A/N: Ready for your teeth to hurt? This chapter was hard for me to write… I love weddings but writing them…. Not so much. Heads up now… I do end this story on a flashback. It was going to be a quick flashback, but it took on a life of itself. The story ends fine without it, but I wanted to share it. Enjoy, and thank you all for your support on this story!

Thank you foreverdreamingx for help with this chapter and talking through it with me… (check out her stories, they're brilliant) and also Stargazer93 for her help during this project… check her stories as well.


"When do you want to get married?" I ask my fiancée while we lay in bed on our jet heading for Fiji, my hand rubbing over her belly after we just made love.

"I don't know. I would honestly love to marry you before the baby is born, so we all have the same name, but I also don't want to be a pregnant bride." she giggles, "have our kids one day look at our wedding photos and think we had a shotgun wedding because daddy knocked up mommy."

I roll my eyes at her even though I know she's joking.

She swats me in the chest, "Don't roll your eyes at me. Okay, so that's not the reason, but I would just like to look hot on my wedding day, not like I just swallowed a basketball."

"I can understand that." I place little kisses on her face and neck, "but you would look hot no matter what to me. I think your even hotter now carrying my child."

"We could get married, maybe hit up Vegas on the way back…" she suggests with a laugh, "I mean we are sort of going on a honeymoon now, we can do things in reverse. I just know once you get back into the swing of things it'll be a bit harder to take time off especially after the time off for the baby."

"We're the CEO's baby, we can do whatever we want."

"Yeah, yeah. Still not thrilled with this co-CEO title, you know."

"You'll get over it," I say cheekily. "Now about this getting married in Vegas thing. I might have an idea, hoping you would say something like that. Well, it was more hoping you would say you couldn't wait another second to become my Mrs. Grey."

"What do you have up your sleeve mister?"

"You'll see. But it has to do with our layover in England."

"Was I really not around you that much when you were home? I can't for the life of me figure out how you managed to plan all this stuff behind my back."

We're in Liverpool, England outside the Ness Botanic Gardens. I was able to get it booked for us to get married here once we planned our trip to Fiji behind Ana's back. I knew we would need the layover and I found this place on my hunt for simple wedding venues. Knowing Ana, she wouldn't want something big and crazy, yet still romantic. I pulled a few strings, threw some money around and have the wedding planned for tomorrow. For the first time, I had no doubts that she would say no to marrying right away. We've waited long enough in my book.

Now I just have a few other things worked up my sleeve.

"You worked enough and also having the Grey name with lots of green to spend, helped speed things along. Oh, and very good staff, that keep their mouths closed."

"You're a pain in the ass, but I love it." She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek, "but what if I said I wanted to wait till after the baby was born for sure?"

"You wouldn't have. I know you well enough. After everything we've been through, I don't think us waiting any longer is what we wanted or needed."

"You're right. But I feel bad, that no one will be here with us." She pulls back and raises her eyebrow at me, "you did that too, didn't you?"

I smirk in reply, "of course. My mom and sister should be here shortly to help you find a dress. There's a designer that makes Maternity dresses coming in to help do any changes you might need or help as well."

"If I could jump in your arms right now, I would. This might be better than anything I could've thought of on short notice. Because I totally would've been down with Elvis. Thank you."

She presses her lips to mine lightly, and I move my hand to the back of her head, wanting to deepen it. My tongue flicks with hers, with our son kicking between us, and I get lost in her knowing this is the spot where we will become husband and wife tomorrow.

Behind us, someone clears their throat and we break apart. My parents, Mia, Andrea, and Ros stand behind us smirking.

"You'll be able to do that enough on the honeymoon." Ros jokes, "now we need to steal the future bride to find her dress."

Ana grins, "who else is here?" She looks at me with big shiny eyes.

"Everyone I could manage to get here that we care about. Now go." I kiss her cheek and guide her gently towards the girls.

"One day I want your secrets of how you pull this crap off Grey."

"Never, Miss Steele. I need to keep you on your toes and surprised at every corner."

She shakes her head at me and then something sparks in her eyes and she walks back to me fixing the collar the of my shirt. "You know, it's tradition for a couple to spend the night apart the day before the wedding, so I think tonight I'll bunk with the girls. I guess it would be a bachelorette party of sorts."

"I don't think so…" I mutter and grab her waist.

"I think so, I mean you surprised me so quickly I didn't get that last hurrah. I think you should go out and have some fun with the guys as well."

"I'm not sleeping without you tonight. Fuck tradition." I'm still in a mindset of making up for all those years I lost without her at my side.

"But think about the anticipation when you see me again." She brushes my cheek tenderly,
"I'll be your wife. I will sleep next to you for the rest of your life."

"Will it make you happy?" I grit my teeth. Though when I take a good look at her, I remember how she hasn't done anything in months on her own. The poke of her swollen belly into my waist reminds me it'll be even longer with a baby coming soon, but I still can't control the somewhat possessive need to always have her with me.

"Very. I also think you'll have some fun too."

"Alright, but call me before you go to sleep."

"Will do."

"No strippers?"

"No strippers, same for you, bub."

"Promise, you're the only one I want to see naked…"

She grabs my cheeks with both her hands, pulling me to her so our noses barely touch. "Back at you. Thank you, hotshot," she whispers before kissing me.

"Anything for you, Ace. Just stay out of trouble. I know how crazy my mom can get." I joke.

She giggles, "I think your mom needs girl time more than I do."

With one final kiss, she walks away with the girls. I watch as she turns out of the gardens and my dad slaps me on the shoulder.

"My son is getting married. It's about time." He chuckles.

"I know I know…." I laugh. "I should've asked her after our second date. I knew even then."

My dad shakes his head, "maybe you should've. Now let's go get some drinks the other men are waiting for us."

I wake up the following morning with a note taped to my head. I don't even have the strength to pull it off me yet.

My head throbs from last night's activities. I have forgotten how much lower my tolerance is now and kept throwing back drinks like I was still 21. I didn't feel it until the end of the night. I couldn't even tell you how I made it to bed, but I had fun. My dad, Jason, Luke, Barney, Welsh and a few other colleagues rounded out my spur of the moment bachelor party.

I remember vaguely talking to Ana, but I couldn't tell you any of the conversations. I only hope she had as much fun as I did. I only do wish she was with me now.

I finally crack open my eyes and pull the note from my forehead. I laugh at the words, which does nothing for my headache.


What is the first rule of drinking?


Those greasy nachos that Jason said you had don't count.

Shame, shame, my sweet future husband. I'll have to figure out a way to punish you since you don't go over my knee to easy anymore.

Though, it's too bad that you weren't more careful because I came to see you in hopes to ride your dick till sunrise and you were passed out… tisk tisk…

And after all that dirty talk, you leave me, me, your horny, pregnant future bride hanging?

At least the girls gave me some special toys for my bridal gift and I took care of it myself. ;)

I hope you shake that hangover mister, I don't need you to be stumbling at the altar.

I sent you some of my magic serum that I used to make you in college. I got extra for the others, but none of them were as trashed as you.

I'm glad you had fun. I saw the pictures...and I will be framing a couple.

I love you,

Now shape up and come make me your wife.

Your Ace xxx

That's my girl, always looking after me. I somehow manage my way out of bed and into the shower, but not before pounding back the green sludge waiting for me on my nightstand. It's nasty as hell, kale, spinach and some other shit she throws in. I always figured it's better that I don't know, though I wonder what she had to do to get the ingredients on short notice?

Once I'm showered and feeling more like myself, I stand looking at myself in the mirror in my tux. I take a good look at the person staring back at me and how my life has changed not even just over the last three years, but these last eight weeks. I never thought I would be here in this moment about to get married to Ana. My life really was flipped upside down. My brother almost killed me, I spent months in a coma, unsure if I would wake up, then when I did I find out I'm going to be a father. While also learning that the girl I loved more than anything was with me almost every second waiting and never giving up on me. There were moments where I wasn't sure I'll be able to walk again, that I wouldn't be me anymore. But now, the moments almost seem so far away. I'm standing on my own and I'm about to marry the girl of my dreams and the mother of my child and future children. The last eight weeks have been some of my hardest, but also maybe some of my favorites. Odd right? But it showed me how much good I truly have to live for.

An hour later, I'm under an arch made of white and pink roses with Jason at my side. The rest of our guest are sat in their seats and like me awaiting my bride.

The music starts and Mia comes down first smiling like a loon. She approaches to where I'm standing and gives me a hug, "I couldn't tell you how long I've been waiting for this day with you two. Congrats Bro." She kisses my cheek and moves to stand to the side.

The wedding march starts and rounding the corner in my girl, on my father's arm. She's perfect dressed in a long flowing ivory dress, with a lace neckline, and a stain slash around her stomach. Around her neck she's wearing the pink pearls I got her for her birthday, the first one we ever celebrated together. They were just like the ones her mother had. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to top that gift.

The smile on my face hurts as I watch her walk closer and closer to me. Today will we be joined together for an eternity.

She's smiling maybe as big as I am when I take her hand. My father pats my shoulder before taking his seat.

"You're simply irresistible Anastasia. You take my breath away." I kiss her cheek.

"You look- wow. You could always pull off a tux." She smiles and steps back, our hands still connected.

We both look to Father Davis and he smiles at the both of us. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey. Their love has been a journey, filled with ups and downs, but today with their family friends and under God, they will now be united together as one forever."

Davis goes about love, commitment, and unity. The words circle in my mind, but I can't stop looking at the woman that has had my heart for over five years. She's never looked more beautiful in white and the curve of our child growing outlined in the dress perfectly.

"Christian, if you will share your vows?" I'm almost startled by his response, not knowing we were at this point yet. I rub my fingers over Ana's knuckles, taking a deep breath to recite my vows.

"Ace, the second I met you I knew you were the girl for me. You could touch me when no one else could, you were adorable, feisty, funny, and have this cute snort laugh that I love. You were the person I needed in my life to show me everything I was missing. Not being with you was the worst time in my life, but in the end, it made me value and appreciate you more. I will never take advantage of your love for me again. We've both grown and have become stronger and better for one another. You've already proven to me that you'll stay by my side in sickness and health. You'll always be my number one girl." I turn to grab the ring from Jason and slip it on her left hand. "With this ring, I vow, from this day forward I'm holding on to you for as long as we both shall live. I'm going to love you and tell you every chance I get how much I do. I'm going to honor, cherish, drive you insane, protect you, and drive you wild from this day forward; today you become my wife and this is the beginning of a new chapter in our lives."

I touch her face and brush the fallen tears from her face with my thumb. "No crying, baby."

She giggles and shakes her head gently trying to stop the tears, and mouths that she loves me.

"Anastasia, your vows." the minister says breaking our little moment.

"Hotshot, when I first met you I knew you were going to be trouble. I was tempted to avoid you, but you made it very hard to do so." she chuckles along with our guest, "and I'm glad you didn't because our first kiss sparked something in me and like you I think I knew in that moment you were the one for me. When we parted my world stopped, I was going through the motions to survive, but I was never really living. It wasn't till we came back together, faced head-on with the evil trying to keep us apart, that I saw how much better we were the second time around. Evil almost won, but in the end, our love was too strong and now we're making our commitment permanent. I can't wait to grow old with you and raise our babies with you." Ana turns to Mia and she gives her my wedding band she was able to pick out yesterday. She slips the silver Tungsten ring on my hand. "With the ring, I vow from this day forward to love you always and never let you go. I'm going to honor and cherish, drive you crazy with my smart mouth, and also drive you wild for as long as we live. I can't wait to start this new chapter with you as my husband."

Ana reaches up and touches my cheek. She wipes the fallen tear from the corner of my eye like I did for her.

"No crying hotshot," she smiles.

I lean over to kiss her and Father Davis laughs stopping me, "not quite yet." All our guest, laugh as well.

"Can we make it quick?" I chuckle.

He smiles, "With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

I grab the sides of her face and bring her lips to mine. When they collide, our tongues quickly tangle and everything around us becomes lost. She's my wife to forever and to hold.

"Will everyone gather around for the couple's first dance." The DJ announces.

"Mrs. Grey?" I reach out my hand to her. Her little hand slips into mine.

"That's me." She grins. I pull her body to mine as Ed Sheeran "Perfect" plays.

This will forever be our song. Every lyric tells a part of our history. You want our love story, this would definitely be the short version of it.

I place my lips to her ear and start singing the lyrics to her, while her fingers brush the back of my neck.

"We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time.

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man.

I see my future in your eyes...".

I continue to spin her around the dance floor, singing in her ear. When the song finishes our nose touch and the silent tears roll down her face.

"What have I told you about crying today?" I tease and brush her tears away.

"Then stop making me cry by being so romantic." She whacks me softly on the chest.

I chuckle and dip her down to kiss her. There's hoots and hollers around us. Once I finish sucking the life out of my wife, I stand her back up. She's a little unsteady on her feet and claps onto lapels.

"Why don't we get out of here?" I smirk, ready to be balls deep inside of my wife. We still have four hours till scheduled take off, but we could make perfect use of the jet bedroom till then.

"I'm not going anywhere before we cut the cake."

"Your choosing cake over sex?" I stare down at her, mockingly appalled.

"No, I just know I'll need the sugar to keep up with you tonight. Plus, all these people came for us, it would be rude not to keep partying with them." She smiles and wraps her arms around me again. We sway to the music, most everyone else has joined us on the floor.

"It wouldn't be rude, there here for free, drinking. Thanks to us they got time off work and a trip to England."

"Another hour or so won't kill you." she laughs, "this is fun. We won't have this moment again."

"Touché, Mrs. Grey." I kiss her forehead. "This is fun. Just no more crying today. At least not until we're 50,000 feet in the air, and you're crying out in pleasure from me pounding into you so hard you can feel in your teeth…"

"Promises, promises, Mr. Grey. I'm going to hold you to it."

I stare at the beautiful woman I get to call my wife, as we lay in bed for the night.

My wife, boy does that feels good to say after all these years. We had the picture-perfect honeymoon in Fiji. Sex, swimming, sex, Sun, Sex, shows, fancy dinners, sex, well you get the point. It was hard to come back, then try to go back to GEH. More so for me. But once I got back into the swing of things, I realized know how much I missed it. Being back in my CEO chair, running my empire again, it's as if everything is starting to come back together. There's just one more thing I need to do to make it complete.

"I've been thinking," I say out loud randomly into the quiet of our bedroom. Ana looks over at me, mid-bite into her chocolate chip cookie. I chuckle when a crumb falls onto her very exposed cleavage that's wrapped in a pink silk nightie. Her breasts are incredible now, and I still believe they doubled in size in the last week.

She is now at 38 weeks. Not only has my wife's chest grown, but it also seems our son has too, and the doctor believes that we might have a mammoth of a child on our hands. She's still absolutely stunning, even if she thinks otherwise. I can't wait till I can knock this woman up again, but I don't' dare tell her that yet. I just started walking again, and I'm not ready to lose my legs from a hormonal rage.

"Thinking about what?"

"Hmmm…." I'm still momentarily distracted by the crumb on her breast. I lean in a clean it up for her, taking my time to lick and rub my face between them.

She giggles and pushes my head away, "that's what you've been sitting there pondering about for twenty minutes?"

I smirk, my lips kissing the side of her neck before sitting back up. "It was part of it, but no. I was thinking about going to see Elliot. I couldn't tell you why, but I feel like I need to see it all to believe it."

"I get that. When were you thinking of going?"

"Tomorrow. The sooner the better. I was talking with Dr. Lovett's and she thought it would help for me to confront him…"

"Even though he's not really there? "

"Yeah, I spoke to the person that is in his case, and he told me it would be alright. Elliot has some idea of his surroundings. I don't know; maybe there's a part of me that hopes if he sees me, he'll snap out of it. I guess I still find it hard to believe that he could just stop being him."

"Okay, do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I want you right here in this bed, with your feet up. You don't need to go to a mental facility with a bunch of crazy people."

She shakes her head, "I have been there before, remember? But if you need me, I'll go, but I'm not going to stay in bed all day, you do know who I am."

"A person that can't just enjoy her last two weeks of being pregnant and waited on? Actually, I feel like it makes you a bit of a freak."

"You're freak." She sticks her tongue out at me. "But I'm not restricted to this bed, and if you change your mind, I'll be there."

"I think it's something I need to do by myself."

I grab one of the cookies from the plate between us and finish it in two bites. A couple weeks ago, we hired Gail Jones to help us around the house, especially after the baby is born. We both adore her and I think Taylor might have a little crush on her. I've never seen the man so flustered before. Gail also makes the best chocolate chip cookies by far and some crazy person keeps requesting them every night. A plate a night has definitely been helping me to get some more weight put back on.

"You know I can't wait for Teddy to be born, so I can have some milk for these cookies." I wiggle my eyebrows and expose her breast to me. I latch on to and give it a quick suck.


I walk into the Seattle Institution and Infirmary with Taylor on my heels. I meet with Elliot's psychiatrist, Dr. Omen and he fills me into what's been going on with Elliot. It seems my brother as the mindset of a three to four-year-old, but still lacks any vocabulary. He'll watch tv mindlessly but doesn't react to it and will play with building blocks. There are only two members of the staff that he will give indications to that he understands - like clean up, eat, sleep, shower, and so on. He doesn't write either. He'll eat, but it has to be nursery food and or sandwiches that have to be cut into fours. Dr. Omen thinks his state of mind went to a time when he was safe. Elliot was adopted at the age of five, so his guess is his mind is at a state before his parents died. Although, he suspects the no talking has to do with him not being able to get into trouble-

Honestly, my brother's behaviors are somewhat of a mystery.

I look through the glass window that's between me and my brother. He's sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth, playing with Legos. He's insanely pale, his hair has returned to the blonde it was, and he's lost weight. And even though he looks somewhat sickly, I see my brother again, the one I grew up with, and for a fleeting second, it's hard to believe he's the one that tried to kill my wife and me.

I shake it off and enter the room. There's nothing in the room that he could use as a weapon and frankly, I think he would be too weak to even try to come after me. I might not be as muscular as I was pre-coma, but I have gained a hell of a lot of strength since I started walking again.

I sit in the chair in front of him, and he doesn't look up at me. I call his name and still nothing. I knew this visit might be a dud, but I had to know I had to see that he really was fucked up beyond repair. Elena did this. How different would our lives be if Elena never came into them? Would Elliot be carefree, loving life, had a girl that loved him as I do? Would I have ever met Ana? I push the thoughts aside, knowing the what ifs, are only that, and there's no point in trying to figure out what could have happened.

"Elliot, I know you can hear me. So, I'm just going to talk. I'm Christian, you're little brother."

His head pops up and he stares at me; a reaction. His expression is blank, but it's something.

"We grew up together, and we used to be close."

Still nothing, he's still blankly staring at me, his eyes not registering anything I'm saying.

"You see, at one time you were able to break up the greatest thing I ever had, and when I got it back, you tried again, and you almost succeeded by killing me. I know it wasn't all you, that she-witch had you so brainwashed into harming us. Especially seeing you now as nothing, it's easy to see your mind was never your own. But, I also have to thank you, in your attempt to break up Ana and me, you helped by making us stronger. Our love prevailed through your hate and soon enough, a product of that love I'll be holding in my arms, calling him my son. My children will hopefully never have to know what their uncle did and the horrors he couldn't control. If they ask because if they're anything like me, they'll get nosey; I'll only tell them the good times, I wouldn't tarnish them with the pain you gave Ana and me. With that said, I came here today to tell you that, and that I do forgive you. I forgive you because living with hating you takes too much energy. My life is better than ever and I'm happy. Who knows? Maybe you and she-witch are why. I'll never know for sure. But, this is good-bye."

I stand to my feet and Elliot is still looking at me. Maybe I still hope he'll open his mouth, maybe the words I'm sorry will spill out, or maybe we'll discover he is sane and send him to the actual prison. But as I look into his lifeless eyes, I know he's already in one in his head.

I walk out of the room without a glance backward. This part of my life feels over.

"You okay Christian?" Taylor asks as we walk out of the faculty.

"Never been better," I grin, and he pats me on the back.

"Interesting you say that because I have some news…."

Twenty minutes later, I'm rushing into my house like a bat out of hell. I wasn't allowed to have my phone on while visiting Elliot, so Ana had to call Taylor to let me know her water had broken. My heart is racing and sweat is dripping down my face in panic. She's early and I'm wondering why she's not on her way to the hospital.

I'm about to make my way to the steps when Ana catches my eye. She's sitting on the couch eating what looks like a grilled cheese sandwich and bonbons.

What the fuck?

"You said your water broke? What are you doing?" I'm confused wondering why she is just sitting there stuffing her face, and not, I don't know, getting her butt ready to move out the door.

"It did, but I was hungry and waiting for you." She laughs "Why are you so panicked, I told you not to worry and that we had time. My contractions are like fifteen minutes apart. Chill."

"You said that you needed to get to the hospital." I move to stand in front of her.

"I do, but Dr. Greene said I was okay as long as I get there within a couple of hours. It's been thirty minutes since I called you. Gail has my bag ready and I'm going to finish stuffing my face because I have no idea when I'll be able to eat next." She shakes her head and puts the last piece of grilled cheese in her mouth.

"You done now?"

"Are you going to be like this for the next however many hours?" She giggles, "have my crazy hormones rubbed off on you? Because I might have to ask Taylor if he was able to steal a straight jacket for me."

Suddenly she crunches over and grabs her stomach, "fuck."

"That's what you get for making jokes," I tell her sternly and she looks up, glaring at me.

"Shut up." She finally mutters when the contraction passes.

"You ready now?"

"Yeah, yeah, but you do realize this might take all day, right?"

It didn't take all day.

Theodore Raymond Grey came screaming into this world at 4:54pm weighing at a whopping 8lbs 4oz. 22in long. Dr. Greene said that if Ana went the next two weeks we could have had been at least nine pounds

By the time we got to the hospital Ana's labor had progressed. She was already at 3ccm and three hours later I was holding our son in my arms, with some added broken fingers to boot. They say the first usually take the longest, but not this time.

I sit on the edge of Ana's bed and she rubs her finger down Teddy's chubby cheek. "He looks so much like you already," she smiles down at our little boy. It's still somewhat surreal that we have a child.

"I have to wonder what in the world you were feeding this kid to get him so, plump."

"The child ate everything. I'm not even sure I got any of it to be honest. All him. Like his father that can eat whatever the fuck he wants, like potato chips wrapped in meat and cheese."

"Oh my god," Mia's voice rings into the room and rushes over to us, "he's so cute. Can I hold him?"

She holds out her arms and wiggles her fingers.

"Hi to you sis, nice to see you."

Mia looks at me and raises her eyebrow, "I see you guys all the time, I haven't met him yet."

"Mia, Grandma first." My mom and dad come pilling in with balloons, flowers, and gifts. I crack a smile, already spoiling the child that has almost everything.

My mom rushes over to me and I hand Teddy to her. "Oh, boy look at this chuck."

"He's got legs like the Michelin man. I love it so much…" Mia gleams and rubs his cheek.

And for the first time in months, I see my mom's face light up brighter than any Christmas tree or fourth of July fireworks. Tenison rolls off her shoulders staring down at her first grandchild.

"He's perfect you two." Tears are now pouring from her eyes. "You are going to be so loved baby boy. I promise you." My mom kisses the top of his head and hands him to Mia.

I pull my mom into a hug and she breaks down crying. "I'm so proud of the both of you." She finally says whipping her tears on my shirt. "You're both are going to be wonderful parents, I know it."

"Thanks mom, I had a good teacher by the way."

She shakes her head. I know she's not believing me after how both her sons got trapped in Elena's claws, but even the best parents mess up sometimes, and sometimes it's out of their control. Elena was a manipulating person and perfected herself from anyone seeing her true intent. Though as I glance at my wife, I have a feeling between the both of us, anyone that crosses our children's path, we're going to have a close eye on, followed, and background checked up the ass.

"I love you, mom, but no more crying I've had enough of that from Ana the last four months." I joke and my mom swats me, smiling again. She grabs my chin and shakes my face, "it's only going to get worse now before it gets better, sorry to tell you."

"Great." I sigh and Ana throws a pillow at my face telling me to deal with it.

My family finally leaves hours later of fawning over my son. Teddy is nestled in his bassinet fast asleep next to Ana's bed.

Ana herself is wide awake. I'm surprised, I figured she would be exhausted. But nope here she's been flapping those pretty lips of hers.

"You never got to tell me how it went with Elliot?"

"Well, he's really not all there that's for sure. He looked at me, but I could tell he might have known who I really was. If he has any memory of me it's not as a twenty-five-year-old. I told him I forgive him, and goodbye." I lay down next to her in the bed. It's a tight fit, but we have mastered this.

She lays her head on my chest and cuddles into me. "Are you okay though?"

"Never been better, honestly. That chapter of our lives is finally over. Elena is dead, she remains spread over a sewage treatment center, I think it's safe I'm at peace. I have you and our son, and my family. I don't need anything else."

"I love you." She mumbles into my chest

"I love you too," I kiss her forehead. "You tired now?"

She nods and swings her leg over mine. "You're just so comfy. You make this hospital bed so much better."

"Glad I can help. Get some sleep." She doesn't say anything else and I know she has fallen asleep. I brush her hair back and kiss the top of her head. Looking over at my sleeping son I really do truly feel at peace, with a family I was always supposed to have with her.

I loved her, lost her, found her, and now I have forever with her.

Five years later….

"Do you have it all set up?" My wife asks from the bed, naked. I have the video cameras set up ready to record. Tonight, we're making a sex tape, something we haven't done since college. Even in my head, it's surprising, but I guess after Elliot and Elena finding our tape put an automatic stop to it.

"Yep, it should be good to go."

Three cameras set up to record the different angles and on timers to continuously change.

I move to the bed and scoop her into my arms. My hand trace over her breast, down to her swollen stomach. Ana is now four months pregnant with our third and fourth child. Finding out we were having twins was a surprise, but the both of us couldn't be more excited about it.

Teddy is now five. Our little chunk thinned out and I think it has to with him always being a constant ball of energy. He just started kindergarten a month ago. My boy is quite the popular one and there's always one of his little friends running around this house.

Our daughter Phoebe is three going on twenty-six. She's sharp as a tact and always has her nose in a book. She looks exactly like her mother and I know she's going to drive me crazy when she becomes a teen and wants to start dating. Good thing for all the extra security we have.

"You're so beautiful carrying my children, Ace," I whisper in her ear and let my hand move between her drenched folds. Her head lolls back on my shoulder and I nip and suck on her neck. My fingers slip into her core and I begin to move. The voyeuristic side of me is turned on knowing the camera has a perfect view of what I'm doing and can't wait to watch it again later.

"Christian…" she pants, her breath tickling the side of my neck. When she's pregnant, it's like all I have to do is touch her and she comes like a rocket. Now with the twins, it's twice as easy. Her hold body is overly sensitive and reacts like crazy to my touch. I love it.

I roll her nipple between my fingers and capture her mouth with mine. Letting my tongue explore her mouth, my fingers move inside her faster, my thumb circling her clit. Her muscles clench and her nails dig into my leg.

"Let it go, baby. Let me feel you." I twist her nipple a little hard and her body convulses around me. "That's my girl."

Once she's finished quivering, I nudge her to move, so I can get in position. She sits on her knees and I lay on my back on the bed. Ana grabs a hold of my dick and pumps it in her hand. She leans over and licks around my tip before taking me to the back of her throat.

How I wish I had a handheld camera right now to get close up on this action.

I could watch her forever as her head bobs on my dick. Though I need her. I need her encased around my dick. I fist her hair and pull her off me.

"That's enough Mrs. Grey." She gives me a pout. "Come sit on my dick, your ass to me."

"As you wish, sir." she teases. Place her knees on each side of me, she sinks herself down to my shaft. She bounces on me and my finger plays with the outside of her ass.

"I can't wait to have this later…" I grunt.

I grab a hold of her hips and still her, "Hold on, baby."

I lift her up to my tip and slam her down, bottoming out in her. "FUCK!" Ana screams, and I do it again. She falls forward with the next and I figure I should do slower movements.

"You okay, Ace?" She nods, but she's breathless. I won't do any more of those, just to be on the safe side, but over the years I have done my research on just how rough I can get with her while pregnant.

"Yeah," she wiggles her hips and pushes back on my thrusts.

"MOMMY!" Teddy's voice yells from the opposite end of our door, his little hand knocking to the beat to jingle bells. The both of us are frozen in our spots. It's after eleven, he should be asleep.

Fucking figures out of all the nights he would get up.

Maybe he just heard his mom scream and thought it was a monster. She was loud even considering the soundproof walls.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" Ana calls back, trying to move off me, but I hold her down. I think we can convince him to go back to bed.

"Mommy…" he cries, "I'm scared…" He wiggles the handle trying to open the door. We leave it unlocked unless we are doing what we're supposed to be doing now. "I want to come in…"

"Hold on, sweetie…"

I release my wife's hips and know that the night is over for us. Ana gets up and finds her robe and throws my boxers back at me. I move off the bed, slipping on my boxers and PJ pants and cut the cameras. My wife opens the doors once the both of us are put together enough.

Teddy comes flying in and barrels into the middle of the bed.

"Don't forget me…" Phoebe's little voice calls as she comes running into the room with her stuffed bunny tucked in her arm.

I laugh as the both of them get under the covers. This is my life and I wouldn't change it one bit.

Well, besides the fact I wish they could have stayed in bed for a while longer.

"What's going on you two? And why aren't we in our own beds?" Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ana slip to the bathroom, I'm sure to put on real PJ's since I don't think our night time intruders are going to be leaving soon.

"I had a nightmare. There were monsters and they were trying to eat me…and I was stuck in a Minecraft house and it had no doors. Then the pigs turned to vampires." I close my eyes and shake my head. The boy always did have an active imagination

"Monsters were going to eat you?" Phoebe looks at him shocked. "DADDY, MONSTERS EAT KIDS? You said they were nice…"

"Monsters aren't nice, Phe. Don't believe the movies they try to show us." Teddy crosses his arms and Phoebe lips tremble.

I slide onto the bed and put my daughter on my lap. "Monsters aren't real."

"They are too, daddy," Teddy argues just as Ana comes out of the bathroom dressed now in a white shirt and plaid pajama pants.

"They're not. It's all make-believe. Plus, don't you think mommy and daddy would let any monsters near you?"

"You can't protect them in my dreams. They wanted to eat me."

"But that's just it. It was a dream. Not real." I tussle his hair. "But it doesn't make it any less scary. But you know your safe."

Ana sits next to Teddy and he curls around her stomach. "But when I came to your door I heard mommy scream…"

Knew it.

"Mommy and Teddy were watching a scary movie." Ana tries to play off.

"You wanna be scared?" Phoebe peeps.

"Sometimes it's fun…for when you get older."

"I don't think so…" Teddy shakes his head, his copper curls flying around. "I'll never like scary movies."

"Alright, Alright. It's late and we have a lot of people coming over tomorrow. Remember what tomorrow is?" I ask them to try to change the subject.

"Mommy's birthday!" Phoebe cheers.

"Right, so we need lots of sleep, so you can stay up for all the fun stuff and the cake."

Tomorrow we're having a huge bash for Ana's 30th birthday. The kids have been looking forward to it more than Ana. We have a moon bounce set and games for the afternoon, but will start the day out on my new catamaran, "Ace of hearts"

"Did you get the ice cream cake with the chocolate crunchy things?" Teddy asks, his eyes large in hopes.

"Yes, now sleep…"

The kids cuddle under the covers, Teddy on my left and Phoebe on Ana's right, that way I can hold the girl that has always kept my nightmares away. Plus, the kids wiggle too much if there in the middle together, fighting over more space.

More than likely they'll end up on top of us in the morning.

I close my eyes and drift to sleep, dreaming about the time I told my wife I loved her for the first time on her birthday all those years ago and how it led me here.


I'm running late as I charge into Tri-Delta Sorority house. It's Ana's birthday today and the girls are throwing her a huge celebration. I was hoping to give her gift before the party, but I had a meeting with my professor about a proposal I'm going to present in a couple of weeks.

As of today, we've been dating for three weeks, but it feels like so much longer. I can barely remember my life before she entered it. Not that I really want to remember it anyways. Those times are over and this is my beginning.

Ana Steele has made me want to be a better person.

The party is already on full blast when I walk in the place smells of weed and liquor. The stereo is blasting with some local band that Ana is always trying to make me see.

I see a bunch of girls circled around in the kitchen and head towards them. They click their shot glasses together in cheers and toss them back. My girl stands in the center wearing a sinful red dress that shows off her every curve and shows off her long legs.

I make my approach and Ana's eyes meet mine. She looks guilty and I know it's because I asked if she would wait for me before she started the celebratory shots.

"Christian!" Pushing two of the girls out of the way she flings her arms around my neck and kisses me. She tastes of tequila and lime.

That taste only equals to one thing: I'm going to have a crazy horny girl on my hands all night.

"Oh god girls, it's starting. We've lost her." One of the girl's shout, giggling.

"We need more shots. Alpha boy needs to catch up." Leslie yells going for the bottle of tequila.

Ignoring them she kisses me again and brushes my cheek.

"I'm sorry. I told them I was waiting for you, but they made me."

"It's okay. Just as long it was the first one."

Nodding her head, she pulls herself closer to me. "I'm so glad you're here now. I've missed you today."

"I've missed you too. Sorry, I'm late. I really didn't want to be because I got you something…and was hoping to give it you before everyone got here."

"You did?" Her eyes light up.

"Of course, I did. You think I wouldn't get you something special for your birthday?" From my inside coat pocket, I pull out the pink wrapped gift, handing it to her.

"Did you wrap this?" She chuckles at my crap wrapping job. The pink paper is folded over twice and the corners have extra tape to keep them closed. I couldn't find my scissors and said fuck it. It's what's inside that counts.

"Yes?" I shrug.

She bites down on her lip trying to keep herself from laughing harder. "Well, it wouldn't be fair to anyone else if you didn't have one flaw."

"Think this is bad. You should see me in the kitchen."

"So, no special dinners made by you anytime soon?" She jokes and I shake my head.

Ana rips the paper without too much struggle and reveals the long black box. Opening the box, she gasps when she sees the pink pearl necklace. "Christian…" my name faint leaving her lips. Her eyes glint to mine and tears swim in those baby blues. "This is- everything."

"You said you wish you could have one like your mother's, so I took a picture of the picture on your dresser and found the best match."

Ana had told me when she was a kid her mom would always let her play dress up with her pearls. They were some of her favorite memories of her mom. The pearls were a gift from her grandmother and her mother never took them off and was even buried with them.

"I love this so much. This is the sweetest and most thoughtful gift I've ever gotten before." Grabbing my chin she pulls me down and kisses me. "Thank you. I'm going to treasure this forever. Can you put them on for me?" Handing me the box, she holds her hair up and I clasp the necklace around her neck. I trace my hand down her back and spin her back to me.

Her eyes meet mine lovingly. She bites down on her lip and rubs her hand down my chest.

I should tell her, now.


"Okay, it's time for shots you guys." Leslie and Sarah come over to use with shots in hand, interpreting the moment. Though I should thank because telling Ana I love her in the middle of a party probably isn't the best of ideas. We are each handed a shot and I clink mine with Ana.

"Happy birthday, Ace."

She blushes at the nickname I gave her last week.

"Thank you, hotshot." We throw back the shots and the night begins.


A couple hours later, Ana and I are in the middle of the living room, dancing, well more like grinding on each other. The both of us are drunk, Ana more than me. Fifteen-year-old me would never believe that I would be having this much fun at a college party.

My mouth sucks on the side of her neck, she's salty, yet still so sweet. Her hands tangle in my hair, my mouth now finding hers. I didn't think I could ever love someone, but I'm hopelessly in love with this girl.

"ANA!" Ana's name being called across the room breaks us apart and coming at us is her friends Samuel and Cora.

"Hey guys," She moves out of my arms to hug her two friends. My jealousy spurs when Sam puts his arms around her. He's a good-looking, rich, and has the hots for her. Every time we're together he's always looking at drooling at her. It drives me nuts, but I keep the thoughts to myself. If I'm honest, he never gives me the dirty looks and treats me friendly enough, but I still don't like it.

"Glad you could come up for air to greet us, Ana." Cora jokes.

"Shut up. Plus, can you blame me?" Ana smiles over at me and I feel slightly better.

"Okay, I got you something. Here." Cora hands her a purple bag. She digs in and it's a couple bottoms of body lotions and sprays. Ana thanks her, giving her a hug.

"My turn," Sam says and hands Ana his gift. The fucker wraps better than me that's for sure.

Ana unwraps the gift and reveals a red Cartier box.

Now I am pissed. What gives him the right to buy my girl, Cartier? Was he trying to show me up? What the fuck?

I clench my jaw watching Ana open the red 'woman stealing' box. "Sam, I can already tell you it's to be too much."

He waves it up and tells her to just open it. She does and inside is a rose gold orchid pendant necklace. He just spent three thousand dollars on my girl. "I saw it on your Facebook and you said how much you loved it."

Now I'm beyond pissed. I'm out of control with my rage and I'm holding on by a string not to snap at this asshole in the middle of a party.

"Wow. I mean Sam this really is too much."

"It's nothing. We've been friends for years. I wanted to get you something you like besides a bottle of rum this year."

"It's amazing. Thank you, Sam."
When Ana moves to hug him I can't take it anymore. I storm away, needing space.

I grab a beer from the kitchen and down it. Looking at to the living room, she hasn't even noticed I left yet. Maybe she wants him now? Seeing how good he'll be able to provide for her in the future. Sure, the pearls weren't cheap, but they weren't in that league.

Not being able to take it anymore I barrel up the stairs seeing red. Which serves to only piss me off more because it makes me think of that fucking jewelry box.

I've never felt like this before. Rage, hurt, defeat. All emotions I never got with the lifestyle. I never cared about any of those girls.

Maybe she deserves better than me. I'm a guy that can't confess his past, ashamed of what he was, and if I ever tell her, she'll leave me for sure. I'm a monster, but the thing is I can't lose her, even to Mr. Cartier downstairs.

I enter Ana's room and look around the place that she calls home. The room where we started because I was a drunk idiot.

On the wall, I spot the pictures of us from the fair. She's making goofy faces and I'm looking at her. I'm pretty sure that was the moment I truly fell in love with her. I just didn't know what it was till now.

I was supposed to be telling her that tonight, hoping that she'll return the words. But instead, I'm in her room, stewing.

I need to calm down. Get these feelings under control. Talk to her.

Or bury Sam under the drive way.

My eyes dart to the door hearing the door handle turn. Ana walks in that damn gift in her hands, along with Cora's gift bag. She lays them down on the dresser and closes the door behind her. "Hey."

I nod at her, not saying anything. Worried about the green-eyed monster will go verbally crazy with his jealous vocabulary.

"Why are you up here?"

"That's a nice necklace he gave you," I say plainly and look out her window to the street.

"It is, but nowhere as nice as the one you gave me."

"Isn't it though?" I murmur under my breath, closing my eyes. I'm trying to count to ten, but I can't make it past two.

"Is that what's wrong? Why you just left? You think I like his gift over yours because it came in a fancy red box?"

"An expensive red box," I state finally looking back at her.

"I doubt yours cost any less, but it wouldn't matter. I love this." she touches the pink pearls on her neck. "I wasn't lying when I told you this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me."

"He has the hots for you." I spit out the words, forgetting what it was I wanted to say.

"I know," she whispers.

She knew? Yet, she still hangs around him? I grit my teeth together, the anger swirling around once more.

"Do you want him?" I bite.

Her jaw drops, and I don't know why she appears so shocked by my statement. What does she want me to think after confessing that?

"No!" She says forcefully, and it eases me a bit. "Sam will never be more than a friend to me. I'm with you and I only want to be with you. You have to believe me. I thought I show you all the time, you're the one I want."

She does, but it still make my discomfort of the pretty boy any better.

"I don't know if I can deal with him hanging around you. Buying you Cartier, trying to upstage me. Men will do anything to get a girl's pants. Taken or not." The idea of some guy drooling over my girl, possibility waiting for me to fuck up, irks me.

She moves closer to me but doesn't touch me. "I know that because you were one of them." Sighing, she looks down at her feet and then back at me. "Christian, I can promise you, I'm not going to ever hang out with him alone. I know that wouldn't be right to do with – well, any guy, hots or not. But he's still my friend and till he pushes those boundaries I don't want to discontinue our friendship. He's never tried anything or asked me out. I think it's been made pretty clear I'm with you."

"But you knew he has the hots for you?" I deadpan.

"Yes. I'm not sure on the extent of the feelings now. We were drunk, long before you, and he told me how he felt. I couldn't return them and he accepted it because he didn't want to hurt our friendship. Nothing more has ever happened since then nor have we brought it up. For all I know it could've been the booze. He's had a girlfriend since then too. More than likely he doesn't feel that way anymore, but I wasn't going to lie to you about what he's told me in the past because I don't know 100% sure. And Cartier is nothing to Sam, he just saw my Pinterest and got it. Money is a non-issue for him. He buys lots of people over the top gifts. Last summer he got Cora two-thousand diamond stud earrings, just because she pointed them out in a store window."


"Do you trust me?"

"I do. It's him I don't."

"Me and you hang out every day now, so you'll know when he's around because you'll be there too. But if it makes you that crazy, I'll stop hanging out with him, period."

I close my eyes and I know I can't ask that of her but knowing she would be willing to throw her friend away for me makes me soar. This girl really cares about me. I've been so stuck in my head worried if I'll ever be good enough for her, that she couldn't possibly love a fuck up like me and every day she shows me how wrong I am.

Now I just need to tell her.

"No, I don't want you to do that. I've just never done any of this before. Handling these kinds of emotions. I've never been jealous before. I never had a reason for to be. Now, all it takes is for a guy to be in 50 feet from you and my blood starts pumping, thinking they're too close to you, wanting in your panties."

She grins and moves to stand right in front of me. She places a hand over my heart.

"I get that. I feel the same way sometimes when girls come up to you putting their fake chests in your face. I think you're saving grace is that you never even bat an eye at them."

"The only person I want to bat an eye at is you." I brush a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal, Christian. I think I would feel the same way if it was in reverse. But you know you can talk to me about this stuff." She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? You just told me how you felt? It's what couples do. Plus, your kind of cute when you get jealous and it means you care about me." She smirks.

"I do care about you, very much."

"Right back at you." Her lips press against mine and I lose myself in her. I try to convey what she means to me in this very kiss. She moans against my lips and my dick grows pushing into her stomach. "I want you," she pants, "I need to thank you properly for my gift."

"Fuck," I lift her in my arms, stumbling back to the bed. I lay her down and hover myself over her. Breaking away, I take a good look at her. Her hair is fanned out, her face is blushed, and her eyes dance around lustfully. She's fucking perfect.

"I love you."

There I said it. It's out in the open now.

Her mouth pops open, "you do?"

"How could I not?"

She chops down on her lower lip and her eyes water, "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"How could I not?" She giggles, throwing my words back at me.

I kiss the line of her jaw, down her neck and back to her lips. "Can I show you how much?"

"Yes, please." She begs.

Her party downstairs is quickly forgotten as our clothes go flying. Wrapping her legs around me, I sink into her. She hisses and yanks on my hair as I fill her completely and start to move.

"I love you," I whisper in her ear. My trusts are slow and leisurely wanting- needing - to feel every inch of her. Enjoying the way her pussy hugs my dick. It's fucking home.

We're all mouth, tongue, and teeth. The sounds of our love making fill the room.

"Christian," She yanks on my hair and thrusts her hips upwards, wanting more. I pick up my pace and her core tightens around me. She's fucking close and so am I.

I rest my head on her forehead, getting lost in her eyes. Mine.

"Happy birthday, Ace."

She moans and her eyes roll in the back of her head, coming apart around me. "Happy birthday to me."

The End

A/n: Do your teeth hurt? Mine do…lol Let me know what you think

I'm not 100% happy with the way this turned out. I never planned to go past the proposal but you guys twisted my arm…lol

Thanks again to all you guys for your support!