Fifty Shades of Baby Grey

Chapter Nine

Ana:

I am very warm - Christian warm. I wiggle beneath him , opening my eyes - it's either really late or really early. I crane my neck to see the time , it's barely 2 o'clock the morning - Christian is wrapped around me like a vine. His head on my chest , one of his hands on my breasts , his legs wrapped around mine - jeez he's heavy. My throat is dry and in need of water , I shift again underneath Christian- he mumbles in his sleep and his eyes open "What's wrong?" His voice is thick with sleep , "I'm thirsty ," Christian removes his body from me and slips from underneath the covers "I'll get you some water," He exits our bedroom , I sit up in bed and gaze over at Teddy. He is sound asleep , with his hands balled at each side of his face. My precious baby boy. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn , my body is slowly feeling more like its old self. Though I doubt it will ever look the same. My inner goddess is already running on the treadmill and encouraging me to join.
Christian is back with a big glass of water , he hangs me it then climbs back into the bed.

I take a large sip. It's cold and tastes perfect. "Good?" Christian mutters , he rubs his eyes sleepily. "Yes thank you," I whisper so Teddy doesn't wake , I place the glass of water on the nightstand then cuddle back into Christians chest. Christian kisses my hair and sighs contently "I love you Anastasia," I smile against his chest "I love you more Christian," He leans in and places a tender kiss on my lips. I kiss back tenderly and all too soon our moment is broken by a tiny baby cry. Christian chuckles and pulls away "Ill get him," I sit and prop up against the headboard then turn on the bedside lamp. Christian leans into Teddy's bassinet and picks him up , softly cooing to him "Its okay son, let's change you" And with the most tenderness I've ever seen Christian use , he cleans and puts a fresh diaper on our son. A rush of unfamiliar emotion runs through me as I watch , seeing my husband care for our son makes me so happy. Oh Christian how did you ever doubt yourself?

Christian places a fussing Teddy in my arms , I gently rock him while unsnapping my bra and freeing my breast for Teddy. "Shhh here you go sweet boy," I coo to him and help guide him to my nipple. Teddy grunts out and begins to knead the skin of my breast encouraging the flow of my milk. I kiss his soft red hair "He's perfect Ana ," Christian murmurs from beside me , his face has awe written all over it. I smile at him "I know ,". Christian curls back underneath the blankets with me and together we watch Teddy have his nighttime snack.

Teddy is up the rest of the night. He's either nursing or crying. Christian is concerned I know it , his face is tense as his body. I try to keep my calm and gently rock Teddy and feed him but I'm exhausted.
Christian and I watch the sun rise while Teddy nursing from my breast but he's not eating he is simply suckling for comfort. I yawn and rub my eyes - I'm exhausted. Christian stretches from beside me and releases a big yawn "Is he asleep?" He asks and I gaze down at Teddy. Nope , his little grey eyes are wide open. I shake my head and Christian nods "I'm going to use the restroom," Christian mutters and heads into the ensuite.

Teddy unlatches from my breast and let's out an piercing cry. I check his diaper - it's completely dry. I burp him , he still doesn't quiet. Christian is out of the restroom in a second "Ana why won't he stop?" Christian asks and searches my face for answer. He is beside himself and so am I. A tear runs down my face , I'm exhausted and my breasts are very tender . "I don't know Christian, please get my mom" I'm this moment I'll I want is my mommy. Christian nods and practically runs from the bedroom.
I coo to Teddy in my arms "Shh please stop," The tears pour down my face , Teddy continues to cry - his little face red and blotched from his screams.

My mother is beside me all of a sudden , she is taking Teddy from my arms. "Ana calm down ," Her tender voice soothes me , I nod and wipe my eyes "Okay," I sniffle. She smiles and looks down at the still screaming Teddy. "Has he been fed?" I nod "Burped?" I nod again "Changed?" "Multiple times now ," I mutter and scan the room for Christian , his is sitting on the edge of the bed with a lost look on his face. Oh fifty it's okay , babies cry.
Carla looks down at Teddy "He may have gas , has he had a poop diaper?" "Yes , three times now," Christian responds.