shrug it off and think nothing of it.
"Here you are, Christian. Ana." Mia hands us both some drinks. White wine for Christian and...oh come on...
"Apple juice? In a juice box? I'm not five, Mia." I moan. Kate and Elliot start laughing their heads off. What is it with those two? Even Christian is smirking.
"Sorry, Ana..." Even Mia is laughing. I just sit here a frown. Grace stands and walks over to me and offers me her hand. I take it happily and she leads me out of the room to the kitchen and through to the outdoor patio.
"Here you are, Ana." Grace kindly offers me a small glass of white wine.
"Thanks, Grace. It's starting to get annoying being treated like a child."
"I know sweetheart. I thought it was unfair of them to do that." She raises her glass to mine and I clink it with hers and I happily take a sip of the wine. It's refreshing and hits the spot.
"Thank you, Grace."
"Stop thanking me, Ana. A little bit of wine isn't going to hurt. I can see since the accident Christian as been a bit too protective, hasn't he."
I nod my reply. He has been but with the fact that someone wants to kill me there's nothing I can do to stop him.
Grace and I sit outside on the patio for half an hour till Christian comes to check on us.
"And how are my two favourite women?" He says, walking out. He kisses Grace on the cheek then sits on the bench next to me and gives me a full on kiss in front of his mom.
"Where did that come from?"
"I'm just glad to see you." I can see in his eyes that he was starting to worry.
"She's perfectly fine, darling."
"I know, mom." He says, then eyes my half drunk glass of wine. "And who gave you this, my dear pregnant wife?" He asks, taking the glass away from me.
"I did. She is allowed to have a small amount, Christian." Grace informs him, standing up in my defence. "That's why I only gave her a small glass." She continues. He says no more. I smile up to him and he smiles back. I lean my head onto his shoulder and he pulls me closer.
"Are you not cold?" he asks.
"No. I'm actually warm."
He chuckles. I notice Grace smiling proudly at us both. Just as I am starting to settle into Christian, Taylor comes running out.
"Sir. We have a situation.." he informs us. And at that moment the lights go out.
"Christian.." I whisper, still scared of the dark.
"I'm here, baby. I'm not letting you go. Mom?"
"I'm right here." She replies, then her face is lit by the flame of a candle she just started. She lights up some more and I feel calmer.
"We need to go into the house."
"Ok." Grace and I say in unison. We stand up slowly and I hold on tight to Christian. I mean really tight. Outside in the dark like this freaks me out more than I already am.
As we enter the kitchen I notice lights beaming through the halls heading towards us.
"Christian?" I hear Elliot calling.
"In the kitchen." He calls back. I hear Elliot, Kate, Mia and Carrick walk into the kitchen.
"Taylor. Where's Sawyer and Ryan?"
"Covering the exits."
"Get them to check the electrics." He orders. Taylor contacts them with the orders.
As everyone huddles to the kitchen island everyone is trying to keep calm. What great timing for me to get nauseous. I try to hold it back. It's most likely the panic and stress by what we're in right now. But I fail miserably. I quickly push out of Christian's hold and run to the nearest bathroom, using the walls to help me.
"Ana!" I hear Christian call after me.
I stumble into the bathroom and make it just in time.
"Ana?!" I can hear him trying to find me but I can't make out any words. The heaving is making my body ache. The wound in my back is sore.
"I'm in here..." I mumble. I'm sitting on the floor next to the sink trying to catch my breath. Then I'm blinded by a torch, forcing me to close my eyes. I ache too much to get to my feet.
They don't say a word. They just walk up to me. It's not Christian. I suddenly feel arms around me and I'm hoisted onto what feels like a shoulder. I don't know this person.
"Let me go! Christian!" I shout, then all too soon another figure appears and puts a cloth to my mouth. I try to put up a fight by the push the cloth harder over me, making me drowsy.
From what I can feel we are walking down some steps, and just as I begin to close my eyes and my hearing muffled I can see and hear Christian calling after me.
"ANA! Taylor! Stop them now!" He orders. And all hell breaks loose. Shouting all around me. Orders being thrown. I managed to see Sawyer and Ryan joining Taylor as they slowly approach with their guns raised.
"Put. Her. Down!" Taylor threatens. The figures don't answer but make a shoot at somewhere I don't know. All I can do now is just listen to the noises around me.
Shots are being fired everywhere. Christian calling my name.
"ANA!"
"Christian..." I mumble. He can't hear me. No one can with all the shooting around me.
Whoever is holding me chucks me into the back of a van, causing me to fall against the metal barriers.
"Get her out of here! Now!" one voices orders.
The van starts to come to life and moves away. Oh god! What's going to happen to me? And all too soon I feel a sudden shock vibrate through the van hitting my body. I mumble out a painful moan.
What the hell happened? So much is happening all at once.
I'm being picked up and carried away from the van. The shooting has stopped. I try to force my eyes to open but I fail miserably. My hearing is becoming dull and I feel pain over take me once more. BLIP!
Christian's POV
"Sawyer! Give her to me!" I order him. What the fuck have they done to her? How many times is she going to be limp in my arms? Thank fuck Taylor can shoot. He managed to shoot a tire on that van after hitting the guy firing at us.
"Ana?!" I tried to wake her but she's not responding. "MOM!" I yell. Panic taking over me. Why Ana? She's so pure and innocent.
"Oh my god!" I hear my mom say as she rushed down the stairs.
"Help her! Please!" I plead her. Tears flowing down my face. Tears? I never cry. "Taylor! Tie him up now!" I order over my shoulder.
"What's going on?" I hear Kate from the top of the steps. I walk straight past her and head for the family lounge. "Answer me, Grey!"
"Fuck off, Kate!" I yell. I have no time to waste my energy on her.
"Kate. Just wait." Elliot tells her.
I lay Ana down on the floor near the fire, hoping it will warm her body.
"Mind out the way." My mom orders me. I sit at Ana's side holding tight to her hand, hoping she will respond.
"Does she need to go to hospital?"
"No. She'll be fine. She'll wake up soon. They used chloroform on her."
"Fuck!"
"Christian." She sternly warns me.
"Sorry."
"Just keep her warm and DO NOT let her out of your sight."
"No need to tell me that. I will have her handcuffed to me if I have too." That very idea sounds very appealing and I wouldn't have to worry about her so much then.
"Wait till the power comes back on then take her up to bed."
"Thanks mom."
"No worries, darling. I'll let everyone know how she is." And with that she leaves us alone.
"Oh, Ana. Mrs Grey. What am I going to do with you?" I murmur, stroking her hair out of way.
I sit crossed legged not letting go of her hand. My gaze fully on her. I'm afraid that if I look away for just a second she will be gone. Then there's a knock at the door.
"Sir. Taylor has secured the intruder in the cellar. We investigated the van and the driver got away. What would you like us to do?" Sawyer informs me. What do I want them to do? Fucking hunt and kill the bastard who got away! Torture the other guy locked in the cellar till he spills whose behind all this!
"Keep him down there. Secure the house immediately."
"Yes, Sir." He shuts the door behind him as he leaves.
How much more fifty shades of fucked up is Ana going to have to go through? All this because of me. If Elena is involved I am going to fucking kill her myself. But at the moment I will focus all my energy on watching Ana's still face. My other hand covering her stomach. Praying, hoping Blip is ok.
A/N: I hope you liked this one. Just went with the flow on this. Reviews much loved!