6 am Saturday morning...

3rd Person POV:

Christian and Ana had made their way back over to the bed sometime during the night and were currently sound asleep snuggled around each other.

Christian starts to stir at the sound of Ana's phone ringing...

****Brrrringgg Brrrinnnggg Brrrinnnnggg****

The answering machine kicked on picking up the call,

"Hi, this is Anastasia Steele, sorry I missed your call if you'll please leave your name and number I'll be sure to get back to you, thanks!"

Ana's pre-recorded voice wakes Christian up even more, and he's stunned to see he's slept through the night...

He turns to Ana but sees she's still asleep and looking adorable as fuck he can't help but notice, he's about to dive under the covers and wake her up with his tongue when he recognizes another voice:

"Hey big sis, time to wake up!" Andrea yells through the machine sounding annoyed. "You'll never guess who stopped by my hospital room last night... Grace Grey! And guess what she wants to know? Who her son is dating because apparently Mia helped pick out a travel mug for some girl... correct me if I'm wrong but weren't you missing your travel mug the other day. If you have done what I think you've done you are in bi-"

"Beeeeep." The machine cuts her off.

Fuck! This wasn't good, in fact, this was very very bad. Christian was furious he reaches out to his sister for one small thing and suddenly his assistant/Ana's sister knows plus his mother, and if Mia confided in her she most likely did with Elliot too which means all of Seattle will be in the loop by Monday!

He's about to go nuclear when the sleeping beauty next to him stirs and interrupts his line of thoughts.

"Hmm, what time is it?" She asks sleepily.

Christian checks his phone, "6 am,"

"Why are you up, come back to bed," he's about to fill her in on the voice message when she reaches for him causing the comforter to fall away from her shoulders exposing her flawless creamy skin...

Christian reasons he can kill Mia later and gets back in bed.

Later that day...

Ana is soaking in the tub,

"uhh, I think you broke my vagina." She complains never having been this sore.

Christian smirks but moves behind her to start massaging her shoulders.

He's always done his duty with aftercare but this doesn't feel like an obligation, taking care of Ana is quickly becoming his favorite activity after the obvious. He closes his eyes losing himself in the sensation of kneading her damp skin, he imagines a not too distant future where he gets to take care of her all the time.

If he had it his way he would carry her around everywhere not letting her dainty feet ever touch the ground.

Christian POV:

As I lay with Ana in her bathtub, that's not nearly big enough to fit us both comfortably... but I refuse to let there be any distance between us right now. We're both so spent and languid... completely vulnerable and the thought of not being pressed against her fills my body with dread.

It's been such a short amount of time and yet like an addict first experiencing heroin I know there is no going back, my body wouldn't withstand the withdrawals.

It's insane to realize I am actually contemplating having a real relationship with a woman, of picturing our future together.

I'm brought back to the moment when Ana brings up the fact that Mia, Andrea, and Grace know about us... or know something.

"What are we going to do?" She asks.

I move the hair from her neck and press light kisses, tightening my hold on her.

"What do you want to do?" I ask her

"Well, I did sign that NDA so the question is really what do you want to do?"

"Honestly? I want to take you back to Escala, get us in a tub 3x the size of this one and never leave."

She tilts her head back and gives me the sweetest peck on the lips,

"Eventually I'm going to see my sister and even if I don't say anything she'll still know by looking at me, I'm not a skilled liar... my eyes communicate way too much."

I smirk, she's right, I remember telling her how easy to read she was when we were trapped in the elevator. It's not a bad thing tho, it adds to this genuine quality she has that is rare nowadays.

"I'm not ready to tell my family who you are yet, but if you want to talk to Andrea that's okay... I don't want to put stress on your relationship with her forcing you both to ignore something you both already know."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome Anastasia."

"I'm starting to prune, I think its time to get out." I shake my head no, and hold her tighter, I slosh all the water around flipping our positions causing her to shriek a little and giggle, god, it's the best sound I've ever heard.

"Christian! We can not stay in here forever." She says smiling

"Says who?"

"You're ridiculous," She tells me

"I don't care," I lean down and drown us both in a passionate kiss, for a few moments at least before I relent and carry us both out of the bathroom.

On the way out I catch my reflection in the mirror and I am shocked to find myself smiling.

I think for the first time in my life... I am happy.