Me and Mr. Grey….part 23
Brenda woke up and ran her fingers through her hair.
She felt like she'd been run over by a truck.
She sat up, and realized she was no longer on the plane.
She jumped up and ran over to the window.
She was in a house.
From the looks of things, a very huge house.
She had no idea how long she'd been there.
"Brayden."
She walked over to the door and tried to open it.
It was locked.
"That son of a b*tch!"
She started banging and kicking on the door.
"Christian! Open this door!"
She continued banging. "Christian! Christian! I know you hear me!"
She heard fumbling.
She stepped back.
The door swung open.
It was Taylor.
"Taylor...I want to see Brayden."
Taylor shook his head. "He's not here."
"He's not here? Where is he?"
"With the authorities."
"The authorities? Is he...ok?"
"Yes, Mrs. Grey, he's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I am positive."
"I have to see him."
"You will...soon."
"Soon is not good enough. Now. Taylor, you don't understand I'll go crazy if I don't see him. My heart has been empty for two whole years. But now...I just have to see him."
"Mrs. Grey, Christian is working hard on that."
"Call me Brenda, Miss Barrett, hell anything you want! But please don't call me Mrs. Grey! I am divorcing Christian, as soon as I'm able. But tell me about Brayden. Did you...talk to him? Did he remember you? Do you think he'll remember me? Does he know how much I love him? How much I've missed him?"
"I didn't get a chance to speak with him. But he's fine...Mrs. Gr-...Miss Barrett."
"How do you know?"
"I know."
She looked into his eyes. She believed him.
Taylor continued. "Miss Barrett, I know it's hard, but please be patient."
"I don't know how to be patient. I just want to see him."
"I know."
Brenda looked over his shoulder and saw Christian standing there.
Taylor turned.
He didn't say a word, he just left, leaving Christian and Brenda alone.
Christian stood there staring at her.
He knew she wanted nothing to do with him.
She walked up to the door and slammed it.
Seconds later the door swung open.
"Get out, Christian!"
"I'm not going anywhere."
"If it's not about Brayden, I'm not interested."
"I've seen him."
Her heart skipped a beat. "You have?"
"Yes."
"They...let you see him?"
"Who?"
"Taylor...said the authorities had him."
He nodded. "Yes."
"Did you talk to him? Is he ok?"
"I didn't talk to him, he didn't see me. But he's fine."
"How does he look?"
He smiled. "Taller."
Her face lit up. "Really?"
He nodded.
"When can I see him? I've got to see him, Christian, or I will go crazy."
"Soon, Brenda."
"Now, Christian."
"Soon."
Tears ran down her cheeks. "But...I need to see him."
"You will...soon. Please, I need for you to be patient."
She wiped them away. "I don't know if I can."
"You can."
"I'll try. I just can't believe he is alive. All...of...this...time. He has been here...in Paris."
"I can't believe it either. When did you wake up?"
She ignored his question, and asked one of her own. "Did you drug me?"
"I gave you a sedative."
"That was more than a simple sedative. Did you put it in the water you brought me on the plane?"
He didn't respond.
She continued. "Of course you did. How did I get here?"
"I carried you."
"Through the airport?"
"No. A car was waiting...when we landed. Brenda, you were out of control. I had to give you something."
"You keep sedatives in your wallet?"
"No, but I figured I'd need them that day."
"I don't appreciate being drugged."
"I don't appreciate being threatened with a f*cking piece of glass."
"I don't appreciate having one of your psycho sex slaves kidnap my child! And if the authorities have Brayden, where is the woman who took him? In jail?"
"Missing."
Brenda's eyes widen. "What?"
Christian repeated himself. "She's missing."
"She disappeared?"
"Apparently."
"Are they looking for her? I mean...the b*tch stole my child!"
He nodded. "Yes, we are looking for her."
"Good, she should be locked up, for the rest of her miserable life." She exhaled. "How long before we get to take him home?"
"Soon."
She threw her hands up in the air. "Soon?! That's all you and Taylor keep saying! I need to see him, Christian. You don't understand."
"I understand, Brenda. He's my child too."
"Did you ever think that maybe these girls you were getting involved with had mental issues? While you were checking them for diseases, and putting them on birth control, you should have been getting them evaluated. How many more do we have to worry about?"
"No one will ever get close to either of you again."
She glared at him. "I know, because we are leaving you."
"Brenda, you are not going anywhere. And you are definitely not taking Brayden with you."
"He is not safe with you!"
"Brenda, you are not taking Brayden."
"Well, we'll see want we?"
"I don't have time for this sh*t. There are other things that are much more important. Like getting Brayden back."
"I agree. So, how long do we have to wait?"
"Soon, Brenda."
"Yeah, right...soon." She looked around. "Whose house is this?"
"A friend's."
"Is that friend around?"
"No, they are out of the country."
Brenda continued to question him. "If Brayden is alive, who did you bury?"
"We are still trying to figure that out."
"Is Miss...Jones-"
Christian walked over to the window. "Miss Jones is dead. I saw her body."
"You didn't see..."
"No, it was burned beyond recognition."
"No...one check the dental records?"
"Brayden was the only child with Miss Jones. Why would we think it was anyone else?"
"I guess...your ex girlfriend was relying on that."
"She wasn't my girlfriend."
"Well your submissive, or whatever you call it! We...in the real world call it girlfriend. You must have hit her a little too hard, and knocked something loose."
"Brenda, I don't feel like trading jabs." He turned. "Are you hungry?"
She frowned. "I don't want you giving me anything."
"You can prepare it yourself. You should eat. I have things I need to take care of, I'll be around."
He left, leaving her alone, closing the door behind him.
Brenda yelled. "Don't lock me in!"
Christian paused outside of the door.
Brenda started shaking.
She took several deep breaths, in an attempt at calming herself. She felt like she was coming undone. If she didn't see her child and soon, she was going to lose it.
She decided to take a shower and head downstairs to the kitchen...
The house was gorgeous, but she could have cared less.
She only cared about one thing, and that was seeing Brayden...
It was later on that night, and Brenda was trying desperately to get some sleep.
But she couldn't sleep.
How was she supposed to?
She couldn't stop thinking about Brayden. She thought about him all day. She wondered what he was doing? She wondered if he was ok? If he knew they were trying to get him back? If he knew how much they loved him?
She heard her bedroom door open.
She closed her eyes.
She felt the bed shift.
She knew it was Christian, she could smell him.
He didn't say anything.
He didn't touch her.
He only stayed for a couple of minutes.
After hearing the door close, she grabbed the pillow next to her, and hugged it.
Damn, she could still smell him.
He only stayed a couple of minutes.
It was like his smell was in the sheets.
It was even in the pillow she was hugging.
She had a dream the previous night, that they were in bed together.
Maybe, she wasn't dreaming? Maybe he did sleep with her? She wouldn't put it passed him.
It's not like he ever listened to her, or respected her wishes.
After a couple of hours of tossing and turning, Brenda got up and headed out of the room.
She approached the kitchen and heard voices.
She walked in and saw Christian and Taylor.
They stopped talking as soon as she walked in.
Taylor nodded and left.
Her eyes followed him, and then she turned to Christian. "I didn't interrupt anything did I? I can leave."
"It's fine."
"Were you discussing Brayden?"
"There is nothing else to discuss. He is my number one priority."
"Good, but I don't want to do anything that might slow up the process. I can leave."
"It's fine. Is there something you need?"
"I can't sleep. Emotionally, I'm exhausted. I'm also nervous. I'm scared. I'm aching. I'm mad. I'm happy. Do you have another sedative?"
"If you need it."
She nodded. "I do."
"Ok."
"Just bring it up when you can."
She left...
Christian walked into the room, and found Brenda looking out of the window.
She turned.
He walked up and handed her the sedative with a glass of water.
"Thanks."
She popped it in her mouth, and chased it down with water.
"Christian, did you sleep with me last night?"
"No, I haven't been to sleep."
"Were you lying in bed with me?"
"Yes."
She rolled her eyes. "At least you didn't lie."
"I told you, I make it a point not to, if asked directly."
Christian was waiting for her to start yelling, but it never happened.
She walked past him and got into bed.
"Christian?"
"Yeah?"
"You think Brayden is scared?"
"No."
"How can you be sure?"
"I just am."
*silence*
A single tear rolled down her cheek. "I never thought I'd see him again. I was actually looking forward to dying, just so I could see him." Brenda's eyes started giving heavy. "I can't...wait to see...him. I miss him so much."
"I know, Baby."
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Christian walked over and planted a kiss on her lips...
Part 2
It's the next day.
Brenda was trying to be patient, but she didn't know how long it was going to last.
She wanted and needed to see Brayden.
Christian was being extremely secretive, which didn't help
He was not sharing anything with her.
And Taylor was M.I.A.
Maybe he was off trying to get Brayden back?
Maybe he was tracking down Leila?
She didn't understand why she had not been taken to see the authorities.
She was Brayden's mother.
She decided to go and find Christian.
She needed to ask him all of these things, but he found her first.
He informed her that they were leaving.
She didn't ask any questions.
She never unpacked, so they left fairly quickly.
They are in a car, driven by a driver, who looked like he was in the mob.
"Christian, where is Taylor?"
"He's meeting us."
"Meeting us where? And when am I going to see Brayden? I'm his mother."
"I realize that. You'll see him soon."
"Soon! Soon! Soon! I don't ever want to hear that word again!" She turned in her seat. "And where are we going?"
"Brenda, please...be quiet."
"No! I have no idea what's going on. You told me Brayden was with the authorities. Well, I would like to see him!"
"Soon..."
"You are really testing my patience."
He shot her a look. "You've never had any."
She pointed to her chest. "You don't think I've had any?"
"That's what I said."
Brenda rolled her eyes and glared out of the window.
She just wanted to see Brayden.
Who knows, maybe he was taking her to see him?
She decided to just be quiet, and see where they ended up...
That sedative must have still been in her system, because she ended up falling asleep.
She felt the car stop.
She opened her eyes.
They were at the airport.
"Christian, what are we doing at the airport?! I know we are not leaving?!"
"Yes, we are."
"We are not leaving Brayden! Are you crazy?!"
The driver opened the door.
Brenda closed it back.
"I am not going anywhere!"
She watched as their things were loaded onto Christian's private jet.
"Brenda, get out of the car."
"No! I am not leaving Brayden! What kind of father are you?!"
Christian got out of the car, and walked around to Brenda's side.
She locked the door.
Christian tried to open her door, but found it locked.
"Damn it, Brenda! We don't have time for this sh*t!"
He nodded at the driver.
The driver opened the driver's side door, unlocked the doors, and rolled down all the windows.
Christian snatched open the door.
"Brenda, get out of the f*cking car!"
"No!"
"Brenda, get your a** out of that car!"
"Nooooooo!"
"I should leave your a**!"
"Do it! I don't care! I'm not leaving without Brayden!"
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out.
She tried to pull away. "Get your hands off me!"
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
The driver handed him her purse.
"Christian, put me down!"
He ignored her.
"Christian! What is wrong with you?! Please, don't do this! Please! I can't leave without Brayden! I won't survive! Please!"
Tears ran down her face.
Christian continued up the stairs...boarding the plane...
He placed her on her feet.
She pleaded. "Christian, I want to get off. I can't leave without Brayden."
"Brenda, go sit down."
Brenda felt the anger rising again. "You are not taking me any-"
He grabbed her, turned her around, and clamped his hand over her mouth.
He whispered in her ear. "Shut up, you are going to scare Brayden."
She relaxed and he released her.
She turned. "What?"
"Brayden is on this plane."
"Wha-at?"
He repeated himself. "Brayden is on this plane."
"Really, Christian?"
"Yes, do you honestly think I'd leave him?"
She started shaking. "Where is he?"
"Taylor has him hidden, until we take off."
"I want to see him. I've got to...see...him."
"Soon."
"Soon, Christian-"
He interrupted. "Brenda, let's just sit down. Once we are in the air, you can see him."
"Why is he hiding?"
"I'll explain later. Come on, let's take our seats."
"Is he...ok? Don't lie to me, Christian."
"He's fine."
"You promise?"
"Yes, Baby, let's take our seats."
All of a sudden she felt light headed and struggled to stand.
Christian scooped her up. "Come on, Brenda. Stay with me, Baby." He kissed her softly. "Don't you want to see Brayden?"
She nodded.
"You have to stay awake."
He walked over to the seats, and sat her down in one.
He snapped her seat belt in place, and
sat down beside her.
He questioned her. "Are you ok?"
She nodded.
Christian picked up the phone. "We're ready."
He placed the phone back on the receiver.
Brenda looked around. "Where is he, Christian?"
"Be Patient, please let's just get in the air."
She was so confused. "I don't understand, why are you acting like we are kidnapping him? He is ours."
The plane started moving.
"What if he doesn't remember us? It's been two years." Brenda continued to look around. "Where is he? I have to see him."
Christian grabbed her hand. "Just a little while longer."
She couldn't wait any longer, she took off her seat belt, jumped up, and sprinted towards the bedroom.
Christian tried to stop her, but she was too quick.
He jumped up and ran after her.
She opened the bedroom door.
It was empty.
She turned and looked at Christian. "Damn it Christian, is he really on this plane?"
Christian didn't have a chance to answer, because at that moment, they heard movement inside of the bathroom.
Brenda threw her hand over her mouth. "My Baby."
Christian stopped worrying about being in the air.
His son was on the other side of that door.
Brenda looked back at him.
He nodded.
She walked over to the door, and placed her hand on the knob.
She opened it.
Taylor looked up at her.
He was sitting on top of the toilet seat.
She walked into the bathroom.
Taylor smiled. "Ok, Brayden. You can come out. We're done playing."
Brenda's heart was racing.
She looked all around, not sure in which direction he'd come from.
She looked at Taylor.
He looked over at the closet.
Her eyes followed his.
And then she saw him, Brayden...peeking around the door.
Brenda's eyes widen. "Oh...my...God. Oh...my...God in heaven."
Brayden's eyes fell on her. At first he didn't say anything. It was as if he'd seen a ghost, but then he smiled. "Mommie..."
She rushed over to him, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her arms around him. Kissing him all over his face.
Christian joined them.
Taylor wiped his eyes and left, leaving them alone...
"Christian, he has gotten so big."
"Yes, he has."
Brayden had fallen asleep.
Brenda leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"He looks even more like you. I didn't that was possible."
"My little mini me."
"I don't think I'm ever going to let him out of my sight again. Why was he hiding?"
"Let's go outside and talk."
"I'm not leaving him, Christian."
"Brenda, we are on a plane. He'll be fine."
"I'm not leaving him."
Christian nodded. "Ok, let's talk in the bathroom."
"Ok."
Christian walked into the bathroom. He turned but didn't see Brenda.
He looked out into the bedroom, and saw her locking the bedroom door.
Seconds later she joined him.
Christian was just about to shut the door, when Brenda stopped him. "Leave it open."
"Brenda, we are on an airplane. He is safe, Baby."
"Please, leave it open."
He nodded. "Ok."
"Now, tell me why he was hiding?"
"Brenda, Brayden was not with the authorities."
"Where was he?"
"He was attending a boarding school. When Mia saw him, Leila was visiting him."
"So, he was not...living with her?"
"No. He has never really lived with her."
"Why did she take him?"
"I guess she was angry with me. And she wanted to hurt me. So, she killed Miss Jones, and took Brayden. I don't know how she did it. I don't want to believe she acted alone, but all the evidence says she did."
"Is she that smart?"
"Yes."
"And you have no idea where she is?"
"She won't be bothering us again."
"How can you be so sure?"
"She won't."
"Why didn't we go to the authorities?"
"Did you really want to wait to see Brayden? Because I didn't. I couldn't. We will talk to the authorities when we get home. And after that, let our lawyers deal with everything."
"So, Taylor took him?"
Christian nodded. "Yes."
Brenda ran her hands down her face. "I just can't believe this is happening. A week ago, I thought Brayden was dead. I was visiting his grave, well...somebody's grave. And then you tell me he's not dead, and that one of your submissives kidnapped him. And then you had Taylor to kidnap him back. I-just don't know."
She headed back into the bedroom.
Christian followed her. "Maybe, you should take a nap?"
"I can't go to sleep. I'm afraid to go to sleep. What if he's gone when I wake up? What if this is all a dream? I don't want to go sleep."
He moved in front of her and looked into her eyes. "It's not a dream. He's not going anywhere. Lie down get some rest."
He leaned in and made an attempt at kissing her.
She stepped back. "Don't do that, Christian. Please...don't do that."
"Get some rest."
He left...
Christian sat down in his seat.
Taylor was sitting in the seat in front of him.
Christian looked over at him. "Will they ever find her?"
"No."
Christian nodded. "Good..."
Part 3
They didn't tell anyone for a couple of days. They were still trying to come to terms with everything themselves.
The only person who knew was Mia, and she promised not to say anything before Christian had the chance.
Mia came over as soon as they landed, and Brenda couldn't thank her enough.
If it were not for her, Brayden would have been lost to them forever.
After a couple of days, Christian decided it was time to share the news with his family.
He asked them to come over.
At first there was disbelief and then came the tears.
Brenda was worried that Brayden would get freaked out, but he seemed fine...
Brenda would never tell Julia over the phone, so they ended up going to California.
Julia and the kids were not there when they arrived.
Brenda called her as soon as they got there, to let her know she was in town.
Brenda used her key to get into Julia's house.
Brenda looked over at Christian, then at Brayden, who was playing with Tango. "I don't know how to tell her."
"Like everyone else. We just tell her what happened, and then bring him out. There is no easy way to break this to anybody."
"Yeah." Brenda walked over to Brayden. "Brayden, do you know where you are?"
"Aunt Julia's house."
She smiled. "You remember?"
"I remember. Where is Aunt Julia? And Conner and Sarah...And Uncle Jake?"
"You remember all of them?"
Christian joined them. "Brenda, he spent the majority of his life in this house."
"Yeah...you're right. Just can't believe he remembered."
Tango ran over to the door and started scratching on it.
Brayden followed him. "Tango has to go!"
Brenda stood up. "Well, when you gotta go...you gotta go."
Brayden opened the door and followed Tango out.
Christian and Brenda went out with them...
Julia turned into her driveway.
Sarah and Conner were arguing.
"Will you two please be quiet?"
Sarah turned and looked at Conner who was sitting in the backseat. She stuck out her tongue. "Creep."
Conner looked past her. "Brayden!"
Sarah frowned. "Shut up!"
Julia was not amused either. "Conner-"
Conner started jumping up and down. "It is Brayden! It is Brayden! Brayden!"
Sarah turned around and looked. She started screaming. "Mom! Mom! Look! Mom! Oh my God! Mom! Mom!"
The kids were going crazy.
Julia turned her attention to the front of her house.
She saw Brenda, Christian, Tango, and...Brayden?
She slammed on the brakes and threw the car in park.
The children open their doors and sprinted across the lawn.
Julia sat there. She couldn't move. She started feeling dizzy and then her world went black.
She slumped down in her seat.
Brenda grabbed Christian's hand.
"Julia! She's fainted!"
They both rushed over to the car...
Julia was fine, she was just in shock.
She cried a lot, and hugged Brayden a lot.
They all did.
It was a very emotional day...
It's later, and the kids have all fallen asleep.
They are in the game room.
Jake rushed back home, as soon as Julia called.
He and Christian were in the kitchen having a much needed drink.
Brenda and Julia were in the game room sitting at the bar.
Their eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Julia caressed her cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Julia, I found out on that plane to Paris. After that, I just wanted to get him back. That was all I could think about."
Julia looked over at Brayden, tears forming in her eyes again. "I'm so happy. There hasn't been a day that has went by that I haven't thought of him."
"I know. I never thought I'd see my baby again. And now he's here." Tears ran down her face.
Julia reached over and wiped her tears away.
Brenda did the same for her. "You helped me a lot. I wanted to die, after Brayden-" She paused. "I just love you so much. Thank you."
Julia smiled. "I love you too. Our Baby is home. Thank you God.."
They embrace...
Part 4
They spent a couple of days at Julia's before returning home.
For weeks Brayden slept with Brenda.
She refused to let him out of her sight.
She had to attend therapy regularly.
As the weeks continued to pass Brenda started to feel comfortable with Brayden sleeping by himself.
She had not gotten to the point where he could visit anyone, without her being present. Not even Julia.
Christian and Taylor were the only people she felt comfortable leaving him with.
There was no relationship with Christian, outside of being Brayden's parents.
This didn't bother Christian in the beginning, because they were concentrating on getting Brayden adjusted.
As time passed he started to miss her, but she just didn't seem interested in him anymore.
One night after tucking Brayden in, Brenda walked into the kitchen, and found Christian sitting at the counter.
She grabbed a glass and filled it with water.
She took a sip and sat it down. "Christian, I think we should talk...about our situation."
"Talk."
"I know you don't want to keep living like this."
"If you are ok with it, I'm ok with it."
"You're ok with us not being intimate?"
"No."
"I didn't think so. Since, I don't want to take Brayden from you-"
Christian interrupted. "You couldn't even if you wanted to."
Brenda continued. "I just think we should legally separate. So, that you can do whatever you need to."
"I don't want to f*ck anybody but you."
"Too much has happened, Christian."
Christian sighed. "Here we go."
"It has Christian. Your...ex girlfriend took my baby. And she is still out there."
"She will never do anything to hurt us again. Never."
"How can you be sure?"
"I'm sure. Stop asking questions. Just trust me."
"Ok, Christian. Back to what I was proposing. I would still live here, with you and Brayden, we just wouldn't be tied to one another."
"Brenda, if another man ever touches you again, they will not live to see the next day."
"Christian, this is not about me. It's about you."
"Am I complaining?"
"No...not yet."
Christian stood up.
He grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass.
"Christian?"
"What?"
"Where are you going?"
"Away from your a**."
"I didn't mean to upset you."
He shot her look. "Yes, you did. You meant it."
He walked out of the kitchen.
She followed him.
"Brenda, I don't feel like talking."
He headed up the stairs.
She followed him. "We need to talk."
Christian ignored her.
He walked down the hall and went into his bedroom.
She followed him inside.
Christian went into the bathroom.
He popped open the bottle, and filled his glass.
He sat the bottle down on the counter.
He pulled the glass to his lips, and downed the whole thing.
"Christian, don't ignore me."
"Brenda, I don't feel like talking to you."
"We just can't pretend like everything is fine."
"Everything would be fine, if you would just stop trying to use any f*cking excuse you can find, to run away! Ever since I met you, I have made it no secret that I want you. You and only you. But you keep running away. I'm getting tired if this sh*t!"
"Christian, for two years I thought Brayden was dead. This is because your ex girlfriend decided to kidnap him."
He slammed the glass down on the counter. "He is my f*cking child too! And it's not my fault! Sh*t! Do you have control over what your ex's do?! Or people you use to know? I'll answer for you. Hell no! I knew you would be mad in the beginning, I don't blame you. It hit me hard too! And I'm still dealing with it! You are not still upset with me, your a** is just looking for a reason to leave. As f*cking usual!"
"I don't want to leave. I want you to see Brayden. Be a father to Brayden."
"So, are you proposing you live in this house with me, while I see other women?"
"If that's what you want."
"It is not what I want! Damn it, Brenda! But f*ck it! I'm done trying to get you to be with me! You remind me of my f*cking mother! I wanted her to care, and want me too!" He ran his fingers through his hair. "All I want is you! I would cut off my fucking arm for you, but you are just like her...using those f*cking words, but you wouldn't sp*t on my a** if I was on fire!"
"Christian-"
"Get the f*ck out!"
She just stood there in shock. She couldn't believe he compared her to his mother. "Christian...you don't mean that."
"Yes, hell I do."
"I'm nothing like your mother."
"The only difference, I'm not a helpless little boy. Get the fuck out, or I promise you will f*cking regret it!"
She was hurt but she was not going to let him muscle her. "Christian, if you touch me, I'll-"
He reached up and grabbed her by the face.
She tried to pull away. "Take...your...hands off me, Christian!"
She saw the rage in his eyes.
"Christian!" She lifted her hand and struck him, as hard as she could across his face. "Take your hands off me!"
"I should hit your a** back!"
He pushed her away. "Get out. If it were not for Brayden, I would pack all of your sh*t tonight, and throw your a** out!"
Brenda just stood there, trying her best not to cry.
Christian walked over and poured another drink.
He sipped it. "Have you forgotten the way out?"
"No."
She turned and left...
Brenda is in Brayden's room.
She stopped by after leaving Christian's.
She looked down at him.
He was so beautiful and she loved him so much.
Tango walked up to her.
She reached down and petted him.
Why did she decide to talk to Christian?
Everything was going fine.
He was right, she was always looking for a reason to run away. And on top of that, he told her she was just like his mother.
Christian hated his mother.
That hurt her more than he knew.
Tears started to slide down her face.
She wiped them way.
She didn't want to wake Brayden, so she left.
She headed down the hall to her room.
She opened the door.
Christian was sitting on her bed.
She didn't say anything, she just walked in and closed the door.
"Brenda, I don't want to argue with you. Not anymore. I'll have my lawyers draw up the papers. You don't want me, and I don't want you."
He got up and walked past her.
She heard the door open then close...
It's the next morning.
Brenda hardly slept at all.
She should have just left well enough alone.
Now, everything was a mess.
At that moment she heard a knock at the door.
She sat up.
She was hoping it was Christian.
She wanted to apologize. "Come in!"
The door opened.
She smiled and got out of bed.
It wasn't Christian, it was Brayden. "Good morning, Sweetheart."
Brayden smiled. "I brought you breakfast."
"I see."
"It's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."
He walked up to her, with Tango following.
She leaned down and kissed him. "Thanks."
He handed her the plate.
She picked up the sandwich and bit into it.
All of a sudden, she started feeling nauseous.
She sat the plate down on the bed, and sprinted into the bathroom.
She pushed the toilet seat up, and emptied her stomach.
Brayden stood there...terrified. "Mommie, are you ok?"
"Yes...I'm...fine."
Brenda flushed the toilet. "Brayden, did you put mayo on that sandwich?"
"You didn't like it?"
"No, I loved it."
"Well, I'm going to make you another one. The other one fell on the floor, and Tango ate it."
"No no no! I don't want another one."
She saw the disappointment on Brayden's face. "You don't?"
She sighed. "Ok, maybe one more."
His face lit up. "Ok, I'll be right back!"
He ran off.
She yelled. "No mayo!"
Brenda shook her head and laughed.
She still felt sick.
She only had one bite.
She should not be still feeling sick from one bite.
Maybe just knowing she ate a peanut butter, jelly, and mayo sandwich was making her sick.
She reached down to pick up the empty plate, but ended up back in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet...
Brenda flushed the toilet and brushed her teeth.
She walked back out into the bedroom.
She stopped just short of reaching the bed.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "No, this cannot be happening."
She grabbed her phone and pulled up the calendar. "Sh*t!"
She showered and dressed.
Taylor and Christian were downstairs eating breakfast when she arrived.
Brayden pointed to her sandwich. "There is your breakfast."
"Thanks Sweetheart, I'll eat it later."
She noticed that Christian was wearing a suit. "Are you going into the office today?"
She received a cold reply.
"Yes."
"Oh...ok."
He was still upset with her, and she didn't blame him, but she had to go. "Brayden, would you like to come with me?"
"Where?"
"To the store."
"Ok."
Brenda grabbed his hand, said her goodbyes, and left...
When they returned Christian was gone.
Brenda left Brayden with Taylor, and went up to her room.
She locked the door, and headed into the bathroom.
She pulled the box out of the brown paper bag, and ripped it open. "Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!"
She pulled down her pants and sat down on the toilet...
*Five minutes later*
She picked up the white stick and closed her eyes. "Please God."
She opened them.
Two lines.
She was pregnant...
The next few weeks were like a blur.
She went to the doctor, and it was confirmed. She was pregnant.
She didn't tell anyone, and she had no idea what she was going to do.
She was two and a half months pregnant, and she didn't have long before she would start showing.
And her morning sickness was the worst.
She just tried to hide it, as best she could.
After weeks of ignoring her, Christian had finally started talking to her again.
He had also moved on with his life.
He was going out a couple of nights a week.
There were times when he wouldn't even come home.
One day Diana called and asked her to come over.
She could see the stress on Diana's face, as soon as she opened the door.
"What's wrong?"
"Just come in."
Brenda followed her into the house.
Diana picked Brayden up, and kissed him all over his face.
She did it every time she saw him.
Diana put on a movie for the kids, and her and Brenda sat down to talk.
Brenda turned to her. "What is wrong?"
"Brenda, I have something to tell you."
"What? Just spit it out."
"I don't know how to tell you."
"Just tell me."
Diana took a deep breath and blew it out. "I think...Christian is having an affair."
Her heart dropped. "You saw him with someone?"
Diana shook her head. "Yes."
"He's not having an affair. We are getting a divorce."
Diana's eyes widen. "A what?"
"A divorce. It's no big deal, It just didn't work out."
"But...aren't you two still living together?"
"Yes, for Brayden."
"I thought you two loved each other."
"I love Christian."
"Well, why are you getting a divorced?"
"Look, it's not his fault. I asked him for a divorce, and he just threw in the towel. He was tired."
Diana threw her hand over her mouth. "Oooh, Brenda. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I haven't told anyone."
Diana pushed her. "I'm not anyone."
"I know. Just please keep it to yourself. Well, you can tell your other half."
"I will, because he is worried about you."
"I'll be ok."
"You don't look ok."
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
Brenda closed her eyes for a brief moment, then opened them. "I'm fine."
"You still love him, why are you getting a divorce?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm trying to leave him, before he leaves me." Brenda smiled. "I picked that up in therapy."
"Because Sonny and Jax left you?"
"I guess it affected me more than I care to admit. It's the reason I'm always trying to run away. I love Christian more than I've loved any man. That scares me."
"Why haven't you talked to him?"
"He doesn't want me anymore, and I don't blame him."
"How do you know?"
"He told me. And he is trying to move on with his life. I'm going to let him. I owe him that much. It is over. Let's talk about something else. Please."
Diana leaned back. "Ok, but if you ever want to talk, just say the word."
Brenda winked. "I will."
Diana reached over and touched her face. "What are you using on your skin?"
Brenda lied. "Oil of Olay."
Diana frowned. "Really?"
She nodded.
Diana did not believe that. "The drugstore brand?"
Brenda laughed. "Yes!"
She reached up and touched Brenda's face again. "When that movie goes off, we are going to the drugstore."
Brenda grinned...
Part 5
*Later that night*
Brenda was having the worse case of heartburn.
She took some Tums, but she needed some water...and bad.
She went downstairs to the kitchen, and found Christian sitting in his favorite seat at the counter.
He'd left earlier, right after Brayden went to sleep.
She didn't expect to see him back so soon.
"Hey."
He raised his wine glass. "Morning. Sit down have a drink with me."
She shook her head. "No, thanks."
"You don't like wine anymore? Or is it you don't like me anymore?"
"Neither, I Just don't want any."
"You look different."
She touched her hair. "Um...I haven't been sleeping a lot."
"I apologize. I wasn't trying to imply that you looked bad. You're perfect, you just look different."
"No one's perfect."
"I beg to differ."
"Christian, are you drunk?"
"No, well maybe a little."
"That explains a lot. You haven't really talked to me like this...since...well in weeks."
"I've talked to you."
"Not like this."
"I was angry with you, for insisting on a divorce."
"I have always wanted to apologize for that. I'm sorry. Everything was fine, and I ruined it."
He shrugged. "I lived."
"Are you dating?"
He filled his glass. "I don't date."
"Ok, Christian, if you say so. Well, goodnight."
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yes, because I don't want this...whatever this is to turn ugly. And it always turns ugly with us."
"And it's always your fault. And it doesn't always turn ugly. We've had some good times."
She nodded. "We have. Um...Well, I'm going to bed. I'm tired."
"What's wrong with you?"
She started getting nervous. "Nothing. Why do you ask?"
"You look terrified."
She cleared her throat. "I'm...fine."
"Are you afraid of me?"
She frowned. "No, Christian. Good night."
She left before he had a chance to respond...
Brenda was in bed for about thirty minutes, when she heard a knock.
She got out of bed and opened the door.
It was Christian.
"Why did you rush off?"
"I didn't rush off. I'm tired."
He looked her over. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, and you should go to bed. You're drunk. I don't think I have ever seen you drunk. You don't swear when you're drunk."
He flashed a smile, that made her knees weak. "You like me when I'm drunk?"
"Christian, I love you...either way."
"Lies."
"It's not a lie, Christian. And while I have your attention, I don't blame you for what happened with Brayden. I did in the beginning, but I don't now. You were right. I was just looking for a way out."
"All I wanted was for you to want me too."
"I did."
"No, you didn't."
"I...did."
Christian didn't respond.
He just looked at her.
Brenda looked away. "If that's it, I'll say it for the third time, good night."
She was just about to close the door, when Christian walked in, pushing her back into the room.
He kicked the door closed.
Brenda sighed. "Christian, what do you think you are doing?"
He started releasing the buttons on his shirt. "Taking off my clothes."
"Christian, you're drunk. You don't really want me."
"Lies."
"Well, if it's a lie you told it. And why would you want to have sex with a person you barely talk to?"
He tossed his shirt. "Brenda, do you ever shut up?"
"I just don't want you to do anything that you are going to regret. You said I reminded you of your mother...and you were done with me."
"Lies."
She shook her head. "Yes, you are definitely drunk."
He smiled. "Drunk and horny."
"Where are the women you spend your time with? Why can't they help you with your hard on?"
"What women?"
She repeated herself. "The women you spend your time with."
"Brenda, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Ok, whatever Christian. We'll play that game."
He walked up to her and kissed her. "Just please shut up."
She pulled away. "Don't tell me to shut up."
"And if I remember correctly, Miss Barrett, you are the one that's always running away. I just got tired of hanging on."
"So, this is you letting go?"
He kissed her again. "Yes."
She looked into his gray eyes. "You're going to regret this in the morning."
He smiled. "Lies."
He slid his hand up into her hair, causing her ponytail holder to fall to the floor.
Her hair fell down her back, and blanketed his hands.
He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, then sucked on her top lip.
He ran his tongue across her lips. "Kiss me."
It had been a long time since they were this close.
He kissed her hard. So hard that she gasped and parted her lips.
He slipped his tongue inside, wrapping it around hers.
He reached down and ripped open her pajama top.
To his delight, she was not wearing a bra.
He broke the kiss, and trailed kisses down to her neck.
She closed her eyes, allowing his lips to take her on his journey.
His hands found her breasts.
He lifted his head, and looked down at them.
"Your breasts have gotten bigger."
He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth.
Brenda grunted. "Not so hard, their sore."
He started gently sucking on them, while sweeping his tongue around each one.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.
She didn't know how she got there, but she ended up on the bed, with Christian sprawled on top of her still kissing and sucking on her breasts.
One of his hands moved down to her abdomen.
She stiffened.
"Brenda, Baby, relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
She wasn't worried about him hurting her. She had almost forgotten she was pregnant, but his hand on her stomach served as a much needed reminder.
"Christian-."
"Shh..."
"I have to tell you something."
"Tell me tomorrow."
He grabbed a hold of her pants, and pulled them down her legs.
He left her breasts and started to lick and suck all over her stomach, moving down to the very heart of her.
Brenda felt his warm lips on her. "Oh, my...Christian..."
Christian moaned. "Mmmm...You are so wet. Baby, I've got to get in you."
He licked and sucked on her, while sliding off his pants.
After undressing, he pushed her legs back, until her a** was off the bed, and her body was open to him.
He pushed two fingers deep inside her.
"Christian..."
As quickly as they entered her, he pulled them out.
He licked his fingers, then leaned down and kissed her hard.
She could taste herself on his tongue.
He sat up, reached down, and placed himself at her opening.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Open your eyes, Brenda. I want you to look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes, and how they change when I enter you."
She obeyed.
With their eyes locked on each other, he pushed himself deep into her body.
She let out a small cry.
He reached down and started stroking her button. "Damn, Baby, you are so warm and wet."
His thrusts started to get deeper.
Her cries louder.
"Ooooh Christian...Ooooh...Ooooh...Don't Stop...Don't stop...You feel so good...Right there...Right there..."
She grabbed a pillow and yelled into it.
He slowed his movements, allowing her to come down off her high.
He tossed the pillow, leaned down and kissed her softly, while at the same time pulling out of her.
He moved next to her.
He coaxed her to move on her side, with her back to his chest.
She arched her body...giving him access.
He reached down and found her opening.
He guided himself in.
She reached back and ran her fingers through his hair.
Christian kissed her shoulder, and then latched onto her neck, while pumping himself in and out of her.
She released his hair and grabbed a handful of the sheet.
He whispered in her ear. "Cum again for me Baby."
He started going deeper...getting wilder.
He was going to cum. "Cum Baby, I don't think I can hold it. It's been so long...Ooooh f*ck!"
She pushed back against him, and contracted her muscles.
"Ooooh, sh*t Brenda! Damn!"
Brenda felt that familiar feeling. "I'm cumming! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Christian grabbed a hand full of her hair, and slammed into her. "Aaaaaah sh*t!"
Christian sucked on her neck, as he coated her walls with his love...
They were both out of breath. Neither having the strength to move. Their bodies...still joined.
Christian kissed her shoulder, sucked on her ear lobe, ran his tongue across her neck.
She felt his body stiffening again.
He started to move his hips, burying himself deep within her...one more time...
It's the next morning.
"Mommie?"
Brenda shifted. "Hmmm?"
"Mommie?"
She opened her eyes and jumped.
"Brayden!"
Brayden was standing on the side of the bed, looking down at her and Christian. "Are you and Christian having a sleep over?"
She pulled the covers up to her neck. "Ummm...yes, kind of. Where is Taylor?"
"He's downstairs."
"Ok, go downstairs. I'll be down in a minute."
Christian open his eyes and stretched.
Brayden smiled. "Good morning, Christian."
Christian returned his smile. "Morning Sport."
"Why couldn't I come to your sleep over?"
Christian grinned. "It wasn't fun."
Brenda cleared her throat. "Ok, Baby, go back downstairs. I'm coming."
"Ok."
Brayden left closing the door behind him.
Brenda sat up. "Oh my God."
"Brenda, he didn't see anything."
"I hope not!"
Christian smiled. "You have cum all over your a**. Must have run out some time this morning."
"Christian, you are disgusting."
He shrugged and sat up. He reached under the covers and grabbed one of her breasts. "You're breasts are definitely getting bigger. Did you get an implant?"
"Really, Christian?"
"F*ck, I wouldn't know. I haven't seen you naked in over two months."
Brenda sighed and swallowed hard.
She had to tell him and now.
"Christian, we need to talk."
Christian jumped out of the bed. "Hell no. I don't feel like having one of your talks. That's my cue to get the f*ck out."
He threw on his underwear and his pants.
"But Christian, it is important."
He threw his hand up. "Brenda, I'm not interested."
"Christian...please sit down."
"Hell no. I don't like your talks. And if it is about what happened in the wee hours of the morning, don't waste your breath. It was just sex. It didn't mean anything. My d*ck would have reacted the same regardless of the p*ssy it was in."
"You son of a b*tch!"
Brenda reached over and grabbed the first thing she saw and threw it at him.
Christian didn't move fast enough and it struck him above the eye. He stumbled and fell.
"Damn it Brenda!"
Brenda jumped out of bed. "Oh my God! Christian?!"
"Don't you fucking touch me!"
He could feel the blood running down his face.
"I'm so sorry! I am so sorry! Are you ok?!"
Christian went into the bathroom.
Brenda followed him.
She threw her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God!"
He grabbed a towel and pressed it against his eye.
He walked past her and out the door.
She threw on her pajama pants and ripped shirt and ran after him.
"Brenda, don't follow me!"
"Christian, are you ok?!"
He went into his bedroom and slammed the door.
She knocked. "Christian, please let me in."
*Nothing*
She sat down outside of the door.
About thirty minutes later it opened.
She stood up. "I'm sorry."
"Move out of my way, before I have your a** arrested for domestic violence."
She moved to the side and watched him walk down the stairs...
Brenda was sitting in the family room.
Christian was sitting on the opposite side.
He refused to look at her.
He refused to talk to her.
He ended up going to the emergency room, where he had to get five stitches.
Brayden was sitting next to him.
"Would you like some ice cream? It will make you feel better."
"Yeah, sure Brayden. Thanks."
Brayden jumped up and sprinted to the kitchen.
Brenda apologized again. "I'm sorry."
He looked over at her. "I have taken the liberty of sending our divorce papers to your lawyer. Please sign them."
He got up and left...