A/N: Thanks again for the wonderful reviews. To reply to one review about 'what is a jumper', here in the UK it's what you call as a sweater. If that doesn't help...google it.
I hope you like this next chapter. Sorry I didn't update yesterday I was hooked on other fifty shades fanfics. Some of them weren't that good but I've bookmarked a lot actually haha.
The pieces of music that I mention in this are called 'Rain' and 'Earth' which are composed by 29braincrain (their youtube). If you want to hear the videos but can't find them then PM me and I will link you.
We arrived back home at Escala on Monday afternoon. Christian and I spent a while arguing about me going to work but I eventually won, promising him that I will have Sawyer with me or near me at all times. He agreed reluctantly. So today is now Wednesday and it's coming up to 1pm. Christian insisted on taking me out to lunch for a change but he won't tell me where. He just said to wait in my office. So for the mean time I have my eyes glued to the screen checking and deleting emails that have piled up for a few days or so now. I am disturbed by a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I call, to whom ever is behind it. I lift my eyes and a smile spreads across my face. "Hello, Mr Grey. And what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask.
"I came to take my pregnant wife out of her office for lunch. So, if you don't mind coming away from the screen?"
"I don't mind at all." I push back from my desk and out of my chair. "Let me just get my bag." I have picked up the habit of locking my bag away in my bottom draw. Although at the moment I wish I hadn't. I lean do and then wince in pain. My wound is healing fine but the pain comes now and then.
"Let me get it, Ana." Christian says, swiftly and quickly making his way to me. I sit back in my chair, my hand covering my wound as if to stop the pain but it doesn't work.
"Sorry." I murmur.
"Don't be. Come on let's go for lunch then you can take some pain killers." He holds out his hand to me and I take it gladly. "Before we leave I need to cover your eyes." He says then un-tying his tie. Our favourite silver tie.
"Why?" he covers my eyes and I see nothing. My other sense heightened.
"A surprise, my beautiful wife." He whispers into my ear, before kissing my cheek. He slowly leads me out of the office and towards the elevator. He keeps his hands on my shoulders at all times. I wish I didn't wear heals today. Only now do they start to feel sore and standing in the elevator this long, well it feels live forever, is making it worse. I stand in front of Christian with him close to my back, his hands still in place. My feet getting worse by the second I start to shift my weight to either foot for a while each time.
"What are you doing?" he murmurs to my ear, his hot breath covering my skin.
"My feet are sore. I'll take my shoes of in the car."
"No need." Is all he says, and then I feel his arms around my lower back and behind my knees and I'm lifted into his arms. I hear the odd 'aww' from some women who are probably standing at the back. I can feel him moving now. I feel the chilled breeze from the main doors as we walk closer. Claire shouting in the background and laughing. This is so embarrassing. What makes it worse is the tie but I'm not going to complain. Christian rarely shows affection in public. We reach the car and he slides me and quickly sits next to me on the other side. He takes my hand kisses my knuckles. I can't help by smile at the time. I'm excited to see what he has planned.
We arrive at where ever we have and I get this feeling that I know the place. Christian is quick to carry me out of the car and lead me to another elevator.
When the elevator stops he walks out and places me gently on the floor. He crouches down and lifts my foot to take my shoe off and repeats the process with my other. I hope we're not in public. He leads my through to another room and stands me in front of, what feels like, a table. He removes the tie from my eyes. Blinded slightly from the light I manage to get my sight back.
"Christian...I thought we were going out for lunch?" I am speechless. On the dining room table is a feast which looks mouth-wateringly good.
"I thought that maybe a surprise meal at our home would be a nice change. After lunch I am going to give you a massage." He murmurs in my ear again, kissing my neck.
"What about work?" I turn to face him and place my hands on his chest.
"We are not going back to work for the rest of the day."
"We?"
"Yes. We. You and I." He leans forward and swiftly kisses my lips. He turns me back round and pulls out a chair for me. In front of me my food is hidden under a lid. Christian lifts it up to reveal beef wellington. Pastry is one of my new cravings. Christian sits opposite me. Smiling as I devourer the food in front of me. He eats at a slower pace than me, well everyone does.
We go through lunch steadily. The conversation light and normal. We expected to have trouble when we got home but thankfully we didn't but all in good time I guess.
"So. What next?" I ask. Propping mu elbows on the table resting my head in my hands. He looks at me and smirks.
"Eager as ever, Mrs Grey."
"Always with you."
"Come." He stands from his seat and comes next to me, holding out his hand for me to take. "You need a massage."
He leads me from the great room to our bedroom where he leaves me on the bed. He goes into the bathroom and I hear him rummaging around with bottles. I decided to get changed quickly in the walk –in wardrobe. I strip down to my underwear then I feel his hands on me.
"No need to remove anymore clothing." He kisses that spot behind my ear. "For now." Those words send a spike straight to that deep depth inside me. How can his words have so much affect on me? His hands slide down my arms lightly leaving tingles along the way, then he moves to caress my stomach. I lean my head against his shoulder as he leaves more kisses along my collar bone and neck.
"Your smell is intoxicating." He murmurs.
"Christian..." I moan.
"Come." He keeps me in his hold and pulls me back into the bedroom. "Lay on your front."
I lower down onto the bed while he grabs a bottle of lotion from the side. I'm lucky my bra hides my scar. I can't bare for him to see it. I feel his weight moving the mattress. I lay my head on my arms and relax while he sorts himself out. I hear the cap of the bottle open then quickly closed. A cold liquid runs over my lower back. His hands work the oil into my skin and down my sides.
"Please don't!" I plead, his hands starting to unclasp my bra.
"Baby? What's wrong? It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Please..." I hide my face into my arms. He moves up to my face and lays on his side.
"Ana? Baby? If it's your wound...I'm not bothered."
"But I am." I turn my head to look at his face. He smiles at me reassuringly, stroking my arm.
"Don't be. I don't want you to feel insecure about your body. It doesn't bother me."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Ok." I smile at him. He moves back down the bed and starts again. Unclasping my bra, he slides the straps down forcing me to lean up so he can remove it completely. I am kneeling on all fours now and I can feel him doing the same over me. His hands move round to my breasts. He takes them in his hands and begins to massage them. I drop my head down and moan into his touch.
"Shhh...relax." his hands move down to my waist and he pulls me to sit in his lap. I drop my head onto his shoulder as his oily hands work their way up my body. I can feel his chest hair against my back. When did he take his shirt off?
"Now, Mrs Grey. I think you need to relax some more. And I know how." I can feel his smirk on my skin.
"I like the sound of that, Mr Grey."
"Good." He lays me back down onto my front gently and turns me over to face and on instinct I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him down to me. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to my lips. He moans into me and strokes my lips with his tongue to gain access and I let him explore me. His heads cupping my head, controlling me. Devouring me. We are lost in the moment till we hear loud banging noises outside our door.
I grip onto Christian's arms and he automatically covers my body. He quickly leans down onto the floor and picks up his shirt for me to put on.
"Christian..." I whisper. "It sounds like..."
"Gun shots." He finishes my sentence. He looks deep into my eyes. "I'm just going to go see what's happening."
"No! You are not leaving me on my own!" I protest.
"Ana. Go lock yourself in the bathroom. Now!" He orders me. He's not listening.
"No! Christian you could get hurt!"
"So could you! And our baby! Please, Ana?" He pleads, pushing himself off of me and climbing off the bed. I don't move. I stay where I am pulling the covers over me, my eyes never leaving Christian until he's out of the door. My fear turning to panic. I hear the shooting die down until shouting takes it's place. Christian's voice louder than most. I make a dash for the walk-in and pull on a pair of sweats. I walk over to the door, feeling the walls of the corridor to guide my way to the great room. The lights are dull and the shouting has ceased. I am faced with Christian's back to me. Taylor, Sawyer and Ryan crowding near, what looks like, a body. Taylor notices me walking over closer and Christian follows his stare to me. He quickly walks over to me and locks me in his hold.
I look down and the figure seems to be trying to move. Their head lifts and looks at me. Such hatred in his eyes. But why? Who is he? Why did they invade our home? With in a flash they try to attack me, pointing a gun towards me which then drops from his grip as Taylor shoots his hand. Christian covers me and turns me away, but luckily Taylor and Sawyer grab the man before he got any closer.
"You will die! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be going through all this! This event is only a warning!" he shouts.
Christian is glaring down at him. Does he know this man?
"Don't blame your problems on her! TAYLOR! Get him out of here!" He shouts. Christian pulls me away back into the bedroom just as Taylor and Sawyer drag the man away.
Christian sits on the bed and pulls me into his lap, holding me close to his chest.
"Christian?" I stroke his cheek, trying to calm him down.
"Oh, Ana." He leans into my touch. "If anything happens to you or Blip my life will end."
"Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise." I can't see him this way. I kiss him. Deep. Making my words a promise that can't be broken. This afternoon's events may have been sudden and quick but I know there's more to come. So we spend the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms, making love, making sure that we can get through anything.
Blood! Blood. Blood? Why is there blood? I can't even move. It's dark around me. I can't see a thing. But I can hear my name being called. Who? Ana! No go away!
"Ana! Don't die!" It's Christian! He's crying. But why? More blood. I'm bleeding! Oh god! No! Blip! I was shot! My body has gone cold and I can't feel anything.
I jolt awake. A nightmare? Why now? I am too warm to think. Christian has covered me with his arms and legs again. I manage to slip free and get out of bed. I need a drink or something. I walk out of the bedroom to the great room and to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator I grab some orange juice. I need music. For a change it's me who needs to listen to music to think. Normally it's Christian, just him playing on his piano. I walk over to the ipod dock and attach my ipad that sits nearby. I look online for a piece of music that resembles my feelings. Yes this will do. A nice gentle piano melody. This fits well. I turn the volume to a low gentle sound. I walk over to the floor to ceiling window, resting my head on the coolness of the glass.
So many questions flow through my mind. Is it really Elena behind all this? Was that man from earlier Issac, her sub? If this is all connected to her then why is she taking her time? Maybe she's watching how her plan plays out. Trying to push us apart without getting her hands dirty. I don't know. I thought she was done with all this. Trying to make our lives hell. They only thing that comes to mind is that, if she is behind all this then, she has lost her mind. It's actually surprising how much music helps you think. I add another piece of music to the list and set them to repeat. It helps.
I want my life with Christian to be as peaceful as it can be. I don't want our little Blip to be put through what we have been through. There's too much pain and heartache.
My hands caress my stomach where Blip lays.
"You ok in there? Don't worry, I'll protect you, and so will your daddy." I smile to myself. I turn my back against the window and continue to lean against it. I take a glance at the clock on the dock. 2.35AM. It's always so early in the morning when my brain never shuts up. The only lights that fill the great room are the ceiling lights above the breakfast car and the night lights from a sleeping Seattle. I turn back to look out around the view. We are so high up.
How long is this going to drag on for? Why can't it all be done and over with?
I'm still too warm. I press my head against the window again. I let out a sigh. Why did I have to fall in love with the most complicated man on the planet? Who knows, but I wouldn't change anything, well there are a few things.
I walk away from the window and sit on the couch, hugging my knees. I can't go back to bed now. I'm too awake. My mind racing. I drop my head back and close my eyes. Listening to the music surrounding me.
What did my nightmare mean? Is it a warning? Or maybe my future? No! I can't think like that! I promised Christian. But you can't promise on anything that isn't in your control. Can you? I don't know.
I am torn from my deep thoughts by the sound of pounding bare feet along the floor.
Christian comes running into the room in a frantic panic.
"Ana?! Ana..." He starts to lower his voice once he sees me. "Ana." He breathes out, as he begins to walk over to me. Our eyes are locked as walks around the couch and he goes onto his knees, pressing his head against my legs.
"Christian?" I murmur. He looks up at me and smiles gently but it doesn't meet his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"You were gone. I had a nightmare and you were gone. I thought...I though..."
"I'm right here." I drop my legs around him and I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his.
"Oh, Ana." He pulls me into his lap and holds me close, kissing my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and my fingers twirl his hair around in loops.
"Why are you listening to music at this time?" he asks.
"You play the piano at this time in the morning. I just needed something to help me think and these songs helped." I explain.
"They're nice. But sad. Ana?" He pulls away from my neck and looks me deep in the eyes. "Did you have nightmare?"
"Yes." I whisper, turning my eyes to look out of the window.
"What about?"
"Blood. I was shot and you were crying. And Blip..." I can't say it. Even the thought is too painful. I look at Christian and he nods and kisses me, as if he is trying to take the pain away, like I do for him sometimes.
"How about we go back to bed?"
"Ok." I reply. He lifts me in his arms with my legs wrapped around his hips, and he takes me to bed where we will lay in each other's warm.
I am once again disturbed from my sleep. Shouting from the great room is the culprit. I glance at the clock. 1.12PM! Shit! How long have I been asleep for? I take a glance at the empty space beside me. I am about the question where Christian has gone but it's his voice I hear. What's going on?
I slip out of bed and pull on my robe that lies on the floor. I stand back up to then I realise that my wound is extremely sore today. I walk slowly out of the room to the voices that get louder and louder. All I can hear is Christian's voice at the moment. No others. Something or someone has made him go nuclear. I walk out and I am stopped in my tracks instantly. How the fuck did she get in here?!
"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon, Anastasia." I give her the most disgusted look I can muster. I walk up to Christian and take his hand. He squeezes it tightly.
"As I fucking told you! There is nothing you can do that will separate us!" he yells. "You must be fucking mental if you think I'm ever going back to you! You are nothing! Nothing but an empty vessel!"
"How dare you talk to me like that! I taught you everything you know! And what has this little whore done for you? Are you even sure that she is carrying your child?" That's it!
"Get out!" I shout, stepping close to her but Christian keeps his hold on my arm. "Fuck off, Elena. You are nothing but a paedophile! You took advantage of Christian when he was vulnerable! You taught him nothing! Now get the fuck out of our home or I will make you!" I release all the anger I have in me.
"Ha! You have no power here. You are nothing but a little gold digging whore." She steps closer, and I don't move an inch. I am standing my ground!
"I may not have any power but I don't take everything for granted and abuse everything I see in my sights! Now! Get! Out! Of! OUR HOME!" I am almost screaming the roof down. She doesn't move an inch but smirks at me. That's it! I'm going nuclear!
I launch myself at her. Grabbing her by the hair and twisting her arm behind her back and shoving her to the door. I can hear Christian trying to calm me down or pull me back or something but I have blocked him out.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" She yells. She pushes back against me, then kicking my ankle so I am forced to release her and fall to the ground. I push her forward so she is forced against the foyer door. I march back over to her and just as I am about to punch the life out of her I am stopped in my tracks by shear agonising pain in my stomach. It causes me to fall back to the ground, landing on my knees and using one hand to stop my falling flat on my face. The other covering my stomach. I can't help but scream out. It's sheer agony!
"Christian!" I scream out and in a nanosecond he is covering my body just before Elena took advantage of this opportunity. Sawyer and Ryan come rushing in and quickly grab Elena. I try to ignore the pain. I try to push it away but the tears are running down my face. Christian is trying to calm me but no words are coming out of his mouth. Actually, there are no sounds at all.
No! Not the darkness again! Before I collapse I feel Christian wrap his arms around me tightly. Then the darkness arrives. Blip?
A/N: Well I hope that is enough drama for you for the time being. Again! Sorry I missed posting yesterday! Forgive me? I hate Elena so much I want to rip her head off so I think I'll let Ana or Christian haha. Reviews much loved!