A/N : I've decided to lay off of the drama for a while now. I thought about it and every few chapters I was like BAM, drama. So, I think it's time to slow it all down and just enjoy pregnant Ana and her love for Mr Shades. Thanks for the follows, faves and reviews – always means a lot!

Chapter 18 – The Dream House.

Ana.

I stretch my arms out besides me and feel myself sink into the mattress. Ah, this is bliss. The sun is shining through the big windows and I swear if I listen carefully, I can hear the birds sing. I feel like Snow White – all I need now are some animals to bring me breakfast in bed.
I roll to my side and stare at the big picture hanging on the wall. It's of Christian and I. I look mediocre comparison to my fifty.
I glance at the clock and it's 10:17am. I have definitely had a lie in. Though my sleep did of course get disrupted by a certain man wanting to get lost in me for hours. I smile at the memory of his touch. I drag myself out of the warm bed and grab my robe. Everything is so light and airy. I take my time walking down the big staircase, trying not to miss any steps as our little boy is covering my toes.
The wooden floor feels cool against my toes as I head towards the kitchen.
The kitchen is my favourite place. The breakfast bar is huge and it has every top notch compliance I could have asked for.
On the side there is a plate of bacon, pancakes and eggs with a note saying 'Ana x' I know Mrs Jones left this for me. I'll say now and I'll say it everyday for the rest of my life. She is a fucking goddess.
The big patio doors make it easy to stare out over the meadow. The view is just spectacular and I am so glad that I get to spend the rest of my life looking at it.
I vision myself looking out, making cookies – while my son and husband run around, playing ball in the field. Those kind of days are going to make my heart so, so happy.
We moved into this house a week ago and it has always felt like home. I miss Escala but since recent events – I was happy to leave there as fast as we could. Christian of course did not complain, though this house is under maximum security. It's probably got more security than jail!
But I feel safe.
The thought of him getting close to me again makes my skin crawl. These past few days everything has felt so raw.
I don't understand his reasons and I probably never will. It's obvious that he is a class A nutcase and deserves everything he will get.
I shudder at the thought of him. I can almost smell the cigarette scent in the air. I shake my head and push those thoughts aside.
This a clean slate – something knew. No subs have ever been here, no break ins by Leila, Hyde or Morton.
This is just for Christian and I, which makes it even more perfect. Our home will not just be a home to me, it's going to be a place where we raise a family and that is better than anything else in the world.
I clang my knife and fork on to my plate and lean back into the breakfast stool.
I rub my stomach. I am just so full.
I decide that I should probably go into my work building at some point. Of course they can handle it. Hannah is the best next in charge that I could have ever asked for – but I still want to show my face and be involved.
I head back upstairs and hop into the shower. The warm water washes away all the bad thoughts of earlier and sets me up brighter for the new day.
I decide on a white blouse, and a black pencil skirt – My maternity clothes arrived and I have to admit, I love them. Everything stretches and that makes me very happy. I slide on my heels, grab my blazer and bag then head to the front door.
"Ma'am" Sawyer speaks as if he knew I were coming.
"Grey Publishing please Luke" he nods his head and opens the car door for me. I always sense how nervous Sawyer is to drive with me now since the accident.
I trust him, I really do and I know he did everything he could to try and save me that day.

Grey Publishing is my pride and joy. I grabbed the bull by it's horns and bossed the shit out of that place. Of course I have fifty's guidance and support, but I can honestly say – I love my job.
"Hello Ana, how lovely to see you" Lucy greets me at the reception and I smile sweetly back at her.
I cannot wait to get into my office – it has been way too long.
I open the door and on my desk is a huge basket of roses. I smile like the Cheshire cat – I can guess who they are from. I walk over and give them a quick sniff, they smell heavenly.
I grab the little note and on it writes - 'Beautiful flowers for my ever so beautiful wife. Take it easy, I love you C x'. My heart flutters. Is there anyone out there who could even match up to loving someone the way I love Christian? I think not.
I write him an email.

To: Christian Grey
Subject: I love you
12:37pm

Husband,
Have I ever told you how much I love you? You've made my morning a lot better – I've just seen my pile of paperwork and I should have stayed home.
Hope your day is going good.

ILY!

Your Wife xxxx

Anastasia Grey
Grey Publishing

I pick up my first pile of paper to go through when the ping of my computer distracts me.

To: Anastasia Grey
Subject: To the moon and back?
12:40pm

I think you have before but let me remind you dear wife, that I love you!
Maybe you should go home and be barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen. Hannah can handle it, that's why she's there.

Have you eaten today?

Christian Grey
Caring husband & CEO, Grey Enterprises Holding, INC.

I roll my eyes and intercom Claire to go and get me some lunch as I know he'll be on Sawyer like a rash about my eating habits.
A Chicken baguette should do the trick and pickles. Lots and lots of pickles.
I dive into my paperwork and when I've just crossed one off of my list of jobs to do, Claire walks in with my lunch. My mouth is watering and I never realised how famished I were.
"Thank you Claire"
"You're welcome Ana – enjoy!".
And enjoy I did. I never realised how fucking delicious pickles are but I cannot seem to get enough – so much so, that I am contemplating telling Claire to go buy me a whole jar!

PING!

I look up to my computer and another email is sat waiting for me to address it.

To: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Collecting ones wife
16:47pm

Mrs Grey,
I am surprised to hear you are still at work. I, myself are done for the day so I'll come and collect you now. Be ready. I have something planned for this evening.

Christian Grey.
Satisfying ones wife & CEO, Grey Enterprises Holding, INC.

I nearly spit out my water when I read his email. Firstly, I didn't even notice the time. Wow, that went fast. Secondly, what has he got planned for this evening? Oh god. My inner goddess arises and strips of her clothes and holds a flogger in one hand and a blind fold in the other.
Thirdly, Satisfying ones wife - Holy shit. I am wet just from those 3 little words. I am so hot for my husband and I wouldn't change a thing.
I feel slightly uncomfortable as I way my way down to the front of the building. I am so turned on for whats to come and it's driving me insane.
Outside is my adonis of a man. His smile when he see's me makes my heart fall out of my ass. I am one lucky woman.
He kisses me on the cheek and my groin sets alight. We haven't even made it into the car yet and I want him here on the sidewalk.
Once in the car he places his hand on my knee and every now and then he will move his fingers in a slight rhythm. Every tap makes my body come alive. I try to squeeze my legs closer together and I know he notices. I see him smirk from the corner of my eye.
"Are you okay Ana?" He says but it's not from concern – he's being playful. That cheeky asshole.
"Perfectly" I respond and turn my head to look out of the window. Just focus on something other than him Ana. I repeat. Just make it home.
I let out a cough and I can hear him laugh. Oh fifty, it's not funny. My libido is jumping off the walls and she's screaming just fuck me.
I place one of my fingers in my mouth and slightly bite down.
"You look a bit flustered Mrs Grey" he mentions and that stupid darn smirk on his face. I swallow and look into those marble gray eyes.
"I'm great"
"Hmm. You're not – excited at all are you?" and he cocks his eyebrow. Son of playful gun.
"mm. Nope. Not excited for anything Mr Grey" I play along. I narrow my eyes at him. Lets dance Mr Grey.
He moved his hand from my knee and starts to slide it up my thigh. Holy fuck. My insides are tightening and if I was not wet before – I fucking am now. I know that I put on lacy pink panties earlier and once he finds them – he's won this game.
My breathing has begun to turn ragged. Fucking asshole knows what he's doing. But why are you even trying to play Ana? We all know Mr Grey is the master at fucking teasing.
He continues up my thigh and then slowly down towards my sex. Holy fuck, holy fuck. I try to push my thighs together as hard as I can but he's really fucking forcing his hand down there and lets be honest – part of me wants him to win!

"mm" he lets out and even his moans get turn me on. I don't think I am going to make it to our bedroom. I'm going to combust in the backseat of this car with Taylor driving.
We come to a stop and I realise we have reached home. I had no inkling of time or place other than the heat of his fucking fingers tainting my skin.
I get out of the car and I can feel the dampness under my skirt. I go to walk into our home but Christian grabs me and carries me upstairs. I am laughing like a mad man as he places me on the bed.
I stare up at his beautiful face and I know I am in for a good evening.
"I know you want this Ana. But this is just a starter. Vanilla first. What I have in store for you later – that's a different flavor".
I gulp knowing that tonight, I'm going to be thoroughly fucked and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

A/N: just a little chapter to add something else. I wanted to do a massive update but I made plans and never got round to it.
I am shattered from traveling today and it's 11:16pm for me so if I have made errors, that's why!
I'm going to either update a real lengthy chapter Saturday or Monday. I'll see what I can do. Until then – bye!