When I turned around, I see the most gorgeous man ever...just standing in my kitchen.

I don't know how long we stood there for, it wasn't that long until I dropped my phone in my jacket pocket and quickly walked up to him to wrap my arms around him but he stopped me when I was half way to him.

"Ana, wait - please." He didn't move, he put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side.

"Christian, what is all this?" I could not help the fit of giggles that left my mouth. Between the giggles and the tears I probably looked like such a mess.

"This is me - starting over, and giving you what you should have had before. This is how I should have wooed you."

"You're wooing me?" I couldn't help but to giggle some more and look around at my apartment, when I finally looked back at him he looked as if he was holding himself back. Like he wanted to touch me, but was holding back so I start to take small steps towards him.

"Yes. You wanted to start over and this is how I'm doing it. I am showing you what we had, all the love that we shared during the time we were together." He waves his hand around the room and I notice more and more pictures on the floor. "I needed to let you know that if we do this, if we start over and you leave me again - then that's it. I'm done. I cannot go through us falling back in to each other just to go through almost dying again from losing you. I don't have the strength to lose you again..."

"Christian…?" He started to get off of what he was originally talking about, wooing me? Me?

"Sorry, like I said," he shook his head to rid the thought of anything negative. "Ana, yes, wooing you… Uh, you're the only girl I have ever had to work hard for – even in the beginning I had to chase you." Holy hell is he nervous? He looks so nervous. "I want to continue to work for your love Anastasia, every day of my life but today let's just start with a date. Would you, Anastasia Steele, like to grace me with your beautiful presence for a date outside?"

I couldn't help but cover my mouth with my hands to hide the fit of giggles and he blushed even harder. That's my cue to make my move. I go quickly to wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his neck, placing small kisses right at the curve of his skin. He obviously didn't expect it because it took him a few moments to wrap his arms around me and hold me tighter against him. He picked me up and set me on the counter top, making sure he was right in between my legs. When he pulled back he leans his forehead on mine - our lips almost touching.

I breathe in his smell, "Thank you. Thank you so much and YES! I would be honored to go on a date with you."

He hugged me tighter, and pulled back again, "thank you for saying yes to me, again."

"Christian, I tried calling you when I was at the airport to say goodbye. I had this overwhelming feeling of need and want for you and it drove me crazy the whole flight here. So listen to me Mr. Grey, I have never wanted to fight for anyone or anything like I am willing to fight for you and what we had. I will always, always say yes to you and I will never make the same mistake twice about leaving you. I already did it once and it almost killed not just you but me as well." He breaks out his award winning smile at my words and drops his head to try and hide it in my hair.

We spent the day outside, talking about everything. How his company has been, Taylor and Gail, Sawyer, and his family. All we've done is hold hands and he hasn't made any moves to kiss me, yet he won't let go of my hand. When we walked all the way through the park, we decided to stop and sit at a bench right in front of a fountain.

"When are you going back to Seattle?" I ask him without actually looking at him, I don't even want to hear the answer but I need to know.

He turns so his head is right in my hair, takes a breath and says, "Unfortunately tonight."

"Oh," I am so shocked; I don't want him to leave so soon.

"I don't want to leave either," he says like read my mind. "But I have to get back to GEH and take care of some important things so I can make time to come back here later."

"You don't have to put off work for me, Christian," I say with hidden disappointment, but make a quick decision "We have Skype and email, phone calls. We'll get through this long distance thing until I can move back to Seattle."

"I know but…" All of a sudden he moves farther from me to look my straight in the face and I have to fight to hide my smile. "You're moving back? When did you decide this?"

I reach out to touch his cheek, "Christian, you just gave me the greatest thing in the world, you're giving me a second chance to show you how much I really do love you. You're letting me correct the biggest mistake I ever made and I couldn't be more grateful for that. So I decided it just now, when you said you were going back to Seattle and I was…I was hurt because I wanted to spend more time with you. It'll take a while for me to get my stuff together with work, but I'm coming back to Seattle."

When I'm done talking he has the biggest smile on his face and says, "You are still so amazing."

"No, you are amazing. You don't deserve me after what I did to you and you're giving me a second chance, I… I don't even know how to thank you for that."

"Ana, you are thanking me right now by telling me you'll be moving back. That means you're trying. You are doing exactly what I have been dreaming about for five years."

"Christian… We still have so much to talk about." Do we? I mean, we've been talking all day but some part of me feels like we are just skipping over the big stuff even though right now I feel like I just got to know the person I love all over again.

"I know, let's go back to your apartment and do that okay?" He stands up and still has my hand so he pulls me up with him. We start walking back to my apartment and I feel…off. Is it because we are about to go down that road of why I left so long ago?

I don't know.

When we make it back to my apartment, we open some wine and sit on the floor.

"So, what do you want to talk about first?" He says.

"Uh… Okay," just jump right into it, "so you haven't had a sub at all?"

He looks me dead in the eye, "No. I tried, but… I couldn't. Everything reminded me of you and it was just an overload sometimes. I would think I had my emotions in check but they would come out of nowhere." He sets his wine glass down, "Have you had any relationships?"

"No," I say with no hesitations, "I went out on a date – well it wasn't a date, we ran into each other at my favorite Chinese place down the street from work and he decided to eat with each other. The whole time he was talking all I did was think about you, turns out that was more interesting."

"You don't know happy I am to hear that," I giggle at his answer – as soon as I told him it wasn't entertaining his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

We don't say anything for a while because we both are obviously avoiding the big question.

"Ana, why did you leave? Why didn't you just talk to me and tell me how you felt?" Never mind, there it is.

"I… I was scared of losing you. I knew that having a baby, especially so soon, just wasn't in the cards for us. I really hate to say this but, a little part of me was happy at the time that I had a miscarriage because I wasn't going to ruin your life."

"Anastasia, -"

"No, let me finish!" I take his hand, "Christian, you were going through so many things when I got pregnant. We had just moved in with each other and you were still dealing with the aftermath of your family finding out about Elena and you were so stressed out because of work… I just felt like it was something else to add on to your already high as hell pile of worry! I didn't want to give you a heart attack, all you ever do is worry about me and I don't want you too; I just wanted you to be happy."

"I will always worry about you!" He yelled, "When you left I didn't stop worrying about you because I love you with everything in me, and it hurt so damn bad to admit that you left me on your own. I tried to tell myself for months that someone had to be making you stay away from me. Finally, after months, I broke down and just gave up giving myself that same pep talk every day; I didn't stop looking for you. I always had eyes on you, even after we saw each other because I couldn't let you go…"

I am trying my hardest to not cry because we need to get through this conversation and come out with some sort of middle ground. I rub my eyes and look at my apartment, the flowers everywhere, they candles, the photographs on the floors. The tears are flowing down my face and I cannot help it.

"You said something the other day about all those times you saw me, but I only saw you once in that alleyway. Where you around and I didn't even know it?"

"Yes, baby. I was there for a week before I actually got you within arm's reach. The first time I saw you I wanted to grab you and take you home, throw you over my shoulder like the caveman I am." I stifled a giggle at our old personal joke, "But Taylor talked me out of it, he said that if we watched you long enough we would be able to tell if you had left on your own or not."

"So, that's when you…"

"Yes," he said, "the third day I was there I watched you leave your apartment and go to work. You look breathtaking, like nothing had even happened and that's when I realized that you had left on your own."

I wipe my eyes and look up at him through all my tears, "Christian I had to try very hard to put up a mask. I made a deal with myself that the only place I would ever break down about you is within these walls of this very apartment. For a reason I don't know of, I thought that if I didn't think about you during the day then I would get over you quicker. But it actually made it so much worse. I would see or hear things that reminded me of you and as soon as I got in the door over there I was done for. I have shed many tears right there in the door way."

He goes to say something and gets cut off by his Blackberry, "It's Taylor, it must be time for me to get going." I can see the hurt in his eyes that he has to leave and as soon as we stand I lean up on my tip toes and crush myself to him. He holds me against him and I can barely here what he is saying.

I pull back to say my goodbye but he puts a finger to my lips, "Don't. I cannot say goodbye to you, this is a see you later until I can make it back. Which will be as soon as possible; all I want to do is stay here with you Ana. You have to believe me when I say that I will come back when I can and we will continue this. I love you so much." He kisses my temple and with that he was gone.

Sorry I skipped a couple days, I have had family in and out of different hospitals and have been working overtime at work. Real life does this stuff some times. Anyways, I will be posting a chapter or two tomorrow and following this weekend because I already skipped days this week and I am so SORRY!

Also, in my story, they never got married. They moved in together after three months, dated for almost a year, the Elena thing happened and then the pregnancy/miscarriage happened. I know I didn't clarify these things when I first started my story but I guess I got off to a rocky start wit that.

If anyone has any questions just send me a PM, you all have been doing it anyways and I have tried to get back to everyone in a fast and appropriate manner...

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