【Fifty Shades of Phoebe】

C h a p t e r S i x ;

Anastasia's POV : a day before the graduation ceremony. 

I woke up with the sunlight in my face. Christian was sleeping heavenly beside me, his breathing slow and quiet. He was the same Christian I've met 24 years ago, only he's much older now - in his early 50's. He's still the gorgeous gazillionaire I fell in love with, only I didn't fall for his money. His hair is still copered, but the color a little faded - not one grey strand to be found. His face, mature and flawless, no wrinkles but he does look older, and it gives him a more sophisticated look. I on the other hand, look like an old hag beside him. He says I haven't aged a day, but I guess i'm still a little insecure about my looks. 

''Good morning Mrs.Grey.'' He murmured with a sleepy voice, surprising me from my daydream. He looks as dreamy as ever, toussled up hair and crooked smile. This man belongs to me and only me. Mine. 

''Well good morning to you too, Mr. Grey.'' I snuggled closer to him, smelling his sweet Christian smell. 

''You know what today is right?'' I asked innocently.

''How can I forget? What do you wanna do baby?'' 

''Well, it's not every day I turn 43. How about we stay in and snuggle all day?'' I ask, playing with his happy trail. I'm glad he never shaved it. 

''Hmm, don't temp me Mrs. Grey. I already got plans for us love. Now scurry your pretty little butt in the shower while I make you breakfast.'' He got up and stretched loudly, letting me enjoy the view of my half naked husband. His perfectly toned torso is shirtless, and he's got grey boxers hanging around his waist. My man is the ultimate eye candy. I eat him up with my eyes.

''Enjoying the view?'' He smirked, looking down at me. Oh yes, loving it. I bite my lower lip in a sensual way, knowing that always drives him crazy.

''Maybe the shower can wait..'' He groaned, looking at me with eyes i'm too familiar with. The shower can indeed wait... 

''This is your fault.'' He murmured breathlessly, brushing his hand through his just fucked hair. 

''My fault? What ever did I do, Mr. Grey?'' I teased him, giving him my best I'm Innocent face. He laughed beautifully and held me tighter in his arms.

''I love you baby. Come on, we still got time to do whatever I've got planned for you.'' He kissed my cheek and got up, heading towards the bathroom, leaving me alone on our too big bed. I might as well go join him.

I look at myself in the foggy mirror. My hair is still damp and my body is wraped around a towel. My blue eyes are way too big for my small face, and skin way too pale. But I've learnt to accept the way I looked, and Christian seems to love every part of me so I've got no reason to be insecure. I head towards the room, and I see the blue dress Christian bought for me on our 20th anniversary laid carefully on the bed. I smile at the memory of that day. He brought me to the Carribbean, and made planned a fancy diner for two during night right beside the swooshing waves. It was the second most magical night of my life, the first one being our honeymoon. I drop the towel and hold up the dress, observing it carefully. The texture is like silk, very soft to the touch and the color is pale blue, the same color as my eyes. There are two straps and on the back that are both attached together. The dress goes all the way down to my feet, dragging on the floor slightly. The dress is tight so it shows very well my curves, but looser towards the end. It has a mermaid feel to it, and I love it.  I unzip the dress and let it drop over me, fitting me perfectly. I'm surprised it still fits after all these years. I smile at myself and go search for my husband.