Fifty Shades Bound

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I wake up to find a glass of orange juice on my bedside table, along with a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers. I reach over to grab the tiny card resting against the glass of appealing juice and can't help but smile.

Ana,
Had to go into the office to do a little work but will be home in a few hours. Tell baby I say hi.
Christian

I decide to get out of bed and take a bubble bath. It's truly the best way to spend a morning while pregnant. It makes me happy and it makes Blip happy. Unfortunately I can't be in super hot water, but I'll take what I've got.

I run the water and pour some jasmine into the tub, something I've learned to love ever since I took my first bath with Christian.

Once the water reaches near the top of the tub, I step in and make myself comfortable. Leaning my head back, I try to relax, but for some reason I can't. Perhaps it's because I know that Christian is keeping things from me. Maybe it's just because the nearer Blip's due date comes, I get more anxious. I take a deep breathe and let it out slowly. Shut up Ana. This is your time for yourself. Focus on yourself. With that, I sink into the tub and am finally able to close my eyes.

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I arrive at my office by noon and get right to work. I've missed working. It gets boring staying at home. I scan over a few manuscripts and set about planning the upcoming conference meeting I have next week.

Am I going to tell Christian I'm flying to New York for a conference? The answer is no. He keeps enough from me. He doesn't need to know everything I do. Besides, Jack's here in Seattle. I'll be safe in New York. I cannot miss this meeting. I've missed enough work. I'm not going to allow him to stand in the way of my career.

I finish up my work, say goodbye to Hannah, and walk outside, where Sawyer patiently is waiting for me.

"Hello, Luke," I greet him while he opens the car door for me.

"Ma'am," he responds with a small smile. He shuts the door behind me and walks around the car, opening his door and sitting down.

"Home, Mrs. Grey?"

"Actually, there's somewhere I need to go first," I respond, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"Where to then?"

"Eslava," I say, gritting my teeth. There's only one person my husband confides in when things are on his mind, and it's not me.