A/N: Ah, it's my last day before I return back to work tomorrow so I thought I might write a quick chapter until the next time, which might be Friday! I'm glad I got good feedback on my last chapter. I really enjoyed writing it, Happy Ana makes me happy!
Chapter 19 – Blue Blue Blue.
I drag the paint brush down the last cream wall and look at my handy work. I decided to take this room on as my own. I didn't want the decor team to put this together.
I'm in a white jumper with jean dungarees over the top. I look like the typical mother to be. Christian had some work to do, so I thought I would continue what I started. Light blue is now covering each wall, it feels so light and spacious in here. Once I cover the last bit of white, I lay myself on the floor and look up at the ceiling.
It's all coming together now. Baby boy Grey, this is your room! I close my eyes and dream of him being in here, playing with trains and cars.
I feel something wet touch my nose and I instantly crinkle my face. What the? I open my eyes to Christian staring over me with a massive grin on his face. I narrow my eyes.
"I think, you got some on your face" he laughs. Oh ha ha, funny fifty. I pull myself up and wipe my nose. Blue is smeared on my hand. I look up to his face and smirk. Game on Grey.
I pick up the paint brush from beside of me and flick paint all over his nice, black shirt. He looks shocked as he looks down his shirt. I bite my lip. I can't work out if I am going to be in big trouble or he wants to play this game too.
His eyes catch mine and they are sparkling. Ut oh. I've done it now.
"Oh, that was a bad move Mrs Grey" he speaks, his voice like velvet and so fucking sexy. He kneels down in front of me, then pushes me back. He is over me and I'm lost in his eyes. Using his dazzling expertise, he takes the paint brush from my hand. I gulp not knowing what he is going to do.
He is smirking so hard right now and I am so turned on. The paint brush in his hand glides across my cheek and it makes me giggle.
"You look like a smurf" he speaks and I can't help but giggle more. Oh fifty, I love you.
He kisses me and I find my hands in his hair. Once he pulls his face away, the blue from my face has repeated on to his, and it's silly in even with that – he still looks so fucking hot!
"C'mon, we need to shower" he says as he helps me up of the floor. I follow his lead and get lost in the shower for the next hour.
-x-
"I want to go shopping" I say whilst shoving salmon in to my mouth. It is cooked to perfection and I cannot get it in quick enough.
"Shopping? What for? I'd love to take you shopping" Christian cocks his eyebrow. I don't think I have yet to let him properly take me shopping. I like to browse Target and Walmart and let's be honest – Mr Grey doesn't go to those shops.
"I want to look at baby things" Oh these potatoes too, they are just heavenly.
"Sounds good. I'll get Taylor to get the car ready". He fiddles around on his phone and then continues to eat his lunch.
I have no idea really what I am looking for, but I figure Baby's R Us will hold some answers. We walk in and notice suddenly all these woman look at Christian, with their eyes wide. Ugh, seriously, he's holding my hand and I'm clearly pregnant. Calm Ana, I chant to myself, he's your husband. We go aisle by aisle and have a thorough look at each item.
Oh, I notice something that catches my eye. A breast pump. It looks like those milking machines for cows. Well, I guess they're for the same purpose I giggle to myself. I pick up the box and read it carefully. I literally get milked. Oh, I'm not sure what I expected but I didn't expect this. A warm hand is placed on my lower back and I peek up at Christian feeling a bit embarrassed.
"What is that?" he asks and he looks a little amused. Oh Christian, like hell will you see me wearing this!
"Something I'm going to need" I shyly reply and place it into the cart. Red faced, I walk a little further. I turn around and see him pick up the box. I narrow my eyes, god damn it Christian.
I watch him intently as he reads the back and I see a smile play on his lips.
"I see" he says and places it back into the cart and walks towards me.
"I could always help you with that" and I am confused. What?
"Huh?"
"I've always wanted to try breast milk" I am shocked. My mouth has hit the floor. This is just too much. I look around and make sure no one is around to hear us.
"oh" was all I could say. He is enjoying himself too much. He places a kiss on my forehead and pushes the cart forward.
"What about this?" Christian picks up a blue teddy bear. It's small and really cute, just like Christian. How can I say no?
"Babies first bear!" I say as he puts the little blue bear with our other items.
We walk towards the counter and I am overwhelmed by the amount of stuff we have. Christian has bought what I feel like is the whole shop. I have everything I could ever need and possible more. I mean, who needs 5 different style play mats for one child? I did try to explain that baby boy probably won't need 5 and definitely won't need them so soon but he looked at me with those excited gray eyes and I just couldn't say no.
Welcome to the world of Christian Grey, little one. I didn't even pay attention to how much it all cost but it definitely wasn't cheap. We have bags and bags, so much so that I see Taylor stifle a cough when we come outside with 4 carts and apparently we are not done yer.
I'm taken to a top designer place, no idea what the name was – to find baby boy a perfect crib. I look at crib, after crib and I finally settle on a white beech wood crib that I think would go really well in his room and it comes with a matching changing table – score!
Next I pick a bassinet to next to my side of the bed and I notice on how Christian takes a step back and entirely lets me pick what I want.
With our things placed to arrive a few weeks before baby is born we head out of the shop and back into the car. I yawn and I feel beat. My ankles are sore and I could really do with a lie down. I place my head against Christian's shoulder and let my eyes close – just for a second.
"Baby, we are home" I hear the soft coo's of Christian and open my eyes slowly. Christian helps me in to our house and I sit myself on a breakfast stool.
"Tea Ana?" Mrs Jones asks and I nod.
"Are you sure it's okay for my family to come over still?" Christian asks weary. Shoot! I forgot today was the day we are telling them about the gender. With everything that had went on we didn't reveal to anyone that we are having a boy. I yawn and try to smile at the same time.
"Of course".
Gail is cooking up a storm and it smells divine. She's got her work cut out from cooking for 2 to the whole Grey family! Lease we can put our huge new dining table to the test.
It's 6pm and I know they will all be arriving soon. I look down at my clothes and I feel frumpy. The blue dress seems to flow more over my bump than it did the other day. I feel like a whale. I am only 26 weeks and still have time to get even bigger. I sigh, Just call me Free Willy.
"There you are, my parents are here- you ready?" Christian asks and I smile. My hand is against his cheek and I notice him push his face further into my hand.
"Come" he says and we make our way down stairs.
Grace looks beautiful in her dark, emerald green dress – it's long and flows straight to the floor. I feel under dressed now.
"Oh Ana, you look wonderful. Pregnancy suits you" I smile but I don't agree. I'm sweating like a pig and my ankles hurt from standing all ready. Christ, help me lord to get through 14 more weeks of this!
Carrick kisses both of my cheeks and tells me I look radiant. I'm pretty sure that's just the sweat glistening on my forehead.
Elliott and Kate arrive with Mia, I kiss and hug each one of them. We all make our way into the lounge room to have small talk whist Mrs Jones finishes up on our dinner. The smell of it is following me around each room, taunting me. I cannot wait to dive in.
"Oh Ana! I cannot wait to find out the gender" Mia squeals. She's been pestering me all week about it and it took me a lot not to just spill the beans to shut her up. I giggle. Patience Mia.
"After dinner" I repeat and she pouts.
"Dinner is served" Gail speaks and we all make our way into the dining room. I waddle behind my family.
On the table displayed is a big buffet of food. I head straight for the mash potatoes. I covered them in extra butter and I hear little murmur besides me. Christian is holding back his laughter as I douse my potatoes in butter.
I cock my head to the side and he shakes his in response. I choose to ignore him and look around the table for the next thing I want. Nope, not lamb – nope, I don't want greens or salad. Hmm, where are they? I scan the table again, Nope, not bread rolls or olives. I frown and go to get up out of my seat.
"You okay?" Christian asks and I nod.
"Two seconds" I reply and quickly walk out of the dining room into the kitchen. Gail notices me and smiles.
"Everything okay Ana?"
"Sure – just one thing" and I notice her look a little confused.
"Do we have any pickles?" and I see a smile spread over Gail's face. She goes into the top cupboard and hands me the large jar of pickles. My stomach rumbles and this is what I have been searching for.
"Thank you" I answer and head my way back to the table.
Everyone is engrossed in chatter, that I don't even think they noticed me leave. I plop back down in my seat and open the jar. Even the smell satisfies me.
I pop 6 pickles onto my plate and close the lid.
"Interesting choice of food" Christian says as he places his hand on my knee. I smile hugely at him and shove a pickle into my mouth. I flutter my eyes slightly – oh yes, this is heaven. Who knew pickles could make me so happy!
"Enjoying that are we?" I notice Christian starting at me and I flush.
"Very much so"
"Hmm. Be careful Mrs Grey, the way you're handling those in your mouth. Mm, it's turning me on" he whispers in my ear. I nearly choke and quickly have to readjust my facial expression. Hoe does he do that? Even in a room full of family members, he still makes my libido jump for joy.
After pretty much destroying the whole bowl of potatoes and a jar of pickles I feel stuffed. Though I definitely have room for dessert.
The cake for dessert is the way we are revealing the baby gender. Mrs Jones slaved away on this cake all morning and placed correct gender colour inside the white cake.
Of course Christian and I already know the colour, but the rest of the Grey's cannot contain their excitement.
Gail brings out the cake after Gretchen – who Christian stole off of Grace for the evening – Cleared our plates.
"Right ladies and Gentlemen – take your bets" Christian speaks and he is gleaming.
"Boy" Kate says
"Girl – it just has to be a girl" Mia whines. I know she wants a cute little shopping partner.
"Girl – Christian doesn't have enough balls to make a boy" Elliott laughs and Christian places his middle finger up to him.
"funny"
"Boy" Grace joins in "Though, I don't really mind. I just cannot wait to be a grandma".
"Boy" Carrick agrees.
"3 against 2" Christian announces and picks up the cake cutter. Like on our wedding day, he passes me the cutter then places his hands over mine.
Together we cut into the cake and all of the Grey's faces are glued to the cake. I notice Mia jumping up and down as we slowly slice in and pull out the slice.
We place the slice on the plate and everyone is cheering.
"BOY!" Grace screeches and kisses Carrick on the cheek.
"Congratulations Bro – I didn't think you had it in you" Elliott says as he shakes Christian's hand and pulls him in for a hug.
Kate and Mia are by my side and squealing in my ears.
"Oh Ana, I'm so happy for you – Ava really needs a cousin to play with!" Kate explains as she looks down at her sleeping daughter in her pram.
"So have you thought of any names?" Elliott asks Christian and he looks down at me with nothing but love.
We decided on a name the other evening and have been keeping it on the down low.
"Yes" I reply and giggle.
"What is it? C'mon Ana!" Mia chimes in.
"Shall we?" I ask fifty and his smile answers my question.
"Well everyone, I hope you're ready. In roughly 14 weeks you'll all meet a little Theodore Raymond Grey!" Christian speaks with such pride and it hits me that our baby is a real person. He has fingers and toes – and now a name! I cannot comprehend how happy I feel right now. A tear rolls down my cheek but Christian catches it with his finger before it hits my chin.
"I love you" He says and I kiss him on the lips.
"I love you too".