Fifty Shades Bound

Chapter Fifteen

I awake to find Christian's side of the bed empty. I glance at the clock, which reads 3:42am. Where is he?

I get up slowly and put on my robe before walking out of our room. I listen for any voices, but hear nothing. As I move past the living room towards the kitchen, I notice a light coming from underneath Christian's office door. I tiptoe towards the door and lean my ear against it, not caring that I'm eavesdropping.

"What do you mean you don't know where he is?" Christian says, anger evident in his voice.

"We can't find him, Sir. We've searched through all the security cameras and have come back empty handed," I hear Taylor say.

"We're continuing the search, but as of right now it seems kind of hopeless," Sawyer says.

Suddenly I hear something shatter, making me jump.

"You better fucking find him or all your asses are on the line. I have a pregnant wife and I'm not bringing a child into this mess. I want him taken care of," Christian seethes.

Chills run down my back hearing his tone. I silently back away from the door and try to make sense of what I just heard. Who are they talking about? I want to ask Christian, but I know he would not be thrilled I was listening in on a private conversation. I walk into the kitchen and open the freezer to find the chocolate ice cream Mrs. Jones bought me. Finding a spoon, I immediately dig into the sweet goodness.

The door to Christian's office suddenly bursts open and out walks my angry husband. He stops when he sees me and we stare each other down for a minute, me eating my ice cream while he just glares.

"Were you eavesdropping?" He asks, the anger still very present in his voice. Not wanting to upset him more, I shake my head.

"No, I was hungry so I came out here a few minutes ago to eat something."

He studies me and finally nods his head, believing what I said. He walks around the counter to embrace me from behind.

"I'm sorry for sounding harsh. Work is stressing me out and I seriously need to schedule a workout with Bastille," Christian says, kissing my shoulder.

"It's okay," I reply, but honestly don't know how I feel about what I overheard in his office. Is he lying to me when he says it's just work? Or is it more than that?

"You know, ice cream isn't the healthiest thing to be eating this late at night," he teases, rubbing my belly. I laugh softly and put my hands over his.

"Blip was hungry, and I like ice cream no matter what time of day it is," I smile up at him. He leans down to place a kiss on my head and then takes the ice cream and spoon from the counter to put away.

"Back to bed, missy."

"Christian, you really need to stop babying me. Wait until Blip comes," I pout.

He smiles and takes my hand in his and leads me back to our bedroom. I take my robe off and crawl back under the covers while Christian goes to our closet to change. Minutes later, he reappears in sweatpants and a t-shirt and joins me in bed, moving to my side and wrapping his arms around me.

"Sleep, my sweet Ana."

His words instantly warm my heart and I drift peacefully.