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Book IV - Chapter XX - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction
KEYS to MY HEART
In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life
- Dante Alighieri
no, no!” Anastasia stops the mover from hanging the painting we’ve purchased
into the wrong room. My wife wanted to personally supervise the location of
each furniture we’ve chosen together and of course the paintings we’ve
purchased. The only thing I am not budging is the location of her black and white
photo Jose the photographer took.
It’s so… there!” she makes a nervous gesture with her hand seeing her photo
above the great fireplace.
not budging on this Ana! I love looking at your picture, and it’s going to be
our living room.”
everyone will see it, Christian!”
everyone, just our family. You’re the center of my universe, why shouldn’t I
have an image of you in the hearth of our home?”
home…” she whispers reverently. “It is our home, isn’t it?” she says her hands
absently caressing her protruding belly, protectively. I take two steps towards
her and close the distance between us. Wrapping my arms one over her hand below
her belly, the other right under her ample breasts. My woman. My home. She
personifies everything that is valuable to me. I lower my head to her neck and
inhale her scent.
Mrs. Grey! How I love you, baby!” I whisper.
me?” she asks feigning disappointment.
and the blip. But, you’re the love of my life. It’s different than the love of
our child. Little Master or Miss Grey.”
have an appointment on Monday with Dr. Green. If the baby is properly
positioned, we can learn the sex of the baby. I want us to be able to discuss
the names,” she says excitedly.
find out what we are having first. Then we can discuss the names,” I remind
her. Names! She suggested that I'd look into my biological family history and see. I know she wants me to make peace with a horrid early childhood, but I want nothing to do with those fuckers.
Grey, Mrs. Grey,” says Mrs. Taylor, clearing her throat. I feel relief. “They are delivering
the Christmas tree, and it’s quite big. Where would you like it placed?”
tree?” Ana asks surprised.
“Yes, this is our first Christmas, and it is in nine days away. Are you quite sure that you want to host
the Christmas here? Our family is big. My parents, grandparents, siblings, their significant other, your dad and the Kavanagh parents…”
“Oh, my dad may not be able to make it. He might go see Jose and his dad since they
have no one else to spend the Christmas with.”
frown. He prefers to spend Christmas with Jose and his dad instead of his
do you feel about that?”
could invite Jose and Mr. Rodriguez but I think they don’t want to impose on
us. So, I decided that it might be best to let him be this year to keep his
best friend company and maybe visit us next Christmas… you know,” she says
smiling, holding her hand over her belly, “on the baby’s first Christmas.” I
Mrs. Grey, I count…” I say squinting my eyes, four from our family, and four
people from Kavanagh family, “a total of ten guests. There’ll be twelve of us.
We’re just moving.”
help Mrs. Grey, sir. Jason and I will have our Christmas here and I’m cooking for
Sawyer, Ryan and Miss Tiber as well,” says Mrs. Taylor. Ana grins at me, giving
me her ‘I told you so’ look.
Gail and I have it all planned out. Let’s go determine where we will put the
Christmas tree,” she says excitedly, tugging my hand. When she sees the
Christmas tree, her eyes widen.
wow! Christian, this is like the main tree they put in the White House! It’s huge!”
“Don't you like it?” I ask worried.
I guess. I just never had a tree of my own. I mean when I was little my mom used to put
up a Christmas tree, but it was…small. Kate and I didn’t bother to put up a
tree because she always went to her parents’, and I went to see Ray or mom.”
She bites her lower lip and her throat works hard on a swallow. I knew that she
didn’t celebrate much coming from a divorce family; always having one parent
missing during the holidays. When her eyes start misting, I postpone giving her
the gifts I got.
would you like the tree, Mrs. Grey?” asks Taylor. They already opened up the glass
doors in the great room and managed to haul the tree into the house.
do you think if they put it right there, Christian?” Anastasia finally asks excitedly. She
points her index finger near the glass wall overlooking the Sound.
I say without taking my eyes off her. She grins. In the next half hour, she
instructs the workers for the exact location she wants the tree to be placed. I’ve
never seen her in nesting mode before, and it is a sight to behold. When the
tree is properly set-up and the workers retreated, I turn to her.
believe it’s time to put your first ornaments on our first tree.” I hand her
two boxes. Her eyes widen, and she practically yanks the gift boxes out of my
I knew they’d make you this excited, I’d have given them to you sooner,” I
muse. The first box she opens rewards me with a sharp gasp. The first ornament
she’s holding is our first kiss as a husband and wife carved out of crystal and I think
the artist did a great job depicting us, though no artist can fully capture
Anastasia’s beauty. “First kiss, first love, first Christmas” is written on the
glass stand our figurines are standing.
you are the biggest romantic! I love it!” she utters once she is capable of
putting her words in a sequence.
would you like to hang it?” I ask.
believe I want everyone to see this. Sooooo….” She says walking around the
tree, then walking back to get a full vision of the tree to see the best location.
she exclaims, and places the ornament at a very visible location on the tree.
the next one,” I instruct. With trembling fingers, she opens the next box. The
sight of her face is something to behold. She looks at the box containing the
next ornament, then to me and then back to the ornament again. Wordlessly, she
throws her arms around my neck, and pulls my head down to kiss me.
we pull apart, we’re both breathless.
Grey! I am loving your reaction to my gifts. I'll make sure to give you gifts more often just to see that expression on your face…” I smile
with my gaze darkening. She wipes her eyes with the backs of her hand then
looks at the ornament again. She holds it close to her heart as if it’s the
most precious gift she has ever received.
love it!” she whispers. “I just love it so much! And I love you! Thank
you!” Her voice is appreciative, sincere
and completely awed.
lifts the ornament up. It is a flying stork carrying a heart shaped bundle
with a pink and a blue footprint stamped with the writing that says “LOVE before first
sight”. She hangs it up next to our figurines.
Mrs. Jones, I mean Mrs. Taylor!” she calls out.
ma’am,” Gail comes discreetly from behind.
you help me to decorate the tree?” she asks.
I don’t want you on ladders or trying to reach to the top of a 12 foot tree."
"But, I want to, Christian!"
I have professionals coming to decorate it for you. You can supervise them to the
content of your heart. But, I don’t want my pregnant wife working on decorating
a huge tree! Thank you Mrs. Taylor,” I say sending Gail off.
Don’t shoot me down. I want to decorate my first tree.”
can help out with the lower branches. But, so help me God Ana, if I see you
near a ladder, I will take you across my knee,” I hiss in a low voice.
wouldn’t dare!” she says looking at me with a challenging look.
you goading me Mrs. Grey?” I ask raising my eyebrows. “You know you’ve been
experiencing low blood pressure, and you have just gotten over nausea. I’m not
taking a chance on that. You are not taking a chance! If you so desire, I will
call Dr. Greene right now. You know the list of do’s and don’ts. I want my wife
safe and secure and our child full term, tucked in his or her mommy’s tummy if
we can both help it,” I say gently caressing her belly.
she whispers. “I’m sorry for making you anxious. I just want to be the one
putting every single ornament on the tree and every single item where they belong in our home.”
baby… No one can do it alone. Not in a house this size. We’ve chosen the
furniture, accessories and paintings together. We’ve made decisions on every
single pillar, tile, window, wall and architectural detail in our home. I don’t
know how much more personal it can get than that? We have very heavy pieces of
furniture. It will take crews of movers to position them. I don’t want my wife
trying to do any the heavy lifting."
know. I only moved into my apartment with Kate and that was only a small room,
and then of course moved to Seattle with Kate to her condo. But, we didn’t have
a lot to move, and Elliot helped us. I’m still getting used to having so much
have to get used to it baby. It’s just the way it is. It’s impossible to manage
a house this size without a lot of help. It’s three times the size of our Escala
apartment and we have a lot of grounds to have kept. That means, we’ll also
day?” she asks surprised.
not every day, but about two or three times a week. There are trees, bushes,
plants, grass, and waterfront to be kept.”
“Okay," she acquiesces. "Are
we staying at our new home tonight?” she asks hopeful.
our bedroom is set-up, but I’m not sure if Mrs. Taylor got the kitchen ready to
be used. I suppose, we can order take-out and have Mrs. Taylor shop for
breakfast items for tomorrow morning if you have your heart set on spending the
night at our home. The security is already set-up. The home is already being
that mean we’re staying?” she jumps clapping her hands.
that’s what you want, yes.”
we have fire, and sleep in front of the fireplace by the Christmas tree,
Christian?” she asks.
don’t want to christen our new bedroom tonight?” I murmur a little
she says looking around, trying to make sure that no one is in hearing distance,
then she leans in and whispers. “I’ve had this fantasy… I know it’s weird, but
when Charlie Tango went down,” she says her voice breaking down, “I was so
distraught. Then my gaze focused on the fireplace and I thought, we’ve never
made love in front of the fire place. And I vowed that I would do that with you
when you came back. But, we never fulfilled that fantasy in Escala. So, I think the first
place we make love should be in front of the hearth of the house and by our
breath of air hisses out between my teeth.
Grey, do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? I’m in the mind to empty this house right now to fulfill that fantasy. But, our tree is not
decorated yet. Let’s get it decorated today, and make this room, home.”
Then I turn around and call out to Gail.
Taylor!” she walks with brisk steps into the living room with an apron tied to
Mr. Grey,” she replies pleasantly.
are going to spend the night here. Is there enough food for dinner and breakfast?”
kitchen isn’t fully set up yet, sir. But I can certainly bring food from
Escala. I’ve already prepared some, and we can stock up the pantry here in the
next few hours.”
you Mrs. Taylor. Yes, please stock up the pantry.”
I say, tugging Anastasia’s hand. The command center at the house is state of
the art, and super high tech. Only Ryan is in the command center. He’s viewing
monitors, and checking the comings and goings.
Taylor?” I ask.
making sure that everyone that’s coming to the house is supposed to be here,
and not just dropping in uninvited. I’ll call him sir.”
Mr. Grey would like to see you at the Command Room,” he speaks to the radio on
you, T!” he responds to Taylor’s answer.
is three minutes, sir.”
Taylor comes into the office, it’s evident that he has been under the sun for
some time in the Caribbean. He’s tanned, and looking even healthier. Taylor is
wearing his suit even in this busy day.
Mr. Grey,” he greets me as soon as he enters into his office, otherwise renamed
by the security detail as the “Command Center”.
the Christmas tree decorators coming today?” He consults his chart on his
got all the deliveries today, and the set-up is being done as we speak, sir. Ah, yes, the Christmas tree decoration is
today. They’re due in about 45 minutes. The tree guys got here ahead of
schedule,” he says frowning. “They called in extra help to get it in. I had to
check their guys before the delivery.” I look up at him to see if there’s
anything suspicious going on. He imperceptibly shakes his head once, to let me
know that all looked okay. But the motion doesn’t escape Anastasia’s notice.
decorators are working in all the rooms, right now, sir.”
want them to first set up the living room and the Christmas tree. I also want a
low seating area by the fireplace. Pillows, plush carpet, warm colors. Something
soft, comfortable, and elegant enough to lie down and rest.” Anastasia blushes
sir. I’ll instruct them right away,” he says impassively, then nods at
Anastasia. “Ma’am,” and leaves with quick, purposeful steps. When I take Anastasia out of the Command Center, I turn to Anastasia with darkened gaze.
Mrs. Grey,” I say, smoldering as I lock eyes
with her. “You can boldly take charge in getting me turned on and demand to
make love to me in front of the fireplace in our new home because of a hidden
fantasy you have been concealing from me,” I qualify mock chiding as I lift her
chin up to make her look at me, “but I can’t instruct the head of my security
to create that environment in order to make that fantasy a reality?”
chews her bottom lip in contemplation. I tug her chin to stop her from biting
“I'm embarrassed of Taylor…” she murmurs.
they know what we do. You’re my wife. My wife… There’s nothing wrong with
them knowing that I make love to my own wife,” I say with arrogant male pride. We all like to mark our territories. She’s my
wife, and my territory. If anybody doesn’t like the idea, they can go fuck
walks in with an efficient looking well dressed and well groomed brunette with
pillows in her arms. She’s directing a group of assistants.
Grey!” she gushes as she hands the pillows to another female assistant.
Mr. Taylor will show you the location,” she says then turns to me with a
Taylor asked us to set up a cozy fireplace seating area per your request,” she
says completely ignoring Anastasia.
you like us to arrange the seating area closer to the fireplace? We can bring
couple of the chaise and ottomans to create a warm and cozy environment,” she
not what we want at all,” Anastasia says in an even, but commanding tone.
Hallelujah! Her inner goddess finally finds her voice.
who are you anyway? I don’t remember hiring you,” Anastasia reprimands. Her
back elongates; she stands taller, takes charge of the room immediately.
Susanne Stillfield of Bouvier Design Studio. I’m one of the partners. You have
been consulting with Allison Bouvier but she’s flown to Atlanta early this
morning due to a family emergency. I have just been able to look at the
designs, but, I haven’t studied the final changes you two may have discussed,”
she says extending her business card to Ana.
this a common practice that your company sends different designers at the last
ma’am. I apologize for the confusion,” Miss Stillfield responds chagrined.
Bouvier’s mother had a heart attack early this morning. She’s in critical but
stable condition. She had to leave and unfortunately didn’t leave me any notes
for any changes you may have instructed. But we have all the furnishings here.
If it’s a matter of rearranging, I’m sure we can easily do that.”
That would be fine, but where is Miss Bouvier’s assistant Julia? She knows all
the plans,” Anastasia states. Somehow I know that Anastasia is testing this new
designer. Smart girl!
Julie Clifton is her assistant, Mrs. Grey. She’s supervising the set-up of the
bedrooms upstairs, ma’am. I’d be more than happy to assist you if you let me
know what changes you require,” she says now in complete submission to
smiles, and takes charge of the new designer like a pro. She is in full
dominant mode and it’s a fucking turn-on!
the last worker left and the gates are closed and we’ve had our very first meal
in our home with picnic-ware, I take my wife’s hand and bring her to our living
room. The overhead lights are turned off; the twinkling lights from our
Christmas tree, roaring fireplace and the column candles around the room are
providing a cozy and warm environment as well as a sexy one.
Christian! This is incredible! Utterly sexy…” she whispers. My eyes are on my wife,
I can’t help but agree with her.
you making this house, our home. A very cozy home.”
me, baby, wherever you are, is home. A house becomes home, because you’re in it.”
you say the most romantic things,” she says as she pulls me to her. Her hands
circle around my neck, her lips reach up to meet mine.
kiss is urgent and demanding; possessive even. Her tongue caresses mine in
gentle strokes, urging me to take charge of her, consume her, love her. She
digs her fingers into my scalp and demands to merge our bodies.
Ana! Wait…” I stop her from going any further.
I want you!” she mewls.
want you too, baby. But, I have something to give you first.”
already gave me two things.”
but this is different.” She looks at me curiously. Old Anastasia would have
complained for having been given a gift. Now that she fully understands we’re a
couple, husband and wife, she doesn’t see my gifts anything other than a token
of my love for her. I hand her a small gift box wrapped in a brown paper
package and tied up with a simple construction twine. I’m not very good at
wrapping things. The package is accompanied with a letter I wrote for her. She
opens the letter first.
Anastasia -- my beloved wife,
I have struggled while I was writing this
missive to you trying to put my feelings on paper. No, the task is not arduous
but the words are not sufficient…the love…though
I feel this word is inadequate in describing that churning, possessive, stormy
feeling I have for you. It is so prevalent, so singularly supreme that it hurts
me and causes me heartache… I love you so damn much, you’re the first thought I
have when I wake up, and the last when I go to sleep. I miss you every second
you’re away from me. If I loved you anymore, I don’t think I could properly
function. But the happiness, the exhilaration I feel in offering my love to you
is as vast as the Pacific Ocean. The joy it gives me is indescribable: euphoric
When Pablo Neruda said “I love
you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without
problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way
of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand
upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close,” his words just might come close in expressing what I feel for you.
When I set this task of getting our home… what
a lovely expression, our home completed in time for Christmas, I knew very well
that I was only giving you something that money could buy. But your presence in
our home as my wife, the mother of our child is something completely priceless.
I’m not a man of many words, but you already know that. Yet, my feelings for
you bring out this loquacious person with hopefully an elegant discriminating
taste, someone who can arrange words like the poets of old to evoke feelings in
you like a blasting volcano.
So, here I am, borrowing words from a great
poet who is perfectly expressing my thoughts in giving the keys to our home
into the hands of my beloved wife.
“Walking in forests or on beaches, along hidden lakes, in
latitudes sprinkled with ashes, you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark,
pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water and the weather. Out
of such softened relics, then, with hatchet and machete and pocketknife, I
built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built
little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in
them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this
century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life. (Pablo Neruda)”
Welcome home, baby.
Your loving husband, xoxo
Skylar Grey - I'm Coming Home
wiping her eyes unceremoniously with the back of her trembling hands, she opens
the small box, and finds the key to our home. The next thing I know, she hurls
herself at me with soft sobs.
What’s wrong? Did I upset you?” I ask worried.
You… sweet, loving husband! You have no idea how much idea much your words make
might have an inclination,” I smile, feeling relief. “Now, about that fantasy
I want you to make love to me by the fire, at the hearth of our home…” she
pleasure,” I murmur sweeping my wife off the floor, careful to hold her
sideways to not to disturb her slightly protruding belly. Even though the ceiling is two stories high in
the Great Room, the warm fire from the fireplace, twinkling lights from the
Christmas tree and the strategically placed scented column candles give the
room a very cozy aura. The shag carpet is off white, soft as sheep skin, silky
and made of bamboo, antibacterial and hypoallergenic both to keep my wife
away from the irritants and make sure that she is comfortable when I’m making
love to her on the floor. Plush pillows strewn invitingly over the carpet. When
I take her before the fireplace, I slowly lower her to her feet.
love you Mrs. Grey,” I murmur ardently.
love you too, Mr…” I don’t let her finish. As I seal my lips over hers, I
swallow her final word, “Grey.”
hands make quick work untying her wrap around dress. As my lips are still
sealed over hers, I let her dress slide off her shoulders. I would have never
thought there would be anything more intoxicating then the sight of my wife’s
lean, inviting body. I was wrong. The slight curve of her pregnant belly with
my child in her is sexy as hell. I want her for me… I will always want her for
me because I have not had the intimacy that she has given me with anyone in my
life, but the fact that my possession of her now is completely evident to
everyone who looks at her, as if I branded her from within screaming at everyone
that ‘she is Christian Grey’s only love!’
we are one… One love, she is mine and I am hers.
love, love and love you, Anastasia Grey!” I whisper over and over again as my
lips kiss her lips, along her jaw, her earlobe and finally moving down her
sleek long neck. I inhale her scent deep and long. I knew Anastasia secretly
worried that her pregnancy would turn me off. The way her body grew would be a
repellent factor. But, nothing could be further from the truth for me. To make
a point to that fact, I took her to shopping for pregnancy lingerie. What
surprised me now is that she was wearing one of them under her wrap around
dress. I only realize it when my hands make contact with the lace of it. She is
wearing the white chiffon babydoll lingerie which completely lacks coverage
over her now another size grown breasts. My mouth simply dries up. I try to
swallow. But my throat knots up. Anastasia simply looks like an angel plucked out
of heaven. My angel.All mine! I’m the luckiest son of a
did you…” I swallow again. Words fail me. “When?” I ask. Se bites her lip, then
so surprised Mr. Grey? Surely, as your wife, my aim is to please as well…”
Grey.” My voice is soft, but the command in it is unmistakable.
hands go to her back, clasping it; she straightens her posture and
inadvertently pushes out her very perky breasts forward. Her nipples are tight
beads straining to reach me, beckoning, calling for a touch, caress, suckling.
She’s a siren; a goddess, and I’m helpless before her powers. My heart skips a
beat in my chest. When my eyes manage to go below her breasts, I see that her
belly button is slightly visible between the barely overlapping flaps of her
elegantly laced lingerie. Beneath it her barely visible panties and a pair of
white stockings pulled up to her thighs. All drawing attention to her sexy
figure. Screaming out she’s a desirable, woman, a goddess of sexual pleasure,
fertility, and a conqueror of man…this man: Christian Grey.
way you look tonight is so beyond compare that you would make the masters of
ancient sculptures weep in awe that there really is a specimen of woman of
blushes under my gaze.
I’m far from perfect. I have a lot of flaws.”
for me. You, Mrs. Grey, are made for me. You are perfect for me, just for being
you. I wouldn’t change a hair on your head, baby,” I murmur.
like this then?” she asks worried. “I don’t know if my pregnancy would turn you
off as I get bigger…” she whispers. “It will get bigger…” her voice goes even
that answer enough for you?” I say unzipping my pants and dropping to my feet
with my boxers and all. My erection springs out fully extended, seeking relief,
seeking her body. Anastasia gasps and takes a step forward towards me. Her
hands encircle my cock and with her simple touch alone, my eyes roll back into
my head. The veins on my phallus are throbbing like the jungle drum, the head
of my cock turning purple with need of her. The next feeling I get is the wet
warmth of the tip of her tongue spreading the single dew beaded on the tip of
my cock around. That single point of touch spread fire around my body, burning
me, consuming my entire being with desire. I gasp with a shaky breath. My lips
part in the shape of an ‘O’. My hands seek her out, and I find her head level
with my cock. I open my eyes, and look down and see my wife on her knees
situated herself upon a plush red pillow. The sight of her gazing up at me is
my undoing. Her breasts curved up, nipples are small beads, tight and perky,
while lace outlining them, and one her hands is on my leg with her lips circling
the tip of my cock.
gives me a wicked smile when she sees the effect she has on me. Her tongue
darts out as she holds my heavy length with one hand, and she licks the aching
tip in a circular motion, then she leans in and follows a throbbing vein with her tongue, then reaching up to the now very sensitive tip, she dip her head and swallows my heavy length drawing deep
and hard with enough power to suck the paint off a bumper!
I want her on her knees, on the floor like this? I can’t think straight when
she just relocated my brain to the vicinity of my cock! My hands go to her
shoulders, trying to pull her up.
oh God! Are you sure?” I ask in a stuttering voice.
gift…for you…” she says with her lips touching the tip of my erection again. “There
are no barriers between us, remember?” And it is true. Even though she is the
one on her knees on the floor, I’m the one who is owned. She’s the master of my
heart. But, I don’t want to come this way, I want my fill inside her when we
are as one.
Ana… slow!” I instruct her. She slows her ministrations and pulls me to the
hollow of her cheek. When she pulls her final draw of my cock, I clasp her
shoulders and slowly raise her to her feet. My cock exits her wet and warm
mouth with a suctioning pop.
me,” I order.
smiles wordlessly knowing the full effect she has on me, and her hands reach up
to the top button of my white shirt. I would have stopped her in the past since
I couldn’t endure being touched at all. She broke all those barriers. I crave
her hands on every inch of my body with the intensity of a starving man in a
banquet. She stands in front of my only in her lingerie, stockings and her high
heels. Her hair falls over her back and partly over her ample breasts in
chestnut cascades. She slowly and leisurely undoes each button. Then she runs
her fingertips over my chest hair lightly down to my belly button and over my
happy trail. I remain motionless to let her enjoy her expedition, though not
touching her back proves to be a nearly impossible task. I focus on her face;
the slight glow with the fire reflecting on the side of her face gives me
glimpses of her slightly parted lips. Her tongue darts out to wet them
absently. She moves her hands up again, under my shirt and slides it off my
shoulders. It hangs from my wrists.
I forgot,” she says giggling and walking behind me over unbuttons the cuffs.
daa!” she says tossing the shirt onto a nearby chaise.
she murmurs as if she just remembered something. She walks me back slowly with my
pants and boxers at my ankles a couple of feet. Running her hands over my happy
trail, and her hands lingers over my loins of Apollo, finally she skates her
hands over my legs her gaze focused on my erection, making me ache for her.
killing me, Ana!” I say and she finally reaches down to my ankles. She pulls my
shoes off my feet and then my socks. Finally, my pants and boxers come off.
believe it’s my turn, baby,” I say and lift her up to her feet. I lift my wife
up to her feet, and turn her back to me. Pulling her flush with my body, I make
sure that she knows how hungry my body is for her. My erection is hot, heavy
and pulsating on her back. I run the back of my hand over her cheek. Closing
her eyes, she leans into my touch, craving for more. I trail down to her neck,
the sides of her arms but completely bypassing her breasts, my hands come down
to the flaps of her chiffon lingerie. I allow my hands to travel into the
panels over to her belly. A loud moan escapes her lips, and she rubs herself to
me. I rub and circle around her belly and slowly dip my hand into her panties
stopping right under her bump. The blooms of her sex is soaked, ready for me as
ever. I slide my index and middle fingers over her slit back and forth.
now, baby,” I murmur. My right hand goes up on her breasts. She arches her back
to allow more of herself into my capable hands. Her nipples are completely
perked up as if she’s shivering in freezing weather, but it’s warm and pleasant
in the room. Her nipples are overly sensitive with her pregnancy. Her lips part
and she trembles under my touch. I’m hopelessly aroused, and completely
seduced. I run my nose over her arched neck, kissing and nipping my way down to
her shoulder. As she takes a sharp intake of breath when I squeeze and pull her
nipple, I dip two fingers into her sex and run circles inside her. I continue
to toy with her nipple with my fingers making her blood boil. Meanwhile my
arousal is rising to meet and surpass hers, my skin is hot and covered with a
mist of sweat, mixing with my cologne, and my personal musk, filling the air.
going to lay you down now Mrs. Grey.” She makes a protesting sound.
about to come, Christian! Please…” she begs.
image how much better it will feel when my lips suckling your breasts, my
tongue licking your nipples, my fingers all over your delicious body as my cock
is thrusting balls deep into your sex while your high heeled delicious feet are
over my shoulders. Would that not be better?”
writhes in my arms. If I wasn’t holding her tightly, she’d simply fall to the
ah! Please, Christian!” she begs.
turn my wife around and kneel before her. Her heavy lidded eyes darken and look
at me. I slide her panties down and let her walk out of them. I lie her down
onto the pillows and lean down over her lips. My thighs strain against hers and
both of our breathing becomes labored. The outward control I’m
displaying is about to be rewarded. My cock hardens even more in anticipation.
As our lips take over each other almost violently, my hand clasps her breast
and squeeze. The head of my cock strokes the mouth of her sex in delicious
enticement. She’s soaked and ready. My cock is pulsing and thick automatically responding to the
suckling of her sex, and I surge inside her, going deep, until the base of my
cock kisses the entrance of her sex. I gasp with pleasure, and remain there for
a minute. She grinds herself, but I hold her still. Anastasia scrapes her nails
over my ass to entice me to move.
Christian! I need this! Take me!”
slowly pull back and fill her again with long and deep drives. She wraps her
legs around my ass. I pull back again and shift the angle of my penetration and
stroke her with tantalizing pressure, varying my thrusts. I want this to last a
lot longer. I rub her in low and then high deep massages inside her sex,
pumping her in my own timed and measured rhythm. Then I feel her building up. I
lean down, and capture a nipple between my teeth giving her just enough
pleasure and pain to both divide and conquer her focus. She clenches further
onto my ass and quivers under my relentless drives. My lips leave her nipple
with a loud suction and I find her lips. When she reaches her climax, I feel
her inner muscles of her sex pulsating, and rubbing, pulling my cock deeper
still in our race to reach our climax. We swallow each other’s moans as we both
reach our peak. I trust into her once, “You,” thrust once again, “Are,” and a
third time, “Mine!!” as my eyes roll back inside my head in an all-consuming
I love love love love you, baby!” I say, careful not to collapse onto her. When
I pull out of her, she winces, but her eyes are dreamy, barely open.
love you, Christian!” and rolls into my arms among the pillows across the
the first lights of the day seeps in through the curtainless windows in our new
home, I watch my wife to sleep in my arms. I try to stay motionless to not to
wake her up, but her sleepy eyelids cracks open just a little under my gaze.
up early. This carpet is pretty soft,” she says running her hand underneath us
and finding sheets instead. Her eyes open a little wider and she glances
we didn’t sleep on the carpet,” she says half disappointed.
Mrs. Grey, we didn’t. I wasn’t going to let the decorators to find my wife
naked on the living room floor. I carried you to our bedroom.” I say decidedly.
She smiles at my response.
I sleep a little more, or do we have to get up for the workers?”
sure the workers can manage without you for a few hours, baby. But, I will get
up to talk to Taylor.”
want to get up, but, this baby is tiring me out.”
sleep, baby. I’ll supervise them on your behalf.”
no. Just wake me up in an hour, please,” she says with barely managing to keep
her eyes open.
wore you out last night, Mrs. Grey.”
You can wear me out anytime, Mr. Grey,” she says with a sleepy smile.
back to sleep Mrs. Grey,” I murmur leaning in and kissing her forehead.
furniture has been moved in and the Big House has been completely decorated
within three days nearly without a hitch aside from the last minute decorator
change. My wife has been nesting… big time. I wouldn’t know what that meant had
I not seen her in full in take-charge-of-making-our-home-organized-my-damn-way
mode. It’s both a sight to behold and to worry because I don’t want her to get
hurt trying to show the movers where the 1200 lbs of solid wood dining table
should go by trying to hold it when they didn’t get the exact location she desired. I had
to constantly try to distract her by getting her to give her input without
physically exerting herself. Although she did look spectacular when she put on
her yoga pants, a checkered shirt tied right above her baby bump with a black
camisole underneath and a bandana tied on her hair. She looked like a greaser
girl from the Outsiders on Sunday.
to Christian Grey…” chimes Anastasia’s voice as she pulls our laced hands onto
got you so deep in thought? Are you nervous?”
I’m not nervous,” I respond. But my hesitation worries her and a V forms
between her brows.
she says hesitantly. “If we’re lucky and the Blip is cooperating, we’re going
to find out our baby’s sex!” she whispers as if she doesn’t want Taylor, and
Miss Tiber to hear our conversation. Sawyer is following us behind in a
different SUV. My fingers gently caress her belly.
sure you don’t have a preference?” she asks.
I just want the baby to be healthy. If it’s a girl, she’ll have a great mother
to take as a role model,” I say. “If it’s a boy…” I hesitate.
couldn’t think of anyone who could be a better father than you, Christian.
You’ve had a great upbringing. You’re a wonderful husband. No one could be more
protective of the baby than you, or loving. Your love is very giving,” she says
it’s a boy,” I qualify, “I have a great wife who makes me want to be a
better man, a better husband, a better father. It’s still due to you, baby. Boy
or girl, we need you and certainly depend on you.” Her mouth stays open with a
husband, you wash away all my worries with just one sentence, a look or a
Not anymore,” she responds just as Taylor comes to a complete stop at the
parking lot. We take the elevators to Dr. Greene’s office. A receptionist
greets us. Taylor and Miss Tiber walks into the office while Sawyer stands
guard just outside of the office door. The time slot is completely clear of all
patients until an hour after we leave. The only one in the office is the
receptionist, but a nurse walks out to meet us.
Mrs. and Mr. Grey,” she smiles. The nurse is about thirty years of age. Her
hair piled up into a tight bun and she’s wearing blue scrubs and she has
hideous crocs on her feet. I never understood those crocs, but I guess long
hours of standing on your feet requires comfort and not podiatric elegance.
Grey, I’ll take you to the back now, ma’am,” she says.
coming with her.”
won’t be long Mr. Grey,” the nurse responds in a professional tone.
coming with my wife,” I look straight into her eyes in a forbidding manner.
not starting the exam right away sir. I just need to measure her height and
weight, take her blood pressure, and collect a urine sample. Then she will have
to drink five glasses of juice, and wait for fifteen minutes. You will come in
when we do the ultrasound.”
know I did not slip into French when I’m speaking to you. Mrs. Grey doesn’t go in
alone. I. Come. With. Her.”
Christian, it shouldn’t take us that long to go and do those things, maybe
fifteen minutes tops. I’ll be back out here.”
either I go, or Melissa goes in with you. You know the rules. I’m already here,
and I’m your husband. I go where you go.”
smiles at the nurse apologetically, and pulls me to the side.
please. Let’s not make a big deal out of this. You already vetted Doctor
Greene, her staff, and this nurse. There are only three people from her staff
in her office right now. I’m sure I can manage to scream if something untoward
happens. Just fifteen minutes, Christian. Besides, I don’t want someone with me
when I’m peeing in a cup, not Melissa, or you, or the nurse,” she says giving
me her most disagreeable look.
minutes, you go and give the urine sample, then I stay with you when you get
your blood pressure and other vitals checked.” She sighs then lifts her hands
up in surrender.
may come and get Mr. Grey within five minutes. I’d like my husband to be with
me when you get my vitals please,” she says with a sideways glance at me.
you wish, ma’am,” the nurse says and leads Anastasia behind the doors. I stand
and keep time. Five minutes on the dot, I walk up to the reception. The receptionist
jumps to her feet and opens the door for me walking me back where Anastasia is
getting her pulse and blood pressure checked.
you been experiencing dizzy spells Mrs. Grey?” she asks.
Why?” she asks.
blood pressure is a little lower than we would prefer it to be. It’s 95/50.
Have you been dehydrated? Do you have bleeding? Have you eaten today? Do you
have allergies?” the nurse asks in rapid fire. I grow concerned.
had breakfast. I don’t have any allergies that I know of, and no I did not
experience any bleeding. Although," she says pausing, 'knowing that I am going to drink several cups
of water for the ultrasound, I admit I didn’t drink much this morning,” she
says chagrined giving me a worried sideways glace again. I don’t want to scold her in
front of the nurse. I cross my arms and frown my disapproval instead.
then. I will give you orange or apple juice; whichever you prefer. The sugar in
it should help to get your blood pressure to a normal level. Before I take you
in for the ultrasound, I’ll measure your blood pressure once more just to make
sure, Mrs. Grey.”
the nurse completes her stats, she hands me five bottles of orange juice for
Anastasia to drink. We are taken into a lounge with plush furnishings. I make
sure Anastasia drinks every single bottle she's given. She looks at me guiltily.
sorry,” she murmurs.
are you sorry for Anastasia?”
not drinking anything and worrying you.” I’m tight lipped, but I nod my
acceptance. Fifteen minutes to the dot, the nurse walks back in with her blood
try this again, Mrs. Grey,” she says smiling. After taking her blood pressure,
she quickly scribbles something onto Anastasia’s chart.
the matter? Isn’t it back to normal?” I ask.
“It’s 100/55. Slightly better, but we prefer to see it at 110/60. I’ll let Dr. Greene
take a look at it. Now, would you follow me please?” she asks. I hold
Anastasia’s hand and walk behind the nurse.
We walk into a dimly lit ultrasound room. The nurse hands Anastasia a pristinely clean gown to be tied in the back and a paper sheet to later cover
take your dress as well as your undergarments off, Mrs. Grey. The opening goes
to back. You may use the restroom here for privacy,” she says pointing to a
want all my underthings off?” Anastasia asks frowning.
ma’am. Dr. Greene likes to do an exam before the ultrasound. But, don’t empty
your bladder. We need it full,” she says smiling. “Doctor will be in with you shortly,” she says smiling before she leaves the room.
go get dressed,” Anastasia says.
help,” I say, but she stops me: “no, I’ll do it.”
I chide her.
I know how to dress myself,” she says irritated. “I’ll let you tie the back
once I put the gown on,” she adds taking the sting off. Why is she nervous?
few minutes later Anastasia emerges from the restroom with her clothes slinging
over her arm.
ready for you to tie the back Mr. Grey,” she says smiling.
pleasure, Mrs. Grey,” I respond and tie the two spots where there are strips of
fabric to tie. The knock comes from the door and Dr. Greene walks in.
Mrs. and Mr. Grey,” she says greeting us. “How have you been feeling Mrs. Grey?
Any more nausea?” she asks.
turns out; Anastasia’s low blood pressure is something that may occur during
pregnancy. She just has to eat and drink at regular intervals. During the doctor's examination... which I have to admit, I don’t like another person’s hands on my
wife’s breasts, squeezing and moving about -- I have to restrain myself, reminding myself that it’s only for medical purposes, and for my wife’s well-being.
Dr. Dr. Greene takes a measuring tape and measures the distance from the base of Anastasia’s breastbone
to the top of her belly and then she measures the distance from the sides as well.
Finally, she lowers the paper sheet to the top of her pubic bone and pulls the
gown to Anastasia’s breasts. Pouring an ample amount of warmed gel onto her
belly, she brings out a probe and moves it about Anastasia’s belly. Within a
short time, we start hearing the now familiar whooshing sound of our baby’s heartbeat.
little one has a healthy, strong heartbeat,” Dr. Greene says pleased. She moves
the probe over various locations of Anastasia’s belly. She occasionally stops
the image and takes measurements.
she says pleased and presses another button. The color on the screen turns sepia,
and to both of our amazed gasps, the small face of a baby with closed eyes
emerges. The baby’s mouth is making swallowing motions and one hand is covering
his or her face.
Imaging,” Dr. Greene responds smiling. “Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey, meet your baby. I’ll
move the probe at just the right angle so you can see the baby’s entire body,” she
says and moves the probe about Anastasia’s belly.
blip’s kicking, Christian!” Anastasia says pointing to the monitor.
regular soccer player. I’m sure Ray will be happy,” I respond holding Anastasia’s
hand, giving her a tight squeeze.
Greene moves the probe towards Anastasia’s pubic bone. The image that emerges
puts a big grin on my face. Dr. Greene freezes it on the screen.
want five copies of that picture!” I say to Dr. Greene automatically.
copies?” Dr. Greene asks.
for?” Anastasia follows frowning.
you can’t give the obscenely large pictures of the baby's testicles!” Anastasia
gasps. “They look so big compared to his little behind.”
son!” I say grinning ear to ear.
Greene shakes his head.
you did have a preference?” Anastasia whispers.
I didn’t. It’s just that seeing our child in 3D that got me excited, and it’s a
boy,” I reply. I’m just pleasantly surprised that my son resembles me in a
significant way. But, I’m not about to say that when Dr. Greene is around.
about a nice profile?” Anastasia asks.
fine. But, I still want a picture of his gender,” I say. I can make the copies
on my own. Both Dr. Greene and Ana look at me with raised eyebrows, then look
at each other, and then sigh collectively. Dr. Greene presses a button and
prints the image.
you making a video of the ultrasound, Dr. Greene?” I ask.
Mr. Grey. I will provide you with a CD.”
Thank you,” I respond with an impassive face.
me ask you something, Christian,” Anastasia turns to me on the drive back.
Blip was a she, would you still want to proof of her gender to our near and
course not,” I respond quickly.
you would of your son.” Her arms are crossed and her eyebrows are raised.
when men go into the locker room to shower, they don’t hide their dicks from
one another. Well, unless they have a little one. It’s different with men,” I
whisper. “But, if he was a she, the rules of the game changes. That doesn’t
need proof.” I add.
a male requires proof? I’m sure our family would believe us if we just said ‘listen
up everyone. We’re having a boy!’ “
still want the proof, Ana!” I respond petulantly. She rolls her eyes. Then pats
not like I didn’t notice the resemblance,” she whispers into my ear. “I don’t
think I want to share that visual with other females in the family and our friends. Unless they’re
idiots, they’ll draw the same conclusion, and I don’t want anyone’s mind wandering
onto visualizing what is mine,” she says possessively.
lift her chin up to look up at me.
love you, Mrs. Grey!” I murmur and kiss her chastely.
“My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very
simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for
Christmas to do that?”
Bing Crosby - White Christmas
Crosby’s ‘White Christmas’ is playing in the background. The Christmas lights
are twinkling in red, blue, green and white on our Christmas tree that’s fully
trimmed. A fire is roaring in the fireplace. Our big house smells of freshly baked
pies, cinnamon, nutmeg and fresh muffins. Mrs. Taylor has been baking since
yesterday. I’m itching to give my wife her Christmas present. Anastasia looks
like a Greek goddess with her pregnancy dress and her hair braided atop her head.
want to give you my Christmas present, Ana,” I say nervously. She looks excited
like a child. Her eyes brighten, and she looks at me with expectation. Yes,
expectation! I extend her my first gift box. She rips it open excitedly and
finds a delicately framed letter in French with its English translation next to
“A few days ago
I thought I loved you; but since I last saw you I feel I love you a thousand
times more. All the time I have known you, I adore you more each day; that just
shows how wrong was La Bruyére’s maxim that love comes all at once. Everything
in nature has its own life and different stages of growth. I beg you, let me
see some of your faults: be less beautiful, less graceful, less kind, less
My one and only Josephine, apart from you there is no joy; away
from you the world is a desert where I am alone and cannot open my heart. You
have taken more than my soul; you are the one thought of my life. When I am
tired of the worry of work, when I fear the outcome, when men annoy me, when I
am ready to curse being alive, I put my hand on my heart; your portrait hangs
there, I look at it, and love brings me perfect happiness…Oh, my adorable wife!
I don’t know what fate has in store for me, but if it keeps me apart from you
any longer, it will be unbearable! My courage is not enough for that.
Come and join me; before we die let us at least be able to say:
“We had so many happy days!”
Signed: Napoleon Bonaparte
this the original?” Anastasia asks with wide eyes. “This is a French national treasure
a profound love letter from a man to his wife. The man being Napoleon does not
make it any more profound. It’s the content of the letter is what matters to
me. I want you to remember that as intense as Napoleon’s love was for his wife,
it could never match what I feel for you just a single day of my life. I love
you Mrs. Grey. I will always love you. It will only grow. You’re my entire
universe,” I murmur. I don't tell her
whether it’s the original letter or not.
next present I give her is an invitation to the Writer’s Symposium in New York
may take your assistant, but I’m coming with you,” I say, daring her to contradict
me. Still enamored with Napoleon’s letter she replies, “Yes, yes, you are!”
this is my present for you,” she says once she gathers her wits about giving me an envelope and a box. I open
the envelope first.
know how important it is to make decisions. My gift to you is to give you the
final say on our son’s name.”
I look up at her incredulous.
you sure?” I ask.
that you will choose a list of name that doesn’t contain a name I dislike. But,
other than that, yes,” she replies.
grin. She is gifting me ‘control of a decision’. Only Anastasia would know the
importance of the meaning for me. She is relinquishing her choice of decision
making and gifting it to me. Naming our child!
you baby! But I would like you to be a part of this decision making. I don’t
want you to hate our child’s name.”
make a list of names, and I’ll cross out the ones I can live without. Then from
the remaining, you make a decision. Would that be fair?” she asks.
from the bottom?” I ask smiling. “Yes, I can live with that.”
open the next box. It’s small and contains a key and an invitation card written
with a woman’s flowing script.
“Carte Blanche. Subject to hard limits. Anyway you like, sir.”
grab her and simply possess her with my kiss.
what time are they coming?” Anastasia asks excitedly.
should be here soon. Maybe in the next half hour.”
first Christmas in our home with our family!” Anastasia’s eyes gleam brightly.
with me, baby,” I say pulling her to me when the song ‘Baby it’s cold outside,”
start playing. She bites her lip.
Baby It's Cold Outside - Dean Martin
on Anastasia, it’s Christmas, you look mouthwatering, and I’m ecstatic when I
have you in my arms…”
you put it that way, how can I resist. Take me away, Fred…”
pleasure, Ginger,” I smile, and start dancing around the Great Room with my
wife. I lower my hand to the small of her back and we continue dancing when the
song switches to “Let it Snow” sung by Michael Buble.
Let it Snow - Michael Buble
interrupted with loud “Merry Christmas!” cheers of my parents, my grandparents, my sister and
Ethan, my brother and Katherine and the Kavanagh parents. A cheerful greeting
erupts in the house.
what a joyous scene! Theo, you should dance with me like my grandson is doing with his wife!”
even though my bones are old, I don’t mind taking your around for a spin. I
have that much youth left in me,” I hear my grandfather. We stop dancing and
turn around to find a happy crowd made up of my family.
My! Gosh! Ana, Christian! Your house is gorgeous!” my sister gushes. Katherine
Kavanagh whistles wordlessly.
Your house is something. My man did a great job building it and kudos for your
design choices! It’s spectacular!” Kate says with only happy vibes for her best
she hands her wrapped gifts to me.
take them!” says Elliot rolling his eyes, carrying their packages by the Christmas tree.
is that? Man! For a minute I thought I was at the Rockefeller Center! That tree
but the best for my wife,” I grin.
dear,” my mom greets Ana. “You look so beautiful! Glowing!” she gushes. When we greet everyone, we seat them on our L shaped
a beautiful picture of you, Ana!” says Mrs. Kavanagh noting Anastasia’s black
and white photo over the fireplace.
is indeed,” I say, my gaze growing cold, I pull Anastasia to my side.
I offer you all something to drink? Mia, could you come and help me?” asks
Anastasia moving out under from my arm.
would you give me a hand, honey?” she asks, extending her hand to me. Honey?
course, baby. What would you all like to drink?”
is serving? That I gotta see,” says Elliot. “I’ll have a beer!”
please,” Kate adds.
wine,” adds Mrs. Kavanagh.
give you a hand,” my mom adds.
we walk into the kitchen, Mrs. Taylor is still toiling there.
I thought you had the rest of the day off,” I say surprised.
help Mrs. Grey serve the food, and then feed the boys upstairs in our
apartment. They’ll take turns eating anyway. This makes it easier for me. I
enjoy doing this Mr. Grey.”
you Gail!” Anastasia responds appreciatively.
table is ready Mrs. Grey. I have already steamed the crab legs for you. I’m
keeping them warm. Everything is set on the table. You should be able to have
your guests there in a few minutes. We’re on schedule, ma’am,” she says with a
thank you so much Gail! You’re a lifesaver!” Ana hugs her unexpectedly.
my pleasure, ma’am… Ana,” replies Gail, making Anastasia smile.
we have everyone at the kitchen please?” Gail announces. “We set-up buffet
style dining. Dining room is adjacent to the kitchen. Seating has been
pre-determined. You will find your names on the seats. Enjoy your meal. Merry
Christmas!” and she lets Anastasia lead our guests to the kitchen.
there anything else I can do for you Mr. Grey?” Gail asks.
done enough already. Thank you Mrs. Jon… Mrs. Taylor. Go spend the rest of your
Christmas with Jason.”
you sir. Merry Christmas!” she replies with her ever present professional
start our own traditions starting this year. The big Christmas tree up the day
after Thanksgiving, king crab legs, scallops, lobster and the trimmings for
Christmas and lots of dancing with my wife.”
smile is a forced one. “Good choice.”
tablescape is simple spectacular.
is cheerful and chatty. Filling their plates with the food Mrs. Taylor
prepared. When everyone is seated around the table, I click my crystal goblet
with my fork.
I have everyone’s attention please?” I say rising from my seat.
gorgeous wife Anastasia and I are very pleased for having your company on
Christmas Day in our new home. Thank you for honoring us with your presence.”
hear!” sounds around the table.
am immensely thankful for having my beautiful wife in my life,” I say smiling
lovingly at my wife who reaches out and holds my hand. I swallow, and clear my
throat. “Thankful for the fates that brought us together, thankful for our
little one on the way,” I say not revealing the sex of our baby. “And we are
very pleased to have our family and our dear friends with us today. May this be
the beginning of many wonderful memories! Welcome to our home! Merry Christmas!
We hope you enjoy your food,” I say as I sit.
seafood is a hit, so are Mrs. Taylor’s pies. I watch Anastasia’s intake of food
and drink. It pleases me to see her eat.
we’re very impressed with your construction company’s ability in building
Christian and Ana’s house. It’s marvelous,” Mr. Kavanagh praises my brother.
might require of your services in renovating our home, making it more green
like you did here,” he qualifies.
parents look at each of their children with pride.
dear… You look amazing. I can't believe I am going to be a great-grandmother!” my grandmother
chimes happily, relocating her hand over my wife’s baby bump.
heaven’s sake, Mrs. Trevelyan! Would you remove your hand away from Ana? Let
the girl eat in peace…” my grandfather retorts.
doesn’t mind!” my grandmother replies.
just being polite. I’m sorry Ana,” he says leaning to see Ana. “Your
grandmother is overly excited for the prospect, but I’m sure you’d like to eat
your meal in peace.”
you thought of a name?” Mia chimes in. If I didn’t know any differently, I
would have said that she has my grandmother’s genes. She behaves just like her.
No mental filter whatsoever.
have not, Mia,” I reply coolly.
ever not?” she probes further.
haven’t got a clear idea yet, and it’s still 20 weeks away. We’ll let you know
as soon as we make a decision,” I say, and Anastasia squeezes my hand under the
table cautioning me for patience.
my father moves the conversation to football, Anastasia gives me a relieved smile.
food was excellent!” is the remark around the fireplace. We hand each family
member two gifts.
you open the small package,” Ana starts, “you’ll find that it’s identical with
each of your present. We thought you might like to have it,” she says somewhat
nervously. The gift is the same for my parents, my grandparents, Mia, Elliot and
collective happy gushing comes from each of them when they find the 3D image of
our son sucking his thumb in his mother’s womb.
is amazing! Theo! Look! It’s my great-grandchild!”
great-grandchild!” my grandfather corrects her.
is incredible, so lifelike!”
Ana! I’m so happy for you!” Kate hugs her. “Your baby is beautiful!”
you want to do the honors for the next present, daddy?” Ana whispers.
a boy!” I grin as I make our announcement.
Grey dynasty…” murmurs someone, but I ignore it. It sure will be.
exchange of gifts is a very happy occasion and everyone seems to be very pleased with what we chose for them.
hours of the evening, our guests slowly depart from our home. This has been the best
Christmas of my life. Somehow everything seems to find its place as if the
puzzle’s pieces knew where they belonged. I take my sleepy but content wife up
to our bedroom through the winding staircase in my arms.
Christmas, baby,” I whisper as she closes her eyes.