A/N: Thanks for the great reviews! I am having so much fun writing this and it's mainly because you guys and girls are supporting me so well. And then there's the awesome music that I think suits Fifty Shades. Hope you enjoy this next chapter.
Christian's POV
Time goes by too slow for my liking. No one has entered. Sawyer was the last one. The lights have finally come back on but I don't care. My eyes have never left Ana's face, which is now starting to become full of colour.
"Wake up, baby." I plead. I feel her hand twitch and she starts to mumble. "Ana?" I hover over her and she starts to stir.
Ana's POV
How many times in one week can I feel foggy in the head? It's starting to get annoying. I feel warm and I sense someone near me. I force open my eyes slowly and just see a dark figure. Oh god! I was taken away! My heart begins to race and panic starts to creep up on me.
"Get off me! Let me go!" I scream. "Don't touch me!"
"Ana! Stop!" the person says, grabbing my wrists stopping me from fighting back. "It's just me, baby. You're safe."
"Christian?" I breathe out. Relief filling me. "Oh, Christian!" I sit up and lean into his chest, weeping from my fear and confusion.
"Shhh. I'm here. You are safe." He sooths me. He pulls me into his lap where his legs are now crossed. I must have pushed him back a bit. He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. Gray to Blue.
"You are not leaving my sight. Ever. You understand?"
"Yes." I whisper with a nod. He kisses my lips softly.
"I'm going to take you up to bed now. Ok?" he asks. I just nod and then lean my head into the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around me tighter and easily stands with me in his arms.
"I'm not too heavy am I?" I ask. He chuckles at my question. "Why is that funny?"
"Oh, Mrs Grey. You are never too heavy for me." He replies and kisses the top of my head.
I wonder where everyone else is? Then my question is answered when we leave the family room. Everyone is gathered round with worry in their eyes, then once they see me they all relax instantly.
"I'm taking her to bed." Christian informs them, and just continues his way through the house and up the stairs. All I heard from them was some form of agreement, but Kate sounded pissed off. I'll ask her why tomorrow.
"This has been one busy day, Mrs Grey."
"That it has."
We finally make it up to Christian's childhood bedroom. He kicks the door open then kicks it closed behind him. My eyes are now closed slightly. I have no energy what so ever. I feel Christian placing me on the edge of the bed letting my sit up for a bit. He then pulls my shirt off of me and takes my bra off then slips one of his t-shirts over me. He then lays me down, so my head rests on the pillow, and pulls my shoes off then my skirt.
"Sleep, Mrs Grey." He whispers in my ear then kisses my forehead. Then all too soon his warmth is gone.
"Don't leave me." I plead. "I don't want to be alone."
"I am not leaving you. Not for one second." He says, then pulls the cover over me. I hear him quickly strip and soon enough he is beside me, his arms around me tightly with one hand over my stomach. Blip?!
"Oh god! Christian! How's Blip?" I ask, panic rising.
"Shhh. Blip is fine. My mom checked you over. You're both fine, luckily."
"Oh good." That was a close one.
"Dr. Greene will be coming over tomorrow to do a double check anyway. I'm not taking any chances."
"You don't trust your mom's observation?"
"I do. But Dr. Greene will be bringing the right equipment. Now sleep."
And with that I close my eyes fully and drift. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
I awake, disturbed by shouting. I take a glance at the clock and it's 7:50am. Who the hell is shouting at this hour? I turn onto my back and stretch out only to find my husband's absence. It still feels warm, but only slightly. The shouting starts rise. They must be in the hallway.
I push away the covers and make my way out of the room, not really caring I'm only in a t-shirt and panties. I pull open to door and follow the shouting voices. It sounds like Carrick is having a go at shouting too. I may my way down the stairs slowly and I lean over the banister. I see Kate, Elliot, Carrick and Christian. They haven't noticed me yet I don't think.
"Ever since she met you her life has always been in danger!" Kate yells.
"Kate! This is not Christian's fault!" Elliot interrupts
"It always has nothing to do with you anyway, Katherine!" Christian yells back, but not as loud.
"Like hell it does! That is my best friend up there! I am allowed to care for her!"
I slowly make my way down the last few steps and only Carrick notices me. He gives me an apologetic smile. The others don't notice, they are too heated in the moment.
"There is nothing you can do to protect her, Katherine!" Christian yells.
"Oh there definitely is! I can easily take her away from you! From this fucked up life you live! She doesn't need any of this! You are stressing her out and that will eventually do her and her baby harm!"
I can't take this anymore. She doesn't know anything about our life together. I have to step in.
"You're wrong!" I shout so they notice. They all turn their heads to me. I take a few steps so I'm now standing next to Christian. I take his hand in mine. "You're wrong, Kate. Christian isn't stressing me out. What's stressing me out the most right now is that my best friend is accusing my husband that he is harming me and our baby. If anything, he is trying to protect me!"
"Ana...I..." She tries to speak but I think me coming out of nowhere and shouting all odds must have put her off arguing.
"No, Kate. This discussion is over." I say directly to her. I know she is the one who started this. She pushed Christian for answers and look where it got us. "Anyone else want to accuse my husband of something?" They all shake their heads. "Good. I'm going back to bed." I walk away pulling Christian along with me.
We make it back to the bedroom and my anger over whelms me. I storm into the bathroom slamming the door behind me, leaving Christian confused and worried. I lean over the sink and stare at my own reflection. I am pale again. I'm always pale but I'm going white. And the reason why forces me to run to the toilet.
"Ana?!" Christian calls, walking into the bathroom. "Shit. Baby, you ok?"
"Not really." I murmur, letting the last of my heaving ease.
"Sorry about all that with Kate. She stormed into our room, waking me up, so I forced her out so you could sleep." He helps me back to my feet. I lean back over the sink and wash my face, then brush my teeth.
"I can guess that she pushed you for answers as to what's been going on?"
"Yeah." I look up him and he looks as though he's going to fallen asleep standing.
"You haven't been sleeping." I say, caressing his cheek with my hand which he leans in to. "What were you doing last night?" I ask, then his posture changes. "Christian?"
"I was busy sorting some stuff out with Taylor."
"What stuff?" I go to hold his hand and he winces. "Christian? What's wrong with your hand?" He pulls it away and walks into the bedroom. "Christian!"
"It's nothing. Just a graze. Caught it on a wall or something." He says. He sits on the bed so I move to stand between his legs. He moves his hands up my sides and grabs my behind. I take this chance to grab his sore hand. "Ow! Ana!" I ignore him.
"Christian! It's bruised! What the hell have you been doing?" He doesn't look at me. I lift his chin forcing him to make eye contact with me. "Christian Grey! If you don't tell me what's wrong I will put a ban on sex. For a month." His eyes widen in shock, giving me that look 'You don't mean it'. "And I mean it." He sighs out of defeat, letting me know he is going to open up. "What happened last night?" He pulls me down to sit on his lap and he strokes my back.
"When you were carried out of the house I quickly ran to the front door and saw them about to put you in a van. Luckily before the driver managed to leave the drive Taylor shot one of the wheels. The guy shooting at the security got shot in the leg. He is now tied up securely in the cellar."
My body is still. I stare to whatever is in front of me. The guy who tried to take me away and shooting at my family is under this house.
"And you were beating him to get information out him?"
"Yes."
"Did it work?"
"Surprisingly, yes. With some help from Taylor, who did most of the work."
"So whose behind all this?"
"He mentioned Issac."
"Elena's sub?"
"Yes. Which tells us that she is the one behind all this."
"So she's trying to have me killed because she wants you all to herself."
"I guess that's it."
"She's gone insane." I declare.
"I think you're right. Now how about we start this day off a little better?"
"I would love that more than anything." I say, cupping his face in my hands and kissing his lips. His right hand moves down my back to my waist while his left caresses my thigh. He tries to deepen the kiss but I pull away.
"Ana? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I..." I thought the morning sickness finally stopped for today. Next thing I know I am back in the bathroom. "Sorry!" I yell back to him.
"Don't worry about it, baby. These things happen." He says, leaning against the door frame. "Hang on." He says. Where is he off too? Then my question is answered by more yelling.
"Kate, just go away!"
"I want to see her!"
"Later!" Christian yells, then slams the door. From the click I hear Christian must have locked the door. I don't need this. A hot shower might help. I know I won't be getting anymore sleep. Actually a bath sounds more appealing. I turn the hot water tap on and let the hot steam build and fill the room. Luckily, Christian always has a bottle of Jasmine bath foam here so I pour some of that in. It smells define. Relaxing me almost instantly. I start to strip off my panties and Christian's t-shirt, only to them have him walk in and caress my behind as I lean over the bath to add some cold water.
"You have a fine ass, Mrs Grey."
"Why thank you, Mr Grey. But if you don't mind I would like to get in this bath."
"Mind if I join?"
"Not at all. I need to be in a stress free environment till Dr. Greene comes over. What time is she coming?"
"10am." He starts to strip off his boxers then climbs into the bath before me then helps me sit in front of him. My back to his front. "Ana. I want to take you away."
"What do you mean?"
"From all this. The situation we're in at the moment. I need you safe."
"Christian. As long as I am with you I will always be safe." I reply. He closes his arms around my shoulders and kisses the back of my head.
"I know."
"But what if we leave and the family is targeted? We might as well stay here till this is all sorted."
"You have a point there. I'll talk to my mom and dad about it. My mom will probably be all up for it, wanting to keep you close in case something happens to you again." his hold around me tightens and I know he's scared. I place my arms on his and rest my head on his shoulder.
"I will not argue with that. But what about work?"
"You were told no more work for another two weeks."
"Really?"
"Really."
I sigh out of disappointment. I have only just gotten back to work from the Jack Hyde incident and now all this. I hope when little Blip is born all this will be behind us. I move my hands over my stomach where my baby bump will soon be appearing in a weeks. Christian starts to massage my neck and shoulders and oh does it feel good. We just sit here and relax for ages.
After a long, relaxing bath with Christian we have finally joined the family down in the kitchen for breakfast. Every time Kate tries to talk to me I turn the other way. I don't want to have another argument. The chit-chat is quiet. Everyone is feeling off and edgy after what happened last night. Grace and Christian are practically close to my breathing space. I know everyone is worried but I just need room to breathe. I get up from the breakfast bar to the fridge and grab myself some orange juice and pour it into a large glass, completely ignoring everyone's eyes on me.
"This is getting annoying." I mutter to myself. I take my glass of juice and head outside. I need fresh air. Every move I make is being watched. I walk over to the patio furniture and sit down on the bench. I notice Sawyer standing by the rear exit.
"Sawyer!" I call him and he comes running over.
"Everything ok, Ana?" he asks. At least he's remembered what I asked him to call me.
"Sit with me?"
"Sure." He's more a friend than security to me now. I take a deep breath of the cold refreshing air.
"Luke, thank you." I say, fiddling with the glass in my hand.
"What for?"
"Last night. When I was just barely conscious I heard Christian asking you to hand me to him. So it was you who got me out of that van and I just wanted to thank you."
"It's my job, Ana."
"I know. But I can at least say thank you." I snap. "Sorry."
"It's ok. You've been under a lot of stress lately. It's expected. Plus you are pregnant."
"True." I reply, now giggling at the realisation that my pregnancy hormones will have a big role on my emotions.
Luke and I sit out here in a comfortable silence for only 5 minutes till we are interrupted. I turn my head towards the kitchen doors and see Kate walking out with two cups in her hand.
"I thought we could chat." She says, placing one mug in front of me then she sits opposite me. I nod to Luke to leave.
"What is it Kate?" I ask sternly. I am not in a good mood at the moment.
"First off I just wanted to apologise for this morning. I was really worried about you but Christian wouldn't let me see you so I got even more worried then I got pissed off. Secondly, are you ok?" she asks. Am I ok? I don't know.
"One. Apology accepted. But don't start with that kind of shit so early in the morning. And two. Yes I am ok. My head is still foggy but it's to be expected." I reply, reaching for my mug of tea I take a sip. "And three. Don't push Christian for answers."
"Ok, ok. I won't. He did kind of freak me out at one point. He looked like he was about to explode. But I'm glad you're ok." She smiles, and reaches her hand out to mine and I take it. This is one of the ways she tells me that we're going to be ok.
I sit back and relax once more. Taking in the peace that we have. It feels like I'm fighting in a constant war that will never end, until someone ends it. Kate has moved and is now sitting next time me. I feel hands on my shoulders and I scream and jump from my seat.
"Get off...me? Oh Christian!"
"Sorry, baby. Still jumpy?" he asks, smiling apologetically. Moving his way towards me then wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his forehead against mine. I put my hands around his neck keeping him close.
"Yeah. Just a bit though. I'll be fine. We'll get through this." I smile at him
"Good. Because the good doctor is here."
"Already?"
"Ana, it's 9:50. You've been out here for some time." He kisses my forehead. "Come." He says and leads me back into the house up to our bedroom.
Dr. Greene is already in the room and has set everything up. How did she get all this here? Well it is a smaller kit I suppose.
"Good to see you, Ana. I've been told there has been some stressful situations rising."
"Yeah. Not been a good weekend." I reply. Making my way over to my side of the bed, while Christian sits up on his side.
"So you're now coming on 7 to 8 weeks through your pregnancy. So I won't need to take any measurements yet. So all I am going to do is check out your little one is doing after yesterday." She informs us. I turn my head to Christian in confusion. How does she know?
"I told Dr. Greene about what happened."
"Oh..."
"Right then. The gel is going to be a bit cold as usual so if you could roll up your shirt for me please."
After half an hour of checking Blip and then going through some very useful things on how to keep my stress level down, we are done. Little Blip is fine and is looking good so far.
"Everything ok?" Grace asks, coming to us with some drinks.
"Yeah. Everything is perfectly fine mom." Christian replies to her. He pulls me into his hold. Kissing my cheek. Grace smiles at his affection towards me.
"I brought these up for you. Just some juice." She hands us the drinks as we lay on the bed. "Dr. Greene, I'll give you hand out to the car."
"Thank you, Dr. Grey."
They both scurry out leaving us in peace.
"So, Mrs Grey. What would you like to do today?" he asks, kissing the top of my head. I don't answer him. I get out of his hold and kneel on all fours over him. He is leaning against the headboard.
"What are you up to, Mrs Grey?" I crawl forward slightly and kiss his nose, then his cheek and I move to his earlobe and nibble on it. Christian lets out a deep groan from his throat. I kiss along his jaw line and I finally find his lips. He tries to deepen the kiss but I pull away. I now sit on his lap and as I kiss down his neck I unbutton his shirt. His breathing now picking up a pace. I open his shirt and kiss his chest. I love how he doesn't even flinch at all to my touch now. It shows me how much he loves and trusts me and how far we have come. He puts his hands on my thighs. Moving his thumbs in a circular motion on particular points. I move back up to his neck and to his lips. He quickly cups my head, holding me in place giving me no escape this time. He deepens the kiss. We're all tongues and taste. The sexual tension building fast. I press my chest against his. Closing the gap. I curl my fingers in his hair, moaning into his mouth. He groans back at me and turns to lay me on the bed, not breaking contact. His right hand is back on my thigh slowly moving up and down and back up again. I start to unbuckle his belt and jeans. We are so heated in the moment we can only focus on each other till...
"WOAH! GUYS!" Elliot comes waltzing in.
"Fuck off Elliot!" Christian yells.
"Bro. Cover up the Mrs!" he says, pointing towards me. I look down. When did Christian unbutton my shirt? Christian grabs a pillow and chucks it toward Elliot who runs out of the room. Christian turns his attention back onto me, hovering above me. He chuckles and I giggle.
"We really must remember we aren't at home." I giggle. Christian leans forward and rubs his nose against mine.
"That we do. God I can't wait to take you home." He plants a quick kiss on my lips, knowing that if was any longer we wouldn't have time to lock the door again. "Come on. Let's go back downstairs."
He pulls me off the bed gently so I can change my clothes and he can 'cool' down.
"I love you Christian Grey. Don't you ever forget that." I say. My arms around his neck and his hands my waist.
"And I love you, Anastasia Grey." He plants a deep kiss on my lips then rubs his nose along mine again. Looks like today may be a good one. But you never know when you're a Grey.
A/N: I hope you liked that one. Reviews much loved!