APOV.
I managed to extract myself from Christian's hold as I got up to use the bathroom. Since we had spent our very first night together many years ago, Christian has slept around me like a vine. That has never changed, not that I would want it to anyway.
Coming back out of the bathroom, I kissed Christian's sleeping forehead before I made my way down the stairs. I could hear movement in the kitchen, finding my son trying to get the lid off the top of a jar of painkillers.
"Let me," I told him, taking the bottle from his hand and removed the lid.
"Thanks, Mum. Nineteen years of age and I still cannot get those lids off" he smiled, taking the pills that I gave him.
"They're childproof lids after all" I smiled, putting the pills back into the cupboard. "How's your arm."
"It's fine. I just woke, to it stinging and thought the pills would help. If I could get into them."
I chuckled to myself, opening the door so the dogs could go out.
"Rocco, move it," I said, pushing on this bum. He is always the stubborn one who doesn't want to go out, especially when Matteo is still inside.
"Go on boy," Matteo told Rocco, who then ran out the door.
"You will have to watch that at the beach today. Seawater will sting it" I told him.
"It's ok. I thought I would spend the day with Great Grandma, see if she needs anything doing. Apart from dinner before we left, I feel like I have hardly spent two minutes with her."
"I'm sure she will love that" I smiled, before starting on breakfast.
The smell soon started to permeate around the house and the noses followed. With dogs sat at my feet, the table was soon full of my family tucking in.
"Mum, I said I was going to help with breakfast today," Lucy told me.
"We would be eating at dinner time with how long it takes you to get up" Luca teased his sister as Oriella told him off.
"At least you would've been fed at some time. With you, it's pizza or take out, unless Mum is cooking."
"Your mother is always cooking and as taste tester, I'm always eating" my husband winked, before taking a large bite of my toast.
I laughed, turning to my daughter.
"Lucy, when your dad and I are away. You're in charge of meals here."
She turned smugly to each of her brothers, laughing at the look on their faces.
"We're going to starve" Luca complained.
I smiled at the normal family bickering around the table. It was good to have my family under one roof again.
...
While the boys cleared and washed up, I went upstairs to change out of my pyjamas, putting my bikini on under my sundress. I was ready for when they were all ready to leave, which with this lot, could be this afternoon.
I made my way back down to the living room, seeing the girls already dressed and ready to go.
They had turned the TV on, which was still on the news channel from last night. They were not paying attention, too interested in the magazine they were looking over but an article caught my eye. The news on the hour was due to start in a few minutes but the breaking news ticker along the bottom was about a drugs factory that had burned in southern Italy.
"Looks like someone has been up to no good," I said quietly, seeing that two Police Detectives had been named in all the carnage that was there.
"Boys, my room," I said, knocking on each of their doors as I passed.
"Are you decent?" I asked Christian, walking into our bedroom and towards the TV.
"Depends what you have in mind" he smiled.
I raised my eyebrow, switching the TV on as our boys joined us, closing the door behind them. If it was just Lucy here, then this could've been done downstairs. With Oriella here as well, although she knows what our family is about, the rumours never dissipating with that one. Details are kept to a minimum. It's not that we don't trust her because we do. It's just the less the girls know, the less they have to lie about. If she and Luca ever marry then the amount she is told, will change.
"Princess, what's wrong," Christian asked as I turned to the news channel, watching it count down to the hour.
We all watched as the headlines were read out and the reporter's face came on the screen. I felt arms wrap around my waist and Christian's lips in my hair.
"They finally reached it then," Theo asked.
"Yes, we would have been long gone. Even though the flames were out, the smoke would have been still seen for miles" Christian told him.
The article went on, how it was the fire brigade who arrived first. Taking a while, as it was so remote.
A few items which were recovered at the scene had identified two prominent detectives who were now believed to be among the carnage. Their cars were found as well had the other police pushing the press further back as they tried to figure out what was going on. Bad guys that had perished and they would be celebrating and announcing every detail, but as their own is involved, they are hiding everything away.
"We never saw any cars, Leo's team came in from that side," Matteo said.
He must recognise it but all I could see was trees, a burnt building and police on the screen. That was until the pictures of the now-dead policemen came up.
"No wonder they ran" Christian laughed, pointing to the man on the left. "He's the one I took out."
"That's the one Granddad pulled out of the drain. I thought the police were bad enough at home, they must make a special breed of them here" Luca said, pointing to the other man.
"This coverage is good for us though. Drugs bust gone wrong or in on it all along. It will take the police a hell of a long time to figure that one out and keep the press breathing down their necks. Those police as we know them now were in no rush to go anywhere until we made our presence known" Christian told us.
"As long as this keeps them from our door, I don't care if the whole lot of them were police."
"They won't come here. Mac's maybe, but not here" he smirked.
"Don't be mean. If they go after my uncle, they're going to have to deal with us all before they get to him" I told Christian.
"Don't worry Mum. If the police turn up, I will fit you in behind me. No one will see you" Theo laughed, dodging out of my reach.
"Are you tired of living son. I can still put you on your arse, no matter how tall you get."
"Don't I know it. I think I still have a bruise" Luca complained.
"That's what happens if you challenge your mother to see how hard she can kick the bag at the gym" Christian told him.
"Mum didn't kick the bag though, she kicked me instead. Oriella wouldn't even kiss it better because she was too busy laughing."
"Yes, and I apologised. Besides, you were the one who thought it would be fun for me to hit a moving target."
"We just have to face facts boys, you don't mess with Mum" Matteo smiled.
"Remember that when you come home hurt again," I told him.
"Yes Mum" he smiled, leaving my bedroom with his brothers.
I turned the TV off, turning to Christian.
"Do you think there will be any backlash from this."
"No Ana. They will be too busy trying to get their own house in order, to look elsewhere at the moment. Besides with the decoys we set up around here, we have been home all the time."
"I like it when you're home," I said, bringing his lips to mine.
"Me too Princess, me too" he mumbled against my lips, between kisses.
We finally left the room, going down to join the girls.
"Daddy I'm glad you're here. Can I please have one of them" Lucy said, pointing to a purse in the magazine they had been reading.
"Yes, of course, baby girl. For your birthday."
I scoffed, receiving a stink eye from my husband. He can say he will make her wait until September all he wants but we both know he will find that purse for her as soon as we get home, if not before. Lucy is very much like me. She doesn't ask for a lot so as soon as Christian finds out we want or like something, he pounces on it.
"That's months away. Mum, how much have I got in my savings from the bakery" Lucy asked.
"Cannoli and some biscotti" Luca answered. "It's a family business, you don't get paid."
"WHAT!" She screeched, shouting back and forth with her brothers, who were just winding her up.
I took a seat in the armchair, switching the TV off that was still being ignored.
"MUUUUM."
"Luciana, stop shouting. You're all giving me a headache" I called out. "Now when we get home, you have enough money in your account to pay a ridiculous amount for a purse. Before you boys complain that you don't get anything when you help out. Lucy is there after school, every day that I am and she works. If you tell me when you work for your Dad that you don't get paid, then you can complain. Until then, someone put the kettle on and make me a cup of tea and someone else get me some painkillers because my head is starting to hurt."
Everyone started to move then, quietly I might add. I winked at Oriella who was on the couch laughing. Taking the magazine from her, which I placed over my face.
"I hope this headache doesn't last long as we're going away tomorrow" I heard, whispered at my side, in my husband's sexy voice.
I lifted the side of the magazine up, puckering my lips for a kiss to which he gave me.
"Don't worry Christian. If it does, I will let you fuck it out of me" I whispered.
With that, I put the magazine back over my face, trying to stifle my giggle when I heard his groan.
"You can bank on it," he said, before walking away.
"How do you handle these boys," Oriella asked.
"They are good. They just like to wind each other up or as today shows, wind their sister up" I told her, putting the magazine down. "They make a fantastic team though, one their father and I are very proud of."
I enjoyed my cup of tea, courtesy of Theo who made it just as I like it. They were all out in the garden at the moment, getting the dog ready, when the phone rang.
"Grey residence, Dr Grey speaking."
I could hear a chuckle on the line that could only be from my brother in law.
"Hello, Dr Grey. How's the heat over there."
"It's too hot for some, especially silly boys," I told Elliot.
"I can imagine. Facing the wrath of his mother, probably hurt more than the burn. If any of my kids are hurt and had not told us. They would be dealing with their mother too."
"Always mothers who have to deal with the boys" I laughed.
"Mums are worse because pissing Dad off is a daily occurrence. Upset Mum and you know you have seriously messed up. How's baby girl?"
"Trying to get Daddy to buy her a thousand-dollar purse."
"What!, I have enough of that with my wife. I couldn't handle a daughter as well. Thank god in this family, Christian is the only one who has to worry about that."
"You weren't saying that when you wanted the twins to be girls."
"Yes, well that ship has sailed. Thank god. Is Christian there" he asked.
"Just a second, they're all outside," I said, getting up to walk to the door. "Hold on, it's the middle of the night there, what are you up to."
"Fireworks," he replied and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Sorry I asked, here's Christian," I told him, handing the phone over once I had received my kiss.
...
I saw Matteo off as Christian talked to his brother. There was a lot of laughter and if I know them two, a lot of plotting too. I know he spoke to Jason before bed last night, finding out the situation back home. The drama comes in ebbs and flows there and we ride it out as we have always done.
This vacation was needed though. Christian had been working constantly for the past couple of months, finally agreeing to come with us when I threatened to find a nudist beach and spend every day there. I wouldn't have thought, I'm not that brave. I don't have the body of a twenty-year-old any more and after four children, there is always that last pound that I cannot shift. I think I still look good though, I use the gym a couple of times a week with my sisters, yoga as well can be fun. At the end of the day, my husband loves my body and I'm happy, so that's all that matters.
..
With everyone into cars and dogs into the trunks, we made our way through the little town and towards the beach. It was a nice drive, through rolling olive groves with the sun beaming overhead. I love being here so much.
I can understand why my Mum never wanted to leave here. It really was the perfect place to live, to bring up a family. Our other home was thousands of miles away, probably under rain-clouds but it was still home, just the same as here.
I had visited my Mum while Christian had been away, taking my mind off of all of my boys while we were under radio silence. That's the part I hate, the not knowing and now seeing Matteo hurt, will make it a hundred times worse the next time they are away. I still get the slight breeze up there, as if she knows that I'm with her. Our children get the same feeling, that I hope never goes away.
"Oriella are we going surfing," Luca asked, from their seats in the back of our car.
"You're going surfing, I will watch."
"I will hold the board, you won't fall off" he smiled, wanting his girlfriend to give it a go.
"Catch me."
"Always."
I felt Christian's hand in mine as I looked over to him. He brought it to his lips, smiling before placing a kiss. He is just as happy as I was that our son was with Oriella. They really were perfect for each other.
Once we were at the beach, we let the dogs go. As predicted they were straight into the surf. Every dog that we have had, inherited Hugo's love of water, shared some part of his personality in some way. I miss my best friend but it's not with sadness any more, I remember his love, his protectiveness but more than that his fun. That fluffy ball had so much fun and no matter where we revisit, I remember it all.
"Get off" Lucy squealed as we all turned her way.
She had sat on one of the beds and now had a very soggy dog lay across her legs, wanting to share with her.
"Gizmo come here" Luca shouted as he got off Lucy's bed and went to join his owner.
"I'm all wet" she complained as my husband came up behind her.
"You'll be wetter now" I laughed as he picked our laughing daughter up and carried her into the water. She was laughing until he threw her in and then came up a spluttering mess.
"Dad, not funny," she said, splashing him as he just swam away.
I will go for a swim but I was enjoying watching my family having fun. Milo had come over and lain on my feet while I had Sprout on my legs. It was nice and cool as they had all been in the water but I was pretty much pinned to the seat.
The morning passed and the midday sun hit. Christian had covered me in sunscreen as it was going to be a scorcher today and after swimming with my daughter earlier, I thought I would top up on my tan. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the little breeze that came off the ocean when someone blocked my sun.
"Is this bed taken?" a man asked, pointing to the bed where Christian's clothes were.
"Yes sorry, all these with clothes on are taken," I said sarcastically, pointing to each of the beds.
Closing my eyes again, I could still feel him stood where he was. If he didn't move soon he would have four men on his back and that wouldn't be pretty. It was Sprout who growled at him to move and once he did, I patted him on the back.
"Good boy" I laughed.
"Princess who was that," Christian asked, dripping water all over me.
"No idea. He wanted your bed but pretty much decided to stay put until sprout got rid of him."
He could've probably had a bed as Christian climbed onto mine but with dogs who liked to sunbathe too, we needed the ones we had.
"Do you have a problem?" Christian asked, sitting up.
He was about to stand when I looked over to see he was speaking to the man who had been here before.
"She's a very beautiful woman," he said, looking me up and down.
That was all it took before Christian was in front of him.
"She has a name. That is my wife you're talking about so I would avert your eyes unless you want to lose them."
"It's a public beach, I'm not the only one who's looking."
I looked around, seeing others quickly look away.
"Christian, come swimming with me," I asked, pulling on his hand.
All it would take was for someone to call the police and we wouldn't be going anywhere tomorrow. The police weren't needed though as I forgot about the Beach Patrol
"Gentlemen is there a problem here," the patrol officer asked.
"This man was coming on to my wife."
"I was not" he protested. "I was just looking."
"Take your eyes from my wife" Christian practically snarled at him.
"Sir, can I ask your name."
"Yes, it's Christian Grey. I hope you're asking his name as well."
We all turned to the officer when he hadn't spoken, seeing he looked like he was about to faint.
"Young man, are you ok. You don't look well" I asked.
"Yes, Ma'am I'm fine," he said to me before turning back to this annoying man. "Name."
"Saul Francheski," he told the officer, who wrote it down.
"I suggest Mr Francheski, you stay away from this family enjoying the beach. It's you who are causing a nuisance so unless you behave, I will have to ask you to leave the area."
You could see he was about to complain but seeing my husband stood with our sons on each side, he knew if this continued, this officer wouldn't help him out. So, like a teenager having a tantrum, he stomped off the beach.
"Now, swimming Mrs Grey," Christian said.
I could barely thank the officer before I was over Christian's shoulder and we were walking deeper into the water.
"I should've worn a full suit," I told him, as we bobbed about in the water.
"No. You have a beautiful body Ana and you have every right to wear a bikini. All the hidden bits are mine though."
"All of me is yours Christian," I said, moving my lips to his.
We moved about in the water as our lips moved together. My arms around his neck, while his were holding me in place.
"If we were alone, I would be inside you right now," he said, biting down gently on my earlobe.
"Christian don't tease," I told him, rubbing myself on him.
"Ana, we're just off a packed beach with our children not far away. Do not rub yourself on me because it will not be pretty."
"I don't know Christian, I think your cock is very pretty."
I swam away from him quickly laughing and nearly choking on the water. With a pat on my back, I was back in his arms again.
"Didn't you learn that at medical school, no laughing while swimming."
"I must have missed that class," I said, coughing again.
"Mum, look who's arrived" Lucy shouted over to us.
My grandmother was just being helped down onto the sand by Matteo, now unable to move even a few inches. She had a pack of dogs in front of her, all clambering for her attention.
"Come on Ana" Christian said, making his way to the shore as I followed.
"We thought a trip to the beach would be a nice afternoon out" Grandma called out, as she got settled onto the bed that was originally Christian's.
"Hi, Grandma," I said, kissing her aged cheek.
"Hello my beautiful girl, our young man has been looking after me all morning" she smiled to Matteo, kissing his hand.
"And I have loved every minute of it," she told him.
"Hey Grandma, how come you don't come down here when we're in Seattle," Lucy asked her.
"It's not as much fun then. It's alive when you're all here" she smiled, taking my hand.
My grandmother, although now in her nineties has always tried to keep as active as she could. When she's in Seattle, she likes to sit in the bakery and watch everyone that comes and goes. That's no different here. She visits Isabella every week, helping in any little way she can. After Isabella's mother passed, it was Grandma's encouragement who got her up and moving again to run the business full time.
"Thank you," I said, taking the drink from my husband who then passed one to Grandma. I had been too engrossed in our conversation that I hadn't even realised he had gone.
"Have you thought more about opening the second bakery Ana?" Grandma asked.
"I have thought about it but I like the simplicity of having everything in one place. The whole Italian community knows where we are. We supply more restaurants with their desserts now than we ever did before."
"And you still do it out of that small kitchen."
"I know, it's just familiar to me. I think I always dreamed about the bakery even when Mum was alive so moving somewhere else now that I'm settled, I'm afraid it might fail."
"You're not moving the bakery," she said, squeezing my hand. "You're expanding. You concentrate on the bakery side of things at Hugo and Carlotta's place and find a bigger kitchen for the restaurant side. I'm sure after all these years, one of your staff could run it with their eyes closed."
I know Grandma is right, we have been a victim of our own success. We are just too busy now for that small building. Knowing Christian, he would already have somewhere in mind and it would all be up and running, should I agree to it. I will just have to see when we get home.
We spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach before my grandfather came down to join us and we all went for dinner. I was looking forward to having my alone time with Christian tomorrow, although if he doesn't stop the little touches he is running up and down my bare leg at the moment, I might just drag him off somewhere now.
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"You be good for Granddad," I told the kids before getting in the car.
"Mum, we will be fine. You have told us a hundred times" Luca told me.
"Yes, and I have to. The second I leave, you will be up to trouble. If you get locked up, you're staying where you are until we get back."
"Fine by me," my Dad said, as Lucy wrapped her arm around her Granddad.
"Peace, no brothers."
With a swift word to behave from their father, we were on our way. Christian had booked us into the same villa, we had stayed on our honeymoon before we went back for Hugo. Our wedding anniversary had passed in a blaze of gunfire so coming here over Easter, had to do.
"Listen to that Ana" Christian said as he drove us out of town.
"Hmm, no kids, no dogs barking. Just the moans and screams to look forward to."
"Princess, talk about moans and we will not reach our destination."
"Mmmm is that a challenge," I told him, reaching over to rub his cock.
He picked my hand up, putting it back on my thigh as he gave me a stern look.
"Ok hands to myself" I laughed. Looking at the tent in his trousers, I had reached the desired result.
With the radio on, we sang along. I love Christian like this, no worries, no empire to run. Just my relaxed husband with a smile on his face.
As we pulled up to the villa, I turned to Christian and smiled.
"I remember this place very well," I said as he took my hand and helped me from the car.
"No more teasing, Mrs Grey," he told me before we made our way to the door.
Like last time, he carried me over the threshold.
"You didn't need to do that this time," I told him.
"I will do it every time we come here."
As Christian put our bags into the bedroom. I opened the doors, to let in some air. The terrace was like I always remembered and the view thankfully had never changed. There were still olive groves as far as the eye could see and if I'm not mistaken, there may be some grapevines in there too.
"You look very hot Ana, I'm sure you would feel better if I helped you take off this dress" I looked up to Christian who was flush with my back, feeling his cock push against me.
His fingers trailed up my arms, taking the delicate straps of my dress from my shoulders, so it dropped to the floor.
"You do know Christian, we haven't even unpacked and you're already removing my clothes."
"And is there a problem with that."
"No, just stating a fact," I told him, as my hand moved around and gripped him through his shorts.
"Ana" he groaned his forehead now on my shoulder. "You're going to unman me if you continue to do that."
"I don't see you stopping me" I giggled.
"My wife has her hand on my cock, I would need my head testing if I asked you to remove it."
With that I took a step forward, laughing.
"I'm one lucky bastard. You're a mighty fine sight, Anastasia."
Walking forward, he undid my bra, tossing it over his shoulders once removed and by the sound of the splash of water, I would say it was now floating in the pool.
"I'm so glad we are far away from any neighbours, who at the moment would be getting a view of my breasts," I told him.
"Mine," he said, covering them both with his hands and then his lips.
My fingers weaved into his hair, gripping it in place. He bit gently before easing the sting with his tongue, before moving onto the other breast.
"Christian" I groaned, my back arching into him.
He picked me up, laying me down onto one of the sunbeds before kicking his shorts off. Moving his body over mine, with one swift move, he was inside me.
I groaned loudly in his ear, wrapping my ankles around his back. I loved the feeling of my husband inside me. No other had ever brought me the feelings he does and no one else would ever do.
Our moans echoed over the valley before us, as our movements picked up. His heavy pants in my ear were pushing me closer and closer to our goal.
"Cum for me Ana, cum."
His words like thousands of times before, pushed me over the edge as he followed closely behind.
"Ana, I love you baby."
I cradled his face between my hands, kissing his lips.
"I love you, Christian, so much."
We spent the rest of the day by the pool. No clothes seemed to materialise but that didn't bother either of us.
"Lay down," I told him when we were in the bedroom.
He lay down on the bed, face up with a smile on his face.
"I love it when you take charge Princess, it's so sexy."
"You will regret that hard-on in a minute, turn over."
"Really," he asked, disappointed for a second before he tried to turn.
"Ana, I'm going to break my cock if I lie on it" he laughed, turning to me.
"Ok, I don't want a broken cock, turn back."
He did as I asked, but there were no signs of him softening as his eyes roamed my body.
"Ana with you in this, I'm going to have a permanent erection," he said, running his hands over the sheer negligee I was wearing.
"We'll see."
As he lay on his back, I palmed his cock. If I had to jack my husband off to get him to relax then so be it.
It didn't take long before the familiar groans started, his hips thrusting his cock into my hand. Reaching over for the towel I had brought with me. I moved it under his cock, just in time for his release.
"Oh, whoops maybe that didn't work. I think I have killed it for sure now" I giggled as his softening cock, fell to one side when I let it go.
"Keep touching it like that and it will show you how alive it is again, very soon."
I removed the towel once I had cleaned Christian up, getting off the bed to fetch another from the bathroom and placing the soiled one in the hamper.
"Now, you can turn over," I said, as he finally did as I asked.
Straddling his back, I poured massage oil onto my hands, dripping some onto his body. This getaway for the two of us was to help him de-stress, have a couple of days of just us. I think the orgasm relaxed him, my fingers now working on his muscles, had the tension leaving his body. When I had finished, my very peaceful husband now sleeping, I had finally achieved my goal. A happy, sated, relaxed husband.
Thank you for reading and to everyone who reviewed and followed and favourited my story. I appreciate your support.
Vacation time will soon be over and it will be back to Seattle once more.
I was asked about the other original dogs. They will be mentioned in future chapters but I don't want to go into detail about them passing as writing about Hugo was hard enough.
Ages was another question I was asked. Christian will celebrate his 50th the same day that Theo celebrates his 21st. The twins are 19. We will also have Luciana's sweet 16 in this story which is bound to drive Christian crazy especially as boys have been invited. All fun to come as well as a truckload of drama that they will fight against together.
Until next time
Take care
Caroline.