His lips closed around me and sucked hard.

"Ah!" I groan, inhaling sharply then wincing as pain radiates through my bruised ribs.

"Ana!" Christian exclaims and glares down at me, concern etched on his face. ''This is what I'm talking about!'' He shouts, ''Your lack of self preservation. I don't want to hurt you.''

''No...Don't stop,'' I whimper. He stares at me. ''Please.''

He sighed, "Ana," and climbed off of me, sitting on his knees and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not now. Not yet. Wait, until you are better." I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off, "No, Anastasia. Now button your blouse."

I look at him for a second, looking for any sign of giving in. Seeing none I look down and do as I was told. We stand, he adjusts his shirt and then my blouse and skirt. I try to wipe clean the feeling of rejection. I know he's just trying not to hurt me, but the tingle at the apex of my thighs is reminding me that I still haven't gotten what I desperetly need.

By the time we packed our picnic basket and were out of the meadow, in the open eyes of the workers, Christian's erection had calmed to a flaccid state. We check in with Elliot one more time, and head back to the car.

I feel like I'm fighting tears during the long car ride home. Still the feeling of being turned down is lingering. I also feel a little silly. I know he loves me. Don't I? At the moment I'm blaming the almost tears on baby hormones. We are married, of corse he loves me.

I glance at him from the corner of my eyes. His hair has the "just fucked" look, he had tried to tame it but to no avail. The slight stubble on his chin was sexy as hell. But I have to keep my mind away from the gutter. The rest of his body is well made, he did a lovely job of straightening out his shirt.

I look back to the knotted fingers in my lap, my hair falling forward covering my face. I noticed my short skirt was crumpled and wrinkled. My hands made an attempt to smooth it out. Between the two of us, some one must have noticed something.

"Ana?" Christian's voice rang next to me, sending me out of my daze of thoughts. His hand tucks my hair behind my ear as I look up into his bold gray eyes. His head turning from me to the road constantly. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I lied.

"No it's not." He read my mind. His voice slightly louder.

"I should be able to make love to you with out having to worry about hurting you."He said his tone still climbing. Make love. There was a time wear Christian didn't know how to make love.

Now looking at the road so not to get in an accident. "If that son of a bitch Ja-" He stopped not being able to finish his name. His grip tightened on the steering wheal. "If the son of a bitch, hadn't been put on bail none of this would have happened. All of this is Lincoln's fault!" Now his voice is near screaming. Lincoln being Elena's ex-Husband paid for Hyde's bail. I put my hand on Christians shoulder.

"Christian," I spoke softly, my earlier worry of rejection forgotten, mostly. "I'm okay. I'm here, with you, right now. Every things perfectly fine." He looked at me again, then back on the road.

"When I thought I lost you, first that you were leaving me, then that maybe your were...dead," He took a breath. "My world was crushed. I never prayed so hard in my life. I couldn't handle the thought of losing you. Both of you." He said, his gaze flickering to my stomach then to my eyes and back to the road.

He was worried about Blip! I smiled at him opened my mouth about to say some reassuring words, something sweet that hopefully would get him to keep talking and put his mind at ease, but snapped my mouth shut when I felt my lunch coming back up.

Not now! I told Blip. But no blip wasn't having any of it.

"Pull over," I mumbled not wanting to open my mouth to wide. Christian looked at me confused. I felt my face go pale then green. He saw it to, because his eyes widened and he immediately pulled up to the curb.

I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to a ditch, hurling my guts out. My ribs hurt so bad. Christian was not far behind me, now holding my hair. I thought back to the first time he held my hair. Those poor flowers. So much has changed in so little time. I moved in with the man I loved, married him, and am now pregnant with his child.

A few dry heaves later I felt I had no more to give. Christian tried to help me stand strait, when that didn't work, he picked me up and carried me to the car bridal style, sitting me in the passenger seat. He tilted my chin up. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded numbly. The pain in my ribs was extraordinary, the heaving inflaming my inner organs. He wiped a tear I didn't know was there with his thumb. I took shallow breaths, fearing pain if I breathed to deeply. He nodded and got in the drivers side.

He reached behind him in the back seat and pulled out a bottle of water. "Drink." He ordered handing it to me. I happily obliged taking small sips. I looked at my reflection in the sun visor mirror. My face had lost all color it had.

When we got home my legs were still shaky, so Christian carried me to the apartment. "Gail would you make Ana something light to eat, please?" He asked on the way by the kitchen. She gave me a sympathetic glance and nodded.

"Yes Mr. Grey" Gail, Taylor, Grace, and Carrick, were the only ones who knew about my pregnancy. Well Gail and Taylor weren't told but I'm sure they have figured it out by now.

He put me in bed and I slipped off my skirt and blouse and put on one of Christian's shirts. I couldn't help but see him eyeing the bruises on my sides. He set a trash can next to the bed, but even if I needed to throw up, I had nothing left to give.

Christian was sitting next to me on the bed stroking my hair when Gail came in a short time later with a tray holding a bowl of chicken soup and a sleeve of salt crackers. "If the soup is to heavy, the crackers should settle your stomach."

"Thank you Mrs. Jones." I say, my voice sounding tired.

"Your welcome Mrs. Grey. Mr. Grey." She nods and scurried out of the room.

I didn't even eat half the soup, and only about a hand full of crackers, when I just couldn't bear to take another bite. I get up, earning a nasty glare from Christian, and went in to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I finish, and look in the mirror, I have gotten most of my color back - and still have bruises patching my face. Turning to my side in the full length mirror, I lift my shirt and run my hands over the not yet existent bump where Little Blip develops. In a few months I would be a big a balloon. Not looking forward to that.

"You need to eat Ana," says Christian as I walk out of the bathroom.

"I'm not hungry. I don't think I can take anymore, " I say weakly

"Eat Ana." He pushes the tray towards me. When I didn't move he smirked. "Anastasia, I swear if you don't eat I will tie you down and force feed you."

I laughed and ate half of what was left. 'Better than nothing,' he had said when I declared when I was done.