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Sunday, September 1, 2013

BOOK IV - Chapter XII - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction

CHAPTER XII

Intruder’s Intrusions




“Mr. Grey! Could you hurry back with the shorts and the t-shirt, sir? I need your help!” Gail’s voice brings me back to my senses. I take the first t-shirt and pair of shorts my hands can reach and rush back to the bathroom where Gail is trying to prevent Anastasia from merging with the cold bathroom floor.

I take note of my wife is slumped over the toilet while Mrs. Jones has wrapped her hair over her wrist and holding her head up with her other hand on Ana's waist. When I reach to the toilet, Gail breaks about a foot long toilet paper and wipes Ana’s face, tossing it into the toilet, pulls Ana back and flushes.

“I’ll hold Mrs. Grey, and you put the t-shirt on her, sir,” she directs me. I nod, still upset. Gail holds my wife back, and I quickly dress her with the t-shirt which comes below her hips. I insert each foot into the shorts and pull it up. Then I hold my wife up in my arms; carry her back into our bedroom.

“Ana, baby,” I coax her to talk to me. “Mrs. Jones, can you go see what’s keeping Taylor and the Doctor?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m okay, Christian,” breathes Anastasia, barely coming back to her senses. She appears very weak in my arms, nearly ready to pass out again. “It’s just morning sickness. Could you get me some crackers, and club soda? Please?” she asks, her voice is very weak.

“Yes… right, crackers, and…”

“Club soda,” she adds in a soft voice. After carefully depositing my wife onto our bed, I get up to go.

“Christian!”

“Yes?” I turn to her with wary eyes.

“Could you put the trash basket next to me, just in case…” I can only nod in response. I’m tied up in knots inside. This baby is wreaking havoc on her body. I put the trash basket next to her side of the bed. I notice Sawyer hovering by the door outside.

“Sawyer, bring Mrs. Grey some crackers and club soda!” I order.

“Sir,” he replies and disappears.

Anastasia moves in the bed, trying to sit up.

“Ana, for God’s sake, lie down!” I snap at her.

“Christian, I need to go take a shower. I don’t want to be late to work,” she mutters, wobbly even as she sits on the bed.

“No! No! No! You are not going to work today! You know what the doctor said yesterday. You are not allowed to go anywhere until Dr. Greene gets here and examines you.”

“Christian…” she tries to protest. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you about the morning sickness episodes I had. You get too worried. It’s normal. Most pregnant women go through this…” she says and another heaving bout shakes her body. I run to her sides, and lift the empty trash basket just under her head while supporting her with the other hand.

“I don’t care if this is the norm for every woman! I’m not married to every woman. I’m married to you, and responsible for your well-being. And right now, you’re not well,” I murmur decidedly.

Sawyer walks in with a tray full of assorted crackers and a bottle of club soda. “I wasn’t sure what kind she needed,” he says sheepishly.

Mrs. Jones and Taylor come in. I raise a quizzical eyebrow to Taylor.

“She’s on her way. She should be here in the next hour.”

“An hour?” I shout.

“Christian, please…” Ana reprimands me, “my heads is pounding.”

“Yes, sir. I woke her up. She’s going to get ready and drive here,” Taylor whispers his answers as soft enough to not to wake a sleeping baby.

Anastasia reaches the tray Sawyer brought and takes a Saltine cracker with a trembling hand. Worry clouds my eyes. I look up to Mrs. Jones and Sawyer as if they hold the answers to the mysteries of a woman's pregnancy.

“Ana, dear, I’ll go make you a nice chicken broth. It will supplement the electrolytes you’ve lost and you can eat it with your crackers,” Mrs. Jones says as she leaves the room.

“Christian, I should go to work. I have piles of manuscripts to go through. I have three meetings scheduled today, and I’m going to meet one of our authors for a possible release date.”

“Ana,” I try to rein in all my patience. “You have just collapsed in the fucking bathroom because you puked all the contents of your stomach and then some! I’m freaking out here, and you are telling me that you’re going to work. The answer is no!”

“I’ll be okay. This comes at certain times, and by the time I’m ready to go to work, it should subside!” she argues in a trembling voice. Fuck! Even her voice is not strong enough.

I run a frustrated hand over my hair. She takes a sip of the club soda and makes a face. Nibbling on her cracker, she finishes one, and takes another to her lips. Both Taylor and I watch her consume her cracker. She washes it down with another gulp of her club soda from the bottle.

“You need to drink a little more water. You’re too pale,” I murmur. I lean down and place my lips on her forehead taking her temperature. She’s not hot; in fact she’s too cold to my touch. She also has cold beads of sweat covering her eyebrows. Her eyes are too wide; her alabaster skin is too pale, too yellow as if someone drained her of blood.

“I’ll go see what’s keeping Dr. Greene, if you don’t need me now, sir,” says Taylor. I nod. He quickly departs our room nodding Sawyer to come with him.

“I think I should go to work at least after lunch time. Dr. Greene said I could work part time. We were supposed to try the schedule, remember?” she says as she lifts the bottle up to her lips with the slight shake of her hands. She’s still trying to negotiate with me. If only she knew the worry I have in my heart, and the anxiety she’s giving me by consistently trying to do what she wants instead of what is good for her.

“Maybe you can let Roach know that I’ll be in this afternoon. Hannah can reschedule the meetings…” she says. I have to hand it to her persistence, but I’m currently in no mood or desire to give into her capitulations.

“I’ll let Roach know you’re not well, and have Hannah reschedule your meetings with another editor.”

“Another editor?” her head snaps back up.

“Yes, another editor who isn’t pregnant or at the least…” but I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. Anastasia forcefully puts the bottle down on the side table in such a hurry that it wobbles in its place and finally unable to come to rest it falls sideways, spilling its contents. For a minute I think she’s doing it to be spiteful, but her head is right inside the trash basket where she deposits the crackers and water she just consumed. In the blink of an eye, she drops the basket to the floor collapsing on to the bed face down.

“Anaaa!” I shout, as I try to pull her up into my embrace. What is happening to my wife?

Mrs. Jones rushes in after she hears my lament. “This can’t possibly be normal!” I groan to no one in particular as I pick my wife up into my protective embrace.

“Sometimes, women have these violent episodes of morning sickness, Mr. Grey. It isn’t the norm, but it is unfortunately normal for a small percentage of women,” Gail replies.

“I’m not waiting for the doctor to show up! Get Sawyer or Taylor. We’re driving to the hospital. I’m not going to have a dead wife!” I say rocking Ana back and forth in my arms. Gail’s eyes widen.

A distinct sound of a woman’s heels walking on stone decidedly makes both Gail and I turn our heads in the direction of the door. It’s wide open but the doctor still makes a gesture to knock. She sticks her head into the room with her hair in a damp ponytail. She’s dressed in charcoal cigarette pants, and a cream colored silk shirt with frills.

“No need to go to the hospital until I examine my patient,” she says smiling but firmly. “Lay Mrs. Grey down, Mr. Grey,” she orders with authority putting her doctor’s bag down on the bed. When I don’t put Anastasia down, she lifts her head up, arches her eyebrows, and looks up at me with eyes that say, ‘well, I’m waiting!’ I gently, hesitantly lay my wife down who looks even paler. I notice the nurse with scrubs the last minute.

“This is my nurse, Erica,” she introduces her to us, and without a break in her speech she continues. “Erica, I need you to place the IV stand right here by the bed. Let’s get her hydrated,” she says.

“IV? You’re going to give her IV?” I ask.

“Yes, Mr. Grey. And, I’d like you to give room to my nurse so she can hook Mrs. Grey’s arm on the IV line, if you don’t mind please.”

“I do mind! Can you explain why the IV? What will you be giving to her?”

“Mr. Grey, either I can take ten minutes to explain you while your wife continues to get dehydrated, or I fix the problem, then explain it to you. Which one would you prefer?”

“Fix her!” I say sulkily.

“Thank you.”

The nurse looks up at me with her pupil dilating, her lips part. She looks as if she just forgot what she needs to do. When she falters on her step, Dr. Greene turns to her, looking at her stupefied face trying to get her attention. When she doesn’t, Dr. Greene sighs and reprimands her nurse as well.

“Erica! Mrs. Grey needs your attention. Not, Mr. Grey! IV! Now!” she gives her order in a firm, decided manner.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answers blushing all the way to her ears.  Mrs. Jones quietly slips out of the room.

As the nurse is hooking up the IV line, Dr. Green takes Ana’s temperature, pulse and her blood pressure, recording them on a tablet. She puts the tablet towards the foot of the bed, and busies herself with Anastasia again. My gaze moves onto the contents of my wife’s chart. The words “possible hyperemesis gravidarum,” catches my eyes. What the hell is that? A disease? Her blood pressure is also quite low: 85/50. I take out my Blackberry and enter a search string into Google: “Hyperemesis gravidarum”.

“Hi Mrs. Grey. Welcome back!” I hear the doctor saying. A low groan escapes Ana’s lips. My eyes immediately snap up from my Blackberry’s screen to see my wife.

“Hi. I’m really okay, Dr. Greene,” Anastasia tries to reassure her. “I just had vomited a lot. That’s all,” she says, stealing a look at me.

“Let me decided how well you really are, Mrs. Grey,” Dr. Greene says in her no nonsense voice. “Have you eaten this morning?”

“I woke up with an overwhelming urge to expel everything in my stomach. And had three saline crackers and half a bottle of club soda, but…” her voice goes lower. “I’m afraid, they all vacated my stomach,” she says.

“Was last night the first time you’ve had a violent episode, or have you had them before?”

Anastasia’s eyes drift to my concerned gaze again. She looks at the doctor.

“No,” her voice is a whisper.

“I see. How many times a day?”

“Not a lot…” Anastasia replies evasively.

“I need a number Mrs. Grey.”

“Maybe like once a day… but only recently, and not as bad as this.”

“Are there certain triggers? Certain foods, scents?”

“Cafe Latte, and heavy perfumes or scents…”

“How long have you been feeling dizzy?”

“About a week. Just gotten worse yesterday though!” she adds quickly for my benefit. I stiffen in my place. She said nothing about these to me.

“Along with your dizziness, do you have lightheadedness, blurred vision, fainting?”

“She fainted. Last night and today,” I supply.

Anastasia breathes out an exasperated sigh. “Christian, I was just hungry, and I had expelled everything in my stomach. That’s why. I’m okay. I’m not really sure if I need the IV,” she says lifting her arm up.

“Mrs. Grey, you are dehydrated, and your body is losing electrolytes, vitamins, and fluids. Your blood pressure is dangerously low. You just told me that you are sensitive to odors, and that also may exacerbate some of your symptoms. But, within the last five minutes, you’ve regained your color, and your motor skills steadied. You were shaking earlier. I recommend you to stay at home duration of this week,” she starts saying.

“But, I have meetings, and mountains of work piled up!” Ana protests.

“Mr. Grey, I will emphasize the importance of Mrs. Grey’s care at this stage,” she says turning to me. “I trust that you will remind her, the importance of her care,” she adds.

“Dr. Greene, I’m right here.”

“Yes, Mrs. Grey, I realize that. But you are my patient. I’m not pleased to find you in such a dehydrated state where you are still worrying more about your work than about your own health. I will need both of your cooperation for your care, especially yours, Mrs. Grey. You are the one who is carrying this baby.” Anastasia nods immediately, chagrined.

“How long? How long will I be in bed, and tied to an IV?”

“Once we rehydrate you with this bag, you should be fine. I do however recommend you to have small amounts of food and drink, often. In your particular condition, continuing care is necessary.”

“Is it dangerous to the baby?” I ask in a barely audible voice.

“No, Mr. Grey. Most pregnant women go through morning sickness, though only some experience it is severely as Mrs. Grey does.”

“Can this pose a threat to my wife’s life?” I ask the question that’s been sitting heavy in the back of my mind.

The doctor sighs. Ana’s eyes widen, scared even of my implied question: Is the baby posing a danger to my wife’s life?

“Mr. Grey, this is her first pregnancy. And it is true that she’s having severe morning sickness. But it is going to take its course and it will eventually stop around 12 weeks. But, as bad as it may seem, this is healthy…” she says.

“Healthy? I wouldn’t use that adjective for what she experienced,” I snort in haughty derision.

“It means, Mrs. Grey’s hormones are working. We need to monitor her more often. She needs to stay hydrated, and keep some food down. I’ll prescribe her some medication for nausea, and check on her this evening. If you so desire, we can assign a nurse for her. But, I believe she can manage. She just needs to be kept under observation,” then turning to Anastasia, she adds, “Perhaps, if you stay home this week, it would be better after all, Mrs. Grey,” she says.

Anastasia starts opening her mouth, but thinking better of it, she wisely closes it.

By the time the nurse is taking the IV line off Anastasia’s arm, my wife is looking and feeling better so much so that she looks as if she wasn’t the one puking her guts out.

“Ana, why don’t you lie down for a little longer, and maybe finish the broth Mrs. Jones made for you. I need to have a word with Dr. Greene,” I say.

She looks at me with worried, wide eyes.

“If it’s about my health, you can ask your questions here,” she challenges.

“A husband can still ask private questions, baby,” I respond. The Greene looks from Anastasia to me.

“Erica, why don’t you take the IV stand and wait for me outside?”

“Yes, Dr. Greene,” says Erica, and scuttles out of the room with the IV stand and now the empty IV bag dangling from the hook on top of it. She closes the door behind her.

“Mr. Grey, why don’t you take a seat?” Dr. Greene points to a chair. “Mrs. Grey, I’m sure you both have questions after last night’s and this morning’s episodes. Mr. Grey, you still look very  much shaken. I will answer all your questions as best as I can. I’m sure Mrs. Grey also has questions and concerns since she’s the one who is experiencing the symptoms.” She looks at us both.

“Is the baby hurting my wife?” I ask. My jaw is tight; my lips are thinned into a grim line. My eyes look worried; scared even. Anastasia looks at me shocked.

“Well, Mr. Grey, this is a valid question after you’ve witnessed Mrs. Grey’s severe morning sickness. But this is part of the pregnancy. Quite a few women go through violent episodes as she has experienced.”

“Puking eighteen times in the course of two hours? What if it lasts longer than 12 weeks? This medical source on the web says that it can cause serious maternal and fetal morbidity even maternal and fetal death!” I hiss through my teeth pacing the room.

“Christian…” Ana calls out to me her voice soft and concerned.

“Ana! I need to know!” I say in agony. Then I turn to Doctor Greene, “Is this baby killing my wife?” Fear oozes from every pore. Ana looks at me horrified.

“No, Mr. Grey. The baby is where it should be, tucked inside your wife’s womb properly. We even managed to hear a steady and healthy heartbeat.”

“But, why the fainting? She’s drained of color so fast, I… I panicked. I didn’t know what to do! If I were to protect my wife from another person, or an intruder, I could put myself between her and the offender. But how can I protect her against her own body? Tell me how, Doctor Greene?” I plead.

“Oh, Christian!” Anastasia croons extending her hand out to me, sitting upright in our bed. My traitorous body always responds to her, and I find myself walking towards her immediately without a second thought.

“I’m glad you’re asking the questions that are worrying you Mr. Grey. Every pregnancy carries its own risks. There are women who have had no symptoms; no ailment during pregnancy may end up having a difficult birth, and vice versa. There are no guarantees. This is where you come in. You can protect Mrs. Grey by making sure she’s taking her vitamins, staying hydrated, eating properly, and exercising to later help during birth, and when she has craving, you make sure they’re fulfilled. Her body will adjust.”

I shake my head.

“I need guarantees Doctor Greene! Is this baby killing my wife or not?” I ask, not finding the answer I required from her in the first place, my gaze chards of ice. I can’t take the torment of seeing her hooked into an IV line, or faint daily. It’s ripping me apart inside.

“Christian!” Anastasia shouts in disappointment, pulling her hand out of mine. “How could you possibly think that?”

“Anastasia, your well-being is more important to me than my own life,” I say softly as if talking to a small child.

“No, Mr. Grey, the baby isn’t killing her. But no one can give you any guarantees. This is not business; it’s life. You will have to trust that Mrs. Grey’s body will adjust within the next four weeks. I nod stiffly.

“About my work… I feel up to working. I think I should still try to go to work this afternoon.”

“Absolutely no!” I hiss.

“Christian I should…”

“Do you want to argue about that too, Anastasia?” I ask.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Grey, but I will have to agree with Mr. Grey on that. You need rest. In light of the speed in which you have gotten dehydrated today, it would mean a trip to the emergency room from work quite often. Because we do get busy with the amount of work we have to accomplish and most often pregnant women forget to eat and drink. Besides it would only be counterproductive for the other people working in your company if they have to rush you to hospital's emergency room often. You should only work from your home for the time being until you have mastered over your morning sickness. Doctor’s orders!” she says firmly.

Dr. Greene hands me the prescription for Anastasia and some sample medication for Anastasia’s nausea. She talks to my wife about the importance of resting, hydrating, vitamins, eating and taking proper care of herself until she’s blue in the face. When Doctor Greene tells Ana to indulge when she has cravings, because it’s one time she can get away with it, my wife nods wordlessly as she blushes profusely.

“I’ll walk you out, Dr. Greene,” I say, and lead her out.

As I turn to talk to her, she looks up at me with knowing eyes.

“Before you say it, and regret it later Mr. Grey, I’ll save you the trouble. Mrs. Grey is healthy enough to carry her child to full term. Is it possible that she could have a difficult pregnancy? Yes, very possible. But, we have the latest medical technology, and Mrs. Grey can have all of that at her disposal. I’m the best OBGYN in Seattle and as such, in my eighteen years career, I’ve never lost a patient during pregnancy or birth.”

“But you’re not giving me any guarantees!”

“Mr. Grey, no one can give you that. Women have been having babies since the beginning of time. I assure you that as hard as it may seem to you, this is a natural process. If you’re concerned about Mrs. Grey, why don’t you bring her to your work part of the time to keep an eye on her and that way she could also be leaving the house for a change.”

“Can I do that?”

“Sure, why not? But not today, maybe tomorrow. She seems exhausted today. Let’s see how she feels the rest of the day.”

Taylor leads the doctor out of the foyer. I feel a heavy weight bearing down on me. The kind of worry I feel is hurting me deep into my soul. It’s different than what I felt before when she said she was leaving me, or when I found her nearly lifeless on the cold concrete. And this fear, too, is vastly unwelcome. Because, it’s my wife’s own body that’s hurting her; the same body I’m trying to protect. I feel helpless and tied up in knots inside.

Instead of going back to my bedroom, I walk towards my study. I need a change of pace. Deal with another problem I can resolve. Seeing my grim face on a different note, Taylor follows me.

“Did Welch call you?”

“Yes, sir. I have in fact just got off the phone with him.”

“What’s his conclusion?”

“He thinks Mrs. Lincoln is telling the truth.”

“That’s yet to be seen…” I murmur and dial Welch.

“Mr. Grey,” comes his deep voice though the speaker of my Blackberry.

“Tell me what you have discovered after you interviewed Mrs. Lincoln…”

“She repeated exactly what she told you, however I have discovered something else,” he says and I look at him carefully.

“What?”

“I wondered why Mr. Lincoln might have called her. Why not make the same threat to you directly. It occurred to me that Lincoln was trying to instill fear in all the people who got the message: You, Mrs. Lincoln and Mrs. Grey in anticipation of what he might do. If he manages to hurt you, he’ll hurt Mrs. Grey who loves you and Mrs. Lincoln who seems to care about you. If he hurts Mrs. Grey, well, I don’t have to explain that. So, he left a question mark. Maybe an implied challenge. A duel if you will. Or simply a perpetual unease… Even if he didn’t do anything, he wants you to be uncomfortable. He wants you to always watch over your shoulder.”


I realized that I’ve been holding onto the table so tight, my knuckles are white. I know Lincoln can’t sue me, because he signed himself out of a job. But he’s challenging me implicitly.

“I want two things: I want you to locate the money he’s hidden. I also want him to be watched 24/7 for the next 6 months. If he does anything out of line, anything out of the scopes of law, I want to know immediately.” No one threatens my family, and gets away with it. Lincoln is either going to jail, or to his grave. I don’t care which."

“Interesting enough, he just left town.”

“What?”

“He went on a Caribbean vacation.”

What the hell does that mean? You threaten someone and take off. “He was pissed off yesterday. He made a threat to his ex-wife, but the threat implied to harm me and my family, and then he took off on a vacation. What am I missing here?”

I start pacing my study. Taylor’s eyes follow my movements.

“Since our discovery of Lincoln paying Hyde’s bail until today, all of Lincoln’s behavior had been rash, impromptu decisions where he didn’t have 100% of the control. Hyde’s success in his mission was dependent on Hyde. An element Lincoln didn’t know well and he certainly didn’t have control over. He’s not going to involve someone else. Whatever he does, we’ll have to expect either from him, or where he has greater control of the outcome of what he does. But for him to reach you in any shape or form, he needs to penetrate through our layers of security. He can’t do that with Lincoln Timber gone from his disposal.”


Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins

“He still has the fucking millions which can accomplish a lot! Did Mrs. Lincoln know anything about them?” I shout.

“No, sir. It was pretty clear that she didn’t. He never included her in his business affairs. She was just a trophy wife, an arm candy, or a possession like his former company, the Lincoln Timber. She has no clue where he might have put the money. But judging by what we found in his office, I’m betting that he has it in cash stashes put away in different places he might own. The account information we’ve found are still his accounts obviously and he will be able to access them. He’s not hurting for money at the moment.”

“I don’t want to wait until he finds the chink in my armor as he's biding his time. Get your men sniffing around and find out what his next move will be. And find his fucking lawyer, the one who did his dirty work. If Lincoln’s always used that fucker, he may be a gold mine of information. See what he knows.”

“I’ve already thought of that sir, and my men have been dispatched. I will keep a tight leash on him. But keep him on the loose; use him as bait. If Lincoln will use his services or someone he knows, we’ll know about it. Whatever he is intending to do, he won’t do it now. Because if Lincoln wishes to do some harm, he is going to have to determine how, where and when to strike. He won’t succeed in it by giving you a heads up. I think his initial expectation is that he is going to make you uneasy. Even if he shelves this desire for a long time, he wants to send you a message by telling you to always look over your shoulder. He’s daring you…” says Welch pausing. He has tried that yesterday. He goaded me, trying to get me into attacking him, to have the upper hand. It’s the same tactic. But I don’t want to take a chance where my family’s safety is concerned.

“This is what I want: I want him to be tracked. I want to know who he talks to, who he sleeps, eats, fucks, and who he associates with. When you give me your report, I even expect to know who his kindergarten teacher is! Know him well enough to determine what he thinks and what his next move will be. By identifying my family a target, threatening them, he made himself into a target! Congra-fucking-tulations! He just earned himself a fucking bounty on his own damned head!”

The door to my study opens and Anastasia catches my last sentence. Her eyes widen with fear and apprehension after hearing what I had uttered in pure rage.

“Welch, report me back soon!” I say hanging up. I walk up to my wife, but don’t touch her. I don’t want to scare her.

“Ana, are you feeling alright?” I ask softly, my gaze softening.

“Yes,” she says distracted. “Who were you talking about?”

I look at Taylor, and he leaves the study immediately. Hiding this, coupled with my earlier behavior in light of her morning sickness could cause a bigger threat. I don’t want Linc’s threats to be a self-fulfilling prophesy.

“I was talking to Welch about Linc.” She blinks.

“Linc? Why?”

“He’s made a threat against me and those I love to Elena.”

“Elena?” she asks, her eyes growing colder and harder. “How do you know? I thought you weren’t supposed to talk to Elena.”

“And I’m not. Elena called to inform me of the threat he passed onto her, and I've had Welch verify it. Considering what had transpired with Mia and your kidnapping, I’m not taking a chance risking your well-being. I’m telling you this because I want you to keep trusting me.” She is silent for a moment, assessing.

“He’s threatened you as well?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “But, I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you and our baby,” I say and feel the overwhelming truth in it. Even though the baby causing Anastasia to weaken and get sick which is scaring the shit out of me, the implied threat by Lincoln is bringing the fierce protector out of me.

“You’re worried about the baby? I thought… I thought…”

“You’re always going to be my primary worry, Anastasia. I panicked, and I am going to panic even more as we adjust to the stages of your pregnancy. Anything that hurts, you hurts me..." I say gazing at her, showing how vulnerable I have become in light of everything that has happened to her. "But I am trying to understand the process of pregnancy, and it’s not easy to not have control over something such as this. Something you want…” I say then correct myself, “someone we want has to hurt your body to be here with us. It terrifies the hell out of me!” I whisper. She catches a glimpse of the fear in my eyes, and her gaze locks with mine as her hands reach up to my face to cup it. I lean in to her touch. 

“Don’t you have to go to work today?” she asks changing topics.

“When you are sick? Ana, you collapsed in my arms! Do you think I can think of going to work when you’re unwell?” I have meetings, and piles of work but none of it is as important as my wife. I have number of very well paid people who can take the load off me occasionally.

“Actually, I’m feeling much better after the IV, Mrs. Jones’ broth with crackers and the nausea medicine,” she says. What is she asking me?

“If you think you’re going to work because you’re feeling better for the last ten minutes, you are completely mistaken Mrs. Grey,” I warn her. She purses her lips in contemplation.

“What did you mean by bounty on his head?” she asks. Anastasia is all over the map today, jumping from topic to topic.

“Nothing you should worry about baby. The only thing you need to worry about is this little one, and your well-being.”

“Christian, I don’t want to be back to square one. I appreciate you sharing the information about Linc’s threat, but I need to know if there is anything else that’s bothering you. Should I be worried about Elena?” she asks with poorly concealed jealousy.

“Ana, I’m telling you all about it because I need you to trust me. Linc called Elena and made an implied threat which I am taking seriously in light of what he had done by unleashing Hyde seeing a potential opportunity to hurt me and my family. In return I fucked him up by dismantling his beloved company. Now, he’s seeking to find a way to take his revenge. I need to know you’re protected. By making an implicit threat against the ones I love, against you, he put a bounty on his own head. I will never, ever let anyone to hurt you. Not ever!”

Anastasia swallows. “You’re not thinking of killing him, are you Christian?” she asks in a whisper, petrified. I shake my head.

“No,” I say with half-truth. I won’t kill him now, but at the first sign that he attempts to hurt my family, I won’t hesitate to hurt him the way he intends to hurt those I love. “But I have to keep eyes and ears on him so that everything he does are monitored. At least for the next six months. At which time, I will reassess the situation. This is for our peace of mind.”

“And what about Elena?”

“Elena is not my concern; you are! You and our baby,” I say splaying my hand over her flat tummy. “Incidentally, how do you feel now?”

“Great, actually. Just hungry for eggs, pancakes, bacon, and spreadable chocolate on French bread,” she says blushing.

“French bread only?” I ask raising my eyebrows.

“For now,” she whispers.

“Come, let’s feed you,” I say tugging her out of my office.


*****  *****

The rest of yesterday had been uneventful. But, I’m not holding my breath of the same good luck for today. I decide to work at home at least in the morning to keep an eye on my wife’s symptoms. I shower early and work out before Anastasia wakes up. When I come back I don’t find her in the bed.

“Ana!” I shout. Her response comes from the bathroom in the form of a gurgle. I rush to find her slowly rising up from the sink. She puts the cap back on the mouthwash.

“I’m not fainting today,” she says smiling. “It’s nothing like yesterday.”

“Don’t spare my feeling Ana. I need to know you’re okay! You have to tell me if you’re not well so I can properly take care of you,” I chide her.

“Relax, Christian. I’m okay.” She turns the shower water on as she heads to the sink to brush her teeth. She divests her t-shirt off, then her panties. My gaze is unwavering from her body. I can’t help but stare at her beautiful shape. Her breasts are growing in size, fuller. Her nipples are beaded tight under my gaze. She has goose bumps forming on her skin. I quickly divest my clothes off carelessly. Anastasia smiles knowing the kind of effect she has on me. Her gaze slowly assesses my body. My cock pulses with the intensity of her stare. She absently licks her lower lip, and bites it.

“Ana…” I say gruffly pulling her chin down freeing her lower lip. “You’re unwell.”

“Well, Mr. Grey. I remember Dr. Greene telling you to fulfill all my cravings. Doctor’s orders…” she says shrugging. “Unless of course if that order can be broken, I think her order of me not going to work can also…” I don’t let her finish. My mouth descends on hers lightning speed, capturing her lips, taking, not asking. I suck on her lower lip and slightly run my teeth through it, swallowing her hungry groans. I slowly walk my wife into the showers backward. The cascading water washes us with renewed passion. Her hands are lacing in my wet hair, pulling me to her, working hard to merge our bodies.


“Slow down, baby,” I murmur.

“Please,” she pleads. My lips slide down to her chin and I nip her. “Please, Christian! I need you!” she begs.

“Turn around,” I order. She obeys immediately; her chest heaving up and down.

“Hands on the wall,” I say and she presses her palms over the tiles in the shower. Using my feet, I spread her legs. I squeeze some shower gel into my palm and lather it. I start with her shoulders, and knead her muscles with my soapy hands. I run my hands up and down on her sides in circles, and cup her breasts. Kneading her aching mounds, I pull and elongate her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, teasing and pinching them. My right hand goes lower on her chest, traveling down to her belly, over her pubic bone and then to the folds of her tight sex making her gasp. I merge my body with her from behind, my cock lying heavy on her lower back digging in. My fingers tease and run over her slit, feeling the creamy sleekness, inviting me in. When I dip one finger, she gasps and gyrates her hips, desperately trying to get some friction.




“Slow down, Ana,” I order. But she won’t listen. She moans begging for more.

“No! Faster!” she begs. I don’t want to push her to her limits. She’s been fragile lately. “I need more. I need faster!” She arches her back, and her breasts are thrusted into my hands aching for my touch, and desperate for attention.

Seeing her weak in the past two days is making me extra vigilant as if she’s going to collapse in my arms unexpectedly. My wife wants to be reckless as usual. I need to take her in a slow pace. Realizing my intention she turns her face to me. I look at her questioningly; my hand is suspended in air. Without a word she squeezes the shower jell into her palm, lathers and holding her hand up in a gesture to indicate she’s going to wash me. I nod. She places her hands on my pectorals, immediately firing up my synapses with her touch. She runs circles on my torso, delicately moving her hands over my belly, my hips, and cups my heavy sack inside her palm.  I breathe a sharp intake of breath. With one hand, she grasps the base of my cock. With soapy hands she slicks it and her hand glides up and down. When the circle of her thumb and her forefinger reach the crown of my cock she tightens her grip in an effort to squeeze out precum. I groan with pleasure. 


Water washes off the soap which runs down in lazy rivulets from my legs. When she sits on the bench, her hands never leave my cock leading me towards the bench as if she’s going to be there a while. She lifts her wet gaze up to me, and dipping her head, her warm, wet lips encircles the tip. Her tongue meets the crown and laps around it, licking. As if a thousand different sensations run through the tip of my cock, I find my right hand reach out to the shower wall to steady my balance with the onslaught of sensations with my wife’s sudden assault. She is determined to suck me off with such an enthusiasm, she’s about to unman me. At first I don’t know what to make of it. She’s been ill for the past two day. The sight of food would get her off, and get her running to the bathroom. Scents… It would kill me if she had associated any part of me with morning sickness. But, as usual, behaving just the opposite I expect her to behave, Anastasia surprises me. My wife is beyond ravenous for me!


“Anaaa...” I hiss through my teeth in a breathless whisper. “Are… you… quite…ahhh! Sure?” I ask. I don’t want her to stop, but then with her nausea in the sight of the slightest trigger, I don't want her to go on if it's going to make my wife sick. It would kill me if she’s turned off by me coming in her mouth. Without taking her hands or lips away from my heavy throbbing cock, she lifts her long eyelashes, and looks up at me with her mouth full of my pulsing erection. What she has in her gaze is an unmistakable declaration of possession. Her tongue relentlessly runs around the crown in a near desperation for a taste of me. She sucks me with heavy pulls as if she can’t get enough of me. I thrust forward gently, but she makes sure I know that she wants more. I push again fucking her mouth, only with shallow strokes. But Anastasia pulls me deeper. Looking up at me, asking for more with her gaze.

“Christ, Ana!”

Being without sex with for the last two days is enough to push me over the edge.

“Baby! If you’re not sure, I don’t wanna come in your mouth!” I breathe my head tilting back. In a desperate frenzy, she grabs my buttocks, and encourages me to move in her mouth. An erotic growl escapes my lips from deep within my throat. I slowly move my cock inside the hollow of her cheek, her hand is moving in the space vacated by her lips, and as her fingers retreat, her mouth is taking over my length. I can feel the desperation, the voracious hunger I have not experienced before from her at this overwhelming intensity.

I find my other palm also pressed against the wet shower wall as I climax with my wife’s amorous assaults. The sound that comes out of me is completely raw and raspy. I feel the tightening of my balls before I hit the precipice of my climax and spurt thickly into her mouth ready to withdraw, but her right hand grasps my buttock, her nails digging into my flesh in warning as if I’d be taking away her favorite meal. The second pleasure pours out if me, my eyes roll back into my head, and my left hand digs into the wet tendrils of my wife. This is raw, purely carnal declaration of possession, a conquest by my wife. When I come back to my senses and my eyes focus once again, I see my wife licking her lips. The shower water is raining over us; make the water drip from the tendrils of her hair, beading over her body, and running down to the shower floor in a rush.

“Christian, I am desperately craving you,” she says with a different kind of hunger as if I haven’t fed her for days, and she’s starving. “I need you so much, I want you to fuck the hell out of me!” she says with fervor and determination. Fuck the hell out of her? Who knew that sex would be what sated her hunger and sedated her body? Once her words register, I look at my wife with an impassive face then my lips curve up in a semblance of a smile. Fuck the hell out of her… I’m more than happy to oblige. I turn the shower water off, scooping my wife off the floor; I carry her out of the shower.

“In the Playroom!” she demands.

Fucking the hell out of my pregnant wife in the playroom does not give me an easy feeling. In that setting with my pregnant wife who has been violently ill for the past couple of days, I don’t think if it’s wise.

“Ana, I don’t think...”

“Please!” she begs desperately. What is this pregnancy doing to her? “I trust you…” she whispers. If my wife wants something, I’ll be the one to provide it for her. But, fucking in the playroom, right after she’s been sick enough to knock her out is not wise, today.

“Ana, I won’t take you to playroom this morning. I won’t take the risk. Because if you get sick while I’m touching you, fucking the hell out of you there as you put it, would kill me.”

“Christian, I don’t care! I want you! Desperately…” she reiterates.

“No playroom today, Ana! I say when! I say how!” I murmur in a determined, unyielding voice. “But I do owe you a handful of orgasms,” I say, giving a lascivious smile moving her into our bedroom in my arms.

“Christian…” she protests.

“I will take you there, baby. Just not today. Only when I’m convinced that you are better.”


“I am better!” she starts arguing. But before she can start another bout of her protests, I take her mouth, and cover it with mine, effectively quieting her down. My lips are gentle at first, solicitous even. I want to feel my wife first. Feel that she’s well and not just saying she’s feeling better. She slightly parts her lifts as she closes her eyes. Soon enough, she reaches up and pulls my wet hair with her fingers tangled in them, her body pushing into mine, making my erection dig into her belly, curling one leg behind mine, her nipples perked up and two beads taunting me; her entire body is eliciting a response out of me with brutal intensity. Her kiss becomes demanding, assaulting even. It’s a reiteration of her earlier declaration of possession, a hunger and yearning she has for me, almost matching my unquenchable desire for her. It’s impossible to not to reciprocate, and when finally I thrust my tongue almost forcefully into her mouth matching and exceeding her fervor, she gasps. Her right hand lowers, her nails scrape my back enticing me more. A whimper mixed with a pleasure moan escapes her lips and pass into mine. Our need for each other is intoxicating, desperate. My tongue moves in hers with deeper and skillful flicks. Her tongue matches the movements of my tongue, and our fucking the hell out of each other begins in her mouth.


 I walk Anastasia backwards to our bed, and when she can no longer move, back of her calves flush with the bed, I push her onto our bed. I fall onto her, suspended only by my elbows. I graze my teeth over her chin, and she arches her neck, lifts her hips up, thrusting her chest to merge with my body in a blatant display of her surrender.


“Eager, Mrs. Grey?” I murmur with a grin as my lips move down her neck.

“Yesss,” a whimper escapes her lips. I cup one of her breasts and feel the tight nipple. She’s too wired up, too hungry, too ravenous to be sated with a gentle love making. What she needs is intense, raw, and equally wild fucking. I immediately lift off her, leaving her gazing up in confusion. I try to stifle a grin.


“Where are you going?” she asks as I make my way towards the closet.

“To bring the emergency kit,” I respond. The confused look on her face is priceless.

I bring out a polished wood box with a few items in it reserved for occasions like these. Anastasia’s gaze follows me wordlessly. I walk to the iPod dock and shuffle through the contents until I fine the music I desire. The deep, bass-baritone voice of Leonard Cohen starts crooning, if she wants a lover, I’m her man.

If You Want a Lover – Leonard Cohen

I walk towards my wife in arrogant, sultry strides without taking my burning gaze off her. She’s so fucking beautiful. The sight of her can make any man weep for joy. But at the moment, I only wish to fuck the hell out of her just as she asked.

I place the box onto the bed next to her, and open it. I take out two sets of handcuffs with soft leather for the restraints. She arches an eyebrow and smiles as her lips part in eager anticipation. I place the cuff to her ankle and buckle the leather strap. Taking the other cuff, I tie it to her elbow which immediately pulls her right leg up exposing her sex swollen with desire. I repeat the process on her left side. Then I lift up the adjustable nipple clamps tied to another with a chain. Her eyes widen, and she sharply intakes a breath. She bites her lower lip in response. Taking her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger I roll it and tug it expertly. A shudder goes through her as she closes her yes, and automatically pushes her breast into my grasp as she arches her back.


“Eyes… open,” I order. When she opens them slowly, they are full of carnal desire. She swallows. I lower my mouth over her breast, and suck it into the wet warmness of my mouth with gusto. Her nipple immediately perks up as I flick it with my tongue. When I’m satisfied with the result, I saddle over her as my erection moving about her body, distracting her, I fasten the clamp over her nipple. I adjust the tightness somewhere in the middle, between pain and pleasure. Repeating the sensual process on her right side, I give a tug of the chain, slightly yanking the nipples. Anastasia’s legs are now wide apart, and pulled upward towards her elbows. When I grasp one of her feet, I graze my teeth on the pad of her sole.


“Agghh!” she groans writhing beneath me.


“Hush now,” I silence her effectively. My lips move their way up from her ankles to the backs of her knees, I locate the point between the two ligaments behind her knee, on the crease formed when her leg is bent. Taking my index and middle finger, I apply gentle pressure between the two tendons. It’s one of the best spots to relieve stress and fatigue, and promote sexual desire. I kneel down and kiss, and suck until I reach her abdomen. I lean into the tendons where her legs join her abdomen and with the heel of my hand, I apply pressure, and then dip my nose into her sex inhaling her deeply. Without even touch her at the apex of her thighs yet, she’s completely aroused and desirous for me. I locate the spot a few fingers below her navel and directly above her bladder and press it gently with three fingers as my tongue swipes the length of her slit. A sharp, involuntary moan rises from her lips.

“Christian!”


Folds of her sex bloom open for me; she’s wet, creamy and aroused. My lips cover over her clit and I suck hard, my tongue is teasing over the tip of it relentlessly, setting fire on every nerve ending of her body. I feel her gaze on me, and when I open my eyes, I see her pupils dilated, her irises darkened with abandoned desire. She tries to reach for my hair, but can’t do it without moving her leg, and I push her legs down. She’s helpless against my ministrations as she left me helpless in the shower. Tit for tat. My tongue dips into her sex and tastes her desire for me. I swirl it inside her and fuck her with my tongue in both deep and shallow thrusts of my tongue. She’s forced to absorb the pleasure since she can’t close her legs, and endure the intensity of her orgasm with my name garbled on her lips. Without giving a chance for her rolls of orgasms to subside, I flip my wife over, lifting her buttock up for my pleasure. I plunge my cock in one swift push, and plunge into the depths of her sex. I hold her ass up, and hold in the shakiness waves of her orgasm pulling my cock deeper. Then pulling it back with careful control, I only insert the crown, rubbing it gently, absorbing the ripples of her last orgasm. It jolts through my body in a surge of electricity. My erection is hard, hot, and trembling, aching to reach the depths of her sex, make her groan, make her mine, dominate her sex, and finally let her milk me for all I’ve got for her. I push deeper with the rhythm of the song. 


I feel her inner muscles clench, and hug my cock for more, making our intimacy not just fucking, but intensely passionate love making. I pull my cock away from her sex’s embrace as if in a tease, and then thrust it into her welcoming sex over and over again. When I angle her hip, I manage to find the deepest spot, my favorite place on earth located inside my wife. Angulating my hips, I rub onto her spot relentlessly, eliciting more pleasure.

“Oh, please!” Anastasia shouts. I withdraw to prolong the sensation slowly, allowing her ripples of approaching peak to subside for a little while. As soon as it fades, I plunge back again. I continue my delicious torture in and out, in and out. Then I lean down, and as I plunge into her again, I tug her nipple clamps, intensifying the sensations of pain and pleasure, making her sex fist my cock like a tight glove. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust pounding back at me. My balls are heavy and aching, as they rhythmically slap onto her clitoris and increasing her stimulation. As I reach my intense climax, I barely hear Mr. Cohen croon, “If you want a doctor, I’ll examine every inch of you. If you want a driver, climb inside. Or if you want to take me for a ride, you know you can. I’m your man…”

I am indeed her man, I think to myself as I spurt my desire, passion and need into her hotly. At the peak of her climax, I tug and pull off the chain of her nipple clamps and she shouts her very intense orgasm. I finally thrust into her four more times, and still; my cock is still lodged deep inside her, my balls effectively slapping onto her clit one last time. Once my vision manages to focus to here and now, I pull out of her with suction. Undoing the cuffs, I release her arms and legs from her restraints. Then, I massage them, and let blood circulate back into her extremities.

“Did that meet your expectation of fucking the hell out of you Mrs. Grey?” I ask.

“Yessss!” her breathy answer escapes her lips. “All the way!” I grin in response.


*****  *****

After our intense fucking, Anastasia dresses in a sexy short white summer dress with straps. Her plunging neckline is distracting. It’s not too deep, but it certainly emphasizes her growing breasts which I don’t want others at home enjoy looking. I say nothing; we had such a wonderful morning, I don’t want to jinx it. Anastasia brings her work, spreading them over the bed, then she sits in the middle of them cross legged. A cursory glance tells me that they’re some of the manuscripts she wants to read. She finally lies down, lifting her calves up as she crosses her legs at the ankle; she absently annotates some of them with a pen. Her cleavage is even more distracting from this angle, but I continue to work on my laptop. As I’m distracted with her cleavage and my work, her ringing Blackberry startles us both. Seeing the caller ID, she frowns then takes a deep breath and answers. My gaze is fixed on her willing her to tell me who it is. Is it the fucker Jose?

“Hi mom!” she answers it as cheerfully as she can.

Fuck! Did Jose call her mother too?

“Yes, Ray was discharged out of the hospital last night. That’s why you couldn’t find him there,” she says and pauses.

“He’s well. Just needs to go to physical therapy for a couple of months. You didn’t call his cell phone?” she asks. I raise my eyebrows. Anastasia turns the speaker on for my benefit.

“Of course not, dear. If he was in the hospital and sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb him. When the nurse said he wasn’t there anymore, I had to make sure that he wasn’t transferred elsewhere. That’s why I called you.”

“I spent a little time with him after he was discharged. He was driven back to Montesano by friends. But he was remarkably well, mom.”

“Oh good! I don’t know how to put this, but I had this uneasy feeling all day yesterday and all day today. I feared that something had happened to Ray. Guess I panicked when the hospital said he wasn’t there.”

“Dad’s fine, mom. But, I was sick yesterday.”

“What! What’s the matter? Is it related to your injuries? Did you go to the doctor? What hurts? Your head, your ribs? Did your bruises heal? Do you want me to come? Oh sweetie, come on talk to me!”

“Mom, let me get a word in edgewise,” Anastasia says rolling her eyes.

“Sorry, dear…”

“I was sick but it was none of those things that caused me to be in that state.” Anastasia takes a deep breath, and looks at me, locking her gaze with mine.

“Mom, I was having morning sickness. I’m pregnant.” First, there is a pregnant pause as if the round penny is taking a few seconds to drop through a square hole, and then a very loud shriek comes through the speaker.

“Mother? Mom? Are you okay?”

“Ana!!! I am so happy! Both for you and Christian! Are you really going to make me a grandma?”

“Yes, mom,” comes Ana’s hesitant voice. Carla picks up on her hesitation.

“What’s wrong honey? You want the baby, don't you?”

“Most definitely! I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much aside from Christian,” she murmurs in a low voice looking up at me. “But, I’m having the worst morning sickness ever especially this week. It hit me all of a sudden. I don’t want you to worry about that. We’re trying to get it under control,” she explains.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. Unfortunately, you get that from me. I’ve had them when I was pregnant with you as well. For a while I was losing weight instead of gaining. Your daddy, bless his soul,” she says her voice breaking, “didn’t know how to handle it. I was hospitalized, you see, and they had to feed me through an IV. We both were very young and inexperienced. It worried your father a lot. But there’s light at the end of the tunnel. It lasted only the first trimester. I ate, you grew, and we were in love with you before you were born. I think that got us through that rough patch,” she says. Ana’s throat works on a visibly hard swallow.

“Thank you mom,” Anastasia whispers.

“For what dear?”

“For not terminating me and carrying me through a difficult pregnancy. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t keep me,” she says and I think it’s for my benefit.

“Honey, I wouldn’t change it for anything. Having you gave me a new life, a family of my own. And when you daddy was gone, you were all I had,” she sobs.

“I love you mom! Thank you for everything you did for me.”

“I love you, too, baby. Tell Christian I said hi and congratulations. Call me anytime you need.”

“I will mom. Thank you.”

After Anastasia places the phone back on the bed, she looks up at me and says, “Well, that’s everyone…”

“Everyone?”

“Yes, everyone’s been informed of our little Blip.”

Before I can respond to her comment, it is my Blackberry that buzzes this time. I take it and take a look at the caller. Holding my finger in a gesture that says one minute, I answer. My tone and my gaze immediately turns into a firm one.

“Ros! What’s up?”

“Mr. Grey, are you cancelling our meeting today?”

“If Andrea informed you of its cancellation, you shouldn’t be asking about it, Ros.”

“Well, as it happens, it’s a very important meeting, because it involves the final breakthrough our engineering team has made. I had assumed this would be something you would want to participate in since we’ve all had very stressful few weeks.”

“Breakthrough? What breakthrough?”

“Well, that was the surprise. They may have the solar and or the winding technology they've been working on finally meet your requirements,” she adds.

“Really?” I ask with excitement, standing up from my seat instantly.

“Yes, really. Of course, I haven’t seen it myself, but I was looking forward to a demonstration. Do you still think you can’t come today?”

“Let me call you back.”

“Alright, sir. I shall await your call back.”

I press the “End” button on my Blackberry. My eyes are ablaze with excitement as I look at Anastasia. She blinks back at me with fervent curiosity.

“Anastasia, what say you to going to work with me today?”

She purses her lips. “You won’t let me go to my work, but you want me to go to work with you?”

“Yes. I want to show my wife what we have been working on. The cellphone that works with solar and winding energy. The one I wanted to provide to remote places on earth where they have not readily accessible electricity. Of course if it works the way it’s supposed to, I think it can be beneficial for hikers, campers, outdoor enthusiasts who are away from technology for extended periods of time, or even give a surviving chance to a soldier who might be stranded somewhere with no means of communication.”

She smiles, remembering. She clearly knows what I like, where my passion lies. She has purchased a few toys for me utilizing the clean energy knowing my passion.

“Mr. Grey, take me to work,” she says grinning, and I hold my hand out to her excited with the prospect of taking her to the GEH for the first time since she first stumbled into my office.





Here it is – Leonard Cohen

120 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy Holiday All,
Just noticed new posting , i haven't even read it yet, but damn the pictures... I'm already excited!!!!

Kamila

Anonymous said...

Oh and even more anxious for the next chapter. I really want to see her enter his office, without falling to her feet.

Thank you for the chapter, you never disappoint.

mzthang said...

Hi Emine,

Thank you for providing another lovely chapter. Will post later after I've had a chance to go through slowly.

How is your mom and the rest of the family?

Hugs from
Happy to see a new chapter in the Caribbean

mzthang said...

Hi Emine,

Thank you for providing another lovely chapter. Will post later after I've had a chance to go through slowly.

How is your mom and the rest of the family?

Hugs from
Happy to see a new chapter in the Caribbean

PsychDoc said...

Amazing, as always! Well worth the short wait. Keep up the fantastic work :)

Anonymous said...

Well worth the wait!!!! Despite the morning sickness, Ana and Christian seem to be having hot hot pregnancy sex;))) Also, the pics you chose were nice and steamy, definitly enhanced the bedroom scenes. Hopefully Ana won't have to deal with this much longer. And Lincoln needs to taken down !!!! Thanks for the update! ChristinaLG3

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine. Don't feel bad about when you can update. Trust me I want to read as much as you can write but you do so much for all of us already just by continuing this story.

Gail looking after Ana is like a second mother & friend at the same time. So sweet that she has that. Same with Sawyer and Taylor. They are the cutest family unit. I get Christian's fears. Witnessing that couldn't of been easy. glad the good doctor was able to set him straight and help Ana out at the same time. I loved the phone call with Carla too! Now we know where she gets it

Linc is an ass and as long as Christian stays one step ahead of him I think Christian will finally come out on top!

I guess a little rest and IV does a body good. Holy cow that was an intense and HOT HOT loving making session. These two were not only made for each other emotionally but physically too.

It was great to see Christian excited about his project (life's mission) coming to life and even better that he wants to share his moment with Ana.

Fabulous chapter and more then worth the wait. Take a rest and I'll be ready and waiting for the next one when you're ready.

-Vee

Anonymous said...

another amazing chapter! tnx emine! this blog is really making my life complete. can't wait for the next chapter.

Nikolina Bujdo said...

Dear Emine,

don't worry about us, we can wait for your update as long as it takes. ;)

Amazing job again? Few Grey's lines made me laugh because I imagined him little a little boy, not getting what he wants.

Some pictures made me giggle (such a girl)... :)

Guess next time Christian and Ana will have sexy time at work. :)

I think talk with Carla who experienced the same with Ana will help Christian get through pregnancy. He was sweet, but I think every man has the same fear...

If I may say...I just got this picture in my head...something major happening with Linc on day when Ana is giving a birth to a Blip....

Hope your family is well and that school is going well to.

Greeting from Croatia,

Nina

Penny Brueggemann said...

I am sorry things are crazy for you but thank you for posting for all of us.

How great that Christian told Ana about Elena and didn't hide it from her. And, oh my goodness, her sexual desire for her husband is just incredible! I am glad Carla knows about the pregnancy now and that she is happy for them.....but I think most of us that have become grandmothers get very excited and are overjoyed. It will be interesting to see Ana in the office where this all began.....maybe she will have a need to be with Christian when she witnesses him in his element...I am sure it will be quite a turn on for her!

Hoping for another posting this week but just let us know. I have started over at the beginning again. I just can't say enough about your talent and willingness to help others. I know how very proud you must be of your daughter's math accomplishment. I also hope that your Mother is doing as good as she can.

Thanks again....this was an incredible chapter filled with passion and love. Hugs from St. Louis!

jeangb said...

Well worth waiting for You have it all, the drama, tension, erotica, the lot thankyou so much. I know you are mowed under with your real job so I for one really appreciate your taking the time to write this.Will wait as patientley as I can for your next chapter.xx

Anonymous said...

Emine!Fantastic as usual. I am so glad you decided to post. It is a great chapter as usual Hope all is well with family and friends it is labor day tommorrow enjoy a have a glass of wine. I am so glad she is finally going to his job. Maybe he will tell everyone there she is pregnant. The other thing I am happy about is that he told her about Linc and Elena Like I said in my comment before communication, trust and sex. are the best things in a marriage. Love from N>J> Janice

Mônica Goyer said...

Thanks Emine,...I love it.

Great chapter:-)
....xx


Porto Alegre- Brazil

Rosangela Maria Cabral Corvalan said...

Emine minha querida!!!

Obrigada por este presente de domingo!!!

Sei que todas te cobram por mais capítulos, seu livro é realmente viciante, mas temos que entender que você está muito atarefada, então não se preocupe, vamos esperar o tempo necessário, pois vale a espera!!

Beijos bom domingo e cuide-se!!!

Rosângela

PS: nosso cafezinho hoje foi especial, não é mesmo Neusa???

elyelena said...

OMG OGM it was well wort the wait. As always a charter intense and engaging. I got lost in reading and Now my heart is beating trough every cell of my being. The passion of Anastasia is just that Christian needs. They're feeding by the love for each other, they are surrounded by it. It's their cruddle it's their shield against the world, it's their essence. You make me believe that for someone maybe it really happens. Thank you again. Sys. Elena from Italy

Linda said...

Hi Emine,

First read through and my thoughts are: this is great and certainly worth the wait!!! Hope all is well with your family. I understand that family and your pay work comes first. Thanks for thinking of us FSOG fans and giving us our fix. I will comment more thoroughly after the next read. But Linc going to the Caribbean is a little sketchy. Ana's morning sickness and the detail you offered is great. Christian is so out of his comfort zone it scares everyone. I cant' wait to see what you have planned for Elena.

elyelena said...

I forgot to mention the photos. Whoa I mean it! And Gail and Taylor and Sawyer how a sweet little family. I love them just as like as our hot couple. Well I have to say that pregnancy hormones are doing a good job over here, no dubts. Happy for the progress in Christian's work. The guy need sometingh good and more easy after all the drama. Can't wait for more. Un abbraccio bellissima emine. Elena

Caroline Moraes said...


Hi Eminé!

Thank you so much for the new chapter.
Upload when you can and please don't worry about that.
We need you well. Safe and sound so you can keep up the good work. Rest my friend. You deserve it!

The chapter...
Please where do you find this photos?
The are amazing!
The photos plus the soundtrack plus the awesome writing are a overload of sensations that send our imagination directly to Christian Grey universe!

Watch the pain in CG while he asked what was concerning him about Ana's pregnancy and the disappointed look in Ana's face plus the good doctor trying to educate Christian about what's happening with Ana was another overwhelm sensation of fear, concern, anger, love and sympathy all together as one.

Nurse Erica stupefied with CG Adonis features was hilarious. Poor Ana. Even sick she have to endures other women ogling her husband...

Good for CG for trust Ana. She's not a defenseless little girl and she needs to be alert from now on about Linc.

Elena could die? She's getting on my nerves beyond believe. That woman is a terrible shadow in their marriage. Please kill her... Please?

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

Amazing sex scene! Thanks God for Ana's cravings. Lol

Again, those photos... Hot as hell!!!

The conversation between Ana and Carla was priceless because of Ana's comeback to Christian about the abortion subject.

Can wait to see Ana in his office!!

Would Christian do to her everything he wished in their first meeting?

Holding my breath to see what you come up with.
One thing is sure. I will love it!

Thank you again for this Eminé.
Great great great work as always!

Give a huge hug in your mom.

Big kiss form Brazil

Caroline Moraes
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Michelle W said...

Wonderful as ever. Look forward to more. Thank you.

Joenes Carvalho Alves Xavier said...

Emine vc e maravilhosa, a sua versão e pra mim muito melhor, meu domingo ficou perfeito com esse novo capítulo, obrigada, Abraços a sua família, bjssssss Recife, Pernambuco , Brasil

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,
Thank you very much for this new chapter. I'm going to read it and I'll come back to comment.
Have a nice sunday and take some rest with your family?

S from France

Anonymous said...

Loved this chapter. As usual it was fab xxx

Donna from DE said...

OMG that was one of the best chapters. WeLl worth the wait. The pictures were soooooooooo good. Hope all is well. Thank you for sharing your talent. XOXOXO

Joanne Wright said...

Hi Emine,

Thanks for another fab chapter I've started reading the blog again and wow to the pictures.

Hope your well and everything is ok and your getting your work sorted.

Big Hugs
Joanne :)

arianny almeida said...

Emine dear waiting for the chapter was worth it. Adoru your job, you write divinely. Every day I love more the CG and Ana, I am eagerly awaiting the next chapter. XOXO to you and your entire family.
  Arianny - Macaé / RJ - Brazil

Chrysoula Gk said...

Such a wonderful chapter! It was so worth waiting! Eager fot the next one! You are incredibly talented!

Love you <3

Chrysoula Gk said...

Such a wonderful chapter! It was worth waiting for it! Eager for the next one! You are incredibly talented, dear!

Love you <3 <3 <3

ruth spencer said...

Brilliant thank you for finding the time to write..
Love Ruth from the UK XX

ruth spencer said...

Brilliant thank you for finding the time to write!!
Love Ruth from the UK XX

Vera said...

Capítulos maravilhosos! A vida cotidiana sempre surpreende!!!Você é maravilhosa por dividir seu talento conosco!! Ansiosa para ler sobre a visita de Ana na empresa!!! Uma ótima semana! Muita paz! Bjs -Brasil

Brandy said...

Hi Emine!!!

Another awesome chapter! You have such a brilliant mind! Thank you for all you do!!! =-)

tricia said...

I enjoy this chapter especially when she tell her mother that she is having a baby.

Alexandra Cunha said...

Olá Emine, adoro o que você escreve.
Quando saíra seus livros em livrarias?
Quero comprar e guardar todos.
Beijos, saúde e muita persistência, você é divina.
Ale!

Alexandra Cunha said...

Emine, espero o mais breve possível ´poder ver seus livros em uma livraria.
Você é muito criativa e merecedora de todo sucesso.
Beijos e saúde para continuar a escrever!

Anonymous said...

hi emine...im a big fan of your..every time that i read your fsog pov till last chapter you always amazed me..its ok that its late post although every now and then i really check if the coming chapter is ready..yep i open my computer in our office and instead of reading my email your blog first before anything else...im just addict with your blog...i would like to thank you for doing this and many of us really appreciate it..I salute you girl..keep it up..God Bless

Ediene O Maia said...

Oi Eminé!
Capitulo maravilhoso, fantástico, fiquei sem palavras.
Você esta de parabéns, você e uma escritora maravilhosa.
Eminé você me deu um presente hoje que eu não estava esperando, hoje e o meu aniversário eu estava comemorando o meu aniversário quando eu entrei no blogger e vi que você tinha postado o capitulo 12.
Eu tenho uma homenagem pra você.
Essa música é muito antiga e dos tempos de quando eu era adolescente isso há dezessete anos.
Essa música é linda.

Amigos para sempre
Eu não tenho nada pra dizer
você parece no momento até saber o quanto eu estou sofrendo
Vem veja através dos olhos meus a emoção que sinto em estar aqui
Sentir seu coração me amando
Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser
Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações
Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer
amigos para sempre
Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser
Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações
Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer
amigos para sempre
Você pode estar longe, muito longe sim
Mas por te amar sinto você perto de mim, e o meu coração contente
Não nos perderemos não te esquecerei você é minha vida tudo que eu sonhei
e quis para mim um dia
Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser
Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações
Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer
amigos para sempre
Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser
Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações
Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer
amigos para sempre
Não nos perderemos não te esquecerei você é minha vida tudo que eu sonhei
e quis para mim um dia
Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser
Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações
Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer
amigos para sempre
Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser
Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações
Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer
Ouvir no Vagalume »

Gwen said...

E...
Fantastic chapter!! Hot sex to cures all illness!
Gwen

Charm D said...

EmIne
Well worth the wait,loved it. You continue to amaze me every week,you are awesome!!!

Char

Anonymous said...

Thank you ever so much for keeping the Greys in our lives. I don't mind the wait as long as you keep those chapters coming!

Love ya
lettyz@gmail.com

Anonymous said...

Thank you ever so much for keeping the Greys in our lives you have created wonderful story.I don't mind the wait as long as you keep those chapters coming.

Love you
lettyz48@gmail.com

Judith nassaazi said...

Hi there, thanx a lot for the post...it was worth the wait...Christian and Anna are growing both emotionally and learning to respond to each other instinctively, ..something so rare in couples...they do their best to keep them selves happy and "satisfied", I love that about this couple.
I imagine Christian carrying Anna over yet another threshold that is his office....ohh those two!!
I'm glad Anna is better and that they are really telling each other everything...breath of fresh air!!
I can't wait for your next post.....seriously craving!
Keep up the great job love

Mary Grant said...

Hi Emine,
I'm glad you got a chance to post, but I'm more glad that you're ok. It must be exhausting to be as busy as you are. Thank You for all you do for us by keeping the story going and sharing your wonderful talent with us.
I hope all is well with yor mom and your freinds marriage.
I Luved the chapter for many reasons, but mostly because he shared his fear about the baby openly instead of hiding it like he usually does. I'm also proud he told her about Linc & Elena. Having her trust is crucial to their survival rigt now. Pregnacy is hard and super stressful they are gonna have to work together to make it through her mornig sickness. I love Dr Greene, she makes him listen and she checked him perfectly regarding the "question" of continuing the pregnacy. I'm so glad she's not afraid to do her job even if it oisses him off, she is the medical counterpart to Ros actually. It kind of nice.
As usual the sex scene was amazingly, addictive and inspiring. You never disappoint. I'm really lookin forward to the next post whenever you are ready.

tabbyann06 said...

Keep up the amazing work, the chapter was worth the extra wait. Waiting to read the next chapter whenever its ready! I cant wait to see what happens in his office.

Hope all is well with your family and friends

Rhonda Powell said...

Thanks for the writings. I have enjoyed all of them. Keep the story going.

Kara A. said...

Those pictures though????!!!!! H-O-T-T Hottttttt!!! I think I need a cold shower, geez Louise!! LOL. CG's concern for Ana is so over the top sometimes and I love it! Ana will always and forever try his patience. She knows she was not well enough to be trying to go to work lol. Call me crazy, but I really want Ray and Carla to get back together...I know, I know, she's married to that other guy...and I definitely wouldn't want her to have an affair. But I like their characters, I think they're so cute and I think they still love each other. I think some background should be given as to why they are not together. I feel that they should be together lol. You have truly made this story your own, but keeping true to the characters that made us fall in love with FSOG. Great chapter, as usual...Can't wait til the next installment. Take care!!

Donita said...

so glad I have tomorrow (today) off. I had to read this chapter as soon as I saw it was posted. You never disappoint!!!!! Thanks you for taking the Greys to places we all would love to go!!! Your amazing with your writing!
love you and keep up the great work. Love it love you!!
Donita

Céline Cheval said...

Hi Emine,
Wonderful chapter as always.
Poor Ana who don't have chance with nausea and poor Christian who don't how to manage it.
But she's feeling better really fast ^^
Can't wait to see her at GEH.
Have a good week Emine.
xoxo from France.
PS: You will probably uypdate next week right, not on Wed ? Not that I would complain ^^

Ana Paula said...

Hello Emine that chapter spectacular ... You are always congratulations, your emotions overflow into words and can not help but praise her for it
I'm a fan of his writing and his sensitivity. Congratulations again and thank you for another chapter. Each chapter a new emotion, or emotion more intense.
Very affectionate hugs

Ana Paula
São Paulo - Brasil

Patricia said...

Dear Emine, yesssss, it was worth waiting for this chapter. CG better start reading those pregnancy books because he has to be prepared for the next seven months. It will be a rollercoast of emotions.

You are a realy good writer. Thank you.

Patricia

Aline said...

olá querida... Gostei muito desse capítulo, mais uma vez parabéns!!! e agora estou ainda mais ansiosa pelo próximo! Será na quarta feira? Abraços e ótima semana!

EPFlaig said...

Amazing! Thanks for keeping the story going!

Carol said...

Hi Emine! Hi everyone, and happy Labor Day. Don't you worry at all about this late posting. We understand that life gets in the way sometimes. I hope you and your family including your dear mom are happy and well. I really like that you write Carla much more loving than other authors have. Ana needs her mother especially now and it was great that they had that bonding experience regarding the severe nausea. Christian was beside himself with worry for his wife when she became so severely dehydrated and listless. I love how the whole staff chips in to help. They are all so fond of Ana and are so happy for Mr. Grey's joy. They make up the extended family as well. Delectable lemon, by the way. Delectable indeed. Love, Carol xo

Nikolina Bujdo said...

Ladies, we got our Grey and Ana. EL James twitted...Charlie Hunnam and Dakota Johnson. Charlie is cute, but we shall see...

Nina

Anonymous said...

I can see DJ as Ana (sort of) but I just can't see CH as Christian....he just doesn't look like our guy. I guess I'll just have to trust that the professionals know what they're doing.

And maybe it'll turn out that FSOG is just one of those books that I love so I end up never tainting my love for it by watching the movie. We'll see.

ash aspey said...

Wow just found the fourth book and started reading it. Hot hot hot.loving how Christian is coping with Ana and the pregnancy, how protective he is. But they are so hot sexy. Looking forward to the next chapters.

Anonymous said...

Ok I admit I'm disappointed in the picks for Ana and Christian for the FSOG movie but I'm willing the give them a chance. They just look to me like there better suited to play Kate and Elliot. We see..... ChristinaLG3

Anonymous said...

Great chapter can't wait to read the next....thank you

Jenfer said...

Love, love, love! You are amazing!

Guess you need to start posting Charlie Hunnam on the blog now??? What do you think? I think he's incredibly sexy! Not crazy about the pick for Ana, tho.

Love & Laters,

Jennifer

Caroline Moraes said...

Girls, I cannot believe that Dakota Johnson will be Ana! I hate it! She looks too old and dumb and not so pretty...
On the other hand Charlie Hunnan as Christian... hot as hell!!!

Daniela Martins said...

Hello, Eminé!
I wanna say you don't have to apologize! We all know that you had a busy week! And every minute worth the wait!
The chapter is perfect! The conversation between Ana and her mother make me think if it's possible Carla and Ray get back!
No words to say about the pictures you post! OMG!
No more words to say about you! You're such perfect in many ways!
Thanks!
Big hug from Brazil!
Dani
:)

Amanda said...

I would love to see Jose come back for another round with Christian after all the grief he has caused. I love watching Christian kick some ass!

Great chapter!! Protective Christian- so cute!

Anonymous said...

Hi eminee , trop hate au prochain chapitre jattend avec impatience le prochain chapitre. Ho my god !!! Ca va etre dément! !! Ce chapitre ci etait tres cochon jai adorer. Les photos son tres explicite ca donne des idées ;) je te le dit a tout les semaines mais ton travail est remarquable merci . Il faut vraiment quil quil y ai du sexe au bureau entk je vais mimaginer plein de scene en attendant xxx myriam du Québec

Aracely said...

OMG Emine! That was intense! Gail looking after Ana along with Taylor and Sawyer it's so sweet;and Christian, how much more can we love this man?You think she can ask Christian a small garden on the balcony? I know he can be very apprehensive of her going out to the balcony but it would be an excellent framework for when they wake up in the morning and talk about that. Please be patient with us,we can be very demanding sometimes, although I think it's your fault, because you're very good and we miss your work.BTW, Where did you find those pics? they real good.A big hug from Honduras

Brittanie said...

Loved this chapter! Amazing as usual!

What is disappointing is the Christian and Ana castings. I wasn't so pressed on who would play Ana but the choice is still disappointing. Dakota may be Ana's age but she looks very old for her age in my opinion and assuming they dye her hair I just can't see it.

Now Charlie.....he is NOT Christian Grey to me. And I was so upset when I found out about it this morning. He's attractive yes but he is NOT hot. Christian is supposed to make women swoon by just looking at him and Charlie doesn't do that for me. Idk I really really hope I'm proven wrong and I'm sure these are great actors. I figured they would pick lesser know a but still this is a disappointment.

Anonymous said...

Hey Eminé!

This chapter, as usual, was amazing! Damn the hot sex was good! Ana with cravings is definitely something Christian will enjoy! i cannot wait to find out the rest of Ana's pregnancy works out!

As Nina said before, if something big happens with Linc when Ana's in the hospital to deliver Blip would be awesome. I really want to find out how you would write Christian's POV in that situation. But I really want Christian to be able to solve that issue quickly and go back to Ana to help her out with the delivery.

Thanks!
MeganCM

Denale said...

As always...... Perfection. Thank you. Love your continued version. After today announcement. I am having a hard time seeing the characters they have chosen. But looking forward to the movie either way. Hope things have calmed down for you and look forward to next weeks instalment xo
Denale

Anonymous said...

Wow, what a chapter! Well worth the wait. Book 4 is my favourite!

No apologies necessary. Your family and real life are your priority and anyone who disagrees needs to sort out their own priorities. Also wanted to say we followers of your blog should show a little more understanding, gratitude, and appreciation for the privilege you provide, in my humble opinion.

Do hope all is well with you and your family. Sending prayers to your mother.

Take care,
Deb in Canada

sonu burman said...

Hi Emine,

Sorry for not commenting for a while. ls Elena trying to win Christian back by showing concern towards him?

Will Taylor's and Gail's wedding take place before Ana's delivery or afterwards?

This is another fantabulous chapter. Christian worried about his wife, trying to protect her from herself is very heart touching.

Looking forward to the next appearance from Linc.Can't imagine why he had to go on a vacation.

Hoping your mom is doing as well as she can under the circumstances. My best wishes for you and your familiy. Love!!!!!

Anonymous said...

Keep up the good work and know we love and respect all you do. The Hotness factor is hard to find anywhere but here. I agree Dakota and Charlie feel like Elliot and Kate. Oh, well we have Emine's imagination if it doesn't sort out well.

Gna B.
xx

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Good morning everyone!

I have received quite a few e-mails, tweets, FB messages over your concerns with the casting choices. Numbering in the hundreds (who knew?) of you were incredibly disappointed in the choices, and only 3 of you were excited. In order to be fair to the actors, I’m assuming they’ve auditioned and “performed” to someone’s satisfaction. But a lot of times, Hollywood politics are involved. You girls know that I’ve been picturing Kivanc Tatlitug to represent Christian since Book 1. Along the way some of you had objected to that choice and I had explained to you all that he wasn’t going to audition for the part and I was very sure that no matter which popular actor I chose, someone was going to be disappointed. Of course that day has arrived. Let’s all take a deep breath. We’ve gone through the initial shock because we weren’t expecting the casting directors’ particular choices. This is not to say that the choices aren’t good actors or that they’re not good people. I don’t want us to be hateful.
Please remember that I’ve said this since the beginning; this was the core reason I’ve used Kivanc’s images. We are where we are. Do we love the books? Yes. Do we have a particular understanding of Christian, Ana and their relationship? Yes. I told you I’ll keep writing, because my writing wasn’t based on a particular actor but Christian’s character. That’s what I love, and that’s what I’ve been portraying. We all know that most movies adapted from books don’t always do justice to the characters. Time limits, scenes lost in translation, interpretation, direction, or the changes made in the script to the story lines…You name it, it happens. I’ll see the movie. It’s one year from now. The actor has the physique I expect of Christian, but we have expected a different face. In the image they’ve been promoting, the actor looks more like Steve Mcqeen who admittedly has made some spectacular movies. Maybe this performance will be Charlie Hunnam’s crowning achievement. (I’m hoping). I’ve only seen him in the Pacific Rim. He was good, but it’s not the same type of movie 50 Shades will be. I couldn’t say how he would do in 50 Shades based on that movie. Apparently he’s also playing on Sons of Anarchy. I’m looking forward to seeing how they’ll transform him into Christian Grey. Movies don’t change my images of a particular character. One of my most favorite books if Pride and Prejudice. Over the years, they’ve made 8 movies based on the book: a movie in 1940 (Lawrance Olivier & Greer Garson), 1967 TV series (Lewis Fiander & Celia Bannerman), 1980 TV series (Elisabeth Garvie & David Rintoul), 1995 TV Series (w/ Colin Firth & Jennifer Ehle), 2005 Movie (Matthew MacFadyen & Kiera Knightley), and of course Bride and Prejudice (Bollywood version), Bridget Jones’s Diary (loosely based on the books), Pride and Prejudice: A Latter-Day Comedy. None of these movies changed how I feel about one of my favorite books. I know the book by heart; I can start in any page, and continue reading, or finish a line after it’s uttered.

So will this movie change how I feel about the books? Clearly not. I’m looking forward to it, and I’ll keep reading the books, writing as well. If it was my own book, I could insist on my particular favorite actor, but this isn’t the case. I’ll reserve judgment until the movie though, and do my best not to pass judgment.

Now, let’s talk about this chapter: Christian is learning the overcome his fears about pregnancy, and there are pot stirrers behind the scenes. As for Lincoln, never assume that he’s just taking off on a vacation. He’s a calculating man, and he has offshore accounts some of which they uncovered. This is a man who is calculating, who know how to lie in wait for the most opportune time. There’s a purpose for every scene. Nothing is wasted, nothing is unplanned. :)

Hope you’re all well. Now, I have to go tend my child sick with flu. School started, and germs are distributed. Figures :)

Donna from DE said...

Thanks Emine,
I was not happy about castings but your words of wisdom are spot on. Nothing can change my love for Christian and Ana and the books. You are wonderful as always. Sorry your daughter is sick. Germs have already hit my home too and my boys are 17 and seniors. Hope she feels better soon. Thanks for taking time to post in our "time of need" XOXOXOXO

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine! soooo excited for the next chapter... when will it be possibly posted? ;)

gezinvandorp said...

first of all get well with your child hope you get better soon and also like your own in the holes he meis and as far as the movie we'll just have to see how it's going to be.Do you know possibly when you do an update of the next chapter is that a Sunday or next Tuesday Loves wilma

Hope (lovey) said...

Hi Emine,
Hope your daughter gets better push the fluids...Im a nurse so I know lol plenty of bed rest fluids and chicken broth makes for a speedy recovery....but becareful you dont get sick....Once again I love the books and cant even explain how much I love your POV versions...Cant wait for the next chapter but take a break have a glass of wine and take care of baby girl you have earned it....Later's xx

Anonymous said...

Querida, seu trabalho é espetacular, e vale a pena sempre esperar pelas deliciosas linhas que se desenvolvem em vossa trama. Amei o final deste capítulo, bem como toda a angustia de CG, mal posso esperar para ver a maravilhosa visita de Ana na GH, espero que CG possa ver como todos na GH gostam de Ana e dele. Sucesso é o mínimo que lhe desejo. Curiosa para ver sobre Linc. Saúde pra este talento de pessoa :))

Katia - Brasil

Aracely said...

Hi Emine! I'm not happy with the choice of the main cast but after Google them a lot, I think it could work and besides both Charlie and Dakota have to go through a filter that will transform them into the characters we love,I hope so, really hope so; but you're right, we love the books and no matter what movie they make I'm sure we'll be there, I'll be there to see it.

Claudia Souza said...

Olá Emine,

Eu esperava o Matt Bomer para o papel, mas aguardo ansiosa por esse filme! Sobre o capítulo simplesmente amei! Terei ataques de ansiedade até o próximo... Melhoras para o sua filha ;)

Beeijos

Claudia - Curitiba-PR

Anonymous said...

just a request....can u do scene when ana tells kate abt 'ex-dom'....always wondered about kate's reaction....btw loved ur blog....esp cz u r continuing vd the whole preganancy thing....keep it up

annie7632 said...

Hey Emine,
I have only just managed to read this chapter as I have been unwell and away from my laptop for a few days. Major withdrawal symptoms lol...

As always you have done yourself proud, this chapter is showing CG still growing into adulthood with most of his insecurities... I am also loving the release of his control to Gail, who is clearly able to look after Ana, although not all of his control. I feel that Gail, although, only a few years older then CG is like a second mother to him.

I hope your mum is doing well and that you and your family are well too...

Take care, Anne xx

Anonymous said...

Hi Emine,

Like everyone else, I am very disappointed with the casting of the film. These two actors will need a good transformation and make up to make them look like CG and Ana. I am trying to be as wise as you are and give them a chance, but it is difficult, they don't look at all like the Christian and Ana we have imagined.

Loved this chapter, your writing is amazing. The people doing the script for the film should read your blog, there is so much insight into their thoughts and emotions that the writers would have a better idea of the type of persons CG and Ana really are.

Patricia

Céline Cheval said...

I hope you'll make the update today, but maybe you have a busy week.
Have a good week Emine :)

Kate Nahaboo said...

Dear eminé, this chapter was brilliant.
Please don't stress if you can't post on time, we're all big fans of yours, and we will wait patiently :-) family always comes first.

Hope you are well
Love and respect,
Kate

fanny rebellon said...

Hola Emine no habia comentado antes porque la pagina no me lo permitia por el traductor geogle, me encanto este capitulo y me encanta la preocupacion de cristian por la salud de ana, ojala todos los hombres fueran asi, respecto a Elena, linc la llamo porque sabe que ella se lo iba a decir a cristian, el esta manipulando asustandolopara que este siempre mirando por encima del hombro pero no se puede confiar y menos de elena, esa mujer no es buena, amo tu fic del libro lV, y me encanta como defines todo son cosas que no se dicen ni en el libro ni en otros fic, escribes de maravilla solo espero leerte en español ya he visto los capitulos traducidos pero se demoran demasiado solo llevan Xl capitulos de nuevo gracias y te felicito un beso emine desde venezuela.

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,
thank you for this other great chapter. And don't worry about being late. We all have our own life and sometimes it seems 24 hours are not enough for a day. Of course we die to know what will happen next, but life is life. I do hope you could have some rest, sunday. I hope too your daughter is feeling better.
Well, poor ana, not only she gets sick but she has to deal with a very worried husband. I really hope her morning sickness won't last. I love Anastasia and Christian but sometimes this one is the perfect macho. I can't believe that he said to Ana the autor she had a meeting with, would have to be directed to another editor, an editor who wouldn't be preghant!!! At this time I thought: "and what if Andrea one day, gets married and is pregnant?". Also, I was very surprised taht after recovering from her morning sickness, Ana didn't say anything. She was about to do it but just fainted, poor little one! Will you write something about it? She could take a book, show Christian the last page, (or the first one, I can't remember nor check as I've just moved and all my books are still packed up), the one where the editor's name is written. She could tell Christian: "You see? That's why I studied so hard and work so hard too. You are proud of your job, right? I would be proud to see written here "edited by Anastasia Grey for Grey's Editions", especially if these books become best sellers!". What do you think? I know, and you told us, you never write soemthing and let it down. I never bought the fact that Linc has left the town to do some tourism. And as you (or a reader) said, I thought he went to put some money away. Well, let see what will happen next...
Take care of you and your family.
S. from France

mzthang said...

Hi Emine,

I've finally completed the chapter that i've started reading since it was posted. I am now back to work after 3 lovely weeks of vacation so i'm swamped when I'm at work then too tired to read when i'm home plus helping my daughter with her school work.

Loved everything about this chapter as always and the pics are HOT!!!!! mmmm mmmm Just when I think I cant love Christian anymore you show another side that makes me fall in love all over again.

So sorry to hear of your daughter's illness. I've been through that alot especially when my daughter was in Kindergarten to Grades 5. Lots of vitamin C supplements always works for her.

Do take time for yourself and family. As much as I love Christian I love you more because without you there wont be any more Christian and Ana for us to love.

~hugs from~
content in the Caribbean

Hope (lovey) said...

Good afternoon Emine...Hope your daughter is doing better and I hope you have had some rest...loved the chapter as always I hope she gets over the morning sickness soon and can enjoy being spoiled by Christian and enjoying being pregant..Hope Carla comes to visit and she and Christian put Jose in his place..Elena needs to be killed off with Linc or at least leave them the hell alone it does make for good drama I just know she is a hard limit for Ana and I dont think or at least hope that he doesnt cross that line again know her feelings I would love to see Ana put her and Leila and the other Subs in there place though it would be the ultimate Toping from the bottom and I think Christian would enjoy that and it would put Elena Bitch troll once in for all in her place and let her know to leave Christian alone. Cant wait for Taylor and Gail's wedding and the trip to Detroit for Christian and Ana to see his birth mothers grave....so much to look forward to and the birth of teddy and the wedding of kate and elliot........ok im dying for the next chapter now lol......Will it be Sunday you think? Much loves get some rest hugs for the family and prayers for your baby girl......Later's x

Natasha Ridley said...

Hi Emine,

Absolutely love the chapter as always!!!.
You can do no wrong in my eyes!.
About the casting I know that we all had a male in our head let's just hope that Charlie will do it justice.
I am looking forward to movie at the moment.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
Can't wait until you next chapter!!!

Love from Australia!!!!!
Natasha

aries said...

Thank You for the next chapter. The story is fantastic.

Danisa Mashamba said...

Hi Emine

it doesn't matter when you post as long as you post. you take time from you busy schedule to write for us and we really appreciate that. I would really love to see Ana putting Leila to her place even a cat fight i wouldn't mind. i know Ana is laid back and not a fighting person but i would love it if she can beat the hell out of Leila and teach all the subs that you don't mess with Ana Grey. And I still think Christian should teach Jose a lesson and never allow him in his house. I mean I don’t think Ana should continue being his friend as it is clear he’ll never get over his crush for her.

I can't wait for Christian in the labour room. when i was pregnant my husband made it clear that he will not be joining me in the labour room because he doesn't think i can take the pain and he doesn’t want to see me in pain so I can’t imagine protective Christian in the labour room. Although my husband surprised me by coming in during my surgery as I had to have emergency C-section, think that is the only thing man can take so I bet Christian would have opted for that if he knew Ana would go through such pain.

Vanessa Silva said...

Bom dia Emine.
Estou maravilhada com toda história que você vem escrevendo até agora, você realmente é muito boa no que faz.Amo esta trilogia e na versão dele,na minha opinião é muito melhor!Fico ansiosa por cada capítulo.Parabéns.
Um grande abraço. Bjs do Brazil.

Vanessa Silva said...

Bom dia Emine.
Estou maravilhada com tudo que você vem escrevendo,você é muito boa no que faz, parabéns.Estou ansiosa para o próximo capitulo.
Bjs no coração e bjs do povo Brasileiro.

Anonymous said...

ang galing mo talaga emine!!!!! Ever... Bwahahahaha!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I want Matt Bomer is Christian Grey!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

soo excited for chapter 13.. i really loved your work!! <3

Anonymous said...

Loved the chapter amazing as always... So not excited about the cast so far for fifty shades wanted max bomer...... When is the next chapter coming out?.....

Anonymous said...

Next chapter??

MichelleW said...

How many chapters will be in book 4??

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi girls!

We're battling with flu in our household. It started with one child; our youngest, and we've managed to contain it for a while but how it went to my older daughter and hubby, and I think I too am fighting it. I just feel weak, though not as bad as the others.

I will post this coming Friday. I have two birthdays to plan this week (for Monday & Friday) to top the flu... yaaay! :)

As for Michelle's question for total number of chapters... I have not decided. Generally there are 25-30 chapters. I suspect this will be on the upper echelon because there's so many topics to cover.

We'll also have to pick a name for the last book since first 3 is already named.

50 Shades Redeemed .... sounds good, but let's pool in your suggestions. Make it a community effort to name it. Happy Sunday!

Anonymous said...

This is awesome! I just finished reading all the chapters in book 4. Actually going to reread the first three again.

Anonymous said...

I have to say cant wait for the movie that I just heard about this week. As far as the cast of the movie, I am for the best actors/actresses who's abilities are best for the movie to be successful. But I am glad Charlie Hunman is Christian.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear your family seems to be sicker prayers sent your way for a speedy recovery...good luck on the party planning I think I would skip it if I was sick lol...Yes I agree I thin 50 Redeemed is a good titile with a lot of promise....cant wait till Friday...Hopey lovey

Krystal Bailey said...

Fifty shades Unstoppable

Anonymous said...

I like Fifty Shades Redeemed.

I'll toss in another choice with

-Fifty Shades Whole



-Vee

Anonymous said...

Just have to say this is the best blog out there for more of 50 Shades I was browseing other blogs till you were able to post on Friday I found one and with in the first 5mins of reading it I thought I was going to be sick....it turned ugly and went into a diffrent direction of the story.....I loged out and I will never again go looking for more just letting you know your blog is the best out there..........

elyelena said...

Hi beloved Emine, are you feeling better? And your family? Also my kids are fighting with a bad bad flu and it's very difficult with my mum still hospitalized. She send you her best, we're both waiting for next chapter, actually we're both in abstinence crisis... it's 1.00 p.m. here in Cremona I Think you are asleep now.. well sweet dream, we will wait for you and, please conceide us, our fifty shades deeper. Un abbraccio.
Elena

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Good morning girls!

I apologize for being absent for a while. We're dealing with house-wide flu. My poor hubby had spent his birthday sick. I still have 3 people sick at home. It's also my little girl's 8th birthday today. I'll be busy with getting ready for her party.

But meanwhile I'm still trying to write despite how busy I've been. Later tonight or tomorrow I will try to post the new chapter.

I'm also editing the translation of a medical book on top of everything and offered and accepted a job as a linguist with the biggest search engine. I'm only going to do it part time though. I need time to write. I will publish at the end of the year, so, I need to finish my book by November to send to the editor. The blog continues as long as you want to hear CG's stories. Book 4 should be about 30 chapters.

I'm going to tell you a funny story that happened to my bff. Her husband is in the AF. So he goes to Honduras for 4 months training or something and meanwhile misses his wife. He sends her a package of gift. That day he calls her about 4 times to see if she got the package. "Honey, I sent you a gift package, go check the mail please!"

She makes her 4th trip to the mailbox and finally the package in question arrives. She's happy of course because her husband was being thoughtful and sending her a present. She thought maybe a souvenir, a dress, or a piece of jewelry. He waits on the phone while she opens the package. Lo and behold, there is the gift. She excitedly rips open the gift wrap and she's shocked because it's not what she expected.

"What the hell! You sent me a dick?" she says to him. There was a dildo sitting in the package.

"What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Well, I'm not there, I didn't want you to crave."

"So, your solution was sending me a dick?"

"Use it while I'm gone, and we'll utilize it when I get back to pleasure you."

So, come visiting time (the Friday night 5 o'clock tea) she says, "girls, my husband sent me a lovely present." Ladies are curious to see what see got, and out comes this black penis.

Our other friends burst out laughing, "your husband sent you a battery operated boyfriend?"

"It appears so."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Display it in my china cabinet," she says casually. "What do think?"

It's now part of the show and tell with the girls in our group. I got interesting girl-friends to say the least.

Daniela Martins said...

Good morning, again, Eminé!
I'm laughing here about your friend's gift!
OMG!
The last thing I could imagine it was!
Excelente weekend, dear Emine!
Take easy!
Get a time to relax with your family and friends!
Hugs from Brazil!
:-)

Rosangela Maria Cabral Corvalan said...

OMG
I'm laughing a lot.
Good idea!
Enjoy the party!
Kisses and hugs

Rosângela - Curitiba - Brasil

Anonymous said...

That's so funny!! Thank you for sharing this story with us Dear Emine. Hope your husband and the children will feel better soon. Have a nice weekend.
Hugs from French Riviera.

S from France

Anonymous said...

What a laugh!

Sorry your family is all sick with the flu - that is absolutely no fun

While I know you are busy, the selfish part of me is wanting you to hurry with the next chapter!

Impatiently waiting in soggy Loveland, CO

Aracely said...

Omg I guess you and your friends laughed so hard that lasted till next day.Get well Emine.

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

we should I've Charlie the link to this blog so he can read fifty shades from Christians perspective :) you have him down to a tee. can't wait for the update xx

Anonymous said...

Hi! Super excited to find your blog. Truly impressed by your writing skills. Hope to find new chapter soon. Thx for your effort! Well done!

Anonymous said...

I'm worried, is it all good?
ETA please...


Anonymous said...

will it be tonight?

Anonymous said...

is the update coming anytime soon? if yes then plz could u give me an eta?
thanks
cant wait
ramona

Anonymous said...

Where poster, Emine said he would put Friday or Saturday?

jeangb said...

Hi Emine, Hope you and your family are feeling better. One of your readers suggested that Charlie should read your blog. I think that he needs to otherwise how is he going to understand what lies beneath CG? The man inside. Without that understanding FSOG "the movie" will just be another sex filled chic flick; Shallow and meaningless. Hope you are able to update soon. We know you have your hands full, But, We miss you so

Susan Glenn said...

I love the way you put the pictures of Matt Bomer in with the story it make it fifty shades real I can picture him as Mr C Grey and the story is great can't put it down