Okay so again guys I'm sorry for the upcoming grammar errors but it seems the only way I can upload anything is by writing on my phone so please be kind. I've got tonnes of ideas for this story and I actually believe I could complete this one! Which if you have read any of my other stories, is a miracle for me.

I write this chapter listening to the new Halsey song from the fifty shades of grey soundtrack. I am beyond excited . Are you guys?

Chapter 6 : Forgiveness, or am I a fucking mug?

Elena was escorted out of the building by Sawyer. Taylor stayed with Christian and I. I guess he could sense the anger in the air. Good move Taylor, Christian might not live after my conversation with him.

Christian did not look at me. He was sat in the chair across from my desk. My hand was throbbing with pain from the punch, but do I regret it? Do I fuck. I have always fantasised about punching bitch face Robinson and fuck, it was the best feeling. But now I have this to deal with. I try to rack over my brain when Christian would have told her but I couldn't think straight. I was pissed and insanely upset at the same time and the feeling was coming more common since being the wife of Mr Grey.

"do you not have anything to say?" I ask Christian since he has decided to become a fucking mute. I need answers. I am betrayed. He has done this again. He has yet again ran to her and discussed our fucking personal life. I am mad. 50/10 should we say, how apt.

He doesn't say anything. He is avoiding my questions and that tells me she was right. He won't even defend himself.

"let me tell you something Christian. I am your wife, remember? You discuss things.. oh like our child with me and not with that stupid excuse for a woman. I am so hurt from this. Again and again you run to her and it leaves me feeling helpless. How can I trust you? You've betrayed me again and it's every fucking time I need you. I'm going home. Not with you. You can do what you want. I can't fucking do this anymore Christian". And he says nothing.

Sawyer takes me back to our home and I walk up to my sub bedroom. I lay on the bed and cry. I always cry. How can I get over this? It's the same shit all the time. He hurt me once and now again. How many times to I have to endure this?

I can hear movement downstairs and that tells me that Christian has followed me home. Of course. This was meant to be my first day back at work, getting my shit together again but of course some other shitty kink in the wheel come along and pushes me down. I'm exhausted. My brain cannot hold anything else.

I lay in bed and notice Christian hasn't come to me. She was right, of course she was right. This just proves it. But what do I do now? She's a hard fucking limit for me but I can't leave him. Not after everything. I love him more than anything but fucking hell, this is too painful.

I look at my phone. Nothing but I notice the time is 8.45pm and I have no idea where the time ran off too but I was hungry. Ugh. Time to face the shit storm that is your life Grey. The kitchen was empty. Thank the Lord. I walk to the fridge and find the ready made mac and cheese. I throw it in the microwave and the wave of activity must have caught fifties attention cause he comes out of his study. His expression is wary. And so he should be.

He goes to say something but stops. What is there to say? Yet again we are here. It's such a vicious cycle and I'm always getting hurt.

The 'bing' of the microwave breaks my eye contact with Christian and I retrieve my food. I sit and tuck in. Christian is still stood in the doorway. Oh man up fifty.

"are you going to come and talk or just stand there?". I throw that out there to try and see if I can bring some sense of life into my deer in headlights.

He walks over and sits on the stool besides me. He brushes his hand through his hair. He is wearing sweats and a tee. Even though I'm pissed, my God he still looks delicious.

"so?" I prompt "tell me. Everything". He again runs his hands through his hair. Oh Mr Grey you are nervous.

"for fucks sake Christian. Fucking tell me or I will grab my shit and leave tonight". His eyes bulge into shock.

"It wasn't intentional" he starts and thank the Lord, the mute actually speaks.

"oh?".

" when you were in the hospital, the day you came out actually, I went home to get some clean clothes and make myself look better. The hope I had lost came back and I wanted to be quick. To get back to you".

I eat my mac and cheese listening intently.

" I wanted to get you flowers and pick them out myself so I went to the florists on 3rd and I didn't expect her to be there. Like fuck, I thought she had fucked off out of the city. I was cornered by the roses and I couldn't escape. She started saying shit like she said in front of you but I didn't want to hear it. She was making me angry cause she wouldn't take my answer seriously. I wanted to throw her through the window".

The mental image pleased me. I smiled slightly and Christian caught me. I flushed, he rolled his eyes.

"I just needed to get back to you but she was still going on ands on so I blurted out that this wasn't t right time. That my wife is in hospital and that caught her attention and she wanted to know what was wrong with you". Oh? Suddenly she became all forth coming and caring.

I snorted. She is so full of bullshit.

Christian continued " I said you had an accident and she stopped all the nagging about her and I and I felt like I had Elena my friend back for a second. She was trying to comfort me saying that you're a strong woman. I laughed cause she was acting as if you were dying. I said that you were being released today and I wanted to get back. I turned and then a saw a man with a baby in front of me. Then it hit me that I won't get that".

Oh shit. He is really talking. I stop eating and stare at him. All the anger had subsided and now I felt guilt.

"I wanted to picture myself with junior. And I stared to feel these emotions again and Elena caught me off guard and I just said it. I wasn't thinking. I said, we'd lost our child and she couldn't imagine the pain we were going through. Anyway, she talked and wanted to know if I needed anything she'd be there but I refused. I needed to be with my wife I repeated and left". He pulled my face into his hands.

" I wanted to tell you but with the sad news you were so down and I didn't think we'd see her again. I'm so sorry Ana. I didn't think. I was just so.. confused".

Fuck fifty. Why do you have to make it so hard for me to stay mad at you?

" I'm still pissed" I repeat and he nods.

" I would be shocked if you weren't. But I didn't mean it. I'm just sorry she ruined your first day back at work". I sigh. Maybe one day I'll get a good day.

"shall we?" he gestures out his hand and I give in and put mine on his. My feelings have ran to the hills and now I feel nothing but Christian.

I wonder where he's taking me but then it's obvious. Our bedroom. He wants to me it up to me. I'm so exhausted. When we get to our bed he starts to kiss me. I feel the sensual pull in my groin but I just too fucking tired from all this shit.

"not tonight". I refused. And Christian cooked an eyebrow.

"I really fucked up huh?" and he pulls this expression that makes me laugh. God dammit fifty.

"yes. But I really am tired. Stay with me?" I plead and how could he refuse. He has a lot of making up to do. I lay in his arms drifting off to a sleep where we are joined by a little boy...

I'm awoken by the piano making sad songs and I know that Christian is playing the feelings that he can't speak. I grab my robe and walk into the living area. I sit besides him and press down on a key. I had no idea what key it were. The music stops and he places his hand on my leg. His fingers hot wiire desire to my inner goddess and she awakes and throws off her clothes. I turn to him smiling as I do so. Yes Christian we are okay. You silly, loud mouthed handsome man. He had me wrapped around his little finger. I am 100% his and regardless of what he does. My heart is bound to him.

We start to kiss and the fire starts to spread between our bodies. It didn't take long for my robe to be on the floor and I had been placed on top of the piano. Ah, we have certainly done this before. I shut my eyes and get lost in this maniac of a man I love.

Just something to update. Just a reminder my grammar is terrible. Phones for you. I do proof read but I always end up missing a lot. So, naughty Christian. But let's be honest Ana is smitten. I have a real good plot to come so bare with me. This is just to move it on.