50 Shades of Family

Give it time

((This isn't edited. For some reason there are no spaces between some words...sorry. I'll fix it when I can. Enjoy!))

Ana's POV

Today, the Taylor's have a day off. I believe Jason and Gail went on a romantic night stay at the Four Season's hotel and Sophie and Ted are moving things in to their new apartment.

I stand in the kitchen placing dishes in the dish washer while watching my husband roll around on the white carpet with Juliet. Christian decided to come home early, luckily he walked through the door just as Juliet stated screaming her head off. He switched to Super Daddy mode, throwing his coat off and running to get on the floor and cheer her up. The second she saw her daddy's face all the wailing stopped and the giggles erupted. After Kenneth finishes a simple Kindergarten school paper, he jumps down from the bar tool and runs to Christian.

"Daddy!" He squeals and crashes into Christian who sits crossed legged in front of Julie, who is rolling around on her stomach.

"Hey, son." Christian chuckles and falls back with the boy on his chest. My heart breaks a bit but at the same time the affectionate action makes me smile. "What have you done all day?"

"I played and I also ate food and then I did some school stuff." Kenneth shrugs then gasps. "Power Rangers starts in a few minutes!" Watching the new episode of Power Rangers every week has become a ritual for my two boys.

"Well then, how about you turn on the television and I'll go grab us some juice?" Kenneth jumps off the floor and hops onto the couch with remote in hand. Christian chuckles and stands from the floor, dusting his pants off and striding over to me, where I still stand in front of the sink.

"Hello, beautiful." He whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. "Hmm, barefoot and in my kitchen,love it."

"It's barefoot and pregnant." I correct. Every time I was carrying one of the kids, he felt the need to express his pleasure of finding me bloated and waddling around the enormous space.

"Not again, please." He groans. I flash a timid smile and his brows immediately furrow. He doesn't take his eyes of me as he reaches into the fridge and grabs the sparkling grape juice, little kid wine as Kenneth calls it, then he pulls me by the waist into his chest.

"What's wrong?" I just shake my head and look back at my son who sits patiently, waiting for commercials to be over.

"You know, he still hasn't called me mom." I whisper. I don't know if it is a ridiculous title to get upset over but every time he calls Christian "dad" or "daddy" my breathing stops and the mini voices in my head keep reminding me he hasn't acknowledged me as his mother.

It's been a little over three months.

"It may take time. I was the same way." He tries to reassure me, and I fight the urge to laugh.

"It took you two years to talk to your family at all. It took him two minutes to talk to us and less than a day to call you 'dad'. He comes to you for everything, I feel completely useless in his life." I whine and turn to retrieve two small glasses for my husband and son. Christian sets down the bottle in his hands and takes the glasses out of mine before capturing my face in his hands.

"Anastasia, you are anything but useless in that little boys life. He's just grown up as a pretty self sufficient child."

"We seem to have raised a lot of those." I grumble causing Christian to chuckle at my expense.

"When I first started talking to Grace and Carrick, it was easy to call him my father because I never knew my biological one. Titling Grace as my mother...it was harder because the only other mother I knew didn't take care of me, was a crack whore, and allowed a man to push me around. For me that was what a mother was, and I didn't want another woman in my life like that." He takes my hand and places it over his heart. "Same went for this."