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Fifty Shades Pregnant: The Missing Scenes	By : FiftyShadesPregnant Category: A through F > Fifty Shades Trilogy Views: 39112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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We pulled up to the new house on a warm spring day. I could already see the water glistening just beyond, and my meadow – our meadow – greeted us as Christian pulled into the driveway, along with construction workers by the dozen.
I spotted Elliot working on the roof, and he signaled to us that he’d be down in a minute. Soon he was headed toward us, greeting us warmly. How was it that I could feel more a part of the family with Christian’s brother than with Christian himself? Oh, my Fifty… so happy to have me back and well, but still so distant, not breaching the subject of the oh-so-tiny elephant in the room- Little Blip. I could barely stop myself from instinctively grazing my fingers over my just-there bump at the thought, maybe reminding myself that it was still there seeing as my husband wished it were not.
“I’m going to give Anastasia the grand tour,” Christian nodded to his brother.
With that, he took my hand and led me around the expansive house that I could barely believe was ours. The only part of it I had truly felt at home in was our meadow, but maybe it was time to begin envisioning a life inside this home, and outside of Christian’s playroom in the sky.
We stopped by the kitchen first- it would have all the modern luxuries any cook could dream of- followed by the living room. It was a bit formal for me, and certainly was not a place I could picture Little Blip playing on the floor. I began to wonder if Christian had considered the baby at all in his construction plans. He led me upstairs to a big, beautiful master bed and bath, and then down the hall to another room. I saw the teeniest hint of a smile glimmer at the corner of my husband’s lips just then, and I wondered what I was about to walk into. Had he decided to include a playroom for us after all?
With one hand on the small of my back and the other tightening around the door handle, Christian led me into this mystery room. I gasped as I saw that it was not a playroom at all, but a nursery- the sweetest, softest, most wonderful nursery I could have imagined for our Little Blip. I slowly tried to take in every detail- the colors, the fabrics, the murals that all hinted at my meadow. This nursery was made with love, just like our baby. I felt Christian stir behind me, rustling something in his pocket.
He turned me effortlessly towards him, so that my hint of a bump grazed him right there, and his hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Ana, I can’t apologize to you enough for the way I acted when you told me you were… pregnant. You have to understand, I never expected it; I wasn’t ready for it. I’m sorry that it took almost losing you- and the baby- to realize what I wanted. I want to give you the response you deserved that very moment.”
“Oh, Christian, it’s okay, my love. I know that this is so hard for you- that it brings up so many memories of your own childhood. You didn’t have to do this, but I love the nursery so much, and…”
Christian pulled out a small jewelry box and opened it slowly. The most delicate, beautiful little addition to my charm bracelet rested on the soft fabric.
“A baby carriage! Oh, Christian! I love it!” I squealed. “How do you always know the perfect gift for me? You’ve given me so much, and I only wish that I could give you everything in return…”
“Ana! How could you say that you haven’t given me anything? Baby, you’ve given me the life I never even knew I wanted! Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a life of… happiness. Of coming home to a beautiful house with my wife, my child in her arms. Not in my wildest dreams, Anastasia. You’ve given me my world.”
I took a sharp breath in as Christian laid his hand on my stomach for the first time. How I’d dreamed of this moment when Christian could feel the swell of love for this baby that I had felt from the first moment I saw that little blip on the screen. His hand on me felt magical, sending a course of tingles up my spine. My wildest dreams, my most unimagined dreams, all coming true.
“I’m so happy that you feel this way, Christian, but I’m still sorry that this happened so soon, that I pushed you into fatherhood before you were ready. I know that we will figure this out together, but I still wish I hadn’t startled you with the news, that we could have had that time to travel the world and be… us.”
“Please, Ana, you have to understand- the only reason I was startled was because I had never thought I wanted to be a father. Now, I realize that it was only because I could never picture any of the others as the mother of my child. But you, Ana. You as the mother of our baby is something too incredible for me to even have dreamt of. I don’t deserve you, but our baby certainly does. The way you have brought me out of my isolation, darkness, and into… life… happiness. These were things I could never have imagined for myself, so I can only imagine how pleasantly you will surprise me each day raising our baby.”
Christian leaned down to fasten the delicate little carriage to my bracelet, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a deep kiss.
“You know, if Little Blip is anything like you, I have my work cut out for me,” I smiled.
“Little Blip?”
I reached into my pocket to retrieve the sonogram picture I’d been carrying around with me ever since that fateful afternoon.
“Oh, Little Blip,” Christian admired the photo with pride.
I took another stroll around the room, running my hand across the soft bedding, the wooden glider I’d soon nurse Blip in, the sweet helicopter mobile hanging over the crib. I stepped quietly out of my shoes, running a toe across the soft carpet, imagining a copper-haired little someone sitting smiling at me while playing.
“Lay down with me, baby,” I called to my sweet boy as I sprawled across the soft yellow carpet on my side.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Christian answered as he laid his long, lean self alongside me.
Propped up on one elbow each, we stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity, and yet I could have stayed staring into them forevermore.
“You.Are.Mine,” Christian recited as he laid his lips on mine. Then, slipping his hand beneath my shirt to rest it on my belly once more, he pressed his lips on my raised bump and added, “You.Are.Ours.”
My heart swelled three times its size. I didn’t know love like this was possible. How could I love this little person I had never even met? But I knew the answer- it was because this baby was ours. Half me, and half my sweet Fifty Shades.
Christian pulled my shirt off with ease, his hand quickly returning to my bump. I unbuttoned his shirt, then tickled his happy trail as I made my way to the zipper of his pants. He nuzzled my neck in response, with what felt like a giggle running up my ear. Could it have just been an hour ago that we were pulling up to the house, a cold Christian beside me and a teeny unspoken elephant hanging over us? Who was this new Christian, happier than I’d ever seen him before?
Christian swiftly undid my bra, tossing it aside, letting my swollen breasts spring free. He gently trickled his tongue around the outline of my nipples, from one to the other.
“Soon you’re not going to be the only one wanting those,” I giggled.
“Mine.” Christian tugged playfully at a nipple.
I wriggled in sensory-overload at his nibbling.
“Mrs. Grey, so ready as always.” Christian slipped a finger in my panties, feeling my wetness.
I gripped him, hard and wanting, with a trickle of wet at his tip, in return. I brought my finger up to taste him, biting my bottom lip as my hand returned to his pulsing cock.
With that, Christian was on top of me, gazing down at me with dark but loving eyes, conscious not to crush my little bump between us.
“Thank you for making me a daddy, Ana.”
Oh, could I love this man more?
“Thank you for making me a mommy, baby.”
And with that, Christian was inside me, making very un-parental thoughts and feelings course through me. This feeling of having both my husband and my baby inside me felt wonderfully wrong and so, so right. It was a fullness of heart and body that I had never imagined, and yet, it seemed everything with my mercurial Mr. Grey was one delightful unexpected surprise after another.

**Sections of this chapter paraphrased from Ch 25, Fifty Shades Freed by EL James
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