It's been two days since my terrible visit to the hospital. I'd been cooped up at home. Since Christian didn't feel I was capable of going to work he'd ensured that Sawyer was here to watch over me.
Sighing , I rolled my eyes. As if he could keep me away from work. I was just too exhausted to even fight with him and was secretly glad I got to rest. This baby had taken a toll on me , especially with Jack being out of jail.
I was definitely worried about what could happen. Jack was probably vengeful after what happened to him – though he deserved it – i'd shot him for Christ sake. Who wouldn't want revenge ?
I didn't want Christian to see me this way or else he would've been right all along. I couldn't handle it , but how could I? Jack Hyde had never changed in jail as I hoped he would've. Two years did nothing to him and I was more convinced now more than ever by the interaction that occurred a couple days ago.
Jesus. How had my life moved to this ?
I was happy , very much happy with my life. Now I was pregnant , my husband was sort of acting out and a man I'd helped put in jail was out and possibly after my family.
Now I was getting angry all over. The fact that Christian wanted me to sit here in this house not knowing what the hell's going on was maddening.
Though I knew he was only trying to protect both me and our growing family , I still couldn't help but be angry. This was my family too , at least let me in on what was going on. But no Mr. Grey wanted to play an ass and keep secrets. Fitting my hand in my head I looked over the meadow where Christian , Teddy and I would take walks. I stared at my almost curving tummy , " A few more months baby and you'll be here with us."
I heard footsteps coming toward the door and knew it had to be Mrs. Jones , since Sawyer didn't have the balls to come up here. Both Christian and Taylor were at work , so it had to be her.
"Anastasia ?"
I looked up at the steel gray eyes looking down at me , " It's Anastasia now?"
Closing his eyes , he rubbed his temples and sighed , "Isn't that your name?"
Knowing that he could see me I shrugged my shoulders , he knew exactly why he used my full name. If that's the game he wants to play , then who am I to stop him?
"How's your head?" , he asked stripping off his tie.
Thinking about it now , my head wasn't as bad as it was yesterday maybe the fact that I've gotten some rest helped me quite a bit. I look up at him and he stares, waiting.
"I'm okay, Christian" I say, trying to sit up. "would you please sit down?"
He sighs and then sits and I finally get a good look at him. His hair is disheveled from dragging his hand through it, probably out of frustration, and there're little circles beneath his eyes. He looks tired.
"Christian, what's wrong?" He looks at me now, and I could have sworn I saw fear in those grey depths but it was quickly banked, instead he gave me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and kissed my forehead.
"It's nothing , it's just been a rough two days with taking care of Teddy, work and you in the hospital." I try to believe him, even though I know that's not the entire truth but I as soon as I am about to accuse him Teddy runs in, his hair a mop of dark short curls just like his dads and his shirt sticky mess.
"Mommy!" he screams jumping up. Christian catches him before he crashes into me. I take him kissing his face all over.
"Hi, my big boy." I smell his scent and i'm at ease knowing that he's right here with us safe and warm. I hug him tightly to my chest. " How was school today? Were you a good boy for Mrs. Jones?"
He shakes his head, "Uh huh. Daddy carried us to the park didn't you Daddy?" when Christian merely shook his head, Teddy continued "because you need rest, Mommy. Are you okay, Mommy?"
I kiss him on his lips, overwhelmed with emotion for my growing boy "I'm fine baby but Mommy and Daddy has something to tell you."
Christian's head whips up at the sound of that and I see the puzzlement swimming in his eyes until he recognizes just what I mean. Teddy now turns to Christian mirroring the same puzzled look his father had only seconds ago, my mercurial boys. Oh, I love them.
" How do you feel about a brother or sister Theodore?" Christian asks with a contented smile on his face. "I'm going to be a brother?"
I look at him not quite shocked at how easy he understands, " Yes, in a few months mommy'll have a baby."
"Ya! Can I go tell, Mrs. Jones?" Christian lifts him off the bed and to the floor and he ran right off calling "Mrs. Jones!"
"I think by the time he finds her she'll already know." I laugh.
Christian turns and looks at me , he raises an expectant eyebrow. "What?"
I shake my head. Stop pulling away from him , my subconscious scowls. She's right , I do this and he'll go further into myself. Listening to my subconscious I slide over to him placing my hand on his back , at my touch I feel his tension slowly go away. Poor baby, I rest my other hand on his thigh and he looks at me.
"What are you doing?"
I say nothing , instead I start unbuttoning his baby blue dress shirt my hands moving as slow as I could manage trying not to rush. I hear his sharp intake of breath and I know whatever I'm doing is working. Finished with his buttons I leave his shirt hanging open, sitting back to look at him. His hair was disheveled, his grey eyes now black looked down at me hungry and anticipating my moves. Shifting to my knees I run my knuckles over the waistband of his pants and feel the sweetest pleasure of him quivering, quickly he grabs on to my wrist. " Ana?"
I stare into his eyes, willing him to stop me. Instead he bends and presses his lips heavily to my own and breathe a wistful sigh. I run my hands greedily up his chest holding on tightly to the lapels of his shirt, quickly I straddle his legs needing a certain friction between my legs. His tongue swirls against mine and if I weren't already sitting i'd buckle to the floor.
My mind swirls and it brings me back to the very first night we made love in the penthouse at Escala and I can't help but smile at how far we've come. Pushing his shirt over his broad shoulders, kiss his scars and whisper, " I love you."
With that he quickly twists us so that now he straddles me and I can't help but giggle at the grin he sports his dimple popping out when he says, "And I you, Mrs. Grey," kissing right beneath my ear he whispers again "And I you."
