Fifty Shades Bound

Chapter Two

Mrs. Jones has pancakes and bacon waiting for me when I reach the breakfast bar. With a watering mouth, I dig in, devouring everything on my plate.

"Food okay, Mrs. Grey?" She smiles kindly, knowing fully well why I'm so hungry.

"It's wonderful, Mrs. Jones. This little one has a big appetite already," I joke, making her smile as she takes my plate. I get off my stool and walk back towards the bedroom, but on second thought, I turn around and walk into the library. I need a book to distract me from the bed rest insisted by my dear husband. I roll my eyes thinking of his reaction to me getting out of bed this morning. Such a control freak. I settle on Jude the Obscure by Hardy, my favorite author. It makes me remember how Christian had given me first edition copies of Tess of the D'Urbervilles and my reaction to the gift. That seems like forever ago, I think, even though it was only a few months back. With my book, I walk back into the bedroom and climb into bed, wincing as my ribs protest the movement. I situate myself in the numerous pillows Christian has laid out for me and settle in to read. After only three pages, I fall into a deep sleep.

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I wake with a start. Christian is lying next to me, watching me.

"Hi," I mumble, not ready to wake up.

"Hello, Mrs. Grey. How has your day been?" He smirks.

"Quite eventful actually. I went shopping with Mrs. Jones and then went to the office to pick up a few things. Nothing out of the ordinary. How was your day?" I ask him sweetly. He glares at me, not appreciating my joke.

"Very funny, Mrs. Grey. What am I going to do to you?"

"I have a few ideas," I smile, reaching my hand out to stroke the side of his face.

"Oh no, I don't think so. Not until you're completely healed," he states.

"Please? I'm okay, really."

"Not happening, so stop getting your hopes up. Let's get you some food, shall we?" He says, getting up off the bed and offering his hand to me. I grumble and take his hand, wincing as my ribs begin their torturing pain. Christian looks at me with alarm.

"Can I get you anything? Have you taken your medication?"

"I'll take some after I've eaten. Blip and I are hungry," I say, famished yet again. Christian and I walk into the kitchen and find Mrs. Jones making a chicken pot pie. It smells amazing. Christian pulls out my chair and I sit, overly excited to eat. Christian notices and gives me an approving smile.

"I love how you eat all the time now. Maybe you should always be pregnant," he teases, smirking.

"Very funny," I retort, rolling my eyes. Mrs. Jones serves us and I dig in, appreciating every mouthful. Christian watches me eat for a minute, then dives into his meal too. We both clear our plates within minutes.

"That was delicious," I say, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

"Agreed. Definitely one of Mrs. Jones's best meals," Christian responds. He stands up and takes our plates to the sink while I sit back and watch him. I know if I get up my ribs will start hurting again, so I try to stay as still as possible. Christian finishes and walks back to me.

"Are you okay to move?" He asks, his worried face back.

"I'm fine," I say. I begin to sit up, but suddenly Christian lifts me into his arms and we're heading into the bedroom. He lies me back in bed and sits down beside me.

"I have a few things to do for work. Would you like me to stay in here and work on the laptop?" He offers. I nod my head, not wanting him to leave. He smiles and reaches over to the bedside table where the Mac is and fires it up. I watch him as he reads his emails, his eyebrows scrunching together in thought. He has a beautiful face, I think to myself. Christian glances at me and gives me his shy smile.

"Almost done," he says, reaching out to stroke my cheek.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere," I tease.

"You've got that right," he laughs, and returns back to his work. I shift onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I'm exhausted. You would think after the past week of being in bed that I would be fully rested, but that is not the case. I close my eyes and begin to drift.

The small copper-headed boy is back. His blanket is in his small hands, and he is smiling. His grey eyes are bright and shining. He laughs and runs ahead of me, wanting me to chase him. I run after him, making him laugh even more. I catch up to him and pick him up, swinging him around and laughing along with him. He turns to look at me and grabs my face with his little hands. "I love you," he says, giving me a wide smile. "I love you too," I tell the little boy, wrapping my arms around him tighter.

I am too warm. I open my eyes to find Christian wrapped around me. I nuzzle into him, being careful not to wake him. It's only 4:30. Christian will be up in an hour and a half. I lay there and think about the events that have transpired this past week. Christian has been with me through all of it. What would I do without him here? The thought makes me shudder. Life without Christian...I can't even imagine. The incident with Charlie Tango scared me enough. I don't need to further upset myself. I begin to relax and close my eyes, letting sleep consume me.