50 shades more

"Anastasia?" His voice is soft and supple and caresses my name.

I peer over the stack of pillows sitting next to me to see wide, wary, grey eyes blazing at me. I do not dare look again for I will get lost in those eyes forever. I ignore him. What he did was unforgivable and I will not be speaking to him, he deserves the silent treatment and should stew in his own worries.

"Ana, please talk to me baby?" He whispers as he props himself up on his elbows enabling him to look directly at me. I turn over attempting to hide a hint of a smile. I love it when he calls me baby. I stop my self in my tracks, I'm supposed to be angry with him right now but it's just so hard...

"Ana, look at me. I know you don't agree with what I did but he needs to be disciplined. Do you seriously want a brat running around the house?" As he tells me this he grabs my arm, pulling me with it so now I am facing him. I know I won't be able to deny this beautiful man but I tried as long as I could.

"No." I breathe. I smile weakly at him in surrender to the argument. He knows this and instantly throws the pillows on to the floor so now we are skin to skin, face to face and eye to eye. Just how I like it. I inhale his heavenly scent and all the tense and worried muscles relax in relief. I close my eyes and tenderly he kisses each of my eyelids with his stunning plump lips.

"It won't happen again, don't worry. I just could not let him get away with doing something so… naughty! Baby, you know how much I love him; I would never hurt a hair on his beautiful head. I barely even touched him." Christian says this all too quickly, giving me a valid excuse and apology before I change my mind. "Anyway, you've had worse." He raises his eyebrow to me and his lips quirk into a slight smile as he tilts his head to the side.

Yesterday Christian spanked our child. My Ted. I agree, Ted was being extremely naughty and unfriendly to Kate's and Elliot's new arrival but surely he didn't deserve to be spanked? I do understand now that Ted may have been over reacting. He is only three after all. "Okay, Okay." I sigh in complete defeat and grin back up to him. "Maybe you need some discipline Mr Grey?" I question cheekily. I know this would have struck a chord in Christian even if his exterior seems cool and collected. I peek up through my long lashes at him to see him gazing down at me, cold and hard.

"Mrs Grey if you weren't so heavily pregnant right now I would have you over the knee, maybe I will just have to make do with this." Before I know it he is looking directly down on my as he kneels in between my legs and he's tickling me ferociously. I love playful Christian. Who am I kidding I love every type of Christian. All his fifty shades. "Stop, stop." I breathe through unstopped laughter.

"Oh no Mrs Grey." He smirks as he continues with the assault. I giggle and try to kick him off me. I feel little Phoebe inside me moving about obviously enjoying the tickling from daddy too. The movement has woken her up. "Christ-" I can barely speak, my breathing is ragged and now my chest is starting to hurt from the constant giggling and lack of oxygen.

"There. That should do it." Finally he stops and looks deep into my eyes analysing my reaction. As I calm I kick him off me. "Ow, what's that for?" He eyes me suspiciously but is still grinning from ear to ear.

"One, for spanking my son, two for tickling me half to death and three, for not letting me work!" I screech. Now I'm not in the mood. I don't know if it's my hormones but I can not wait to get away from him. I start to get out of bed, slowly while protectively holding my pregnant belly.

"You're seriously not going to bring that up again now are you Anastasia? WE decided it was for the best. Look at you Ana." I look down at my swollen stomach while I barely being able to pull my self up and out of bed. "Work is not the place for you right now. At least at home you can be with Ted and you can rest!" Now he is holding my hands assisting me as I stand up. I nod. No matter how much I want to work it really isn't such a good idea, not when I may be having little Phoebe any day now.

"Christian, I'm not made to be a housewife. I love Ted unbelievably and unconditionally but I need a life too. I need to work. I know not right now but you shouldn't expect me to give up my career after our daughter has arrived." I look down at my belly, my swollen belly which will soon be my daughter. Christian grabs my hand and pulls me into him. He kisses my forehead.

"Ana, I know you could not ever give up Grey's Publishing but for now I like you barefoot in the kitchen and pregnant." He teases. I cannot help but smile back at the playful and content eyes that are now looking into mine. Christian places his hand on my abdomen and strokes it lovingly. "Now let's get you some breakfast." He winks at me as he picks me up and runs down the lavish stairs and towards the grand kitchen.