Narrator POV

It was five thirty in the morning and Ana was laying on her back, staring deeply at the intricate designs on the ceiling. Christian was wrapped around her body with his head on her chest and limbs wrapped around her body. Ana was deep in thought about the events that took place the night before. She could not stop thinking about Mia's antics and her ploy to create tension between the two of them. More than Mia's lies, it was Christian's reaction which broke her heart. The way he spoke to Ana made her doubt their relationship for the first time. The level of maturity and understanding the two of them should have felt missing. The rainbow colored sunglasses were slowly being lifted from her eyes, and she felt terrified about what was going on. Being an aquarius, Ana had a tendency to overthink the most minute occurrences in her life, so this was ginormous for her.

"Sleep Anastasia." A hoarse voice pulled Ana out of her thoughts and she immediately flinched. Christian felt her movements and slowly untangled himself from her. Reaching over Ana's body, he switched the lamp on and propped himself on his elbow. Christian knew something was wrong; he could feel her brain churning a million thoughts a minute.

"What's wrong, baby?" Christian asked, his tone adopting a softer tone.

"I don't know… I'm sad." Ana's bottom lip trembled and she could feel the tightening of her throat. "It's hard for me to talk about my emotions and feelings, and you know that." She paused while taking a deep breath. "You really really hurt me today. I thought I was overreacting, but I deserve respect from you. You had no right to come at me like you did, and I'm still pissed. So I do actually know what's going on." Christian could tell she was not happy at all. "I can't keep accepting whatever you throw at me, and you shouldn't let me bitch and moan about stupid shit either. But, I'm tired Christian. I hate when people misunderstand me and I can't imagine how deranged our dynamic is going to be if we continue doing this." She took a deep breath and continued looking at the ceiling. If she looked at him, she would cry; and she wanted to maintain a leveled head. "I swear I did not say anything out of line to Mia. I hate to be bringing this up because she's your sister, but she called me a bitch and demanded that I change everyone's plans for her. And fuck it, I am going to have a bachelorette party because I am only getting married once. I want to have fun, and I am done being apologetic." Christian was letting Ana rant because he knew he messed up. He was under so much pressure at work, so when Mia called him sobbing, he immediately reacted with no confirmation of what was happening. He didn't even think because he needed to have something under control. His work was a mess and he felt overwhelmed to the point where he wanted to rip his hair out of his scalp.

Christian kept staring at Ana's face and his gaze immediately softened once he saw the unshed tears in her eyes. "Please say something." Ana whispered, her hand pushing away the hair that was obstructing her view.

"I reacted impulsively. I didn't think before I called you and that is completely on me. Work has been kicking my ass and I should have communicated with you better. I'll try to figure out what's been going on with Mia. No one should call you names. I'm truly sorry, baby." He leaned down and pulled Ana on himself, tucking her head in his chest.

"It's okay and I'm sorry if I said or did something to hurt you." Ana mumbled against his throat. "I tried to forget about this but I don't think we should keep putting on band-aids as a temporary solution for our issues. We need to be mature and discuss our issues."

"Hmm… I agree. I love you so much, my love. I cannot imagine a life without you. Please don't leave me." Christian could feel the fear gnawing at his chest.

"Shh! I would never leave you. We've been through so much our entire lives, and this is a new experience for us. Every relationship has their ups and downs, but what makes our relationship real is how we deal with our issues. We both have enough trauma to last us our entire life; but I just want to be happy. I want to live my life stress free; with my loving husband who understands me and has my back."

APOV

I need Christian to understand that what happened yesterday should not be happening. We've both approached our relationship with googly eyes, but it's time for us to bring in a little practicality. "Christian?" He hasn't said anything for a hot minute.

"I'm just processing everything. You're right. I need to take a step back and assess where I want to be in life. It's time for me to put us first and my work second. I've made enough money to last a hundred generations." His hand kept rubbing up and down my back, and I knew it's his nervous tick. "Work stressed me out so much and I couldn't function properly. I promise it won't happen again." He is the sweetest soul ever and I knew something was up when he spoke to me that way. I lean up and give him a loud kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I love you deep. Go to sleep, and we will start afresh after we wake up. Thank you baby." I love him more than words can describe.

"Good night love." Pressing a kiss to the top of my head, he nestled my head in his neck and pulled me impossibly closer to him.

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I was on my private jet flying to LA for the Grammys. I really didn't want to go and leave Christian with his thoughts, but I'll be back before midnight. I didn't want to leave Christian and I'm sure Gail and Taylor could tell how clingy we both were for each other. I put the Mia thing on the back of my mind, and I'm going to let Christian deal with it. I'm still petty as fuck though, so I sent him the recording of our phone call since all my calls are recorded for security purposes.

"...is that okay?" My choreographer pulls me out of my thoughts and lays down his iPad in front of me. I was doing a joint performance with Ed Sheeran and Gary Clark Jr. for Stevie Wonder, so I didn't really have to worry too much about dancing. There were a couple small portions where I was dancing, but it wasn't too hardcore.

"Yeah, and I was wondering if we could do a final rehearsal with everything and everyone? Just to make sure it goes smoothly." I was a control freak when I worked, and my team had seen how extreme I can be. We've done a walk through of the whole performance more times than I can count, but I still wasn't completely happy. I need to perform with Ed and Gary to make sure everything goes smoothly.

"I don't know because we might not have enough time or the correct space." One of the guys on my team contributed. Being a woman and a boss was never easy. No matter who I was and what I had accomplished, men always tried to subdue me and refuse my demands.

"I'm sorry, I meant to say that I will be rehearsing with everyone before the official performance. I would get to planning where we want to practice and probably contact the Grammy team, because I know damn well they'd be more than happy to allocate a place for us. This is the biggest and most important performance tonight, and I refuse to disappoint Stevie fucking Wonder or anyone watching us." I pay these people to help me, and yet, they find it easier to make excuses. "Y'all know not to test me before I perform, but y'all continue putting me down and not listening to me." Yeah, I was pissed. "Now, let's get to making some phone calls and figuring this shit out. Thank you." I look back into my laptop screen and watch everyone quietly get back to work.

I miss you. - Christian

We just saw each other three hours ago -Anastasia

Are you okay? You seem angry. - Christian

I'm sorry. People are incompetent sometimes. I love you. - Anastasia

I'll explain it once I get home. Gotta focus on the performance babes. - Anastasia

Okay, I love you too. Break a leg. - Christian

I love this man so much.

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Narrator's POV

While Ana was getting mic'd, Christian was sitting at home watching the Grammys on the TV. He had his laptop on his lap and he was nursing a glass of his favorite whiskey. While he was trying to complete his work, he couldn't help and think about what was going on with Mia. She seemed to be a different person, or she had always been like this and he'd never noticed.

Christian spoiled Mia more than anyone could imagine. Made sure she had everything she asked for and never said no. Looking back, he realized that he should have noticed the erratic patterns Mia was displaying. He'd never been strict with Mia, but things had to change. He refused to allow anyone to talk to his wife in an inappropriate way.

Making a mental note of arranging a meeting with Mia on Monday, he turned his attention to the television. Ana looked gorgeous in her black mini dress and her vocals were out of this world.

Unbeknownst to Christian, Ana was planning on taking a long break from show business after this performance. She had felt so incredibly overwhelmed and overstimulated these past few months on a professional front; and she knew she deserved a break after grinding non-stop for over a decade.

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APOV

As the plane touched down on the private tarmac, I could feel the excitement bubbling in my body. I was officially starting my vacation and spending time on myself… and trying to be happy. No stress, no anxiety. Pure bliss.

I look out the window to see an entourage of vehicles waiting to transport my crew back to their destinations. I could also see the line of G-Wagons with security personnel carefully guarding Christian's sports car. I rush out the plane and walk over to Christian, a wide smile adorning my face. This man was my home, my sanctuary. "Hi baby." I was wearing an oversized black hoodie which engulfed my entire body. Giving him a quick peck, I wrap my hands around his waist and inhale his amazing scent.

"You did amazing today. Are you hungry?" He abruptly changed the conversation once he heard my stomach growling. Awkward.

"I haven't eaten anything since lunch because I was trying to avoid looking bloated in my dress." I whisper, scared of his reaction. I knew how sensitive he was about food and not eating on time.

"You know how I feel about that, don't you?" Yep, he was mad. He brushed his lips against mine. "Come, let's get you some food." He pulled me towards the passenger seat and helped me settle down.

"Did you watch me?" I asked and I'm pretty sure he could see the twinkle in my eyes. I was happy as fuck right now.

"I did and you crushed it." He's so handsome when he smiles.

"Thank you." I whispered bashfully. "I would really like a sandwich. Like the one you made me the other day! I'm still dreaming about it." He'd made me a pesto and turkey sandwich and it was the best sandwich I have ever had in my life. So yummy.

Once we got home, I told him about the plane incident and watched as he carefully assembled my sandwich. As he handed me the plate with the sandwich, I immediately grabbed it and walked to the couch in the living room. "I was wondering if you want to go on a vacation with me to Turks and Caicos? I know work is stressful but I think you should ease it a little bit and actually enjoy life." I was tired of seeing my man so worked up all the time.

"I would like that." He said after a pause. "I'll arrange it as soon as I can"

"No, I'll take care of it. I want you to be focused on tying any loose ends and making sure you will not be bothered when we're there. I promise I won't be stupid." I said while rolling my eyes playfully.

"Did I see you rolling your eyes at me, Mrs. Grey?" His voice got deep and I immediately choked on my sandwich. He's definitely not going to let me sleep tonight. "Hurry up and eat. I need to remind you of some things." I put the last bite in my mouth and started chewing at a much slower pace than I was before. "Anastasia."

"I'm sorry baby." I put the plate away on the coffee table, and planned my escape. "It was a joke, I swear." I saw Christian staring deep into my soul, and I leaped up from the couch and ran towards our room. "Eeeeeeek!" He was too close to me, and I was scared.

"Ana! Be careful!" I could hear the growl in his chest as he leisurely sauntered behind me. That's even scarier than him being mad. He's going to ravage me tonight.

I jump into the bed and pray he goes easy on me. Even though I am being delusional because he hasn't been with me for over twenty-four hours. I yelped as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him. God bless me.

A/N

I'm baaaaaaaack!