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Chapter 34: Favorite Photo of Us

Nicolette awoke to what sounded like slamming from below her, with a groan. Her face and half her naked chest had been lying on Max's naked chest with his bare arms wrapped around her body. The comforter covered any private parts from view, just falling over her chest and their backsides.

The slamming sound occurred again and then a shout.

"NICOLETTE ANNE GREY!"

That woke up Max.

Both hurriedly rolled out of bed, suddenly wide awake and pulled on their clothes from the night before. Just as the one and only Christian Grey stormed into the bedroom, heading straight for Max.

"What the hell did you think you were doing, huh?!" Christian shouted, a confused look passed over Max's face before understanding dawned on him.

"Sir, with all due respect, I love Nicolette..." Max started.

"You love her huh? She's seventeen! It is illegal for you two to be doing this!" Christian hissed, his face was about as red as his hair. Nicolette recoiled, pulling herself into Max's arms and burring her head against his shoulder.

"Daddy we love each other. You obviously had sex out of marriage! Because ta-da I'm here!" Nicolette glared, in her mind what she and Max did the night before was none of Christian's business.

"Nicolette Anne Grey! Ryan is waiting for you downstairs, go. He'll take you back to the house." Christian hissed at his daughter, his girl that he knew wasn't sexually active four hours earlier, but now he couldn't grasp his own reality.

"No!" And her rebelling didn't help anything either.

"GO!" Christian shouted, Max sent a soft glare towards Christian before forcing Nicolette to look at him by guiding her chin up.

"Nikks, go. I'll be fine, go inside with Ryan. This probably isn't something you want to watch." Max whispered, Nicolette stuck out her bottom lip and bit on the inside just below her lip, searching Max's eyes for something to worry about.

Finding none, she pressed her lips to his quickly, being separated by Christian's shout of rebellion, and walked down the stairs.

Both men watched out the window as Nicolette was being led out by a very flustered looking Ryan. When Christian suddenly turned on Max.

"She was fucking healing! And you decide to do that?!" Christian hissed.

"Sir, Nicolette will always be healing, she will always have that cloud over her. But she has finally realized that it shouldn't come in between her every day activities. Even nightly ones. And to tell you the truth. I wouldn't have done any of that, if Nicolette hadn't consented. If there was a point at all last night where she was uncomfortable with what we were doing, she hid it pretty damn well." Max scoffed.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Christian shouted.

"Fucking dare what? Please tell me. Your wife is pregnant, you impregnated a girl when you were eighteen- and she seventeen. There is no reason why Nicolette should feel like she can listen to you on this subject. Nicolette is no Albert Einstein, but she can do the math. Yes, Nicolette and I were sexually active last night, but no I wouldn't have done anything she wasn't and isn't ok with." Max insisted.

"That's not the fucking point!" Christian shouted.

"Then what is? The fact that she isn't four? I know you probably wish that you could have been there for her, her entire life. But you couldn't! You didn't know! And she doesn't blame you! So what is your point?" Max shouted back. If Christian didn't know what had happened on that bed hours earlier, he would have sat down at that point; but he wasn't about to allow some punk kid think that he won an argument.

"Get the fuck out off of my property. And don't even think about coming back." Christian spat.

With a nod, Max complied with the leaving part.

Forty Minutes Later

Christian found Nicolette with Ana in the kitchen, both were out of their night clothes and laughing at something one of them had said; and for the second time that morning Christian felt his blood boil.

"Nicolette Anne Grey! What the hell were you thinking?!" Christian shouted.

"What did you tell Max?! He doesn't think you'll let us spend Christmas together!" Nicolette growled back.

"What did I tell him? I told him what any other father would have told him after he had been caught sleeping with the under-aged and obviously easily persuaded daughter. And no, you will not be spending any more time with him." Christian ground out, Nicolette visibly recoiled.

"Dad, that's not fair. You had sex when you were my age!" Nicolette glared.

"Nicolette, it's different when you are a guy. Give me your phone and go get packed for your grandparents. We are spending the weekend with them." Christian hissed, Nicolette pursed her lips and Christian held out his hand. Begrudgingly, Nicolette placed her IPhone in her father's hand and walked out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom.

"You'll thank me for this one day!" Christian hollered after Nicolette, who turned and shot a deadly glare.

"I highly doubt it!"

Ana raised her brow at her husband as he laid the phone on the counter and groaned loudly.

"Christian... don't you think it's a little harsh on her to not let her see Max again?"

"No! They were fucking out in the tree house, it's like he didn't have any decency for her at all." Christian answered, shooting his wife a glare.

"Don't you glare at me mister. I'm not saying I agree with them having sex or grounding her, I'm just not agreeing with removing Max from her life. They do love each other, Christian." Ana frowned.

"Don't tell me that they love each other, because if he loved her, he wouldn't have done what he did last night." Christian growled, Ana raised her hands in a defensive motion and shook her head.

"Whatever you say husband, I don't agree with this though." Ana sighed, Christian huffed as Ana set the tea towel she was holding down and headed down the hall to pack for her in-laws.

...000...000 With Max...000...000

I don't care what her old man thinks, he isn't going to keep me from her again. We love each other, and we re-made our promises, nothing will keep us apart again. I watched as Billy and Joseph wrestled across the floor of the house, both were still in their mess clothes and had yet to shower for Christmas Dinner, when they spotted me.

"Hey Max!" Billy grinned his eleven year old toothy grin, it falling after he looked around and noticed that one- very important- person was missing.

"Where's Nicolette?" Joseph asked, his dark eyes falling.

"She's not coming boys, her dad wanted her with his family this Christmas, boys." I said, it wasn't a complete lie, but I wasn't about to tell them that her dad is pissed because I had 'sexual intercourse' with his daughter.

I'm not even ready to explain what 'sexual intercourse' is to Joseph yet.

The boys groaned and whined, before Billy took advantage and tackled Joseph, distracting them once again.

I ambled to my bedroom where a framed picture of Nicolette and I sat proudly on by bedside table.

It was the picture LeeAnn had taken when neither one of us were looking, we were too busy staring in each others' eyes and laughing at something I'm sure I said. Her wild red hair had been down that day and was blowing in the breeze, her smile lighting up the entire photo as I held onto her. I'm sure if a stranger was looking at the photo, they'd tell us that we posed, her white dress blowing in the breeze with her hair and my arms wrapped tightly around her.

That's my favorite photo of us.