A/N: Thank you for finding this story. It is a continuation of the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. This is book II of three. Book I is, Fifty Shades…More and book III is, Fifty Shades…Full Circle. You may want to read Book I before starting this as there will be references from the first book in this story.
Disclaimer: This is an interpretation of copyrighted original material. The original characters of Fifty Shades of Grey are owned by E.L. James. The original content, ideas, characters and intellectual property of this story are owned by Nuwriter, as of 2012. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rated M for adult language and situations.
Christian and I pull up to the house and he parks the car. He comes around and helps me out. I stand up and look up at him. Our eyes lock and I run my hand through his copper locks. I pull him to me and kiss him. "I love you Christian."
He nods ,"Yes. I know." He takes my hand and we walk into the dark house. I had told Gail that we would be late and she has fed the kids and gotten them to bed. I didn't know what condition we would be in when we got back and I didn't want Christian to have to deal with all of that.
"Do you mind if we just go on up to bed, baby?" Christian asks me.
"Of course not. Let's go." We don't bother to turn on any lights, just head up the stairs.
Christian starts a tub of water and I check on the kids. They are sleeping so peacefully. I kiss them both and return to our bedroom. Christian has barely said two words since we have been home. I walk in to the bathroom and he is already in the tub, leaning back and his eyes are closed.
"Christian, may I join you?"
"Huh?" He shakes his eyes open. "What? Of course, baby. I didn't mean to start without you. Come on in."
I undress and step in to the warm water with him. I sit facing him and he pulls me to him wrapping his arms around me. I bury my face in his neck. I want to cry so badly, it's all I can do to keep from it. He kisses my neck.
"Are you okay, Ana?" he whispers.
I pull back to look at him and nod, "Yes. Are you?"
He shrugs and traces my jaw with his finger, "I was so worried about you."
"Baby, why were you worried about me? It's you that I'm concerned about."
"Ana. I'm fine. I have been dealing with this for a while now. It's new to you and I want you to be okay."
"Christian. I'm a big girl. I can deal with whatever we have to deal with."
"I just want to hold you, baby." he pulls me close again. "I feel safe when I can hold you."
"I'm here, Christian. I'll always be here."
We finish bathing and get dried off and ready for bed. I slide in next to Christian who is propped up leaning against a pile of pillows. He puts his arm around me and I snuggle in next to him.
"So, do you feel like you ended up with damaged goods, Ana?"
I sit up and face him with a horrified look on my face. "Christian Grey. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am. Everything that happened, I let it happen. I allowed it all. There was just something about me that caused it all."
"Christian, don't you ever think like that. You were a kid. It was done to you. You didn't allow it. Do you understand? None of it was your fault."
"But I gave Elena permission. I gave up control and allowed her to …"
"Christian. You were a child. You had no idea what that …..that….Bitch from hell, had planned. She is a pedophile, plain and simple. You had nothing to do with it and nothing to ever be ashamed of. Do you hear me?"
Christian pulls me close again and wraps his arms around me. "God, Ana. It was so awful. So horribly awful. I just couldn't get away from her."
"You're away from her now. And it will stay that way. I never want the hear her name again unless it's to let me know she's died."
"Christian you are going to keep seeing John, aren't you? I mean I think you still have a lot to resolve. I'll be glad to go with you anytime you need me to or if you just need to talk to me, you know I'll always listen, don't you?"
"I know, baby. We can talk about it some more later. Right now I'm exhausted."
I snuggle next to him, his back to my front. I hold him in my arms and I just want to make all of his hurt go away. Now I understand why he has been so full of anger all of these years. I can't even imagine how he has kept it all bottled up inside of him and dealt with it. My poor Fifty. No wonder he thought he was so fucked up. But it was never him. It's been the fucked up people in his life that have done this to him. I can't believe he has done as well as he has. I can't believe that I found him. My beautiful, kind, dear Fifty.
Christian is sleeping soundly beside me, but I can't get to sleep. I've tossed and turned for hours. I get up and go to the bathroom. While I'm in there, the dam bursts. I begin to cry. I am so hurt and angry by what I've learned tonight. I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting Christian. I need to cry, but I don't want him to hear me, so I turn on the shower and get in. I can let go and really cry in the shower. I sit down and curl up in the corner, I pull my knees up to me wrapping my arms around them and I sob. I bury my head in my knees and heave and let the water wash over me. The pain is unbearable. The sorrow and the anger are overwhelming. I feel Christian put his arms around me and I turn and wrap my arms around him. He sits on the shower floor with me. Our arms around each other. The water washing over us. I hug him so tightly that my fingers are almost digging into his flesh and I sob. Not a quiet sob. Christian rocks me. "Ana. Baby, don't cry. It's okay. It's okay."
My sobbing is uncontrollable. "No Christian. No it isn't okay. I can't stand the thought of it. I can't stand to think that someone hurt you. I feel like it is eating me up inside. Baby, I'm so sorry."
We sit under the water and Christian holds me while I cry. He holds me until I can't cry anymore and then he still holds me.
I have finally run out of tears. He strokes and kisses my hair ,"Baby, are you feeling any better? Are you ready to get out and try to get a little sleep?"
I nod. Christian stands and helps me up. He turns off the water and we get out. He pulls off my wet nightgown and dries me off. Then he strips off his wet pajama bottoms and dries himself. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me sweetly. "It's okay, Baby. I promise. It's okay."
I hug him. "Christian. I am so sorry. I am just so sorry."
"Come on. Let's go." Christian slips a dry nightgown over my head and pulls on a pair of dry pajama bottoms. We head back to our bed and get in snuggling next to one another. All I can think about is the nightmares he had and what they must have been about. I know they must have been so different from the ones he had as a small child. My poor tortured husband. I finally drift off for a while. I realize that we've never been as close as close as we are right now.
I open my eyes and stare in to the soft gray eyes of Christian Grey. "What are you doing?" I manage to get out.
"Just watching you."
"Watching me what?"
"Watching you sleep. I like to watch you sleep."
"Christian. That's almost creepy. You know that don't you?"
"I know. But I still like to do it."
I trace his lips with my finger. "How are you this morning?"
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Well I'm fine. At least I have been for the 45 seconds that I've been awake."
"Smart ass." Christian pulls me to him and kisses me.
"I'm glad it's Saturday. We don't have to rush. We can just lie here and relax for a while."
"Well, that's one option. I sort of had other plans for you this morning."
"Mr. Grey I can't imagine what they could be." I put my arms around his neck and pull him to me and kiss him.
"Was that a knock?" I pull away from him. "Come in."
I see Teddy's little face peer around the door. What's worse I hear Grace crying. I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. "Mom."
"What is it baby?" I ask Teddy as I throw on my robe.
"I think Grace is sick." He makes an awful face.
"What?" Christian is now jumping out of the bed.
I run toward her room. When I get there Grace has thrown up on her bed and all over herself. "Oh, Baby."
Christian is on my heels. "Christian would you get me a washcloth?" I pull Grace into my lap and start to take her soiled nightie off. She immediately throws up all over me.
Christian comes back in with the cloth and looks at us." Eeeww. Here." He hands me the cloth.
"Baby, can you help me?" He takes Grace and heads to her bathroom. I try to get to the bathroom without dumping vomit all over the floor. Christian is sitting on the side of her tub holding her in his lap. I pull her nightie off and try to clean her up. She is crying. Christian is turning green.
"I know, baby. I know." I have her cleaned up as best as I can. I don't want to try to give her a bath. I know she feels too bad right now.
I take her from Christian and he goes to her dresser and brings me a clean nightie for her. When we leave the bathroom , Christian has stripped her bed and is putting fresh sheets on for me.
"Thank you so much baby. I appreciate you doing that."
Teddy is peering around the corner watching the fiasco. "Mom. What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know, son. She's just sick to her stomach. It's probably a virus. I don't want you eating or drinking after her okay? And try to stay away from her, at least until we get her feeling better. I don't want you to catch it."
"I don't want it. Whatever it is." He says.
I sit in the rocker and cradle my daughter. Her little face is red and tear stained. I gently rock her and rub her tummy. She finally drifts off. For now. I put her back in her bed and set the monitor again.
I quietly head back to our bedroom and strip my gown off. I quickly jump into the shower and clean up and then throw on some clothes and pull my hair back. I walk down the hall and check in on Grace. She is still sleeping, so I head on down stairs to find Christian and Teddy at the table eating cereal.
"How's Grace?" Christian asks between bites.
"She's asleep. I think it's probably a virus. I'll keep an eye on her and if she gets worse we'll call your mother." I put water on for a cup of tea and put a bagel in the toaster. "I appreciate the help, baby."
"I was fine until she threw up on you." He is crunching his spoonful of cereal.
"Yeah. Me too. I just feel so sorry for her. She feels so bad." I get my tea ready and remove my bagel from the toaster grab some cream cheese and sit down at the table with my men.
I look over at them chowing down on the sugary, crunchy meal. "Is that the best you could come up with?"
Christian looks over at Teddy. "We're having a man's breakfast, aren't we, son?"
Teddy grins and nods at his dad.
"Then we might just go in and watch cartoons after this." Christian says smugly.
"It's a guy thing, Mom." Teddy looks sternly at me.
"Oh. I see. A guy thing." I roll my eyes at Christian who is chuckling.
I clean up the breakfast mess and go back up to check on Grace. She is still sound asleep. I walk back down to the family room. Christian and Teddy are still in their pajamas watching TV. I curl up on the sofa. I am so tired. I got no sleep last night and I really didn't need Grace getting sick today. Actually I feel a little queasy myself after all that throwing up. I drift off for a few minutes just watching Christian and Teddy enjoying their 'man' time.
I have the baby monitor on the table next to me and I hear Grace. I get up and head to her room.
"Baby? Where you going?" Christian looks up at me.
"Grace is awake. I'm going up to check on her."
He turns around and returns to his cartoons. "Holler if I can help."
"Yeah. I'll do that." I mumble.
I walk in and Grace is sitting up in her bed. "Hey , baby. How are you feeling?" I pull her into my lap and press my lips to her forehead. She doesn't feel hot. That's good. "Do you want something to drink, Baby?" she nods at me. I take her down stairs and fix her a sippy cup with some cold ginger ale. If she keeps that down I'll try to get some Pedialyte down her.
I look over at Christian and Teddy, "You two plan to get dressed anytime today?"
Never looking at me Christian waves his hand, "Soon as this is over, Babe."
I take Grace back upstairs and rock her while she tries to drink her ginger ale. She is able to get it down, but sits up in my lap and starts to heave like she wants to throw up again. I rush her to the bathroom, but luckily she keeps it down. I put her back to bed and lie down with her and rub her tummy until she goes back to sleep. I drift off with her for a while.
I finally wake up and Grace is still sleeping. I get up and tiptoe out of her room. I walk to our bedroom and Christian is finally getting into his jeans and T-shirt. I sit on the bed and fall backward and let out a big sigh. Christian crawls on the bed and hovers over me and kisses me. "Tired, Baby?"
"Exhausted. I gave Grace some ginger ale and she kept it down. Maybe she's getting better."
"I looked in on her and the two of you were asleep." Christian says.
"I laid down with her to try to get her to sleep. I guess I fell asleep."
"You both looked so sweet. My two beautiful girls." Christian brushes the hair out of my face.
"This beautiful girl smells like baby vomit."
"I love the way you smell, Mrs. Grey." He kisses me deeper and I put my arms around him.
"Dad. You ready?" I hear Teddy say.
"Damn." Christian whispers against my lips.
"You guys kiss all the time. Don't you have anything better to do?" Teddy whines.
Christian sits up and pulls Teddy into his lap. "Oh, Teddy, Teddy my son. One day it will all become so clear." He says sarcastically.
"Well, what are you two 'Men' up to, ?" I ask .You going to teach him how to adjust himself in public or pass a silent fart?"
"You never know just what we 'Men' might do, Mrs. Grey."
"Well, get on with it and leave me alone. I'm going to take a nap until Grace wakes up again." I turn over and pull a pillow under my head. I'm gone again.
I wake to Christian brushing my hair off of my face. He leans over and kisses me.
"Have you heard anything out of Grace?" I ask.
"Not a peep. She's still asleep."
"Good maybe she's getting better."
"Where's Teddy?" I ask him.
"He's taking a nap. We had bologna sandwiches and then he laid down on the sofa and fell asleep."
"Who made the sandwiches? I know you didn't."
"Mrs. Grey. You wound me. I can certainly put a piece of meat between two pieces of bread and open a bag of chips. Besides Teddy told me how you do it."
"I'm surprised he didn't have to demonstrate."
Christian puts his arms around me and pulls me close. I run my fingers through his hair and smile up at him. " It's nice to have family time. You're such a good father, Christian."
"Who knew? I never thought I could do it. I never thought I could love as much as I love those kids."
I put my arms around him and kiss him. Christian pulls me close and I feel his hand up my T-shirt and cupping my breast. He slides my shirt up and kisses the mounds above my bra. Then he rests his head on my belly.
"Christian. What are you doing?" I look down at him.
"I can see that. What's wrong?"
"I know as soon as I get started one of the kids will cry or walk in on us. So, I'll just wait until I can have you without the intrusion. Coitus Non-interruptus, if you get my drift."
"I get your drift, alright."
"I need to go check Grace and we need to think about dinner. What do you feel like?"
"I'll take care of dinner, Mrs. Grey." Christian looks so smug.
"Excuse me? You're going to do what?"
"I'll take care of dinner. You've had your hands full with Grace today. It's the least I can do."
"Well. Okay. I guess you better go wake Teddy up so he can tell you how to do it."
"Another smart remark, Mrs. Grey." He buries his face in my belly and tickles me.
I giggle, "No. Don't. It tickles."
"You deserve that, Mrs. Grey."
"Well, at least my son, unlike his father, will know how to feed himself when he grows up."
"Well, Mrs. Grey. My son will be able to afford to have someone do it for him."
"Touche. Now help me up. I need to go check on our daughter."
I walk in to check on Grace and she is awake in her bed. "Hey, baby. How's my girl?" I walk over and sit next to her and stroke her curls. She smiles up at me with her binkie still in her mouth. "I think you feel better." She crawls over into my lap and I hug her.
I carry Grace down stairs and Christian is in the kitchen with Teddy. "Christian, what are you doing?"
"I'm cooking dinner. Should be ready in about 45 minutes. You want pepperoni or veggie?"
I shake my head and sigh, "Veggie."
We are at the dining table and finishing up our pizza that Christian so expertly ordered.
I have Grace on my lap feeding her some chicken broth. She's having a fit for pizza, but not on her stomach.
"I'll clean up." Christian offers .
"Don't hurt yourself." I chide him.
"Sweet. Real sweet, baby."
"Well, Theadore. You had the first lesson in cooking dinner. What was it?" Christian asks his son.
"Just say, 'Here's my card number.'" He smiles at his dad.
"Good. Now for lesson number two. Cleaning up." Christian grabs the empty boxes and Teddy helps him. They place the empty pizza boxes in the garbage. "Good. Now the difficult part. We pick up the glasses and plates and take them carefully to the kitchen. Like this." Christian and Teddy gather up the few glasses and plates and carry them to the kitchen. "Then once in the kitchen, we carefully place them in the sink so Gail can put them in the dishwasher in the morning."
"Christian! You just beat all, you know it?" I fuss at him. He flashes me the Christian grin.
I finish feeding Grace and she seems to be keeping everything down.
Teddy and Christian are back in the family room watching some strange show, Wipe Out, Wash Out, something like that. Teddy is on the floor watching and Christian is sitting on the sofa. I sit down on the sofa and cradle Grace rocking her. She has her binkie in her mouth and is sucking away. It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep. Christian leans over and props up on his elbow.
"What is she doing?" looking at Grace." I know you're not still nursing her."
"Huh?" I look down and she is nuzzling my breast and she has latched on with her little hand and is kneading it. "Oh she's just comforting herself. She still feels bad and I guess it's comforting to her. Sort of like when I was still nursing her."
"I can relate Gracie Girl." Christian takes her little foot and kisses it. "I'm glad she's feeling better."
"Me too. I'm exhausted. I'm going to take her up now." I walk upstairs with my baby and put her in her bed and cover her up. I set the baby monitor and tiptoe out of her room.
Downstairs, Christian and Teddy are yelling and cheering the contestants on. I walk in the family room. "You guys. Please keep it down. I don't want to wake Grace up."
I walk into the butler's pantry and fix myself a brandy. I fix Christian one as well. If he doesn't want it, I'll drink it.
"Here baby." I hand Christian the snifter.
"Oh, thanks, babe." He welcomes the glass and takes a sip. I flop on the sofa with him. "What the heck is this program about?" I ask. "It's just a competition show. Each player is trying to make it through without getting knocked off by the machines." Christian tells me.
He leans over and nips my breast. "Christian!" I admonish him and look over at Teddy.
"He's looking the other way watching TV. He won't see anything." He whispers.
"I don't care. Not in front of my son."
"Teddy. Time for bed after this show. Okay son?" Christian tells him.
"You're terrible, Christian Grey."
"If you're lucky, Mrs. Grey." He gives me a wicked Christian grin.
Shows over and Christian gets Teddy a bath and puts him down. I walk in and kiss him goodnight. "Thanks for being such a good boy today. I had to spend all my time with Grace. Did you enjoy being with your Dad today?"
"Yeah. We had a man day." He grins up at me. His little face is looking more and more like Christian's every day. He'll be a lady killer if he looks anything like his dad. " Well, don't grow up too fast, okay?" I kiss him goodnight.
"Goodnight, son." Christian smiles at him. He turns out the light and looks back at Teddy. "I love you, son."
"Me too, Dad."
Christian gives me a hug as we walk back to our bedroom. "Christian. Don't make him grow up too fast. He's still my baby."
"He can't stay a baby forever. I can't wait until I can teach him all about girls." Christian's eyes light up.
"Christian Grey, don't you dare. And if you do, don't tell me about it."
I sit down on the bed again and push back leaning against the headboard. Christian crawls up and lays his head in my lap. I feel him slip his hand under my T-shirt and pull my bra up. I gasp as he takes a breast in his mouth and begins to suck and pull.
"What are you doing?" I look down at him.
"I need comforting." He mumbles, breast in mouth.
"Evidently. What am I earth mother?"
"Don't say mother when I'm sucking on your tits. There's nothing motherly about it." He mumbles against my skin.
Christian stops and pulls back looking at me. "You smell like baby. I think you need a bath. I need you to smell like Ana. I can't fuck you when you smell like my daughter. And make no mistake, I do intend to fuck you."
"Whatever. Lead me to the tub." Christian starts the water and pours in the sweet smelling oil. He returns and starts to undress me. He pulls my T-shirt off over my head and then slips my bra off. He pulls his T-shirt off and I run my hands over his chest. Christian turns me to face away from him and cups my breasts in his hands kneading and massaging them. I lean back against his chest and place my hands over his. He drops a hand to my jeans and unbuttons them. His hand slips inside and slides across the wet apex of my thighs. I gasp as he hits just the right spot and my knees want to give way.
"Easy, baby." He whispers against my ear. "I've just started." I put my arms up behind me and circle his neck. He continues to pull and knead my breast as he slides his fingers against me over and over. My breathing is quickening. I catch my breath and silently tense against Christian as my belly begins to quiver and my spasms wash over me. I relax and go limp against him.
He supports me as I recover, "Damn that was quick, baby. I wasn't expecting that. I barely touched you."
"Sorry. It worked for me." I tell him.
Christian and I finish getting undressed and Christian enters the tub and sits down. I get in and he has me sit and lean back up against him. "Ahhh. Much better." I tell him. Christian places his legs over mine and slides his hands over my breasts kneading them. His hand glides down my body and slips between my open legs. He begins to stroke and circle me. I try to move my hips but his legs hold me tight.
"Just enjoy, baby." He whispers in my ear as he trails kisses down my neck. I place my hands on his thighs and press into his skin with my fingers.
"Good, God, Christian." I can hardly catch my breath.
"It's better when you can't move. You have to just take it all."
"God, Christian." I can't catch my breath.
"Okay, baby. Let go. Just let it all go and come." He is insistent.
I grab his thighs and catch my breath. I think I am going to lift out of the tub as my body tenses and my tummy begins to quiver. "Oh! My! God! Christian!"
"That's my baby. That's my good girl." He continues stroking and kisses my neck. I can't move. I go limp against him as I begin to wane. Then I am brought to the brink again.
"You can do it again, baby." Christian whispers. He is relentless.
I whimper, "Baby. Please."
"Please what? What do you want sweet girl?" My body trembles every time I try to breath. "Just feel it, baby. Just take it in and let me give you another one." I begin to cry. "Christian, I can't."
"Yes you can." He whispers. "And you will." My arms are now circled around his neck behind me. I arch my back, but I cannot move because he has me pinned with his legs. I cry out as my body quivers and trembles. I feel like my body has melted into his as I press against him and find a release. Finally I relax and Christian hugs me tight. "Shhh. Shhh. Baby. It's okay." I'm trying to catch my breath. "That was so good, baby. You did such a good job." Christian murmers to me. He strokes my hair and kisses my cheek as my body lies limp against him.
"Christian, I don't know whether you are incredibly gifted or cruel." I am still trying to catch my breath. I feel him smile against my neck.
Christian begins to soap me up. "Here, let's get that baby smell off of you."
"You didn't seem to mind it a moment ago." I snicker.
"I said I couldn't fuck you with baby smell on you. I haven't tried to fuck you yet."
I just want to sleep so bad. I'm so tired. I feel like a rag doll as Christian slides the soapy bath sponge over my skin. He rinses me off. I turn to face him and wrap him in my arms and kiss him deep and long and wet. I sit up and lower myself on to him. I hold my breath and give myself time to accommodate him. Christian wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. He takes a breast in his mouth and begins to suck and pull. I wince as it is slightly painful and back away a slightly. "Are you okay baby?" Christian asks.
"Yes. It's just getting close to that time of the month and I'm tender."
"I'm sorry. I'll be easy." He takes me again gently.
"Mmmmm. Better." I moan.
I begin to move forcing Christian to leave and enter me again, slowly. Christian's head leans back against the tub and I hear him groan. "Yes, Baby. You feel so good." I continue to raise and lower myself letting him enter and exit. I feel him begin to move underneath me meeting the movements of my hips. He puts his hands on my hips and as I lower myself, he forces me down. I grab the sides of the tub with my hands and brace myself. I begin to move my hips meeting him. "Oh, Ana. You are so sweet, Baby." He sits up and wraps his arms around me holding me still and he begins to increase the intensity of his drive. Christian buries his head into my breasts and continues to push himself into me until I feel him still and then begin to quiver as his belly trembles. " Oh, Fuck. Baby." He finally quiets and relaxes. I hug him pressing him to me. I kiss his head and stroke the skin on his back.
"Better?" I ask him.
"God. Yes. You have no idea. I love you so much, baby."
"Me too." I kiss the top of his head." We have made quite a mess, Mr. Grey. There is water everywhere."
"Making a mess, never seems to bother you, does it baby?"
Christian looks up at me, still with his arms around me. "No. No. It really doesn't bother me."
"You are so awful." I smile down at him.
"Yeah, but you love me." He grins up at me.
"Yes I do. I do love you."