Fifty Shades Bound

Chapter Eight

It's been two hours and Christian still hasn't come into our bedroom. I've been sitting here reading Jane Eyre, a book I don't particularly take interest in but it was all I had in the room. I was growing tired of Rochester and how deceptive he was to Jane. Who attempts to marry someone when they already have a wife? I close the book and place it on my night table. Now what do I do? There are only limited amounts of things for me to do in here. I stand up and head for the door, unsure if I should go out or not. I stick my head out of the room and look around. I see no one in the foyer or living room so I step out and make my way to the kitchen. After the events of this afternoon, I need food. I open the fridge and find chicken noodle soup that Mrs. Jones must have made yesterday. I pour the contents out into a bowl and place it in the microwave, not wanting to waste time heating it on the stove. While I wait for it to warm up, I walk towards Christian's office and stop at the door. It's closed but I can hear voices through it. Christian is yelling at someone and it makes me cringe. I place my ear against the door and listen.

"Clearly you're not doing your job very well considering my wife and I were targets!" Christian yells at someone. Targets? What does that mean? I strain my ears to hear a response but I don't hear anything. The microwave beeps, alerting me that my soup is ready. I walk back to the kitchen and grab my soup. The smell makes my mouth water. I quickly grab a spoon and hurry back into the bedroom, not wanting to be caught out here after hearing Christian in his office. I sit down at the desk in our room and dig in, devouring it quickly. I should try making it last longer but no matter what I know I'll be hungry again in thirty minutes, a perk of being pregnant. I shockingly haven't gained too much weight, but my boobs have been hurting like a bitch. They seem to be growing, which I like because I've always felt like my chest is too small, but this pain isn't worth it. I place my bowl on the side of the desk and open up my Mac. I check my work email, making sure I am caught up with everything that's been happening. It stresses me out knowing that I'm not in the office when a lot is going on. We've taken on three new authors and I would personally like to meet with them, however Christian won't allow it. He doesn't understand why I want to meet with them when I have a team that can easily do it. To say the least, I'm frustrated by the situation. I finish up on the Mac and grab my iPad, the one Christian bought for me. I grab some headphones and move to the bed, knowing I'll fall asleep listening to Ella Fitzgerald. I rest my head against my pillow and close my eyes.

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"Ana," Christian murmurs beside me. I open my eyes and find him lying on his side, staring at me. The room is dark, meaning it must be late.

"How long have I been asleep?" I mumble.

"I'm not quite sure. I've only been here for an hour."

"You've been watching me sleep for an hour?" I giggle, cuddling up to him. He wraps his arm around me and brings me to his chest. He smells heavenly.

"I sure have," he smiles. He leans down and kisses my head. "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?" I ask, confused. Do I have something planned tomorrow? Shit. I have no idea what he's talking about.

"You have an ultrasound scheduled for tomorrow," Christian says, amused that I had forgotten. Oh! Now I remember! Dr. Greene wanted me to come in a few weeks after my accident for a checkup. Now that he has mentioned it, I'm a little nervous. I hope Blip is doing well. That's my biggest fear right now. Images of Jack attacking me flood my mind and I shudder. Christian notices and holds me tighter.

"Don't think of him," he says softly, knowing what I am thinking of. I nod and shut my eyes, clearing the images from my head. He rubs my back as I breathe in and out, calming myself.

"I think you need a bath," Christian says, giving me a playful smile. I can't help but laugh.

"I already took a shower this morning!"

"Right. This morning..." Christian trails off, smirking, "I think we need to pick up where we left off." I can already feel my panties becoming wet.

"In the playroom?" I ask hopefully, catching Christian off guard. He stares down at me, not giving anything away with his facial expressions. Seconds go by and I am about to tell him to forget it when he nods. I sit there, stunned. Did his nod mean yes? Are we going to the playroom? Before I can ask him what he meant, he gets up and takes my hand.

"Up to the playroom we go," he smirks.