The Final Conferring: Marriage

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it, but shit man... you are fucking nervous!" Elliot crudely assess. "Please, little bro start running your hands through your hair as you usually do. Pull a little..no a lot! I would love for you to lose your hair before I do!"

"Elliot, I need you to step out of character for one minute and act like an adult. I have something to say to you. I should have said it a long time ago." I enter CEO mode as I know is the only way I am going to be able to express myself appropriately. Elliots usual playful mood vanishes, and I wait until he is in the right mind frame.

"You have been an amazing brother. You have been the one thing that I needed and couldn't acquire. A loyal friend. But you didn't stop then, you also became my best friend. You had faith in me when everyone was ready to write me off. My decision to invest money into the development of Grey Construction wasn't solely based on the fact that you are my brother but because you are talented and skilled in your craft. You are already setting yourself up as a leader in the Ecological friendly construction as you deserve. Thank you, Elliot, for agreeing to stand next to me today as my best man. I love you bro" Elliot swallows and closes his eyes. Before I know it, brings me into a tight, though still manly embrace.

"Christian... wow... no problem... thank you. I love you too man!"

"Could you imagine our mother's reaction if she had just witnessed that?"

"Mom would be in tears. Then begging us to repeat the scene so she could record it!"

"I know.. she would have made dad… hang on…..Elliot stop!…. Shit. Wha has happened above your forehead?"

"What are you talking about? What is there?"

"There is a spot. You have lost some hair …I am serious. Look in the mirror!" Elliot starts to feel his forehead and then races into the bathroom. Panic starts to rise. Steadily I follow him and wait.

"I am only thirty four.. surely my hairline hasn't receded that much that there is a bald spot … right?" Anguish hits him, only to disappear when he sees himself in the mirror and determines that his long blonde locks are still intact.

"Good one Christian!" Elliots looks at me unimpressed. "Nice move with all the serious brotherly love talk only to swindle me!" My brother then replicates his teenage morning routine, where he would do his hair under the belief that it would make himself look desirable. Elliot was once trying to get as many girls as possible. These days he only aims to have and keep the one woman that tolerates and loves him. Katerine Kavanagh Grey. She even married him after only being together for less than six months. I don't say anything but smirk, and resume getting dressed. I meant every word I just said to my brother.

"You're still shitting yourself!" Elliot comments.

"I am excited and eager finally have Ana, legally." It was four years ago at my parents 'Coping Together' charity ball Ana told me that she would marry me one day. A month ago at this year's ball, while on the dance floor, Ana finally told me the words I have been waiting so long to hear.

"Christian?...Yes"

"Huh?"

"I am ready."

"You're ready to marry me?"

"Yep.. as long as you are still willing."

"Anastasia Rose Steele, will you marry me?"

"Yes"

To say that I was ecstatic was an understatement! I wrapped my arms around her and spun her excited, kissing her passionately. I didn't care who was watching. For the first time in my life, I couldn't give a flying fuck if someone took a photo and sold it off to the highest bidder. In fact, I hoped they would. This way the entire world will learn that Anastasia Rose Steele finally agreed to be mine and only mine. I wanted to get married that moment and considered getting on my private jet that minute. My feisty soon to be bride had made me wait long enough. I quickly dismissed this idea. Ana deserved to be in the limelight and I would never have heard the end of it from my family. I quick engagement was a fair compromise.

Anastasia has challenged to me face so many personal demons. Mainly in finally accepting of my family's unconditional love for me, that I can be loved and I can reciprocate. Even accept that no matter how much I fuck up, I deserve to be forgiven. Ana supported me through all these. It is unrealistic to assume that I am cured or ever will be completely, but I am a lot further than I would have ever thought possible.

We have lived together for the past four years, at Escala. It's been the most perfect home for us. It is close to Grey Publishing and Grey Enterprises. Ana has spent the past four years establishing herself in publishing and has worked hard to understand the business side of the company. I handed over control of Grey Publishing to her last year when Roache decided to retire. Since we're to be married today, we are going to move out of our penthouse and into our home on the coast. I purchased a property that has a run down home on it. The owners had lived in Europe for over ten years and I don't think anyone even been inside since they left America. I organised it to be demolished and then rather deviously quizzed Ana for some time on what her ideal home would feature. I had been working with Elliots team for some time on it. The plans were better than even I could image. I was going to give them to Ana on her upcoming birthday, then having her tell us what she wanted to be changed. When she agreed to marry me, I felt that it was more appropriate to the plans to her that night. It ended up being my engagement present to Ana. After she got over the shock of learning how far I was in planning our new home, she critically went over the plans and has made changes along with our architect. Our new home had to be exactly how Ana wanted. The only thins I wanted was a study and inbuilt gym. Okay, that isn't all I wanted. There was also the double shower and a few fun extras.

Construction has begun, but it's going to take some time. I have paid extra for Elliot to hire more men to work on the property. We should be in for our first wedding anniversary. I intend to throw whatever resources are required to make certain of this! I want to conceive our first child in our home, the one that we have built together. I hate to think that we will have to delay our family plans. Having Ana barefoot, pregnant and in my kitchen is an extremely erotic image.

I have every faith that our home will be ready and Elliot has a big motivation. In fact here comes his motivation the second we exit my old bedroom, which was next to Elliots.

"Daddy...! I got a pwetty dwess!" Ava runs up to Elliot and proudly displays her crisp white flower girls dress. At the age of two, she has every single member of our family wrapped around her little fingers, even me. My brother is eager to have at least another child, but our wives have come up with the idea of being pregnant together. Elliot did suggest that they could have a baby now and get pregnant for the third time, a few months later in time for Ana to get pregnant, but Kate shot that notion down.

"That you do! I like your hair too" Elliot starts to fuss over her.

"So Ava are you going to tell your Uncle Christian, how Aunty Ana looks?"

"No"

"No? Well is her dress as pretty as yours."

"No questions" she blurts out. There is a fair share of Kavanagh in this little girl.

"Why not?" I ask playfully looking a little sad.

"Aunty Ana and Mommy said no talking to Uncle Christian about the wedding."

"Did they now?" Ava nods seriously. "Oh well… good girl for listening to your mommy and Aunt Ana, but what if I next time I take you out, I buy you a new doll." I know it's pretty low to manipulate my niece but my nerves are getting to me. Besides I spoil Ava all the time, another doll won't arouse anyone's attention. Besides, Elliot isn't stopping me.

"I want a snow white doll."

"Okay. I promise a new beautiful snow white doll just for you."

"You promise?"

"Yes, Ava. I will make sure that a snow white doll is delivered to your house on Monday. Now is Aunty Ana ready to marry your Uncle Christian? How does she look?"

"No questions!" I cock my head. Hang on that isn't part of the deal.

"Ava.. there you are! Your mommy is looking for you." I look up to find my mother approaching us. "Aww.. look at you two. My boys. You both look dashing…" My mother's eyes start to water.

"Grandma… Uncle Christian is buying me a snow white doll."

"Christian you spoil her too much!" My mother mildly scolds. She can talk. The reason Ava wants a snow white doll is because my mother has bought every other Disney doll that exists.

"Yes. I am buying you that doll, but first how does Aunty Ana look? Is she getting scared or is she excited to marry me?"

"Christian… seriously! Using a little two-year-old like that! Your very own niece" My mother reprimands me. "Ava, do no answer your uncle.!"

"I want my snow white doll." My mother has replicated the same well-rehearsed look that she gave myself and my siblings growing up when we committed one of our many misdemeanours. I look down at Ava, and it's her sad little face that impacts me more.

"Yes, Ava.. as I said I will have a snow white doll delivered to you on Monday."

"Is it going to be a big doll?"

"Yes, that biggest doll that we can find."

"Ava.. time to get you back to your mom and Aunty Ana, so you can walk down the aisle. Christian now that you have stopped attempting to manipulate your sweet little niece here, get into position at the top of the aisle. Elliot, I hope I can trust you to ensure your brother gets there and you won't steers him astray."

"Yes, Mother" We both reply in unison. My mother takes Ava's hand and starts to walk her back down the corridor. Ava turns her head and smiles conspiratory. The little manipulator! There was no way she was ever going to answer any of my questions. She is damn lucky I love her so much. I send an email to Andrea, instructing her have contact the local Disney store to have Ava's doll delivered along with an official snow white costume. Can't have the doll without an exact replica dress now, can we.

"Okay, bro, time to get you hitched."

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I squeeze Ana's hand just before we say our final goodbyes to our guests and family. I haven't been able to take my eyes off her. Thank god she agreed not to take her wedding dress off. I want to be the one who does that. Her off the shoulder laced wedding dress is stunning, graceful, sexy and enticing… all four characteristics which are associated with my wife. I hug my parents goodbye. My mother has a few tears running down her face, but they are tears of happiness.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask softly before opening the car door.

"Yes." I help Ana into the car then quickly get in after her. I don't want to be far from her. The next two weeks, at least, are all only about us. My hand quickly finds her left hand and I kiss each of her knuckles first, then pay special attention to her ring finger. I had the biggest fucking diamond that Cartier could source for her engagement ring. I wanted to make it plain and clear that Anastasia Steele was mine and soon to be Anastasia Grey. Her wedding ring is a band of diamonds on a platinum band, another message that she was now mine to the approximately fifty percent of the world's population. That being those with an X and Y chromosome.

"So when do I get to find out where we are going on our honeymoon? The only thing I can work is that we are leaving the country since I had to sign passport papers." If only I could have kept this from Ana, but even I couldn't get around immigration law.

"Yes we are going abroad... but I am afraid you are going to have to wait till we land to find out our destination." Ana gives me her 'I don't think so' look, which still makes my palm twitch and my dick stand to attention.

"To be honest, I am more sceptical over the fact that you packed my suitcase for me. How do I know that you didn't just pack underwear for me... in an attempt to keep me in bed, in whichever hotel, in which ever country we are going to."

"Or maybe I didn't even pack those," I reply seriously. "Taylor can confirm that your suitcase was awfully light."

"What?...Taylor?"

"Yes, Mrs Grey." I smile at the use of Grey in Anas name. I have instructed my staff to do so immediately.

"Can you comment on the weight of my suitcase?" Taylor hesitates at first until I instruct him to answer honestly.

"It was rather light" Ana is shocked at Taylor's verification.

"Christian! I can't believe you! One of the most highly respected CEO's in America..." Ana is a mixture of shock and playfulness.

"Do not worry Anastasia. Both our suitcases are rather light since I had Andrea make appointments at some fashion houses for new clothes and intend to take you shopping. Don't argue with me over this, you're finally my wife and I want to indulge you. Besides, I need some new suits and our destination is the perfect location to acquire everything we need." Anastasia expressions changes; however, there is nothing unusual about that from my feisty bride. Except something off.

"Anastasia, tell me what is on your mind."

"I was just thinking that spending the next couple of weeks in bed with you in our own little bubble... would have been time well spent." My little Aphrodite!

"Yes, I agree. Trust me when I say that there will be a lot of time for that, plus I want the world to see you with me. Confirmation that fact that we are both finally married."

"The world has seen as together before, hundred of times in different countries !" I smile at the fact. Ana has been reluctant to take extra time off work just because she is in a relationship with me, except her four-week annual leave. Regardless, I have ensured that she sees the world. I have also wielded my power to ensure that she gets the opportunity to attend literary conferences. All of which happen to be held in foreign countries and in cities across America that coincide with meetings that I need to attend.

"Yes, but it is different now."

We arrive at the SEA-TAC and are sped through the VIP customs and immigration and taken to our private jet. I bend down and pick Anastasia up, taking her by surprise.

"Christian! Put me down."

"No.. I want to carry you over the threshold."

"Since when has a plane door constituted a threshold?" Ana gives me her sassiest look. She needs to stop doing this, or I am going to have to take her on the steps. I won't be able to take my dick out of pants at this rate.

"If you look up the definition of the word 'threshold' would note that it refers a piece of wood, metal, or stone that forms the bottom of a door and that you walk over as you enter a room or building. My jet... correction... our jet is made out of metals and it has a door that we will walk through. We just got married and therefore, I am carrying you over it!"

"You have become even more brazen lately... you know that? Have you been reading the dictionary?"

"I had to.. how else would I keep up with you and your word knowledge!" I smile at Ana, and she playfully smacks me. "Do that again Anastasia and you will make today, even more, wonderful."

"Don't tease me."

"Trust me. I am not" I slowly put Ana down, but am quick to wrap my arms around her, keeping her close to me. I commence kissing Ana, passionately and bite her lip. My erection is threatening burst out of pants and pokes into Ana's pelvic region. "I bet you are ready for me aren't you?"

"Yes," Ana's voice is husky and longing. My girl is always ready for me. The onboard phone rings and reluctantly I answer it though I put it on the loud speaker. I don't want my hands on anything but my new wife.

"Grey" I reply brusquely, knowing full wall it's our pilot, Stephan. He, like many of my staff, are accustomed to my abruptness.

"Mr and Mrs Grey welcome aboard. Congratulations on your nuptials. We are scheduled to take off in five minutes."

"Thank you, we will take our seats then" I disconnect the call, and sigh.

"I guess we are going to have to hold off on satisfying our urges right now."

Natalia, our stewardess, hands us both a glass of Rose Bollinger. Our champagne of choice. We clink glasses and moments later we commence taking off.

"Christian, we are in the air now. Tell me where we are going."

"Excuse Mrs Grey, but I do believe that I promised to tell you only when we arrived."

"Okay then let's negotiate. You tell me where we are going on our honeymoon and I will tell you a secret. It's a fair trade" I can help but grin arrogantly. I have security on Ana around the clock. CPO's which are on my isn't anything that I don't know.

"Sounds mysterious, though how would I be sure that your secret is of a similar value to our destination?" I play this like I would any deal. Making the other team show their cards before I do.

"You will just have to trust me, and I am pretty sure you will find that my secret is of even more value." I narrow my eyes, reading her expression.

"As you are well aware, I am a man of means. I may already know what you wish to let me know" I challenge.

"No chance. So will you finally just tell me where we are going!"

"No chance" I reply mimicking her words, "You first."

"Oh no... then I would run the risk of you not divulging our destination." Ana accuses me. Damn she knows me too well.

"Then we are in a stalemate. I am fine with that."

"Alright, I will find out where we are going to a certain number of hours, but there is no guarantee that you will learn what I have to tell you by then. I could make you wait some time. I doubt you are that patient." I raise my eyebrows at Ana. She always has a way of turning the tables on me, but I can do the same. I wait till we are in the air and we are given the all clear to get up. I take Anas glass from her and place it next to mine on the table. Our playful banter has meant that neither of us has drunk much. Wasting no time, I take her hands and lead her into the private cabin.

Slowly I remove Ana's wedding dress, revealing her pale pink corset. I want her so bad, but right now, I have a plan to put into action. I throw off my clothes in record time and place Ana on the bed.

"Oh Christian." Ana moans as my tongue teases with her nipples and I run my hands through her sex. I insert one finger and then two. My wife is so ready. I stop suddenly making her wince.

"Christian! What the fuck" Ana hisses

"Tell me your secret!"

"What? Are you seriously holding out on me because of that? You're the one who said you were fine with being in a stalemate!"

"Yes, well I lied. You said that you're not a patient man. Tell me! I worry if not."

"Okay.. tell me first where we are going on our honeymoon."

"Okay.. fine" I was considering taking Ana to London and Paris, but we travelled there several times. So instead, I opted for something different. "I have hired a ship for us so we can travel across Mediterranean sea. We can start on the southern coast of Portugal, Spain, France, Italy, then go up to Croatia then back down to Albania, Greece. We can stop into any country along our route, for however long we wish." Who cares if we are gone longer than two weeks. I am the CEO of my own multi-billion dollar company and have enough extremely well-paid executives on hand that can take care of anything for an extra week or two. I have already informed Grey Publishing that Ana might be gone longer than previously informed.

"Christian, that's amazing. It's so... thoughtful. Thank you. It is the perfect honeymoon."

"I am glad you approve. Now. My. Hot. And. Insanely. Beautiful. Wife. It. is. Time. for. You. To. Talk." I utter in between each kiss.

"Am I really that attractive?"I am shocked by her question. When the hell did Anastasia, start to question how beautiful she is? I have told her over and over that she is the most gorgeous person in the world. I understand and am delighted that she doesn't notice how other men look at her. This means she isn't looking at them. But to question how I feel... that's preposterous.

"Yes.. you are the most attractive, beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met. I am a fucking lucky bastard to have you! I am yours and you are mine!"

"Will you still think I am so attractive in eight months time?" I cock my head at Ana's absurd question.

"Of course... but why eight months?" Ana takes my hand and places it on her stomach.

"Ana?" I mutter softly. "A baby?"

"Yes."

"Wow.. a baby... our baby" I lovingly run my hand over her stomach. I can't wait to feel you move little one. I have only known about you for less than a minute but you already own me, along with your mother.

"Yes. Our baby... are you happy? I know we discussed waiting until we were in our home, but .." I place my finger on Ana's lip silencing her.

"Today is the most incredible day. All my dreams have come true. You became my wife and now I learn that you are carrying our child. I can't wait to tell everyone! Just promise me one thing."

"Sure. What is it?"

"Promise me that this child isn't our last. I want to have lots of children. You have so much love in your Anastasia and you have shown me that I am capable of so much love. Thank you."

"I want more children too. I don't want our child to be an only child like I was. I was thinking three children."

"I was hoping for five" Ana's eyes become wide at my suggestion. "Though I am happy to negotiate to four."

"Okay, four... but let's worry about that later. Right now Mr Grey. I need you to take me."

"We aim to please Mrs Grey."

The End.

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it. The question now is, since all my other stories are completed... what do I write now?