50 Shades of Family

Happy Birthday

((Kinky!!! the gif is totally irrelivent but WHO CARES!! HOT!

Also...I used the name jackie for his desk attendent before, but I totally forgot about Andrea. So Jackie is now Andrea!))

Ana's POV

I wake up, but don't open my eyes. Then suddenly a thought occurs to me. I roll onto my husbands chest and trace figure eights in his chest hair. His eyes flutter and I can tell he is trying not to smile, making his lips quiver just a bit. I push up on his chest and kiss right below his ear. When I look back at his face his blue-grey eyes are shining back at me.

“Guess what day it is?” I whisper. He kisses my head, burying his nose in my hair, and hums. “It's your birthday.” He rolls his eyes as I shift my silk clad body to hover over his. I straddle his waist allowing my hands to roam where they may.

“I'm just one year older. Nothing to get too excited about.” He smiles and his hands move up and down my thighs.

“I can always get you excited.” I whisper seductively rolling my hips down on his. At the intimate contact a wicked gleam flashes in his eyes. “You think I can stay home from work today?” I pout, puffing out my bottom lip. Christian leans up and captures my lip between his teeth and tugs on it rather harshly.

“How about we both stay home today?” He suggest.

“Oh no.” I shake my head and scrape my nails down his chest earning a deep throat growl from my very sexy husband. “You have to go to work, Mr. Grey.” I NEED you to go to so I can carry out my plans!

He eyes me suspiciously and I just wink, pecking his lips and rolling off of him, landing on my feet. Before I can escape to make him a special birthday breakfast he captures my wrist and sits up, the fallen bed sheets revealing his naked torso. “Are you forcing me to go to work on my birthday?” He pouts like a five year old not wanting to go to school. All I do is pinch his cheek, nod my head, and sashay out of our room.

About ten minutes later I have the pancake batter mixed up, strawberries perfectly sliced, whip cream ready to go as well as the candle and sprinkles! Good thing the kids aren't here. Christian walks in with his dark gray slacks on paired with one of his many white shirts. His suite jacket and tie are hooked on one finger hanging over his shoulder. His hair looks freshly dried from his morning shower and is gelled and combed back to perfection.

“So what has my lovely wife cooked for me this morning?” He smirks taking a seat at the counter.

“Pancakes.” I giggle placing the plate of food in front of him. Before he can touch it I pile on a mound of whip cream, rain down some rainbow sprinkles, and place a burning pink candle on top of all the diabetes. “Make a wish.” He closes his eyes and blows out the candle. I walk over and lean on my elbow next to him. “What did you wish for?” I look down at his pancakes and next thing I know I have white stuff all over my nose. Not what your thinking. When I go to wipe it off, Christian stops me. He leans toward me and his lips affectionately remove every last trace of whip cream.

“I can't tell you.” I sigh as he chuckles and digs into his breakfast like a little kid. I continue cooking my pancakes and once I'm finished I grab a plate and take a seat next to my husband.

In no time our plates are cleared and in the sink and Christian scrambles around for his work necessities. As he approaches me, with a sad child’s frown on his face, he slips his phone in his pocket and stands in front of me so I can tie his tie. Yes, he is a big boy and can do it himself, but he decided early on in our marriage that he found it sexy when I tied it for him.