Hope Chapter 4: 18 July, a fifty shades trilogy fanfic

HI! I'm very sorry for the last update. My grandparents has a very big farm and I had helped in the garden and my other cousins was there too, so I didn't got any time to write. The dinner in this chapter was something I found on a webside called, BBC GOOD FOOD. There is some recipes for kids too, soooooooooo, try take a look at it. And the song in the chapter, is a song called: Jeg ved en lærkerede. It's Danish and it didn't excistet on English, so I translated it by myself. I now give you... CHAPTER 4!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

P.s. I didn't double checked this chapter, so there may be some grammar and spelling mistakes.

Christian's POV!

I was sitting in John Flynn's office, waiting for him to get us some beers. After what has happened the last 24 hours, I thought we both need something.

"Here you go," John said, giving me a beer. "Okay," He said as he took a very large sip of his beer. "What are we going to talk about?"

"I adopted a girl," I said without any emotions.

John choked on his beer and looked at me with wild eyes. And he should be the calm of us?!

"YOU DID WHAT!?" He yelled, jumping up from his seat.

"I adopted a girl," I repeated slowly.

He looked like he was in shock, but that is totally understandable. It was a shock for me too.

"Okay," He said, taking a deep breath, "Start from the beginning."

"I was sitting in the car while Taylor was driving us to my parents for dinner. A women came running against us and she pushed a little girl into the car and told us to drive away, fast. We drove to my parents and my mother looked at her. Then I, my mother and the girl, who's name is Hope, drove home to Hope's house and we found, her mother, Ana, hurted and laying on the floor. We called the police and we found out, that Ana has a troubled past with many abusive men and the only person who actually cared for her, which is her father Ray, has broken his leg and then I said yes, to take Hope." I finished my speak and looked at John.

"Okay. Let's start with... why did you say yes to take Hope?" He asked looking at me.

"Because she remind me of me," I answered truthfully.

He seemed surprised, that I answered so fast and truthfully. "Okay. We're is she now?" He asked with a frown.

"She is drawing with your secretary, right now," I said.

John rose from his seat and opened the door.

Hope was sitting on the desk, drawing with John's secretary, Mickey, talking to each other, "I really like you flower drawing," Mivkey said. Hope looked up and smiled to him, "Fank you. Yours pretty too."

John closed the door and got back to his seat, taking a big sip of his beer. "She sounds very sweet."
He said, smilling at me. "But what do you know about kids, Christian?"

I moved uncomfortable in the chair. "Not really anything, but how hard can they be?" I said with a laugh.

John frowned, "Christian, now I got two kids, and they can be really hard."

"But what am I then going to do?" I said as the panic and reality crept into me. I HAD ADOPTED A CHILD!? AND IT WAS A GIRL! Girls are much harder than boys.

"Well," John cleared his throat, "You need clothes, food, toys and a bed. That is basically the things, you need from the beginning. Take her shopping and figure out what she like's to do."

"She like to draws. I know that much." I sounded pathetic, I know.

"Okay," John said, "Why don't try, sit down and start drawing with her. I bet she will love it."

"Okay, I try that." I said and rose from my seat, "And you know," John said as he walkedme to the door, "You can call me anytime."

I nodded. "Thank you, John. Hope?" I called.

Hope looked up from her drawings, "Uh?"

"We are going home now," I said as she started to collect her and Mickey's drawings, "Mr. Christian? Can we pud them on the fridge? Just like home?" She asked, giving me the puppy eyes.

"Uhm... Sure," I said, not knowing what to answer.

She turned to Mickey and hugged him, or rather, hugged his legs, "Fank you for drawing with me." She said.

He smiled down at her and hugged her back. "I hope, I see you soon Hope." He said

"Christian?" I turned around as John called after me.

"Could you and Hope come back tomorrow? I would like to talk to both of you," He said.

I nodded, "Of course," I said.

I walked over to Hope and looked down at her. Did I mention that she was really small? Small and made of glass.

I shoke my head to clear it. "Hope, we are going home to my place at Escala. You are going to stay there with me and my housekeeper, Mrs. Jones."

She frowned her cute little head, "But, what 'bout Mr. Taylor?" I can see tears is starting to come in the corner of her eyes, and I think my heart melted.

"Of course Mr. Taylor is coming with us," I said, trying to make her calm. I'm not sure if it worked. "He is my bodyguard."

"Bodyguard?" She asked, looking at me with her big blue eyes.

"Yes. That means he is going to protect me," I said, handing her my handkerchief.

"Dhat means you two are bodyfriends!" She said with a stupid grin all over her face.

I couldn't help, but chuckle, "Yes, me and Mr. Taylor are bodyfriends."

I took her hand, "Say goodbye to John and then we are going home," I said.

She turned around and waved to John, who was standing in the doorway to his office.

He smiled to her and waved, "Goodbye Hope. I hope I will see you soon."

"Bye Mr. John!" She said.

We walked out to my car and we got Hope strapped into her child seat, Taylor had gotten for her, while I was talking to Flynn. Thank god Taylor had a daughter! I had no fucking idea, what I should do, without him.

She was playing Angry Birds on my phone, while murming about how sweet the birds was and how bad it was, that their eggs has been stolen. I looked at Taylor and he was smilling too. He had probably heard that "Bodyfriends" comment.

Hope was simply adorable.

"Mr. Grey, Gail would like to know what you want for dinner, so she could start making it now," Taylor said.

I turned around and looked at Hope. I knew some children could be very discerning. Elliot had been one of them "Hope, is there something special you want for dinner?"

She looked up at me with her, big, blue eyes, full with joy, "Can we get Chunky Fish Fingers?"

I couldn't help, but smile. Damn she was cute! "Of course," I said, looking at Taylor. He was smiling too. "I text that to Gail." I think he was amused, too.

"Mr. Grey?" A small voice came from the backseat.

I turned around again, "Yes, Hope?" I asked concerned.

She looked deadly nervous, "Is – Is my mommy going to be okay?" That poor girl only had her mother and she was afraid of losing her.

I reached down and took her hand in mine, "Of course she is going to be okay. Do you think me or Mrs. Grace would let anything bad happen to your mom? Or Mr. Taylor? We are bodyfriends, aren't we?" I smiled to her.

She looked down in her lap, "I guess, so," She murmed.

I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, "Hey, don't cry. Be a big girl for mommy."

"You think I'm a big girl?" She asked as a smile started to show on her face.

I nodded, "Yes, I think you are a very big girl. And do you know what big girls get?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

She shoke her head and looked at me with big curious eyes. I lowered my voice to a whisper, "Big girls get ice cream!"

She gasped, "Really?" She whispered.

I nodded again, "Really. So when we get back and had dinner, you'll get a big portion ice cream."

She bite her lip, "Can I get camael sauce and nuts on?"

I couldn't help, but chuckle, "Yes you can get caramel sauce and nuts on. Do you want a cherry on too?"

She nodded with a huge grin on her face.

"Mr. Grey. We are here," Taylor said as he turned of the car.

"Come on, Hope," I said.

We got out of the car and Hope took my hand as we walked over to my elevator. I looked down at her with a frown, "Hope, are you afraid of elevators? Do you have claustrophobia?"

She shoke her head, but moved closer to me. I sat down squatting infront of her, "Hope, you have to tell me what's wrong. I can't read your mind."

"Boom," Was the only responds from her.

"Boom?" I said. She nodded. Her whole face was covered in fear. "Wait- Are you afraid that the elevator will fall down?"

"Oh Hope," I said, as I stroke her cheek, "I won't let the elevator say boom. Come on. If you close your eyes, then It will go faster."

She nodded and followed me inside the elevator. As soon we was inside, she closed her eyes and hugged Lily.

Bing! The elevator said.

Hope run out of the elevator faster than I could run. "Hope wait!" I yelled, running after her. She stopped and hugged my legs, shaking. "Hey, calm down. We are out of the elevator now, and look! Nothing happened."

She opened one eye and looked around.

"Mr. Grey." I heard Gail say. She came out from the kithcen and walked over to Hope. "Hello. I'm Gail Jones, Mr. Grey's housekeeper. You must be Hope." Gail smiled to her.

Hope nodded, still hugging my legs.

"I made the Chunky Fish Fingers for you. I hope you like them," Gail said.

As on commando, Hope's stomach growled. She smiled her adorable, shy, smile.

"What do you want to drink dear? Cola? Juice?" Gail asked.

Hope shoke her head, "Mommy say that I can't drink Cola after six. Then I never fall asleep."

I looked at my watch, "It's only six thirty, so I think you can get a small cup."

Gail smiled, "So a little glass of Cola and, Mr. Grey, a glass of wine?" She looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"I'll take some Cola as well." I said. Drinking while you had a child in care, probably wasn't a good idea.

"Okay," Gail said and walked out to the kitchen.

"Taylor," I called. Taylor walked into the living room with us, "Could you take Hope's stuff, up to her room." He nodded and grabbed Hope's bag.

"Come on, Hope," I said, "Let's go out and see, if Gail's Chunky Fish Fingers are like you want them."

She nodded, still with her thumb in her mouth.

I walked into the kitchen with her and helped on the chair. It was to high for her. "Hope, you can't eat with your thumb in your mouth."

She slowly took it out, "Mr. Grey, can you cut my food for me?"

I frowned, "Don't you know how to cut your food?"

She shoke her, "I can, but's very hard." She stuck her thumb back in her mouth.

I grabbed her fork and knife and my own. "Why don't we eat with the fingers then?" I asked.

"Really!" She yelled with a goofy grin.

I chuckled, "Really." I walked over to the drawers and putted the forks and knifes back. "And let us get a chair for Lily too," I said and grabbed a chair.

Hope carefully placed Lily in her chair and then grabbed a fish finger.

It must have been a weird picture. A man and a little girl eating fish fingers, drinking cola and a doll sitting in a chair. I hate to admit it, but it was pretty fun.

Hope ate almost every single fish finger and then fall back into her chair with a loud, "Ugh!"

I grinned, "Ate too much?"

She giggled. She is so adorable! "I'm dead." She proclaimed.

I rose from my seat, "Then, can't you eat dessert?" I asked innocent.

She jumped up from her seat and run over to me, "I can eat dessert! Is it ice cream?" She was jumping up and down, you wouldn't believe me, if I told you that she just had ate fifteen fish fingers.

I chuckled, "If you sit down, then I get the dessert."

She nodded and run back to her seat. I went into the kitchen and looked at the dessert, I got Gail to make. Two bowls with strawberry, chocolate and vanilla ice cream. I wasn't sure, what ice cream she liked. With caramel sauce, whipped cream, cherry's, chocolate bars, rainbow sprinkles, nuts and sparkler. I took the bowls and went back to Hope. She gasped when she saw it. I sat down the bowls, "Do you like it?" I asked, a bit nervous.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed and started eating her ice cream.

(twenty minutes later, because this part is way to delicious.)

"Okay," I said, "Are you done?" I looked at Hope who was laying on the floor.

"Uh," She said, "Uppie!" She said, lifting her arms.

"Forget, girl. You have to walk by yourself. I'm not carring you."

"Pleasie..."

I sighed. I just couldn't resist that sweet little girl. "Okay," I said, taking her up in my arms, "Bed time, sleepy head."

I walked down to her room, which was right besides mine. Thank god I didn't had a submissive! The last one was a gold digger. No sex, only money.

I opened the door with my shoulder and layed her down on the bed. The room was white with a bathroom, a bed, a closet and a balcony. I took the dress of her and got her into her nighgown.I believe we could drop the toothbrus. She snuggled under the blanket and hugged Lily, "Mr. Grey?" She asked, almost in sleep. I sat down on the bed, "Yes Hope?" I asked. She yawned, "Will you sing me to sleep?"

I hesistated. Sing? She looked at me with her big blue eyes, "Pleasie?"

I sighed, "Okay. Move so I can lay there too." She moved a bit and I layed down. I started singing a song, I could remember, the crack whore had sung for me once:

I know a larknest

I won't say anymore;

It excist on a more

A place that no one sees.

In the nest, there are babies

And the babies have fluff;

They chirp, they have tongues

And nest is so snug.

And the two old larks,

They fly close around;

I think they feel,

I won't do anything.

I lurk behind a blacktorn

I'm standing very near

I stand on my toes

And keep my breath.

For the fox, he will bite

And the boy picking berries;

And nobody get's to know

Where the larknest is.

As I finished the song, Hope was asleep.

I got out of the bed and walked over to the balcony. I need to make sure, the door was locked. Thank god it was!

I let the door be opened a bit, so she could see the light in the hall way.

The first day went fine, Let's wait and see if tomorrow, will be just as good.