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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I was done. Absolutely done. Smaller contractions had started about a week ago. The kind that were strong enough to leave me completely uncomfortable but not strong enough to substantiate being admitted to the hospital for Teddy’s arrival. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days, maybe weeks, and with all of my tossing and turning, I doubted my husband had either.
It pained me- moreso than my discomfort and contractions- to see Christian’s dark gray eyes looking so helpless. I knew not only how much it hurt him to see me in pain, but also how maddeningly frustrating it was to my normally completely-in-control husband to not be able to help in any way.
My standard outfit of the week was, without a doubt, sweatpants. There was no more maternity-chic Ana to be found. Christian had also insisted on us sleeping downstairs in the guest bedroom, and I couldn’t even object to that, thinking about the treacherous climb up the flight of stairs I’d have to do to be in our bedroom.
The only thing keeping me going were my thoughts of Teddy. He was kicking away, having a ball. I was so excited to meet him. His nursery had been waiting for him for a long time, and now our kitchen was stocked with bottles and formula; our den was scattered with a baby swing, toys, blankets. I couldn’t wait to hold my baby boy.
As nervous as Christian was, both for me and for impending fatherhood, I could tell that he was getting excited, too. Each night we would lie together on the bed, and he would kiss and caress my stomach, talking to Teddy. He would bring his iPod in and play music for the baby, and we’d even begun reading a few children’s books from the nursery to him. It was incredible to see the gentle side of Christian, talking softly and so lovingly to this baby who wasn’t even here yet. Of course, I’d always known he had that side to him, but now it was really showing up in full force.
Christian came downstairs in jeans and a button down shirt. He looked amazing, as always, even in his casual wear. I, on the other hand, remained completely disheveled in my sweats.
“Ready to go, babe?” Christian leaned down to take my hands and help me off the couch.
I leaned my weight on him as he pulled me up.
“I can’t believe I’m going to go out looking like this,” I winced and put a hand on my aching back.
“I think you look fine, baby, but whatever makes you happy. Do you want me to pick up food instead? We could eat here,” Christian suggested.
“No, no. I want to get out of this house. Besides, walking around, fresh air, change of scenery- it will all be good for me- and hopefully even start labor.”
“And don’t forget spicy food,” Christian added. “I really think tonight’s the night the spicy food is going to take action!”
Christian was really trying to be positive and get my mood up, but we’d been eating spicy foods the entire week, and nothing was happening.
I put on my best ‘let’s-do-this!’ smile, and Christian helped me waddle to the car.
Dinner was a great distraction from my discomfort. It was always nice to spend a night out with my husband. It felt wonderful to get out of the house and feel like a normal person again, despite the atrocious outfit. As we headed back home in the car, I secretly prayed for contractions to start, for my water to break, for us to spin around and head to the hospital. Soon though, Christian was punching in the gate code, and we were rounding the driveway up to our house. Back again.
When we got inside, I headed straight to the guest bedroom. I was exhausted from our outing and my lack of sleep, and hoped for some relief and rest tonight.
“Babe, could you grab me a nightgown from upstairs?” I rarely asked Christian for favors, but these days I couldn’t help but rely on him.
“Of course, love.” Christian bounded up the stairs and was back with my pajamas and a picture book before I knew it.
Christian helped me pull my shirt off and wiggle out of my sweatpants. His touch was so gentle and caring, and his eyes still looked at my completely-changed body with love and even desire. He unhooked my bra and my breasts spilled out of them, huge, heavy, and leaky. He kissed each one tenderly before sliding my nightgown over my head. I breathed a sigh of relief; it always felt wonderful to free my body at the end of the day from the restraints around my big belly and heavy breasts.
“Come, love, let’s have story time,” Christian guided me to the bed after undressing down to his boxers.
He propped up some pillows so I could lie down more comfortably. Then he climbed into his usual spot: propped up on his side, hand on my stomach, lips pressed to it.
“Teddy,” he called softly. “Teddy, Daddy’s here.”
I had one hand running through Christian’s copper hair and the other on my belly. We both felt Teddy moving inside of me, and Christian beamed up at me. I loved that man’s smile.
“All right, Ted, it’s story time. Remember, story time will be even more fun when you get here, so come out soon, okay? We want to meet you, baby boy,” Christian kissed my bump softly.
Christian moved up the bed to cuddle me close to him while he read. It felt divine to be nestled in his arms.
When the story ended, Christian tossed aside the book and nuzzled his nose in my hair. He looked down at me, a bit of hope in his eyes.
“So, any sign of the spicy food kicking in?” he asked, trying to mask his eagerness.
I nodded my head sadly. No change.
“Well, maybe you’ll get a good night’s rest and tomorrow will be the big day.” My husband was trying so hard to be encouraging.
“Maybe,” I sighed.
Christian leaned down and molded his lips to mine. I responded a bit more eagerly than expected, pulling him closer, deeper, kissing him urgently. We hadn’t made love in a week, which was surely a record for us.
“Ana.” Christian just looked at me, unsure what I was going for.
“Well, you know, one of my books said sex can induce labor…” I rambled on somewhat sheepishly.
“Oh.” Christian replied. He looked very unsure of this. “Is it really safe at this point?”
“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t do anything to put Teddy in danger. I miss you. I miss feeling sexy. I miss feeling close to you.” I hadn’t realized until our kiss how much I wanted this.
“Oh, Ana. I miss being inside you, baby girl. You know that. But you have never stopped being sexy.” Christian kissed my neck and had one hand cradling my head.
“I’m going to be gentle, Ana. You need to tell me if anything hurts or if it’s too much, okay?”
“Okay. But not too gentle. You have a job to do, Mr. Grey!” With that I slid my hand down to his boxers, slipping into the pocket to pull him out and begin pumping my hand up and down.
Christian moaned into my neck and lifted my nightgown over my head. He nibbled a trail from behind my ear down between my breasts. He licked each nipple with the utmost care, tasting the droplets of liquid that had begun to leak out. He ran a thumb around each, but I winced from his touch, and he proceeded downwards instead.
I continued pumping my hand up and down, and now I could feel Christian’s entire length pulsing in my hand. I cradled his balls, traced a finger around his head, ran a thumb over the droplet of wetness. Christian was moaning into my mouth as he kissed me.
Christian removed my hand and rolled on top of me. He picked up where he left off, trailing kisses up and over my belly. Finally he reached me down there, and outlined my wetness with his finger. I couldn’t help but fidget at his touch. He eyed me carefully, and I knew he was looking for some direction.
“Kiss me, baby. Down there,” I was panting, waiting for his touch. His fingers on me felt intense, but I knew his soft lips would be just right.
Christian gently licked up my warm center, and pressed his lips around my clit.
“Christian!” I yelled out, my legs falling to Jell-O under his touch.
He sucked gently, driving me wild. He knew I was ready for him.
My husband came up to kiss me, and I felt his erection press against my belly.
“You are so beautiful, Ana.”
I felt a tear prick at my eye. Damn pregnancy hormones. My husband found me beautiful, nine months pregnant. It was heaven.
Thankfully, Christian recognized that my tears weren’t too much to worry about, and kissed away the salty droplet as it rolled down my cheek.
“I’m ready, baby.” I told him. I wasn’t sure myself if I meant to have him inside of me or to bring Teddy into the world and become a parent with him. It didn’t really matter.
Christian put his lips on mine and guided himself into my opening. Slowly he pushed in. All of the sensations were a lot to handle, but I grasped his backside, encouraging him to enter me further. Finally, painstakingly slowly, he filled me completely and began to move. My huge belly was a bit in the way, but in and out he went, creating that amazing friction between us.
“Oh, Ana,” he moaned and tilted his head back as he thrust again. “Ana!”
“Mmm, Christian,” I responded. “Thrust into me again, baby. I love to feel you.”
My husband drove into me again at my words.
“Ah!” I cried.
I lifted my hips as best I could to meet him and send him deeper. He grinded into me, moving back and forth.
As he supported his weight over me, I moved my hands down to encircle my own clit. I loved feeling his thrusts against my hands. I knew I was getting close.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I groaned and pressed against myself as he moved inside me.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” Christian had a smile on his face.
He thrust again, and I moved my finger around against my clit. I felt my legs shaking, felt my orgasm building deep in my core. As my release washed over me I dug my hands into Christian’s back and kissed him passionately.
He felt me clench and contract around him, and I heard his breathing shallow in my mouth as he jerked his cum inside me. We both cried out.
Christian pulled out and rolled to the side, careful not to squash my stomach.
His hands roamed up and down my neck, my back, my side, my belly.
“Oh, Ana, baby. That was incredible.”
“Really?” How could this slow, gentle, missionary, vanilla sex compare to our playroom adventures?
“Oh, really, baby. Uh.” My husband was at a loss for words, and I knew he’d be asleep soon. “Get comfy, baby, so we can both get some sleep,” Christian was still panting a bit.
I turned onto my side and felt Christian’s arms around me, spooning me. I nestled up into him, pressing my back close into his chest. His nose nuzzled behind my ear as he kissed my neck, and his hands had found their place cradling my stomach.
“I love you, baby.”
“Love you more,” I replied.
“That really isn’t possible,” Christian sighed. “We love you, Teddy.” Christian rubbed my stomach and I heard the rise and fall of his chest begin.
Two hours later I awoke, startled. My stomach was tight and clenching, and there was wetness beneath me. I felt completely disoriented, slowly beginning to realize that it was the middle of the night, that I was in the downstairs guest bedroom, and that this wetness meant…
“Christian! Christian, wake up!” I jostled my sleeping husband.
“Ana?” Christian was blinking open one eye.
“Baby, it’s time. My water broke. We have to go!” I started to sit up.
“It’s time?” My husband was still half in dreamland.
“Christian.” I took my husband’s face in my hands. “Teddy’s coming.”
We were off.

Well, you guys know what happens next! I won’t be rewriting EL James’ scenes about labor and delivery, but the good news is that I’m planning to continue this story a little while later with baby Teddy and the Phoebe pregnancy!
Citation: *Some dialogue taken from Fifty Shades Trilogy by EL James; I do not own anything related to Fifty Shades- this is fanfiction only.
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