Fifty Shades

28

I wake feeling too hot under Christian. I make an effort to stretch my deliciously achy limbs without waking him. He looks so handsome, youthful, and happy in his sleep. I lean over and kiss his beautifully sculpted lips before climbing out of bed. I grab the sash off of the floor and head to the bathroom. I grab the robe and slip it on, I the tie the sash around me. I'm going to be Christian Grey's wife, I'll be Mrs. Grey. I smile at the thought, I've never belonged to someone, let alone have someone be mine. He's my fifty shades.

I smile like a goofball and look at my rosy cheeks in the mirror. I wash my face and grab a hand towel to dry it. I decide on putting my hair in a loose bun. When I'm out I see Christian twisting and turning on the bed. I rush over and hold him. "What is it?" I whisper and hold his face, rubbing his cheeks. "Anastasia," He murmurs as his eyes flutter open. "I'm here," I whisper and kiss him. "What'd you dream about?" I wipe a lone tear that escapes his eyes. Oh poor fifty, it aches my heart seeing him like this. "You can tell me," I urge. "It's the crack whore and her pimp. They're fighting, and I run to hide away, but when he leaves she lays there on the floor cold." He confesses. "I hold her in my arms but she doesn't wake, I can't save her, the police comes in and pronounce her dead. My mother, she's dead." He sobs and clings onto me. "I'm so sorry," I murmur and wrap my small frame around him in effort to comfort him. "Thank you for telling me," I kiss his shoulder. "Don't ever leave me Anastasia," he begs.

"I'm here, always."
"mine," He half smiles.
"Yes, yours, completely," I kiss his lips.

"Sleep," I whisper and he closes his eyes and drifts back to sleep. I lay there holding my man for who knows how long. He's becoming more open with me. I decide that I'll let him tell me on his own time.

The sun beams through the curtains, illuminating the room. I unwrap myself from around him and slowly get out of the bed. I head out the French doors and down the stairs. I walk down the hall past the dining room and into the kitchen. "Ana," Ray greets me. He's fully dressed and I'm hardly in a robe. Shit I forgot he'd be down here again. I'm so used to it only being me and Christian...well and Gale and Taylor. "Dad, goodmorning!" I go through the contents of the fridge and decide on making breakfast for the two men in my life. "Hungry?" I ask. "Starving,"

"Figured," I shrug. When I lived with him I did all the cooking for him. In hindsight, it was good training because Christian apparently likes it when I cook. "Quite a place he has here." He remarks. "Yeah.. its a lot. It'll take much time getting used to it." It will. I've never known or aspired to be wealthy, now I'm marrying a billionaire. My life is about to turn on an axis. "Christian told me you came up last night, I fell asleep early, after all that excitement." I feel bad lying to Ray, but as far as I'm concerned.. he thinks I'm as innocent as one could be. Oh how that's changed. "He asked me for your hand in marriage yesterday morning. He flew me out here and there we were. He seems like a good man, is he making you happy?"

"So old fashioned." I giggle. I mix the eggs and pour them into the heated pan. "He makes me happier than I've ever been," I smile because it's true. Without him I guess I'd be living a simple life with little to no excitement otherwise. He's taught me so much in such little time. "Scrambled good?" I ask. "For me too!" Christian emerges from the doorway. His hair flopped down on his forehead and those sweatpants that hangs so sexily around his waist. He's dressed, I suppose he knew better than me. "Goodmorning Ray." He greets him and then walks over to me and kisses me on cheek. "How was your room?" He asks.

"It was fine thank you, the view was just great." Ray exclaims. Christian hands lingers around to my behind and caresses it. I look up at him and a huge smile is splayed across his face. "Can you set the plates?" I ask him and he nods. "Ana tells me you fish," he says as he grabs some plates from the cabinets. "Yes, quite skilled too. Caught a fourty-three- pounder steelhead once on the coastal waters!" Christian takes a bar stool next to Ray and they go on about fishing for the rest of breakfast. I'm glad they're getting along well.

Christian and I head upstairs. "I had Sawyer get our things from the hotel," he says and points at our luggage. I decide on getting ready. An hour passes by and it's 7:11am on Friday. Today's our flight back. I send out a few emails and then text Jack and Elliot and notify them  that our flight leaves at 8:30am. It'll be 1pm when we get to Seattle, perfect time for Dr. Greene to come over. Christian emerges from the bathroom fully dressed in some jeans and a polo. "You look especially sexy today," I smirk. "So do you, this dress looks amazing on you baby," He smiles and I twirl around for him. He picked it out, of course he likes it. It's a grey halter neck dress, very similar to the one I wore on my graduation day. Ah the day he gave me the submissive special and my first hiding.

"I forgot to tell you, thanks for flying in my sister," he pecks my lips and hugs me tightly. "You're very much welcome, thank you for bringing my father, he tells me you asked him for my hand." I furrow my eyebrows. "I did, it was the right thing to do. I also called your mother, she'll be at the apartment tonight."

"That reminds me, Dr. Greene is coming over at 1pm today," his eyes widen. "Why?" He questions. "An appointment that's all, I'm not pregnant. So you can calm down." He physically relaxes. "It'd be rude of me to knock you up,"

"Rude,"
"Come let's go," He picks up our bags and puts them outside of our door. "Rude," I say again. "What is it?" He questions. "It would be rude of you to knock me up? Who the fuck says that?"

"Anastasia," he rolls his eyes.

"I know someone who would give a good hiding for that." I scold.

"Stop this," He says and takes my hand. "No don't touch me,"

"You're acting like a child,"
"Oh is it rude for me to act like a child?"

"Yes it is Anastasia, come. We have a flight to catch." He holds his hand out. "Fuck the flight, why would it be rude? Don't you want to have kids?" I ask.

"Yes, but not now. I want you for myself, for a while at least. I want to show you the world before we settle down and think about having kids. I'm.. Anastasia we can talk about this later. Come," He takes my hand and kisses it. I roll my eyes and walk with him down the stairs. "I love you," He says shyly.

"I love you too," we stop at the bottom of the stairs and wait for Ray to join us.

"I hate fighting with you," he wraps his hands around my waist and kisses my forehead. "That was hardly a fight Christian." I laugh. "Hush," He quiets me by kissing my lips. I run my hands through his slightly damp hair and kiss him like my life depends on it. The kiss changes and I want to jump his bones right here and now. My hands move down to his lower back and I pull him into me. He unleashes his tongue and explores my mouth. His hands following the same pursuit. I pull away. "Woah," I whisper. "Mm," he agrees and bites my bottom lip.

"Ehm!" Ray clears his throat. "Sorry," I whisper and release Christian. I feel I've been caught taking candy from the cookie jar. "Ready Dad?" He nods and we head out the door.

A/N:

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I hope you've liked the last two chapters. Don't worry I've not forgotten about Jack's shenanigans. Stay tuned.