Mrs Jones has prepared pancakes for Ana, by special request, along with bacon and maple syrup. My girl is hungry and I'm glad to see her eating so well. Breakfast sex always gives her an appetite. I have my usual egg-white omelet and black coffee. I rarely eat a heavy breakfast and I've booked a session with Bastille just before lunch; another good reason for not eating too much.
"I'm going to be late tonight," says Ana, whilst running her eyes across one of her endless manuscripts. "I'm meeting Mia and your mother to go over wedding plans. Apparently my decision on the hors d'oeuvres is absolutely essential."
She rolls her eyes and I can't help smiling at her. As long as she's not rolling her eyes at me, that's just fine. On the other hand, eye-rolling is forever associated with twitchy palms in my mind, and that's very fine indeed. Fuck. Now I'm thinking about it, I'm getting very fucking hopeful that Ana will roll her eyes at me. But I'm sure I'll find some other transgression that deserves a gentle chastisement. Maybe with the silver balls.
Fuck. I'm really going to have to get my mind on something else or I'll be going to work with a granite hard-on again.
"Yes, the hors d'oeuvres is certainly your department."
She raises her eyebrows.
"And why is that, Mr Grey? Won't you be attending this wedding?"
"Baby, wild horses and a Sherman tank couldn't keep me from marrying you."
"I'm very glad to hear it. But we should make time to work on our vows - we haven't got that many days left to do it."
I'm confused. Did I hear her right?
"Our vows? What about them?"
She cocks her head to one side and gives me a puzzled stare.
"Our wedding vows, Christian. We need to work on them. I want them to be perfect - to say everything we want to say. It's important."
"What are you talking about, Ana? We don't have to write vows - it's already been done. 'I promise to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part'; you promise 'to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part'. See, easy. Job done."
