Author's note: Hello, guys! I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. (:
The story picks up on the 28th September, three weeks before Ana and Christian's wedding. I received a lot of messages asking if the sequel would cover the wedding. My answer? Of course it does! I couldn't marry these two and not write about it!
Like Forbidden Lust, there will be romance, passion, drama and tears. But once again, this isn't and will never be a cheating story. That I can promise you.
I hope you enjoy the latest instalment…
Chapter One - The Return.
"Are you on your way?"
"This is the fourth time you've phoned me asking where I am, Anastasia."
"And this is the fourth time you've brushed me off!" I spin on my heel and start pacing the porcelain floor of the lobby, puffing my cheeks out and rolling my eyes knowing full well he can't see me. "Everyone else has seen him, Christian! You told me I couldn't go in there without you."
He sighs heavily through the phone and I can just picture him running his hands through his hair in frustration, frustration with me because I keep bugging him. I can't help it though, Megan gave birth three hours ago and while we've only been here for forty-five minutes, they've all seen the baby and I haven't. I'm starting to get crabby.
Although to my fiancé's credit, he did only land at Sea-Tac an hour ago. Christian's been in New York all week. He wanted me to go with him but I still have so much to do for the wedding, the mere thought of being away for seven days gave me palpations. So I sent him off alone, promising that I'd be naked and waiting for him when he got home, ready for all kinds of rough and dirty sex. So much for that plan.
"Traffic's a bitch. Taylor's driving like a bat out of hell though, even if I am struggling to see why. The baby won't change over the next hour, Ana."
"That's not the point." I whine like a spoilt toddler. "I've missed you."
This should win him over. To say it's been torture this past week is an understatement. We've spoken over the phone four to five times a day, plus the occasional Skype date but it's not the same. Even the phone sex yesterday afternoon refused to quench my thirst for him, nothing will until I get my man back in my arms, where he belongs.
"You have no idea," I groan unashamedly, biting my lip when I hear his responding growl. This feels totally inappropriate considering where I am but still, he turns me on regardless.
"How can you expect me to come to the fucking hospital when all I want to do is take you to bed?"
Well fuck if that didn't drench my panties. I can practically hear his grin through the phone and it's doing nothing to calm me down. Seeing the baby is growing more and more unappealing by the second.
"We're being supportive, Christian. There's plenty of time for sex."
"Anastasia, we've been apart all week. There aren't enough hours in a day for what I need to do to you."
"Leave that thinking in the car. Infant ears and all." I turn when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Kate leans into Elliot's side as he wraps an arm around her shoulders, dropping a kiss to her temple. "I promise this is the last time I'll call you. Just don't be long."
"Why don't you just go up there?" Kate asks me when I hang up.
"No, I want to wait for Christian. How's Megan?"
She grins and tilts her head to the side, shifting from foot to foot in giddy excitement. it's contagious. Megan's due date isn't for another week but I'm delighted the little one decided to come early, I'd had these awful visions of her waters breaking during the ceremony or something. At least this way they can maybe come to the wedding now, it wouldn't be the same for Christian if Dylan wasn't there.
"Glowing. Dylan's proud as hell."
"I don't know why," Elliot scoffs and shakes his head. "It's all diapers, vomit and shit for him from now on. Where's the fucking fun in that?" Kate swings her arm out and socks him in the stomach, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"Ass. Go fetch the car."
"You're leaving?" She bows her head and fluffs the roots of her hair with her fingertips, a nervous habit she's picked up over the years.
"I'm umm…I'm meeting Ethan for dinner."
Oh. It sickens me that this is awkward, it sickens me that thinking about Ethan is awkward but that's just the way it is now. I still haven't seen him since he decided to accost me outside work and I'm not sure I want to either. Not only would it cause problems between me and Christian, I'm still pissed at him for saying the things he did. That's a friendship that'll never be the same again.
"I know you don't want to see him, and I don't blame you, Steele. But he really misses you. Isn't there any way you can-"
"No, Kate, there isn't." I sigh and rub my forehead with my fingers. "This isn't the time to discuss this. I don't want Christian walking in on this conversation. Not today. "
"I get it, Ana. My brother's a dickhead. I don't even know why I'm giving him the time of day."
"Because he's your brother and you love him." I reach out, stroking her arm through the fabric of her royal blue sweater dress. "It doesn't mean I have to like him right now, though. Even if I do miss him sometimes."
Kate nods her head sadly, a soft smile on her lips as she leans into kiss me on the cheek. "Like I said, I get it. I just need to knock some damn sense into his thick skull. Preferably with a sledgehammer."
"You know where I am if you need any help with that."
Fifteen minutes later, Christian Grey bursts through the double doors like the place is on fire. He's still in his suit. His hair is a mess, his shirt is crumpled and his tie looks dishevelled - He looks so breathtakingly beautiful, I can hardly bear it. He spots me in a nanosecond, a salacious smirk spreading across his face as he saunters towards me.
"Mr Grey." He holds his hand out, pulling me into his hold when I take it. Fuck, he smells good. "I was starting to think you were a no show."
"When have I ever not showed up for you?" I don't even get the chance to respond because he's kissing me like we've been apart for a month, not a week. I fist my hands in his hair and tilt my face, allowing him to slant his mouth over mine so he can deepen the kiss. It's rough, it's wet and it's sloppy. It's everything I've missed. He could make me come just by doing this. "I missed you so fucking much." He pants when he breaks away from me.
"Ditto." I grin and swipe my thumb across his lips, wiping away the remnants of my peach lip-gloss. "How was your trip?"
"Long and tedious. I'll tell you everything later." He bends to kiss me again, but this time it's soft and chaste, calming the throb in-between my thighs somewhat. "Don't we have a baby to go and drool over?"
Christian knocks on the door to Megan's room three times. The walls are a pale yellow with neutral yet bright artwork adorning the walls. Balloons surround the room and a beautiful bouquet of flowers sit on the nightstand beside Megan's bed. But right there in the centre of it all is a brand new Mommy cradling her newborn son, swaddled in a soft, pale blue blanket. Dylan's standing at the side of the bed, snapping pictures of his beautiful family on his iPhone, grinning like the proud Father he clearly is, and rightfully so, too.
Christian pulls him in for one of those, manly slap on the back hugs, clasping his shoulder roughly and offering his congratulations when I lean into kiss Megan on the cheek. Her hair is pinned into a bedraggled ponytail and her eyes are dark and puffy. She looks beyond exhausted but she's still gorgeous none the less. She's beaming.
"This," Megan shifts the position of her arms and peels the blanket away from her baby's face slightly. "Is Henry. Henry, this is Ana and Christian, your most favourite babysitters."
Then I see him. The most beautiful baby I think I've ever laid eyes on in my life. He waves his little fist in the air as he yawns the biggest yawn, snuggling his face into the comfort of his warm blanket as his Mommy strokes the super soft skin of his cheek, pulling back his tiny stocking cap slightly. I can't take my eyes off him. I feel Christian behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder as he says something to Megan but I can't hear him. I'm too enamoured with this gorgeous little boy to focus on anything else.
"Was it horrible?" I ask her, leaning in to stroke a finger down Henry's tiny button nose. Megan snorts and chuckles quietly, rocking the blue bundle in her arms softly.
"Nothing will get me doing that again."
"She was amazing." Dylan rounds the bed and stretches his arm out above his wife's head, placing his other hand at the back of Henry's neck, holding them both the best he can right now.
"He's so beautiful," I gush.
"He's definitely something. We couldn't be happier for you, could we, baby?" I shake my head and move into Christian's hold, grasping the hand that's loosely draped over my shoulder.
"Would you like to hold him?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. Everyone else has had a turn."
Megan shifts again, turning to the side as she hands over the most precious thing in her life. I can't remember the last time I actually held a baby, but as soon as she places Henry in my arms it all comes flooding back. I gently rock him, grinning when he wraps his tiny hand around my ring finger, grasping for dear life. I don't even realise I'm walking around the room with him until I look up, catching Christian's eye as Dylan fluffs Megan's pillows and bends down to whisper something in her ear.
He's so small and perfect. I can't believe how amazing childbirth actually is, one minute you're walking around like a whale and the next, you have a gorgeous baby in your arms. How the hell does that happen? It's incredible. Henry yawns again and stretches his little legs out. Then he opens his eyes and I literally have to hold my breath. He's looking right at me, blinking softly as his fist bumps his chin. I can't believe he's looking at me, I know he's not actually looking at me but still, it doesn't change how amazing this feels.
"Look at him, Christian. Isn't he gorgeous?" My man peers over my shoulder and reaches into the blanket, one of his long fingers stroking Henry's tiny ones. "Do you want a turn?"
"No, I'm fine. I haven't held a baby since Mia. Even then my Mom sat beside me with her hands stretched out the whole time in case I dropped her."
"You'll be fine, I'll show you."
I can't help but smile at how uncomfortable he looks in this moment. His large hand wraps around Henry's little butt as his other arm supports his head and neck. I don't know what he's so worried about, the second the baby stops wriggling I can tell he's a complete natural. I don't think I've ever wanted him more. There's something incredibly sexy about a man holding a child, it's so alluring.
I glance across the room to see Dylan perched on the side of Megan's bed, kissing her knuckles as she leans into him, rubbing her now much flatter stomach. I almost feel like I'm intruding, they look so in love right now, so happy. Do all couples feel like this after having a baby? Does it feel as amazing as it looks?
My heart drops into my stomach as I drink our friends in, whispering softly and sharing sweet kisses as Christian cradles their baby in his strong arms. Their whole world has been rocked upside down but for the absolute better, they have a son now. A tiny person made from their love for each other, another human being depending solely on them.
Oh god. I feel…I'm feeling it.
"Christian," I take a step closer, placing my hand on the back of Christian's at Henry's cute butt. "Christian?"
"Hmm?" He's completely enamoured with him. I don't think he's stopped grinning since I placed the baby in his arms.
"I think I'm ready."
"Huh?" He lifts his head and looks at me, still stroking Henry's cheek. "Ready for what? You want to head home?"
"No." I laugh quietly. "I mean this," I take a deep breath and move closer to the beautiful scene in front of me, my breathing shaky and my legs wobbly. "I think I'm ready for this."
Christian frowns for a second, raking over me from head to toe. Then he freezes. His arms stop rocking Henry, his eyes widen and his jaw drops. It's all clicked into place for him, my words washing over him like a tidal wave.
"You mean? You mean…I don't know what you mean?" I giggle and lean into kiss the side of his mouth, glancing down at the now sleeping baby in his arms.
"I feel ready, I've felt ready for a while but I wasn't one hundred percent sure. Not until now."
"I need you to say it, baby. I won't believe you until I hear you say the words."
Taking another deep breath, I tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear and lean on my tip toes so only Christian can hear what it is I'm about to say. Not that Dylan and Megan are listening, they're too immersed in each other to care what the hell we have to talk about.
"I'm ready to have your baby, Christian Grey."
As soon as the wheels hit the tarmac, my thoughts instantly drift to Ana who I pray to fucking God is where she said she'd be. Naked and in our bed, spread legged and wet for me. That's what her last text message said and I'll be damned if I wait another second longer to get my hands on her. Watching her pinching her sweet nipples as she circled her clit with the pad of her thumb during our Skype session did nothing to calm the need I have for her, the hunger.
This is the first time I've left her for a business trip and I've fucking hated every second of it, not touching her every day has sent me into a head spin. Not being able to smell her and feel her soft skin against mine. Missing out on the way she stretches as she wakes, pushing her delectable ass into my dick. Fuck, I've just missed her. Period.
Taylor loads my luggage into the trunk of the SUV as I turn my phone back on, grinning when I see a stream of texts from Ana filing through. One of these better be a dirty picture. Although what she tells me isn't exactly what I had in mind. Megan's given birth, and while I'm thrilled for two of my closest friends, spending the evening at the hospital isn't exactly how I envisioned my first night home. Being balls deep inside my hot as fuck fiancée is more like it.
"Northwest Hospital, Taylor."
I quickly fill him on why we're going when I see his eyes widen through the rear view mirror. It's impossible, but I quickly realise it's because he thinks something's happened to Ana. After all, the last time we rushed to Northwest was because…No, I don't even want to think about that. I can't think about that. Not now.
As soon as my girl's soft, sweet voice drifts through the phone I sink back into the leather upholstery, closing my eyes as the weight of being without her for a week washes away from me completely. She's close to me, I'll be back with her soon.
I could really do with a shower and a change of clothes but I know I won't have time for that. Ana's adamant I get to the hospital as soon as possible and if I'm being honest with myself, I'm pretty pumped to meet the baby, too. I couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that shot through me when I read Ana's message but how can I not be happy? My best friend just became a father for the first time, something he's wanted ever since he met his college girlfriend eight years ago.
Something I can totally and utterly relate to.
My heart slams against my rib cage when I see her waiting for me outside of what I presume is Megan's recovery suite, arms folded across her chest as she rocks back and forth on the heel of her knee length boots. She checks her watch, releases a breath and tucks a lock of hair behind her hair. She's wearing it down and loose, the way I love it. Dressed in a pair of tight jeans with an oversized off the shoulder sweater, she turns and bites her lip when I push through the double doors, completely ignoring the young, gawping Nurse in salmon coloured scrubs as she stumbles past me with a slack jaw and wide eyes.
"I was starting to think you were a no show."
Her lips are warm and soft, coated in a fruity sheen of gloss that tastes strangely erotic. I palm her ass, pushing her into me and when she presses her tits into the fabric of my dress shirt, I talk myself out of pushing her into an empty room and fucking her senseless, something I've wanted to ever since I left her last Sunday morning.
Fuck, she's so beautiful. My screensaver is Ana on both my phone and my laptop, I have an entire folder dedicated to her on my Blackberry, I must scroll through that thing countless times a day. I even had a small photo printed for the sleeve in my wallet last week. But nothing, nothing compares to this. Seeing my baby in the flesh, feeling her skin and holding her close to me. It's like everything else is meaningless, I closed on a multi-million deal whilst in New York, I actually closed during the first forty-eight hours but what the fuck does that matter? It's all materialistic bullshit compared to the amazing woman in my arms. Something I never thought I'd hear myself saying in a million years.
""You mean? You mean…I don't know what you mean?"
If it wasn't for the three-hour old baby in my, arms. I'd be on the fucking floor right now. I look at my future wife, willing for her to make solid eye contact with me. I can read her when she looks at me, I've always been able to see right through her but now all I feel is vulnerability. My throat tightens as blood rushes to my ears, if she's saying what I think she is I don't know what I'll do. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like a fucking lifetime.
"I feel ready, I've felt ready for a while now but I wasn't one hundred percent sure. Not until now."
"I need you to say it, baby. I won't believe you until I hear you say the words."
Ana takes a small step forward, smiling down at a sleeping Henry with nothing but adoration. A visual of her cradling our child creeps to the forefront of my mind. A little girl who looks the spit of her Mother, with chestnut curls, porcelain skin and sapphire blue eyes, nothing could be more beautiful than that. Everything seizes to exist the second she leans into my ear, her breath tickling my neck as she heavily exhales.
"I'm ready to have your baby, Christian Grey."
I don't remember leaving the hospital, I don't even remember handing Henry back to his Mother. The short ride to Escala is a blurry haze, Taylor's talking to me but I can't hear him. The only words I can focus on are Anastasia's as they play on repeat in my head over and over again. But the second the elevator doors open into the foyer, reality hits me in the face with the force of ten men.
She wants my baby. She's ready for a baby. Our baby.
Ana's flat on her back within seconds, sprawled across the table as the weight of my assault knocks the vase of Peonies onto the floor with a loud smash. I fist her sweater at the neck and pull hard and fast, tearing the useless cashmere away from her body before she can even react.
"Christian-" My right hand curls around her jaw, pulling her face to me so I can shut her up with a vigorous kiss. I kiss her like I've never fucking kissed her before, driving my tongue into her mouth as our teeth clash roughly. My left hand fists her hair and I tug at the roots, she gasps and throws her head back, lifting her legs so she can wrap them around my waist the best she can from the awkward position I have her in.
I feel like I'm on fire. She's yanking at my tie, her fumbling fingers struggling to unbutton my shirt. I try to help her but she won't let me, swatting my hands away and tilting her head so I can fuck her mouth. In the end she gives up, ripping at my shirt, sending the small buttons flying in every other direction, clattering against the floor. She wants this just as much as I do, and what makes it even better is the fact that she wants this for the same reason I do.
I know I can't make her pregnant right now. She's still on the pill as far as I'm aware and knowing Ana as well as I do, she wouldn't stop taking precautions without talking to me first. But knowing the woman I love wants to have my baby, wants to give me a family, well that drives me to unadulterated insanity all on it's own.
I toss her boots over my shoulder, not even bothering to check where they land. My slacks are at my ankles and Ana's jeans are tangled below her knees. As soon as I feel the snap of her panties, I drive into her with one smooth thrust. Holy mother fucking hell! Her palms flatten against my cheeks, holding my face still as I swivel my hips in a figure of eight, her eyes rolling into the back of her head when I grind against her G-Spot repeatedly.
"The cameras," She gaps. "Christian the cameras are on-"
"Don't think about the fucking cameras. Look at me, Ana," I roughly grasp her jaw and yank her face back to mine when she cranes her head to the wall behind us. "Just look at me. Feel me, baby." The surveillance room is empty but I'll delete this footage before anyone can view it, I just don't tell her that.
My cock slides in at out of her wet heat at a slow yet hard pace. I release her chin, lean down to kiss her and curl my hands underneath her shoulder blades so I can hold her still, I don't want her moving. I need to possess her right now, I need to fuck her and I need to fuck her good. The love I feel for my fiancée' is beyond overwhelming but this isn't soft and romantic. It's rough and raw. It's all consuming.
An hour ago, this would have just been sex after being apart for a week. I've been without her body for seven days. 168 hours and it's fucking killed me, her sweet pussy has been on my mind every minute of every day but it's different now. This feels different. I'm marking her, possessing her as mine in a way no-one ever can or ever will.
"I can't wait to have your baby,"
Oh fuck. I was dangerously close before, but now I'm hanging on by a thread. A flimsy as fuck thread that's about to snap at any second.
"Don't say that, Ana." I growl into her mouth, swivelling my hips again. "I can't…I can't take it."
"It's true, I can't help it. Thinking about you making me pregnant right now?" She pushes herself up onto her elbows and bites her lip as she locks eye contact, circling her hips and meeting me thrust for thrust. "It just makes me want to fuck you harder."
I do something I don't think I've ever done before. I blow before her. Burying my face in her neck, she fists a hand in my hair and bites down on the wing of my shoulder as I freeze completely, spurting thick streams of cum inside her. I'm totally and utterly paralysed, my toes curl and my palms flatten at the side of her head. I'm vaguely aware that she's coming on my pulsing cock but the edges of my vision are blurred and jaded, all I can feel is my own ecstasy, it's all I can focus on.
"You're such a devious little minx," Ana grins and pushes my perspiration soaked hair back, scratching my scalp with her fingernails. She's flushed and breathless with her tits poking out the cups of her bra, but she's still so fucking gorgeous. My dick twitches inside her but I don't think I'd be able to handle another round of that for at least half an hour. Well, twenty minutes at least. Okay, ten minutes.
"You started it, Grey. You can't expect me to lay there and take it like a gormless moron." She winces as I pull out of her, cum seeping down her thighs and onto the table.
"Damn that's hot."
"What?" Ana stands and wobbles slightly, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she tucks her breasts back into her bra.
"Our cum mixed together like that. Turns me the fuck on."
"You could go again after that?" I grin and pull my jeans back up, winking at her when I catch her checking out the package.
"You have met me, right?"
"Yeah, but still. You fucked the hell out of me."
"I'll do it again if you don't put your damn jeans back on." I cup her face, kiss her gorgeous lips and bend to pull her pants back up into place, popping a swift spank on her ass when I'm done. "Come on, we've got some CCTV footage to delete."
We're sat in bed, half naked whilst eating Macaroni and Cheese out of bowls, listening to Michael Bublé singing about going home. Quite a fitting song choice when I think about it. This is what I've missed the most, the intimacy. I've never been one for needing company, I quite happily lived on my own for fuck knows how long but since Ana came into my life, I can barely function if she's not near. Even when we're discussing trivial shit, it soothes me.
"Why now, what?" She pops a forkful of pasta into her mouth and chews slowly, kicking one leg over the other.
"Well, you said seeing Henry swayed it for you. But what if you hadn't? Would you have still been honest with me about feeling ready?"
Ana cocks her head to the side, her thick hair falling down her shoulder as her lips flatten into a thin line. It's not aggressive though, I can tell she's really thinking about her answer and I love her for that. She wouldn't be my Ana if all she gave me was some cock and bull story.
"I can't pin-point a time where it all fell into place for me," She starts. "I guess it just…clicked one day. Seeing Henry wasn't what pushed me to tell you, it was seeing Dylan and Megan together. They looked so happy, so complete. I want that for us."
I couldn't love her anymore if I tried. Here she sits in our bed, completely naked and bare faced, telling me how she truly feels. Something I've been desperate for ever since she was attacked. I've needed my Ana back.
"But you do want a baby? You're not just saying this because you think it's what I want to hear?"
"God no!" She mumbles through a mouthful of food, swallowing rapidly so she can finish. "I want a baby because I want a family with you, Christian. It just feels so right and natural." Then she looks at me and frowns, an adorable 'V' forming in the middle of her brows. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
Now it's my turn to frown, all wide-eyed and perturbed.
"Are you joking? Did that performance in the foyer not prove to you just how much I do want this?"
"I know that, but-"
"Baby," I stop her. Setting my half full bowl onto the nightstand. "I've wanted a child with you for as long as I can remember. Or have you forgotten my incessant nagging? That fight we had that lead me to hiding out at GEH like a pathetic dickhead? How I refused to communicate with you for more than ten seconds at a time?"
She giggles but I struggle to find the funny side. I still cringe whenever I think about those two god awful days of not talking to her. I acted like a fucking asshole and she didn't deserve it one iota, she just wasn't ready. I pushed her and she wasn't ready.
But she's ready now.
"It's a big step though, having children. It won't be easy."
"Now who's having second thoughts?" I joke.
"No, I'm not at all. I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't one-hundred percent sure. I could never do that to you." She stabs at her Macaroni with the tines of her fork. "I just don't want you to think this will be effortless. Having a baby can add a massive strain to a relationship, Christian. And what with the wedding,"
"Hey," I clasp her jaw in-between my finger and thumb, bringing my face close to hers so I can press our foreheads together. "I'm not saying this needs to happen now. We don't need to fall pregnant straight away." Ana snorts and laughs, stuffing the last of her pasta into her mouth before placing the bowl on the bed next to her.
"You do realise, as soon as I come off the pill it's a strong possibility? Especially with how often we go at it."
"Well, when are you thinking of stopping?"
"I don't know." She shrugs like we're discussing shoes. "Tomorrow?" I splutter and cough on my water, banging my chest with my fist to catch my breath. I expected her to say soon, but I never dreamt it would be this soon.
"Do you not think that's a good idea?"
"Are you kidding?" Pushing her down, I roll on top of her and kick her legs open with my knee. "Do you have any idea how fucking happy that makes me? Fuck, just thinking about it.."
Her breathing hitches when my hardening cock angrily pokes her inner thigh. What the fuck will I be like when she actually does stop taking her birth control? I can barely take it now. She still smells of hard sex, even though we've showered I can still smell it. That paired with the uncontrollable desire I have for her? It's a heady combination.
So I do the one thing I so desperately want. I throw her legs over my shoulders and devour her pussy like the starved man I am, nipping her clit and tossing her into a quick, body shattering climax before flipping her over and fucking her hard, gripping the headboard for leverage. Why does something tell me it wont be long before I'm knocking her up?
It's a strange feeling. Knowing the next time I have sex I could fall pregnant. But oddly enough, it's not a daunting one. I thought I'd be terrified once the novelty of Christian smothering me wears off but I'm not, I can't even begin to explain why or how, I just know I don't feel scared anymore.
This morning marks the first morning of me not taking my pill. After showering, the first thing I did was reach into the overhead cupboard at the vanity for the wash bag housing my trusty birth control. I've taken it every morning on and off for the past nine years but today was a first. It felt strangely liberating.
I'm applying my mascara when Christian leisurely strolls into the bathroom, his finger scrolling down his tablet as he leans against the doorjamb dressed in only his dark gray slacks, his button and belt still undone.
"Did you know your tits can shrink?"
"It says here that the female's breasts can shrink once she comes off the pill. It's fucking mind-boggling."
"Are you researching the side effects or something?"
I laugh loudly when I realise he's doing just that. He said something about looking into the medical facts last night but I thought he was dicking around. But watching him now, engrossed in his iPad as he continues to read whatever page he's currently on does something to me. He couldn't look anymore adorable if he tried. And hot. Just look at those abs…
"Did you know that?"
"I don't think that applies to me, Christian. My boobs have always been above average, I wouldn't worry."
"Thank fuck for that," He exhales and shakes his head, almost as if he's ridding himself of a disturbing image. Me flat-chested most probably. "I almost shit myself when I read thatarticle."
"Why are you reading it?" I turn back to the mirror, teasing the tendrils of hair framing my face as I fiddle with my chignon for the tenth time this morning.
"I'm just interested that's all." He says, pushing himself off the door and walking towards me. "I want to know how this decision affects your body, baby. I want to know it all, every little thing."
"The only thing I'm worried about is the cramps. That was the reason why I started taking birth control in the first place, after all. I've heard they return with a vengeance." Christian flips the cover on his tablet and sets it on the counter beside me before wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose into the back of my hair.
"Does that mean I'll have a grumpy little diva on my hands? Challenging me everyday?" I smirk at him through the glass. "It actually sounds quite hot."
"Oh yeah, like that do you, Grey?"
"I like it when you fight me. It turns me on like fuck." His hands splay across my stomach underneath my black tie belt. "Just how grumpy are we talking, though?"
"Hopefully I won't be." I try to shrug out of his hold so I can finish getting ready but he's adamant about keeping me locked down. I still haven't eaten breakfast yet and I'm vastly running out of time. "Baby, it's eight-ten-"
"I read about ovulation while you were in the shower." He cuts in, completely ignoring me. "That shit's fucking fascinating."
"You were what?" I ask him, stunned.
"Ovulation. Actually, turn around real quick."
"Why?" Christian has his hands on my shoulders but I don't budge, I'm concentrating on him through the mirror too much.
"I want to check if there's a change in your cervical mucus," My jaw drops to the floor as my eyes pop the fuck out of my head. Christian spins me around and bends to his knees, reaching for the hem of my Donna Karan jersey dress but I grab his wrist before he can hike it up.
"Whoa, Christian, what are you doing!"
"It'll only take a minute, baby. If it's clear and stretchy then it means you could be fertile, I just want to feel." His fingers creep into the side of my panties but I clench my thighs together in the hopes of stopping him. Not only will I be wet there anyway after this, but this is all getting a little too scientific for my liking.
"Christian, come here." I tell him in a soft tone, raking my fingers through his hair when he stands back up. "This isn't how I want this to go."
"What do you mean?"
He almost looks hurt that I've stopped him during his little 'check up'. I love that he's so excited about this and I adore him for wanting to be as prepared as he can be, but I don't want to turn this into some sort of clinical trial. We're a passionate, happy and loving couple. The last thing I want to do is turn sex into a chore. Plus, I've literally only just come off the pill. I doubt there would be all that much to look at this early on.
"I want this to happen naturally. I don't want ovulation charts and scheduled sex, I want us to carry on as normal. And as for giving me a vaginal exam first thing in the morning? You're my fiancé, not my Gynaecologist."
"But-" I press a finger to his lips, smirking when he furrows his brow in protest.
"It'll happen for us when it's meant to be, Christian. We'll get our baby when the time is right."
At that he grins wide, his beautiful gray orbs dancing with delight. I can't remember the last time I saw him this happy. Was it when I agreed to be his wife? I think so. But this feels different, he looks different. I actually resent myself for waiting this long to be honest, but I wasn't ready before whereas now I am. I'm stronger now and I feel stable enough to bring a child into the world. Christian Grey's child.
"Does that mean I get to fuck you silly every day and night?" I kiss the corner of his mouth and stroke the stubble on his unshaven cheek.
"Oh, yeah," I snort. "Like you've never done that before?"
"Kate, I'm working. Can't this wait an hour?"
"No, Anastasia, it can't. I'll be with Heather then, you need to make a decision now." I tap my pen against the desk and puff my cheeks out, clucking my tongue as I struggle to come up with a solution.
"Why are you meeting my wedding planner for lunch?"
"Because I'm your Maid of Honor and it's my job, plus you're always so damn busy! And stop trying to change the subject!" I roll my eyes and pull the receiver away from my ear, pulling a mocking face as I scowl at the phone. "The colour scheme is pink and white, right?"
"Yes, that hasn't changed."
"So go with something pink and white!" She half yells into the phone. "I thought you'd already made a decision on the flowers, anyway?"
"I did," I sigh and rub my forehead with my fingertips. "But once I'd chosen the centrepieces it all just clashed." I can hear her blowing a bubble with her gum then popping it. "How about white and pink roses?"
"Roses? Really? I thought you were more of a peonies kinda' girl?"
I blush as I think about the vase of peonies that were knocked off the foyer table last night when Christian took me hard and fast. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at them again without thinking of desperate, ravenous sex whilst being recorded on CCTV.
"I don't know, lately I've just gone off them."
"Okay, Roses it is. What shade of pink?"
"Soft. And soft white too. Nothing garish."
"Got it." I can hear her tapping against something. I'm presuming it's the keypad of her Tablet as she rapidly takes notes. Although she really doesn't need do, I trust her with everything she's doing for my wedding. "Have you decided on which dress for Bethany yet?"
"The second one. Definitely."
The first dress was beautiful enough but I can't stop thinking about the second option. It's a gorgeous sleeveless dress with a delicate organza overlay, a soft pink sash cinching the waist. Bethany's face as she tried it on was priceless, her little fingers toyed with the fully lined skirt and her grin was the biggest I've ever seen it. I should have said yes right there and then.
"Has Christian said anymore about the catering?"
"Not yet," I sigh again, sinking into my chair. "I'll go over it again with him tonight. I really want his input."
"I'll tell her. Anything else you want me to throw her way?"
"Nope." I say, popping the 'p'.
"Sure? You've only got three weeks to go, Anastasia. We all need to pull our fingers out our asses and stop fucking around."
I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. Kate's like a god damn Drill Sergeant with this wedding planning, I would even go as far as saying she's worse than Heather. She actually reminds me of Christian when she's like this but I'd never tell her that. She'd punch me in the face. Not to mention how hilarious I find it when she calls me 'Anastasia'.
"I'll bear that in mind. Can I go now?"
"You're such a smartass." I sense her smile through the phone. "I'll call you when I wrap up with her, okay?"
"Looking forward to it already."
If it's not Kate it's Olivia. And if it's not Olivia, it's Fran. Although Fran's actually quite mellow, except for when it comes to my Bachelorette, she's hell bent on organising that. Christian and I both decided Vegas is off the table. Not only is it tacky and completely inappropriate for a couple about to get married, Blake and Liv are in a really weird place and I've made a vow to avoid drama the best I can, tears and tantrums are not how envision my final night as a free woman going.
She's temporarily living at Kate's which is hilarious. She called me two nights ago at one in the morning, begging me to talk to her so she could drown out the sound of Kate and Elliot fucking. I laughed so loud I woke Christian, who of course can't even spoon me without getting a hard on. So poor Olivia had live sex shows from both sides of the phone, although I remained surprisingly quiet when Christian lazily slid his cock inside me from behind, only moaning when he lifted my leg and swivelled his hips, hitting my sweet spot with a swift thrust. I don't know who hung up first, me or Olivia.
Logan strolls across the office floor, bypassing various people who all want a piece of him. I expect him to go straight to his office but he doesn't, heading straight for me instead as he shuts off his phone and stuffs it into the pocket of his pinstriped suit jacket. He looks tired and thrown together. He's always had a rough and rugged look about him but this is something else entirely. When was the last time he slept?
"Are you available?"
"Nothing that can't wait. What can I do for you?"
"I need conference room three reserving for two-thirty. Can you get onto it?"
"Sure." I tell him, already dialling reception before he can even finish.
"I need you to sit in with me. Whatever else I gave you to do today, fucking scratch it. Send any calls through."
He disappears into his office without another word, and while I should be perturbed by his brusque instructions, I'm not. This is how he's been for the past four weeks. Yet with me he's slightly softer, he isn't anything like he used to be but he's far from disrespectful. I overheard two blow up dolls gossiping in the archive room last week, apparently Sarah has left him or some shit of that description but I paid no notice. I refuse to believe anything until I see him without his wedding band.
"You skipping out on lunch with me or something?" Fran chirps down the phone.
"Your fiancé has just walked in looking hot as fuck. And now he's staring at me, yep right at me."
"Christian?" Why would Christian be here? I quickly scroll through my phone for any missed calls or messages but there's nothing. He didn't say anything about meeting me, did he?
"Unless you've any other sex gods hiding in your closet? Yes, it's Christian."
"Ask him what he wants?"
A muffled stretch of silence looms as she pulls the phone away from her ear. I vaguely hear Christian's voice in the background but I can't make out anything else, my leg bounces and I chew on my thumbnail nervously. I can't remember the last time he visited me at work, maybe never? Every worse case scenario springs to mind. Is Grace okay? Is it Mia or Elliot? No it can't be Elliot, Kate would've said something.
"He said he needs to see you."
"Now? Is it important?"
"He says so. Did I ever tell you you're a lucky bitch, Ana? I mean holy shit balls-"
"Yes, yes, yes, he's amazing I know." I wave a hand in the air and bounce in my seat. "Is the conference room free right now?"
"Has been for the past hour."
"Tell him to meet me there."
I shut down my email server, file away the pile of manuscripts I was sifting through this morning and scurry across the department floor. All five conference rooms are three corridors away, but right now it feels like I'm crossing the Sahara. I bypass the copy room and the break room, panting heavily by the time I finally reach the third room on the left, frowning when I see the shutters are already drawn to a close. Odd.
Christian is perched on the end of the table, arms folded and ankles crossed. He's wearing one of my favourite suits, an all gray number that has me weak at the knees whenever I see him in it. His hair's in it's usual 'just fucked' state, but it's more unruly somehow. More sexier.
"Jesus, Christian!" My shoulders sag as I turn and close the door, releasing a relieved breath when I see he's still in one piece. "Where's the fucking fire?"
I don't know how he does it, but before I can even blink, he has me pinned against the door with his tongue down my throat. Fuck. Me. His hands fist my hair and the pin securing my chignon falls loose, tendrils of hair tickling the nape of my neck. After a beat, I curl my hands around his wrists and tilt my head to the side, groaning like a wanton whore when his lips leave my neck and glide across my jaw all the way to my neck. Shit, I hope no-one heard that!
"It's right here, baby." He breathes when he comes up for air, grinding his evident arousal into my quivering core. Every inch of my body feels amplified, revved up and ready to fall the floor with my legs spread wide. "Fuck, come here."
Christian smashes our lips together once more, only this time he lets one hand drop and snakes it underneath my knee length dress. I know exactly what he's about to do and I'm powerless to stop it. I don't want to stop it. He's ignited something inside of me and when he does this, there's no going back. Despite the fact I'm at work with a building full of people. Anyone of them could walk in here and catch us.
"Christian," I fight for breath, scraping my nails across the skin at the back of his neck as his hands grope my breasts through my shift dress. He's uncontrollable. "Christian, I'm at work-"
"So?" His teeth nip my ear lobe. "I was at work too. That didn't stop me from wanting this," Another nip. "I can't stop fucking thinking about you, Ana. About this."
My head's thrown back now, lolled to the side as he holds me upright. I'm panting like a race horse, unable to catch my breath and when he slides his knee in-between my legs and presses the weight of my body down onto it, a fierce throb shoots through me.
"Knowing you're off that damn pill, knowing the next time I fuck you could make you pregnant? It's been fucking driving me crazy." God damn it! His words alone will be the death of me. "So there I was, sat in my office like the good little boy I am when all of a sudden I thought," His tongue slides up the side of my neck, flicking against the shell of my ear. "Why wait?"
And with that he loses the one ounce of control he had left. I hold my breath when I feel his fingers at my sex, fully expecting him to rip my panties off me but he doesn't. Instead he wraps one arm around my waist, buries his face in my neck and shoves the tiny scrap of lace to the side. Thrusting two, thick digits inside me.
"Oh, fucking god!" I close my eyes and bite down on my lip hard. But that doesn't stop the sex crazed moans seeping through my lips.
"Quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you?"
My arms curl around his neck, pulling him close to me. He willingly melts into my hold, sliding his fingers in and out of me at a furious pace. He still has his knee between my legs and when he lifts it, he pushes his palm into my clit and I cry out, one arm leaving his neck and flying to the side for the door handle, needing it for leverage as he finger fucks me in the conference room.
"Hear that?" Christian breathes into my ear. "That's how much you want me. How much you want this." Sure as shit, a squelching noise resonates off the four walls as my arousal coats his palm. I don't think I've ever been this desperate in my life. "You're such a dirty girl, Anastasia Steele."
"You make me dirty," I groan unashamedly. "Make me come. I need to come."
With that he stops and withdraws his fingers. I want to fucking cry. I can smell myself when he lifts his hand to his mouth, swiping his tongue across the tip of his middle finger. And he says I'm the dirty one?
"Fuck, you taste good. I think I might go in for more."
He drops to his knees, spreads my legs and tells me to grip his hair and not let go. I soon see why. His mouth covers my sex whole, kissing my swollen lips like he's kissing my mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking against my clit at a torturously slow pace. What the fuck is he doing? Two minutes ago he was eating me alive and now he's taking his sweet old time? I don't think so.
"Christian," I growl. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't reply, he just continues with his torment on my sex with lazy yet powerful swipes of his tongue. My nipples are hard and needy, straining against the confines of my bra and suddenly all I can think about is ripping the damn thing off me. My fingers tug at the soft, draped neck and I tug. I'm fully aware of how much Christian paid for this dress and the last thing I want is to actually rip it, but my skin feels like it's on fire! I can imagine just how flushed I must look right now, pressed up against the door with my leg hooked over my Fiancé's shoulder as he fucks me with his tongue. His sinful, sinful, tongue.
"Lock the door," He breaks contact for a second and looks up at me.
"W…What?" I stutter.
"Lock. The. Door." Christian comes back up to my level, flattening his palms at the side of my head and bending so that our lips are almost touching. I can smell myself on him. "Unless you want someone to walk in and catch us?"
I can't lie and say I don't find the thought of that insanely hot, but if anyone were to physically catch us I'd be mortified, something I'd never be able to live down. Christian slowly unbuckles his belt and pops the button of his slacks, pulling out his thick, heavy cock. I can't take my eyes off of him, I so desperately want to look down but I don't.
So without breaking eye contact, I reach behind me and twist the lock as smoothly as I can. My breathing is laboured and my chest is heaving, if I thought my nipples were uncomfortable before they're a hell of a lot worse now. Christian smirks like the arrogant, sexy bastard he is and clasps my jaw between his thumb and finger, tilting my head up slightly.
Then he attacks, diving in for what he came here for in the first place. My feet dangle in the air for several seconds before hooking around his waist as Christian lifts me and slams me into the hard surface of the door behind me. He knows I don't have spare panties hanging around the office so instead of tearing them off me, he hooks his finger in and slides them across the wet lips of my sex.
It amazes me how strong he is when he fucks me like this. He can effortlessly hold me for minutes on end whilst trying to keep himself upright, I know I'm not heavy but I can't be light either! The thick, bulbous head of his cock glides across my sodden flesh for what feels like hours and I whimper loudly in frustration. He's still staring at me, his grey orbs piercing through my blues in what I can only describe as awe. Or is it love? It could very well be both it's that intense.
My fingers curls around the nape of his neck as he softly thrusts, teasing me without giving me any real penetration. I open my mouth to ask him if something's wrong, but then it hits me. This is the first time we'll have sex without a barrier between us. We've never used condoms and most probably never will either, but I've always been on birth control. There's never been a chance of any mistakes happening, no unexpected visitors or surprises. Until now. Now there's nothing stopping us from starting a family, there's nothing between us. I bite my lip and nod my head softly, telling him that it's okay. Telling him that I want this.
He grinds the head of his cock against me once more before slowly pushing inside. My head falls back and my fingers tighten at the back of his neck, leaving imprints on his overly sensitised skin. I hear his quiet yet feral growl bit other than that it's silent, where he was fast and rough with me before, he's now slow and methodical. He's taking his time.
"God, I love you. I love you so fucking much, Anastasia."
"I love you, too." I mewl into his ear, rocking my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust. This is so erotic, so sensual. I fully expected a fast, hard fuck but that's the complete opposite of what this is. "The chair. Sit in the chair."
Christian sheds his jacket as he sits in the large, black swivel chair at the head of the table. His cock is still planted deep inside me and when he shifts to loosen his tie, he hits the spot that can make me quiver right from the center of my core.
"Ride me, baby. Take me."
I tuck my knees at the side of his legs and place my hands on his shoulders as I begin to move, rocking back and forth and up and down with the occasional clench of my muscles. I so desperately want to be naked with him, I want to feel our sweaty chests sliding against each other as we fuck but we're already taking a huge risk, shedding clothes will just intensify that risk further.
Christian must sense my distress because he squeezes my ass, snakes his hands underneath my dress and pushes it up, his hands splayed across my bare back above the lace of my panties. Just the feel of his hands on me drives me wild, so I pick my speed up, using his shoulders for leverage as I bounce on my man's cock in the middle of the conference room.
How the fuck am I supposed to sit in here this afternoon now? How can I liaise with a potential author and take notes when all I'll be able to think about is how I had mind-blowing sex not even an hour earlier? Logan will sit in this very chair, the chair where Christian's half naked ass had been. The chair where I rode my fiancé until I could barely see straight.
"Does that feel good?" His breath is hot and heavy on my ear, caressing my skin like a silk glove. "Does my cock feel good inside you, Ana?"
"Y…Yes." I gasp for breath, burying my face in the crook of his neck when my stomach quivers. The first sign of my impending orgasm creeping in. "You feel good. So, so good."
"I'm gonna' come so fucking hard," Christian growls and squeezes my ass, aiding my movements and making me push harder against him. "Are you ready, baby?"
All I can do is nod my head as the shaking in my legs start. My torso locks and my hands tighten around his neck, thrusting into his hair as he pummels into my sex like a jack hammer, I bite down on the strip of exposed skin at his collar to keep me from crying out but that just spurs him on even more.
"Fffffuckkk' He spits through gritted teeth as the first spurt of hot, cum shoots into me. " Mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine." Christian's hands push at my back, crushing me against him as he comes hard and heavy with ragged breaths puffing at my cheek. He throbs and pulses for the longest time, groaning like a tortured animal into my ear as he slowly starts to wane, dwindling inside of me.
There's so much I want to say, so much I want to tell him but I don't. Right now, no words are needed. What we've just done speaks volumes all by itself so instead of talking, I wrap my arms around him and just hold him close to me as we both start to calm. Slowly, we start to calm.
"Is Taylor here?"
"Outside in the car. Why?"
"Does he know what you came here for?" I'm on the floor near the door trying to find the bobby pins that fell from my hair earlier. It's a wild and frizzy mess after Christian tugged on it whilst riding out his orgasm.
"He doesn't ask those sort of questions, Ana. He doesn't have the right to."
"I know that but still, the man isn't an idiot."
I groan aloud, slapping my thighs before standing up. How far can those damn things bounce? I have a hair tie in my purse but I really didn't want to walk out there with what I've got going on, it won't take a genius to figure out what I've been doing as soon as they see me. Christian fixes his tie, tucks his shirt back into his pants and runs a hand through his hair. Just like that he's the epitome of perfection again.
"I'm sure I'll think of something." He stalks towards me, cups my face and plants a soft, tender kiss on my lips. "Are you okay?"
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" I frown.
"I'm just checking you're not having second thoughts about the whole baby thing, that's all." I tug on his tie and pull him down to me, forcing his arms around my waist so he's holding me.
"I would've stopped you if that was the case. I want this, Christian. I want it more than anything."
"I'm sorry I steamrolled you. I just couldn't wait until tonight to get my hands on you." He actually looks a bit sheepish. A small, embarrassed smile curls at the corner of his chiselled mouth and I lean on my tip-toes to kiss it.
"Never apologise for wanting me, Mr. Grey. Besides, did you see me putting up a fight?"
"No," He grins wide. "But then I didn't give you a lot of choice."
"You never do." I smooth a hand over his shirt and fix his collar. "Now get out of here, I have a meeting."
I feel like I've been staring at damn computer screens all day. I roughly rub my eyes with my fingers and blink several times to rid myself of this incessant stinging, the laptop is starting to burn my legs and I'm getting a numb ass. I need a break.
Picking up my phone, I check the time and plug it into the outlet at the side of the bed. I've been holed up here for the past two hours working on the wedding. Christian called me at work around four-thirty telling me he'd be home later than usual, not that I'm the least bit surprised. He ditched an afternoon of mergers and acquisitions for a quick fuck in a conference room, no wonder he's behind. Although if I'm honest, having him out of the apartment allows me the time to get some work done without him molesting me. I love his hands on me, but sometimes a girl needs some alone time to sort her shit out.
"Can you see me?" I laugh as my father fiddles with his web cam, standing up and sitting back down again before finally pulling his chair back so I can see his face instead of just his chest. I've been trying to get him on the old Skype train for years now, but only lately has he relented and agreed to conform to modern technology. "Hey, baby. How's things?"
"Good. Planning for the wedding is keeping me busy."
"You look tired, Annie." He frowns and braces his forearms against his wooden desk, leaning forward as if he's trying to climb into the computer screen. "I hope you're not over exerting yourself, young lady."
"Oh yeah, Dad." I scoff and gesture to the various pillows hoisting me up and the bag of potato chips beside me on the bed. "I'm working real hard over here. Don't worry I'm a big girl. Plus, I have Kate and the Grey's helping me. Not to mention a wedding planner."
I tell him about my fiancé being in New York all week but I don't dwell on how much I'd missed him. Ray loves Christian and always has done, but I know his lifestyle plays on his mind with his constant travelling and the amount of pressure he puts himself under. Dad's always told me never to settle for anything less than perfect, and I know how much he worries about me staying in Escala all by myself. Even though I have a hoard of security watching my every move, Luke even lives in the apartment's headquarters but that isn't good enough for my Daddy. My heart actually hurts when I think about him in Montesano worrying about me, I'm no longer that scared fourteen year old I once was but that means Jack shit to him.
I quickly fill him in on Megan giving birth to Henry, but again I don't go into too much detail. I'm not ready to tell him Christian and I are trying for a baby, I'm not ready to tell anyone but especially my Dad. I think me getting married is a big enough strain on him as it is, I know he already feels like he's losing me.
"I've invited Aunt Jen to the wedding."
"You did?" Ray sounds surprised. His eyes widen and his beer freezes mid air as he lifts the bottle to his lips. "Wow. I haven't seen her in years."
"I know. I was actually a little worried about it, I don't even know if she'll want to come."
"Why wouldn't she?" My Dad frowns. "Annie, that woman adored you."
"Exactly. Adored. Past tense." My fingers toy with the rich, silk comforter as I look down and away from the screen. "I haven't spoken to her in so long, Dad."
"That wasn't your fault, baby. You know she only stayed away because she couldn't-"
"Stand Mom yeah I know." I sigh and scratch the top of my head. "It doesn't stop it from hurting though. We were so close once, and when she cut contact it stung like a bitch." I slam my lips shut as I realise I said the word 'bitch' in front of my Daddy. I'm a twenty-four year old woman and I still worry about being scolded. "I still don't know why she didn't try to see me."
"Annie," Ray sighs and scrubs his forehead with his hand. "A lot happened when you were attacked. Stuff you still don't know about."
"Like what?" Suddenly I'm all ears. I push my wedding binder off my lap and sit up straighter.
"She came to see you at the hospital the night it happened."
"She flew for your Mother, Ana. I've never seen her react so violently before, I had to literally pin her to the wall to stop her from scratching Carla's eyes out."
"I'm surprised you didn't let her." I snort.
"I was tempted, believe me. But I knew that wouldn't solve anything, I just wanted to get you the hell out of there and back home to me." He shakes his head as if trying to rid himself of the painful memory. "You were sleeping when Jen came into your room, you were so exhausted and emotional."
"Daddy, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to."
A tear rolls down my cheek at the sound of my father's voice cracking. I remember feeling so out of it after being admitted, I knew they'd sedated me because I wouldn't stop screaming and fighting the nurses, at the time it mortified me but now I'm nothing but thankful. If my Dad gets this choked up just talking about it, what the hell was he like when it happened?
"No, you should hear it, Ana. I don't want you thinking Jen didn't care about you because she did, she loved you so much. That's why she couldn't stick around." I nod my head once, silently pleading with him to continue. "She stroked your hair, kissed your face and whispered into your ear. I didn't hear what she said but the woman was a mess, Annie. She was hysterical. Sometimes I think she was meant to be your Mother, it sounds ridiculous but I do. She was more maternal than that shrew ever was."
"I can't believe she came to see me. I know what happened to me hit her hard, but I never…" I trail off quietly, unsure of what to say next. "Do you think she'll come to the wedding?"
"I don't doubt it for a second, Annie. That woman loved you with everything she had, she just couldn't bear to see you in pain. None of us could."
"Is that why she never tried to make contact?"
"She walked out of that hospital and vowed to never look back. She disowned your mother but she never disowned you, she didn't even know I took you back home to live with me. That's how cut off she was."
"She never called you?"
"Not once." Dad shakes his head. "We were close when your mom and I were married but it's not like we were best friends or anything. I'm sure she just assumed you'd gone back to Carla."
"How?" I ask in disgust. "Who in their right mind would ever let me go back to that hell hole? Surely she knew you wouldn't let me."
"I don't know, Ana. The law tends to stick on the mother's side even when it's wrong. Plus the fact that I'm not your biological Father…"
That never even came up. Carla was frantic to take me home once I was given the all clear, she and Dad fought over me for what felt like days but it wasn't even a choice for me. I couldn't even look at my Mother, all I wanted was to go home to Montesano where I felt safe. It wasn't like I was a child either, the authorities could see how frightened I was but when Dad was close I seemed to calm instantly. Funny thing was, I didn't want Carla to suffer for what that bastard to me. I didn't want her getting into trouble but at the same time I couldn't be near her. I just wanted out.
"I'm even more nervous about her responding now. It's already been over a week since we sent the invitations out. What if she's moved?"
"Give her time, baby. She'll get in touch I know she will."
We quickly change the subject and move onto a much lighter topic of conversation before hanging up twenty minutes later. I must have fallen asleep because I jump when I feel strong hands pulling at my arms and legs.
"Shh, it's only me, baby."
"Christian?" I croak, my voice still thick with sleep.
"You fell asleep with the laptop on your legs. I'm just making you more comfortable."
"What time is it?" I push my messy hair out of my face and blink, adjusting to the light. Christian's stripping out of his pants and shirt, tossing his tie onto the nightstand before climbing in beside me in just his boxer shorts.
"Have you just got in?" I'm still woozy from abruptly jumping awake. My Fiancé opens the nook of his arm and nods for me to snuggle in, stroking his fingers up and down my spine once I do.
"I lost track of time," He peppers my forehead with soft kisses. "I left as soon as I realised how fucking late it was. I should've called."
"S'okay." I grumble through a yawn. "I was asleep so I wouldn't have answered anyway. Looks like I lost track of time, too."
I'm still wearing my tank top and yoga pants but I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Christian's skin is warm and soft against my cheek and before long, I feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he slowly drifts into sleep. I turn over, blindly fumble with the light switch and bathe the room in darkness before snuggling back into the warm wall of muscle that is the man I love.
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