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Hi readers, I just want to apologize for the delay in posting a new chapter, college eventually took over my life and I ended up staying till today to get all my work finished. But thankfully, I am now finished till I start university in September, very exciting times! Once again I am very very sorry for the delay and I hope that you all enjoy the chapter.

Grace and Christian have done an excellent job of arranging a pre-wedding dinner. But I suspect Grace has mainly arranged it all, and Christian gave her his credit card.

We're all sat around a long table, Christian to my right, my mother to my left, Grace and Carrick facing us. We're enjoying the best chicken I have ever tasted, and sipping the very best red wine the restaurant has to offer. It really is delicious.

Conversations are flowing freely around the table, talking about mine and Christian's impending wedding tomorrow. Just as I finish eating I feel Christian's silky voice at my ear.

"Come to the bar with me?"

I turn to face him and he leans down to kiss my exposed shoulder.

"Okay," I whisper then turn to my Mom to excuse myself.

Christian pushes his chair out and stands then holding his hand out for me, I slide my hand into his, when I'm standing he slides his fingers into the gaps in between mine and squeezes as we make our way over to the bar.

When we reach the bar Christian pulls me in front of him, and his arms snake round me and hold onto the rail at the bar, effectively caging me in. He lifts one hand to catch the attention of a bartender who has just finished shaking a cocktail.

"My good man!" He beckons; the bartenders head shoot our way with an answering smile.

I turn around and run my hands up his arms, linking my fingers behind his neck and pulling his head down for a kiss.

"Hmmm, why are we here?" I whisper against his lips.

"At the bar?" He whispers kissing the tip of my nose. I nod.

"I just needed a bit of undivided Ana time. And I needed a kiss from you." He chuckles and I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What can I get for you and your lady this evening?" I pull away when I hear the bartender speak.

"A slushy margarita and a Bombay Sapphire and tonic please."

"Certainly," and the glasses and ingredients are being thrown together. "So what are you guys here to celebrate tonight?" He smiles.

"We're here to celebrate our wedding, we decided to have dinner out to celebrate." I say, leaning back into Christian's chest. It makes a nice change to be out of the apartment and have a change of scenery.

"Oh cool, when's the big day?"

I look up at Christian silently asking him if I can say, because we want our wedding to be private and not highly publicised.

"Tomorrow."

"Oh wow, I hope everything goes fantastic for you guys, here you go." He smiles at us again pushing our glasses towards us.

"Thanks, they can go on the table four tab, thanks." Christian tells the guy reaching for his drink as I reach for mine.

"Certainly, enjoy." Then he wanders off to serve someone else further down the bar.

"Just a quick toast to us," He grins and clinks his glass against mine, and we both take a welcome sip. My favourite, this bar does the best cocktails that I've tasted since I've been in Seattle.

"Come, let's go back they'll be wondering where we are." He takes my hand again and leads us back to the table.

After a desert of chocolate cake for Christian and a cheesecake for me, I'm saying goodbye to my Mom, Bob and Ray who are staying at the Fairmont Olympic thanks to Christian, and they will be joining us at Bellevue in the morning.

Christian is driving me back to Grace and Carrick's house in the R8, just so we can have sometime together before we have to say goodbye until we see each other tomorrow. He has his hand resting in between both of mine, resting in my lap. And I'm holding on for dear life. I'm starting to get nervous about tomorrow. I'm staring out of the window imagining what tomorrow is going to be like until Christian's voice snaps me back into reality.

"Hey, you okay?" He squeezes my hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a getting a little nervous." I give his hand a reassuring squeeze back.

"Baby, why? There's no need to be nervous." He smiles his mega-watt, panty dropping smile.

"It's mainly butterflies, but I know everything is going to go fine." I give him a little smile.

"And it will be, baby, honestly, we're going to have a wonderful day, and everything is going to be fine, and remember you've still got the honeymoon to look forward to." He grins at me. And I smile back. He's right; he's been so secretive about it, not telling me where he's planned to take me. But I know it'll be perfect, seeing as I'll have Christian all to myself.

"That's right; I'm quite excited, even though you've not told me where we're going." I pout.

"I told you, it's going to be the trip of a lifetime, and I hope it is." He grins and squeezes my hand again.

Ten minutes later we're pulling into Grace and Carrick's drive, and Christian slowly turns the car off then reaches for my hand again, pulling it to his lips and kissing it all over.

"Here, I have a present for you, for tomorrow," I say as I reach for my bag with my free hand. I find it, and pass it over to him. "You can open it now if you want." I smile.

"Aw baby, you shouldn't have," he shakes his head, then leans over to give me a quick kiss.

"I know, but I wanted too, I hope you like them." And he's already got the paper off the box.

He lifts the lid of the box and a cheesy grin creeps across his lips.

"I love them." He smiles, running his finger over the cufflinks with and entwined A and C on them.

"I'm thought you might, I got them so you could have a little reminder of me in the morning, while we get ready." I smile. And he places the lid back on the box and slips in into one of the breast pockets on his jacket.

"Don't think I've forgot about you, Miss Steele, I have a present for you too." He grins, then reaches over to the glove compartment and takes out a red Cartier box.

"I know I said to you, don't buy any earrings, and I said it because I wanted to give you a last minute present." He hands the box to me and nods when I look at him asking if it can be opened.

I lift the lid back to reveal the simplest, diamond stud earrings. They're gorgeous, and exactly what I would have picked out to go with my dress.

"Oh, Christian, these are lovely, thank you so much." I lean over and plant a soft chaste kiss on his lips in return.

"I'm glad you like them, I know they're simple, but I thought you might like them better than anything else." He's right I do.

"I do, I do, I do." I grin then close the box back up, sliding it into my bag.

"You wait here; I'll get your door."

When I'm out of the car, he slides his arm around my waist, and we make our way up to the front door, which is opened by Grace as we hit the top step.

"Right, now when you come in here, you can have one last kiss before I kick you out Christian, its bad luck for you to see Ana before the wedding, so make it quick." Grace warns, pointing her finger at Christian.

"Yes, Mom, we'll be five minutes, maximum." He drones back like a sulky teenager.

"Good, I'll leave you two, to do whatever." She laughs, wandering off into the direction of the kitchen.

As soon as she can't be seen Christian wraps me in his arms and his lips seek out mine.

Our kiss is soft and slow, like he wants to savour every last minute with me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his closer to me.

I mumble as I pull away. "So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then Mr. Grey?" I whisper, still holding into him for dear life, his lips just inches away from mine.

"You most certainly will." He grins, kissing me chastely.

"Right, I'll get off up to bed. I love you, Christian." I whisper.

"I love you too, baby. Now get on off to bed, so you'll be we'll rested tomorrow." He smiles, pulling away from me.

"One last kiss?" I pout.

"Absolutely." He grins then leans forward to kiss my lips.

"Keep your phone on, I'll text you," he whispers ever so quietly.

"Will do."

I smile when he pulls away, then I start to head off upstairs to his childhood bedroom, until our entwined fingers are no longer touching. He stays stood in the same place until he can no longer see me.

When I get up to Christian's room I peel off my dress and shoes and slide a satin nightgown over my head and let it skim down my body, then crawl into bed. My phone which is lying on the bedside table pings just as I get comfortable. I check it, it's from my Mom.

*Sweetheart, just wanted to check up on you, hope you're not nervous, see you in the morning, love you x*

I smile. And hit reply.

*I'm not nervous (yet!) Just got into bed, see you tomorrow, Love you too x*

I place my phone on the sheets next to me while I fluff my pillows, and get comfortable. As I'm getting comfortable, my phone pings again.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Love

Date: July 30 2011 23:29

To: Anastasia Steele

My dearest Anastasia,

I can't wait for you to be my wife.

Tonight is going to be long as you're not sleeping with me, I'll miss you.

I love you.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Love

Date: July 30 2011 23:31

To: Christian Grey

To my one and only, Christian,

I'll miss you too, but I can still smell your cologne on the sheets on your bed.

I can't wait for you to be my husband.

I love you with all my heart Christian.

Goodnight x

Anastasia Steele (soon to be Grey)

Editor, SIP

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Goodnight

Date: July 30 2011 23:35

To: Anastasia Steele

Goodnight, baby.

See you in the morning.

Sweet dreams x

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.