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Fifty Shades Pregnant: The Missing Scenes	By : FiftyShadesPregnant Category: A through F > Fifty Shades Trilogy Views: 39114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Good morning, baby.” I felt my husband’s lips on my forehead, and squinted over at the clock. 6 a.m.?!
I groaned loudly, squeezing my eyes closed and hoping to fall back asleep. I had been up with Phoebe for feedings way too many times last night.
“Do you know what day it is?” my husband continued. Jeez, someone was excited to get up.
“A good day to sleep past 6?” I whispered, refusing to open my eyes in the hopes that I might get a few more minutes of rest.
“There’s my funny girl.” Christian ran his hand down my back, kissing my cheek.
I opened my eyes, exasperated by my husband’s persistence in getting me up.
“What day is it, Christian?” I asked.
He kissed my lips and replied, “It’s Phoebe’s six-week birthday.” A big goofy grin had spread across his face.
Shit. My deprived man was trying to reenact the very… eventful… morning of Teddy’s six-week-birthday. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Christian. I did. There were times I really, really did. It was just that this morning, when I was barely awake and I had been up 5 times last night to feed his daughter, was not one of those times.
“Baby, I love you, and I’m happy we’re at the six week mark, but I’m just not quite up to it this morning, okay?”
Christian looked like I had just slapped him in the face. “Um, okay.” He grumbled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
“Christian! I’m sorry, sweetie. I’m just exhausted, please! I want to enjoy it…” I felt so bad for hurting his feelings and denying his needs. But I had needs, too! I needed sleep!
Our days went about as usual from there. Christian must have grabbed breakfast and left early for work. He might as well have since he was up early… I managed to get Teddy some breakfast and feed Phoebe. I played with Ted while Phoebe rested happily in her bouncy seat, took a walk with them by the water in their double stroller, even managed to squeeze in a nap for the three of us in the afternoon.
Christian called once during the day, a bit icy, but at least he was speaking to me.
            “Hi Christian.”
            “Hi, baby. How are the kids?”
            “They’re good. We went for a walk, and Teddy and I played for a bit. Phoebe ate well and took both her naps.”
            “How are you?”
            “I’m good. I miss you. I’m sorry about this morning.”
            “It’s okay. I’m sorry for how I acted. I shouldn’t have expected anything. Take all the time you need.”
            “Thanks. I was just exhausted. I can’t wait until you come home. I want to be in your arms.”
            “Me, too. See you later.”
            “Bye, baby. Love you.”
Gail had dinner prepared for me to heat up when Christian got home.
“Thank you so much, Gail. I don’t know what I’d do without you. No one told me two kids was a lot harder than one!”
“Just let me know how I can help, Ana. You’re doing a great job with them.”
“Thanks, Gail.” I smiled at her. She had become like a big sister or second mother to me somewhere along the way, helping me raise my children.
Christian came home later to me with a crying baby in my arms.
“Perfect timing, Mr. Grey.” I pecked his lips. “I’m going to go change Phoebe if you’ll stay with Ted.”
“Got it, Mrs. Grey. Hey, Teddy bear!” I heard him call as I went to the changing table.
“Hi, Phoebe Rose,” I cooed to my daughter as I unsnapped her onesie. “Hi, sweet girl. Your daddy’s home. Yup, your favorite guy. I think he likes you better than me, today,” I whispered.
I came back to the living room, and Christian immediately popped up with outstretched arms.
“There’s my girl!” He nestled the baby into the crook of his elbow, kissing her cheek and cooing to her. Was it strange that I found Christian even more sexy than usual when he was holding my daughter? Maybe it was a question for Dr. Flynn…
I slinked off to the kitchen to get dinner ready. Looked like he did have a favorite girl in the house today, and it wasn’t me.
I felt a tug on my hair as Christian tilted my head back to pull me in for a kiss. “And there’s my other beautiful girl.” Oh, Christian! He hadn’t forgotten me after all.
I kissed him back. He tasted like my sweet fifty. Yum. I kissed my daughter’s head. “I think Phoebe Rose is in absolute bliss in Daddy’s arms.”
“I know I am in complete bliss with her in mine,” Christian sighed.
We managed to eat dinner in a fair amount of peace. Teddy was in his high chair, Phoebe was in her swing, and Christian and I were pretty silent, savoring our food and our quiet time. After dinner, he took Teddy into the den for some father/son bonding time, and I got the kitchen cleaned up.
Phoebe started whimpering in her swing, her sweet little lips smacking together to tell me she was hungry.
“I’m coming, baby girl.” I managed to find the nursing pillow from wherever I had last fed her and carried her into the den.
I settled down onto the couch, lifting my shirt and helping Phoebe to latch on. I caught my husband’s eye as he looked up from where he and Teddy were playing on the carpet. I couldn’t help but smile at him. I knew how much he was dying to get his lips on me, and I was growing more eager to be with him by the minute.
Christian strode over to the piano, beginning a soft lullaby, filling the room with the gentle melody. My daughter completely relaxed in my arms, closing her eyes as she softly suckled.
I watched my husband in complete awe. His hands flowed over the keys with ease. No thought. No hesitation. His body moved with the music. Natural. I watched his back muscles tense and relax as he swayed. How could he be using so much strength and yet no strength at all? He was my mystery, my mercurial fifty shades.
My daughter released me, and I sat her up to burp her. I carried her over to her father, who gently leaned over to kiss her but never stopped playing. I carried her up to her nursery, placing her in her soft pink crib.
“Goodnight, my Phoebe Rose.” One baby down, one to go.
Down the stairs again I went to gather up my little boy. Christian moved to get up and help put him to bed.
“No, keep playing, baby,” I insisted. Every note he played ignited my libido, and I didn’t want him to stop now. “Come, little boy, Mommy’s going to put you to bed.” I lifted him up quickly so he could kiss his dad goodnight, but he was really too heavy for me to carry after my surgery.
We walked hand-in-hand up the steps, and I got him in pajamas and rocked him to sleep after reading a book. I loved that at the end of the day, with a new baby in the house, he was still my baby boy. I kissed his sweet copper locks and laid him in his bed. “Goodnight, my Teddy bear.”
I made my way back down the steps, delighted that my husband was still playing. I watched his long fingers move over every key, and I knew I wanted those fingers on me tonight.
I slinked over to my man, pressing my hands to his muscular shoulders that moved as he played, giving them a squeeze.
“Ana,” he breathed.
“Keep playing,” I told him.
I moved my hands to the nape of his neck, sliding them up into his hair, scratching his scalp with my nails. He leaned his head back onto me, closing his eyes and giving a soft moan.
I returned my hands to his shoulders, rubbing out all of his stress. I pressed my lips to every inch of skin on his exposed neck, nibbling at his earlobe.
“Christ, Ana.”
“Keep playing, Mr. Grey.”
I stroked my fingertips down his back, tracing circles around his spine. I reached my hands around to begin unbuttoning his shirt, pressing my breasts into him as I did so.
He relinquished one arm to me as I slid off his sleeve, returning it quickly to the piano so I could slip off the other side, too. He continued to play with his top half exposed, and I had to stifle a moan of my own as I took in every muscle of his back tensing as he moved along the keys.
I trailed kisses from the tip of his left shoulder across his back to the tip of his right shoulder, stopping in between to suck at the base of his neck. I slid my tongue from his hairline down his spine, feeling him shiver beneath my touch, but he never stopped playing. My fingers squeezed either side of his back, following the pattern of my tongue.
When I had reached the bottom of his spine, I was kneeling at the bench, my lips just above the top of his pants. I slid my tongue just inside, moving my fingers around to his front. I managed to unbutton him, carefully watching what I was doing as I unzipped him. He stood up just a little as he played, allowing me to slide his pants down to his ankles. He sat back down in his boxers, and I remained kneeling behind the bench, my arms wrapped around his waist.
I began as close to his knees as my arms would reach, squeezing and stroking and massaging my way up his thighs. When I reached the bottom of his boxers, I moved my way inwards, until I felt his cock rub against my hand. There was my boy.
I thumbed his length gently, pressing into his head. I felt him grow in my hand, felt him throb and wince and move at my touch. I reached into the pocket of his boxers and pulled my man out. God, I had missed him. Up and down I pumped his length, feeling his muscle respond to my touch. I loved the effect I could have on him.
I removed my hands and stood, giving my knees a break from kneeling and lifting my shirt over my head. I removed my bra, knowing my husband would ache to feel my dripping breasts.
Christian almost stopped playing, about to turn around to look for me.
“Don’t stop playing, Mr. Grey,” I commanded.
I knelt back down, pressing my breasts into my husband, letting milk slide down his spine and into the back of his pants.
“Ana!” he growled.
“Let’s see how well you really play, Mr. Grey.” I was very eager to see how long he would last on the piano.
Once again I wrapped my arms around and found his erection right where I left it. My left hand cradled his balls in his boxers, and my right hand pumped him eagerly, swirling around, feeling him jerk under my grip.
“Ana! Baby!” His music was louder, quicker, staccato as he built. He moved from 20 note verses to five note chains to one or two notes as his hands gripped the keys, looking for relief.
“Christ, baby, yes!” The music stopped completely as Christian gripped the piano bench, and his warm white cum spread down my hands. I stood up, licking off each finger gracefully, finally getting to see my man’s hooded gray eyes taking me in.
“Come here, beautiful,” he panted. I carefully straddled him, wanting him but not wanting to hurt myself. Christian kissed my lips, pressing my back against the piano keys.
“Shh! The kids!” I giggled.
His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, but I knew what his real destination was. My breasts were heavy and achy as they waited for his mouth. He circled his tongue around my widespread nipples. He held his hands on my hips and delved into me. I watched my husband suckle me, and it was painful and pleasurable and kinky and erotic as hell. I threw my head back in bliss, my hands in his hair, asking for more. He looked up at me, milk on his lips, with big gray eyes. God almighty. Beneath my pants I could already feel him growing hard again.
Christian lifted me up, still straddled around him, and carried me over to the guest bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. He removed his boxers and my pants before picking up right where he left off, suckling at my other breast.
“Christian! Oh, Christian!”
He came up to kiss me, and I tasted my own breast milk on his lips. Oh!
He trailed back down between my breasts, kissing his way down my belly, nuzzling the place his daughter had lived the last nine months.
“I love you. I love you, baby. You’re beautiful.” Funny how after having Teddy, I would never have believed his words, but this time, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he meant it.
I spread my legs apart gently. I knew how wet I was. I could feel it. I could smell it. I ached for my husband’s lips, and those fingers that had danced their way around the piano so well. He removed my panties, then trailed my wetness with his tongue before burying his head in my center.
“Ah! Baby!”
He sucked at my clit, and my belly trembled in response. I felt like I was going to black out from the stimulation. My legs shook uncontrollably. My stomach clenched. He slipped two fingers in me gently, sliding them in and out, swirling them around to hit my sweet spot.
“I’m ready baby. I’m ready for you, please!” I had missed my husband. I wanted him to make me full. I wanted to squeeze him inside me, to cum around his length.
He lifted his body, bringing his lips to mine, and I tasted my own salty wetness. I lifted my knees, preparing to take him. His cock dangled over me, and I couldn’t wait another second to have him inside.
He lowered his hips, and I raised mine to meet him. We met, and like puzzle pieces, we were together again, a perfect fit. I shifted to accommodate him, and slowly he buried himself inside me, until I finally felt his balls meet me. I pressed them against my skin.
“Ana! Ana, baby! I love you, baby. Unh, baby!” Christian moved slowly, gently, letting us build. I was already so close from his lips on me. It wouldn’t take much.
My husband nuzzled his nose under my ear, sucking at my neck. I writhed underneath him, stretching my neck, arching my back.
“Ah! Christian! Christian!”
“You can let go whenever you’re ready, beautiful. Let go, baby girl.”
My belly tightened, and my eyes rolled back into my head as my orgasm took me under. I convulsed, biting my lip hard, pressing my middle up to meet my husband.
“Ah, good girl! Oh, Ana!” My walls closed in on Christian, pumping out his cum, making him fill me with everything he had left.
He collapsed alongside of me, not pulling out, hitching my leg over his hip so that we were face to face on the bed. His hand tucked behind my ear, holding my head. His forehead and nose pressed up against mine.
“Happy six weeks, Mr. Grey,” I whispered coyly.
“Oh, I missed you, Mrs. Grey. I love you so much.” He ran his hand from my hair down my back, squeezing my behind. He let himself slip out as I unhitched my leg.
I nestled up into the crook of his arm. I guessed we were sleeping down here tonight, seeing as I didn’t think either one of us had legs strong enough to carry us up the stairs at the moment.
“Goodnight, father of my children.” I kissed his lips.
“Goodnight, gorgeous mother of our beautiful babies.” He returned the kiss, and I soon felt the rise and fall of his chest press against my own.
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