Fifty Shades of Freaking Out(Completed)

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A few more weeks passed and we were laying on the play room bed, after a rather fantastic play as always. Our breathing were still out of control when Christian spoke.

'When would you like to get married?'

'I don't know?' I asked pushing myself up on my elbows to look at him.

'Okay, I tell you what. I'll give you a whole month.'

'What? A month? Do you know what it takes to arrange a wedding.'

'I can see someone had been reading 'Instyle Wedding'.'

'Yes, I have.'

'Where would you like it then?'

'Can we have it at your parent's place. I love the beautiful view over the water. Do you think your mother wouldl mind?'

'No not at all. In fact, I think we might have just made her day by having it there. Between Mia and my mother, I think they can arrange a nice wedding at the house. Now one more question.'

'And what is that Mr. Grey?'

'Would you like a big wedding or a small wedding?'

'Just family and friends nothing more, please.'

'Then it is settled then.'

'I guess so.' He kissed my hair and I trailed my fingers over his soft chest hair. The next morning Christian was on the phone with his mother and I was on the phone with mine as we told them our plans. Grace was indeed in seventh heaven when she heard we would like to hold our wedding on their property. Carla was glad we are keeping it small and can't wait to get in communication with Grace so they can talk wedding.

An intense hour later we were both done with our mothers and wedding talk when Christian and I head out for lunch. He booked us at a rather fancy French restaurant. We are enjoying each others company. Then out of nowhere a guy playing an accordion and another playing the violin came over to our table and Christian popped the question as our waiter pour us some French champagne.

'Anastasia Rose Steele, would you do me the greatest honor and marry me.' My eyes water up and through my happy tears, nod my head and said loud; 'yes.' So everyone around us that is staring at us can hear as well. The moment I gave the answer the whole restaurant burst out in a applause. Christian got up from one knee and slide my ring onto my finger.

He gave me, my hearts and flowers after all, with a bit of my fifty shades flavor. I stood up wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed like in the 1920's movie. Where the guy held the girl in his arms and bend down to kiss me. A second round of applause ran through the watching crowds. We sat back down and the whole restaurant were alight with a low humming buzz once again.

Christian looks like he just got the biggest saucer of cream he ever had. As for me, I was clearly blushing and the head of my face embarrassed me even more. Why do all my emotions always show so clearly on my face? We left for home a while later.

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Over the course of the past three weeks, my mother and Grace communicated more than four times a day to talk wedding. Everything went over smoothly so far but I can't help having this dark feeling that something might happen anytime. Christian asked me one evening over Mrs. Jones chicken-a-la-king dinners. I told him what I felt and he just had a very concern look on his face.

'I have a few good men out searching for Jack.'

'You haven't found him yet, huh?'

'No, but Welsh and the search party are collaborating to find him. So please baby don't worry.'

'It is not me I am worried about, here Christian. It is you. I almost lost you once...' I just couldn't finish my sentence as I feel the burning lump that was in the back of my throat wanted to burst.

'Hush now baby, nothing is going to happen to either of us, okay. I will make sure of that.'

'Okay.' I said with a small nod. I lost my appetite and just stared at my last bit of untouched food. I know Christian's burning gaze is on me. I really do know how he feels about wasting food. I can't really eat another bit. I couldn't take it anymore so, I jumped up from the table and ran to our room where I got out of my clothes in double quick time and I was in the shower crying my eyes out, just to get that burning lump at the back of my throat out.

'Ana?' Christian's concerned voice wash over me as he got into the shower behind me.

'I'm sorry I always make you worry about me. It is not all my intentions.'

'It's all right. Hush now.' He said and took me in his arms. We washed and climb into bed, with Christian holding me to his chest.