Fifty Shades Deeper

Chapter Ten

So i'm back from holiday now, it was really fun but i'm gald to be home!!

Here is the next chapter, it's got a little surprise at the end for you, just to keep you happy ;)

Ana and Christian are back for the weekend, but I feel like I should point out; this story is not about them, I keep getting comments like make christian and ana more involved and romatic between them, but i'm focusing on Jay and the story at hand, the first three fifty shades are all about Christian and Ana, so If I dont pay enough attention to them in this story, I do appologize, but it's not about them :)

Thank you all for commenting and reading and voting, it made me smile when I came back home to find so many possitive comments <3

“Hello?” I answered my phone when it woke me up on Saturday morning.

“Morning sweetie.” I heard my mother’s voice say.

“Mom?” I was still half asleep.

“Did I wake you up?” She asked with an amused tone.

“Well, yeah, what time is it?” I ask, looking around me to find my alarm clock.

“Half seven? Mom, it’s a Saturday!” I groan and flop back into my pillows.

“We’re just getting the Jet to New Hampshire.” She says with exasperation and a hint of a laugh.

This woke me up, of course they were coming down at the weekend!

“What time are you landing?” I ask, climbing out of my bed reluctantly.

“Nine o’clock.” She tells me.

“Do you want me to pick you guys up?” I offer.

“No it’s fine, your dad has organized that.”

Figures.

“Okay, well I’ll see you in a few hours then.” I say.

“Okay, love you Jason.” She says with her sweet motherly voice that I can’t resist.

“Love you too mom.” I chuckle then hang up.

“Grace!” I shout, coming out of my bedroom, thinking she is still asleep but Is in fact up and dressed and eating breakfast at the kitchen island.

“Morning.” She grins when she sees my surprise.

“You’re up early.” I comment.

“Mom and Dad are coming, of course I’m up, I made you pancakes by the way.” She says, smirking at me.

“I forgot.” I admit and sit the opposite side of the island and dig into my breakfast. “Thanks.” I tell her, meaning the food.

“No problem, oh, and Eric is on his way over.” She informs me.

“Why?” I ask, Eric hadn’t rung or texted me.

“He wants to talk to you about something, I don’t know, he just rung the house phone, how did he even get the number?” She questioned.

“We have a house phone?” I laugh, not knowing that information.

“It’s right there.” She says, pointing to the now obvious phone hanging on the kitchen wall beside the fridge.

“Oh.” I say, very intelligently.

“Get dressed; he’ll be here in five minutes.” She says, taking my empty plate from me and putting it in the dish washer.

I shrug and disappear into my room again to dress.

Just as I come out of my room Eric lets himself in through the front door.