One Bad Night | Ana & Taylor & Christian

The Big House

Ana pov;

When the final touches are finished we all move into the big house. Christian and I have our bedroom and Taylor has the room further down the hall from us per Christian's suggestion. We still have some distance between Taylor's room and ours, but its a lot closer than we were in the apartment. Christian has been surprisingly supportive of my bond with Taylor. Together, Christian and I unpack our boxes labeled bedroom and put our belongings in their rightful place in the room. "Are you sure having Taylor down the hall is a good idea?" I know I was the one who voiced my desire of having Taylor in a room close to ours so I don't have to run a marathon when I need to find him, but having him so close is causing me some concern. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Christian gives me a confused glance as he holds a pair of my panties in his hands. I raise my eyebrows at the lace wad in his hands and he tosses them to me. I catch them and giggle, then neatly place them in my dresser. "Well....um....it's just that I'm a little worried about him uh..overhearing us?" I mumble, blushing crimson. "Oh." Christian laughs, catching on to my concern. "You don't have to worry about that, baby." He smacks the wall. "Soundproof." He proudly announces, with a devilish grin. "Of course." I roll my eyes, feeling stupid for even having to ask. Of course Christian thought of that and made sure the problem would be taken care of. "I should've known you'd think of that." I mutter, continuing to put my boxed up clothes away in my dresser and Christian and I's shared walk in closet. "How could I not? It's kind of a daily occurrence." I smile and toss my empty box to the side. "I think pretty soon we'll have to make it an hourly occurrence." I say, with a wink. "You know, I think I might just be able to fit that into my schedule." He teases, reaching out and smacking my ass. "Christian!" I scold him. I'm trying to finish unpacking! He laughs at my reaction and bends down to get the remaining items from our last open box. I watch him smash down the boxes, smiling the entire time at the way his face lights up at the chance for destruction. Life has gotten so much better for us since that awful night I announced my pregnancy to him. Ray is out of the hospital now and our new house is just perfect for our soon to be small family.

Taylor, Christian, and I have all started spending more time with each other. Instead of treating Taylor as one of his staff he treats him more as a friend and in my opinion he always should have. Him and Taylor have always been close and friendly with each other even if Christian hates to admit it. We almost always have dinner together when we eat in and Christian even agreed to have Sawyer drive him to work so Taylor can take me. I'm liking our new routine a lot. Having Taylor drive me to work makes the trip much more entertaining. He lets me choose the music we listen to and I get to talk to him, something I rarely did with Sawyer. Taylor's taken up going out and picking up lunch for me everyday and then we eat together in my office if I'm not too busy with my work. It's nice having hot food for lunch everyday instead of granola or a sandwich and I'm sure Gail enjoys having the extra time to herself instead of packing a lunch for me. Our new arrangement also benefits Christian in the way that he now doesn't have to worry about me as much since he knows Taylor is with me almost at all times. I know he also likes that I'm eating an actual lunch everyday especially now that I'm further along in my pregnancy. I'm a week into my fourth month of pregnancy and blip is healthy as ever. The growing baby bump between my hips has nearly doubled in size since I first noticed it starting to show and I know soon I'll have to buy some bigger work clothes. I'll have to ask Christian his opinion on what I should get when I think of it. He's a lot better with fashion than I am, or at least his personal shopper is.

When Christian is in the shower preparing himself for bed, I change into my nightdress and shuffle down the hall towards Taylor's room to tell him goodnight. Christian's been incredibly understanding about Taylor and I, but I have no idea how far he's willing to take it. At some point we'll all need to talk boundaries if we're going to minimize any hurt feelings. I tiptoe into Taylor's bedroom and stand at the foot of his bed, silently watching him read the book in his lap. "Knock, knock." I say, announcing my presence and he smiles up at me from his book. "Ana. I didn't see you there." He closes his book and puts it to the side. "May I sit?" He nods and moves over on the bed giving me plenty of room. "I'm not that big, Jason." I roll my eyes at him and his face lights up at me use of his first name. I almost always call him Taylor even though I know I don't have to. "You're not big at all." He replies, sounding amused. I wonder if it's the huge size difference between us that has him so amused. "I just wanted to come tell you goodnight." I state, with a smile. Then I lean in and give him a goodnight kiss. "Hmm..." I moan softly, everything below my waist contracts in response to his kiss. I lean in and kiss him again, this time deeper and longer, a slow burning sensation erupting throughout my body. When I finally break myself away from the kiss, I tell him goodnight one last time. Then I climb into my bed and doze off still waiting for Christian to get out of the shower.