Hi, sorry for the long wait. I've taken sometime to re-read the story and decided that this was a good point to end the story. I'm not completely happy with how the second part of the story turned out, so I might go back sometime next year and write it again, but for now, this is the final chapter of The Journal / Back To You.

I want to thank all of you for who took the time to read this story; you have no idea how much this means to me :-)

I hope you'll all have a very merry Christmas and happy holidays...

Christian - 5 years later

"Good morning, Sir. Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes." Gail greets me cheerful and I raise one brow at her.

"Really, Aunt Gail? Sir?" I mutter and she laughs. We have become quite close ever since she finally revealed that she is my aunt. My mom struggled with it for a short while. At first, I didn't know why, but Anastasia pointed out to me that it could be possible she was worried Gail could take her place in my life. I thought it was ridiculous, but Anastasia was convinced and pushed me to spend more time with my mother and it turned out she was right, but after some long conversations my mom was really happy for me and Gail.

Gail still works for Anastasia and I. I've told he she doesn't have to work anymore, but Gail wasn't having it and told me if I would fire her, she would just show up the next day and continue her work without being paid for it. That of course was unacceptable to me and by now I am pretty sure that Gail Taylor is the best paid housekeeper in the US or maybe even the world. Still, she insists to call me Sir or Mr. Grey whenever she is working and I think that is just stupid.

"Well, I'm on duty, Christian. Right now you are my boss and I'm your employee, therefore I have to treat you with respect." She explains and I hold my hands up in defeat.

"Okay, okay, have it your way, Gail. I'll go and wake my girls up." Leaving the kitchen, I walk up the stairs and make my way to Joey's room. It's still early, but I find my daughter on the floor of her room playing with her dolls.

"Daddy! Play with me! Please!" She squeals the second she sees me and claps her hands excitedly. She definitively takes not after her mother, because unlike our very energetic five-year-old daughter, Ana is not a morning person.

"Later Princess, breakfast will be ready soon, after that we can play."

"Okay." She pouts and gets up to go to the bathroom. I make sure that she brushes her teeth and help her pick an outfit for the day. When she is ready, I send her downstairs to the kitchen and open the door to the nursery where I find my 18 months old daughter Siobhan sitting in her crib.

After what happened when Joey was born, I was sure that I didn't want to have a second child. Not at the risk of losing Anastasia. However shortly after Joey turned two I started to think about how amazing it would be for her to grow up with a little sister or brother. Therefore, I started to do a lot of research on risk that come with having a baby after what Anastasia went through and even talked to some of the leading obstetricians in the US. After I was satisfied with my research, I decided to talk to Anastasia about it. She really surprised me, because the second I mentioned that we could try for a second child she went into the master bathroom, took her pill and flushed them down the toilet before she turned around to face me and said. 'I'm in, come on Grey, let's work on baby number two!' To say that I was surprised would have been an understatement, but she explained that she had been thinking about it too and that her doctor gave her the okay to try. So we did and eleven months later our second daughter Siobhan Ella Grey was born without any complications at all.

"Good morning, Cookie." Yes, I have given my daughters nicknames. With Joey, it was princess right from the start. With Siobhan it took a while and I would call her all kinds of nicknames, but when she was eleven months old I was at home with her and I swear I only turned around for five seconds which was enough time for her to reach the plate with cookies on the coffee table and try to shove as much of them into her little mouth as possible. Since then she is Cookie.

"Hi." She grins up at me and with that our little morning routine starts.

"Hi." I answer.

"Hi." She repeats I let it go on for about a minute or two, just because she is damn cute when she smiles up at me and says hi. Besides, other than mama, dada, no, and mo, which means more, hi is all she can say right now.

I pick her up and after she is wearing a clean diaper and is dressed, I carry her downstairs to Gail.

"Gail, can you watch both of them for a moment. I want to check on Ana?"

"Sure, we'll be fine." She says so I strap Cookie into her high chair and walk up the stairs for the third time this morning. Christ, I love our home, but sometimes it's annoying to run up and down the stairs time and time again.

When I open the door, I am greeted by the sight of my sleeping wife. Beside her in the crib on her side of the bed is our three weeks old son Jacob. Jacob Raymond Grey was a true surprise.

Anastasia and I did agree on having one more child, but not so soon. However, when Siobhan was not even a year old Anastasia discovered that she was pregnant again. We were both happy and scared, because with her history getting pregnant again so soon was a risk. In the end, it all went well and now our family is complete.

"I know you are staring at me." Anastasia mumbles sleepily and I smile.

"One of my all time favorites, Mrs. Grey." I can't help the stupid grin on my face. Even now after four years of marriage, it still makes me giddy with joy that this beautiful woman is truly mine. My wife.

It was about six months after I've found out that Gail is my aunt that Ana and I decided to get married. We've married on Christmas Eve in Chicago and in a small and intimate ceremony with only our family to witness and celebrate with us. Apart from the births of my children, this was the most special day of my life.

"Would you mind if I stay in bed a little longer. Your son kept me up all night, Christian can you call Grace. I think my milk is just not enough for him. He seems to be hungry every second that he is awake. Maybe we need to top him off with some formula." She yawns and I sit down on the edge of the bed.

"I'll call her and you catch up on some sleep. I'll take Jake downstairs with me. Is there still some of your milk in the freezer?"

"Yes, two or three bags." She mumbles and two seconds later, she is asleep again. Even now, exhausted, with dark circles under her beautiful eyes, slightly greasy hair and dressed in one of my old t-shirts my wife is the most beautiful sight that I have ever seen. Leaning down I kiss the top of her head and turn the crib.

Careful not to wake him up, I pick my son up and inhale his unique baby scent. Man, I could keep Anastasia knocked up until menopause just so I could smell this scent every single day of my life.

I love the little guy, Anastasia and I decided not to find out the sex of our baby before he was born, so I was a sobbing mess when the doctor announced that it was a little boy. I mean, I love my girls to death, but deep down I wanted to have a son too. I guess that is a man thing, but now that we have two beautiful girls and a little boy, I truly feel that my family is complete.

Back in the kitchen, I gently place Jacob in his pumpkin seat and strap him in.

"Is Anastasia still asleep?" Gail asks as she places a cup of steaming coffee in front of while before she continues to help Siobhan with her breakfast, while Joey is munching away on her pancakes.

"Yes, Jacob is giving her a hard time. The little guy seems to be hungry every hour, so I'll call my mom after breakfast. Maybe we need to top him off with formula, but something has to change. It's exhausting for both of them."

"And you." Gail points out and I shrug.

"It's Anastasia who has all the work. She had to carry him inside of her for nine months, she had to give birth to him and she is the one who has to nurse him. It's the least I can do to get up with her whenever Jacob is awake and make sure that she can take a nap during the day."

"You are a very good husband and father, Christian." Gail says and I smile.

"I try my best." I answer just when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and roll my eyes. Only my brother would call me this early.

"Can you watch them for a moment?" I ask Gail and leave the kitchen when she nods.

"Good morning, Elliot." I answer. Over the last few years, we have become closer again. He still is the biggest pain in the ass I know and just thinking about how he tried to kidnap my wife to save her from me makes me want to punch him, but after many joint sessions with Dr. Flynn, I do understand his motives and we were able to move past all the tension between us.

"Hey bro, morning. I was wondering if you and momma bear are up for some visitors this evening."

"We are, but I am not sure my wife would appreciate it to be referred to as momma bear." I grumble and he laughs.

"Then don't tell her. I'm already in the doghouse with my own wife; I can't afford to be on Annie's bad side too."

"Her name is Anastasia."

"Anastasia, Annie, Sweetie Pie, Momma Bear or Ana... she has quite a few names, want to share some of the dirty names you call her."

"Hanging up now, bro." I growl and he laughs.

"Sorry, really, I'm just trying to rile you up. Has been a while since you've been fucked right?"

"Fuck you! Now do you have anything else to tell me or I can I go back to breakfast with my children?" Damn, he is irritating.

"Actually, I do. Like I've said, wifey is a little pissed. Well, really pissed, you need to help me out."

"First I need to know what you have done to piss her off."

"Right, so I kind of told her that she is fat... well not in so many words and it wasn't intentionally. I don't even think she is, but it kind of came out like that."

Oh fuck me, Elliot and his wife just had their first child, a little girl by the name of Ava, four months ago. True his wife has put on more weight than she should have and she hasn't quite bounced back to her pre-pregnancy weight, but by no means is she even remotely fat.

"What, exactly did you say?"

"That I saw Anastasia yesterday, when I dropped of the blue prints you asked me about and that she already looks really thin again, unlike her."

"Elliot do yourself a favor and buy yourself some kneepads, you are going to need them while you are on your knees begging for her forgiveness. Christ, you idiot. You never, never ever tell a woman that another woman looks better, is thinner, younger or anything that she isn't. Fuck, you are one stupid son of a bitch, Elliot."

"Well, thanks, that was not the advice I was looking for."

"Just tell her that she is beautiful and how much you want her. Apologize, repeatedly. Maybe take her out for dinner, but seriously, you don't tell a woman who recently had a child that another woman is losing the baby weight quicker."

"Worst part is, now she will go crazy about her weight and I like her with a little more meat on her bones."

"Can't help you with that one... got to go, Jacob is crying. See you tonight." I hang up and make my way into the kitchen. Where Siobhan has created a soggy mess of pancakes in front of her while Joey is blowing bubbles with a straw in her milk glass.

"Joey, we talked about this, no bubbles or I'll take the straw." I address her first and continue to wipe my younger daughter's hands and face with the conveniently placed wipes near the breakfast bar.

"His bottle is almost ready, Christian." Gail announces while she is rocking Jacob in arms.

"Wow, busy morning." I hear my sister's voice and turn around.

"Mia! Hi, when did you return?" Mia went back to France one year ago to work with a famous French Chef. He is so pleased with her work that she is going to be the chef in his newest restaurant in New York, which will open in about 8 months.

"I arrived late last night." She says and hugs me. "I missed you, Christian."

"I missed you, too." Kissing the top of her head, I realize her from my embrace and she takes her time saying hello to her nieces before she turns her attention to Jacob, whom she hasn't met so far.

"Wow, look at this little one. He looks so much like you already. Hah, this little one is going to give you a run for your money." She giggles and I smirk.

"Maybe, so tell me. Why didn't you tell us that you came back?"

"Welllllll..." Oh hell, I know that whatever she is going to tell me, I won't like it.

"Just say it."

"I've met someone. His name is Brandon, he works as business consultant and we met in a bar on my night off. We talked and just instantly had this connection and umm... we've dated for a while and he had to go back to the states. That was four months ago. We were both miserable, but kept talking over Skype and emailing back and forth. He flew to France to visit me three times, but it just wasn't enough and on his last visit, he told me... he wants to marry me. The thing is, Brandon wants to do this the right way, you know, he wants to ask not only Dad, but Elliot and you too for your permission to marry me. So, I came back a little early and I was hoping you would agree to meet him."

"Wait, for how long do you know him? Why haven't we heard about that guy before and what about your career?" She can't be serious.

"Brandon lives in New York, we'll look for a home together and I will open the restaurant as planned. I know it's a lot, but I can make this work and Brandon supports me in my goals."

"Fine, I'll meet him, but I want to know his last name for a background check."

"Sure." She murmurs and I know there is something she isn't telling me.

"Mia, out with it. What aren't you telling me?"

"Brandon he is a bit older than I am." Oh Christ!

"How old is a bit older?"

"44" She says as quick as possible and I close my eyes.

"So you are telling me, that you want to marry a guy who is 18 years older than you are?"

"Yes, but I love him Christian. He is a good man. He works hard, he was never married before, has no children. He is honest and has a great sense of humor, he..."

"I get it, you love him. Fine. I'll meet with him, I wish you would have found someone closer to your own age, but I want you happy, so we'll see how the meeting goes. Can we have it here? It's easier to have guests here than to go out with Jacob, he is a bit fussy."

"No problem, how about I give you some time off and spend the day with my nieces. There is an indoor playground near by, I could take them their."

"I know the place we've been there a couple of times with Joey... yes, I think that is a good idea, but you have to..."

"Take security with me. I know, don't worry, Christian. I am not going to put my nieces at risk. So, I help them get ready and we'll be back in the afternoon."

Once Mia has left with Joey and Siobhan, I call my mom first and then Welch so I'll have the background check on Mia's boyfriend ASAP.

Around ten, I go upstairs to check on Anastasia and find her in the bathroom fresh from a shower.

"Hi, sorry I slept so long. Do you want to take a nap now, you need some sleep too."

"I'm fine, baby. You know I need a lot less sleep than you do. By the way, Mia is back and she took Joey and Siobhan to the indoor playground."

"Really... oh my god, I'm the worst mother ever. I didn't even say goodbye to them. I..."

"You need to stop right there, Anastasia. You are a wonderful mother and I won't allow you to think believe anything else. So, do you want to hear some news?"

"Where is Jacob?"

"Downstairs with my mother. She told me that we should start to give him formula in the evening before we put him down for the night. If it helps to make him less fussy she recommends to nurse him two times a day and to use formula for the rest of his feeds."

"Good, man I feel bad, I didn't want to start giving him formula for at least two or three more months." She sighs and I pull her in my arms.

"I know, baby. However, if he needs it now, then that's what has to happen. Besides, this way we can take turns at night to get up with him. It will make things easier."

"I remind you of that when I send you to the kitchen at three in the morning to get his bottle ready." She giggles and I just enjoy the sound of it.

"So, the news?"

"Yes, so my brother has managed to get himself into the doghouse, by telling his wife that unlike her you are almost back to your pre-pregnancy weight." I tell her and she laughs.

"Oh my gosh, really? What an idiot, I bet Kate went ballistic on him!"

"She sure did, by the way, I still believe that you introduced my brother to Kate to get back at him for the way he treated you at first." I chuckle and Anastasia snorts.

"Hey, I just introduced them, I thought maybe they hook up, never in a million years did I see them getting married. Well, serves him right and anyway, who tells his wife that she has to lose some weight, that's so mean and I am nowhere near my pre-pregnancy weight."

"You look mighty fine to me, Mrs. Grey." Damn, I shouldn't even go there. Three more weeks, you can do it, Grey!

"Looks like someone is in need of some release." She smirks and drops to her knees in front of me.

"Baby, you don't have to... or you know what forget that, I could really need some release." I mutter when her petite hand finds its way into my sweatpants and wraps itself around my dick. Yes, he definitely needs some attention.

"Good, because I need this too." She says and licks her lips before she yanks my sweatpants and boxer briefs down to my ankles.

"Look who is up and ready for some action." She smirks up at me and grips my dick tightly in her little hand. Fuck that feels good.

"You know, three more weeks and I am going to drag you into our bedroom and ride your hard cock until you beg me to stop."

"You'll be the one begging me to stop." I moan when she pumps my dick up and down.

"Promises, promises, Mr. Grey. Maybe we need to visit Escala once I'm good to go. I could use some serious playtime with my favorite Dominant."

"You better hope I'm your only Dominant." I growl and she laughs.

"That you are. Pleasing you is a full-time job, Sir, because you, Mr. Grey, are insatiable."

"Because you are extremely delicious and fuckable, Mrs. Grey." I reply and she rewards me by flicking her tongue over the head of my erection.

"Just like you and I think I have to taste you just to remind myself just how delicious you truly are." She says huskily and takes my dick in her delectable mouth.

Involuntarily, my hands find their way into her hair and I guide her head back and forth on my dick just at the pace I like. When she sucks hard I feel the first burst of pre-cum spurt into her mouth and she doubles her efforts to suck me off, taking me so deep into her mouth that I hit the back of her throat, but she just keeps going.

Damn, this feels so good and I am sure my wife can give the best head on earth. Then she does it, with one hand she squeezes my balls, while she makes that humming sound deep in her throat and I can't hold back any longer. I fuck her mouth furiously chasing my release and when I find it feels like the head of my dick is exploding into her divine mouth while she keeps sucking and swallowing until she has sucked every last drop of cum out of me.

I lean back against the wall by the sink and when I look at Anastasia, she is still kneeling on the floor and grins like a Cheshire cat, obviously very pleased with herself.

"You are indeed very delicious, Mr. Grey." She smirks, licks her lips and gets up from the floor.

"Three more weeks." She says with a wink and leaves the bathroom.

Yes, three more weeks and I will spend a good amount of time each day in my favorite place again, deep inside of my sexy as fuck wife...

Anastasia - 5 Days later

"Mommy is Jacob bad." Joey asks while we are sitting on her bed where I am brushing her long hair.

"What? Why would you ask that, Joey? Your little brother isn't bad; he is a precious little baby."

"I heard unky Lelliot say that Jacob is sucking the life out of you, Mommy. I don't want that." She tells me with worry written all over her adorable little face and I make a mental note to give Elliot a slap on the back of his head as soon as he gets here today.

"He didn't mean it literally, darling. You know sometimes people say something to describe something different. Do you understand that?"

"No." She answers and I decide to try something different.

"Okay, so you know how your little brother drinks his milk from my breasts?"

"Uh-huh. And when I'm a big girl and become a mommy I have milk in my boobies too."

"Exactly, so, in order for mommy to have milk for your little brother, mommy has to eat very healthy, so all the healthy things in the food go into my milk and your brother eats healthy too. Sometimes nursing a baby can be exhausting, because your little brother is hungry very often and that's why mommy is a little tired lately, but that isn't your brother's fault or a bad thing. It is how nature wanted things to be. So, what your uncle Elliot meant is that nursing your little brother is making mommy tired."

She looks deep in thoughts for a moment and chews on her bottom lip, just like I do whenever I'm deep in thoughts.

"Did Siobhan and I make you tired too, Mommy?"

"Yes, but after a couple of months all went back to normal. So, you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Mommy is fine."

"Okay, because I was worried Jacob is sucking the life out of you and I didn't know how to put it back in." She says.

"Oh darling, you are such a sweetheart, do you know that?"

"Yup, that's why everyone loves me so much." She says and nods her little head. Man, I might be biased, but my little girl is the most adorable five year old in the whole wide world.

"Exactly, so Miss Grey, how would you like mommy to do your hair?"

"I want pigtails mommy and the pink glitter bows, please."

"Good, let's do this, then we can go downstairs and you can play with Gramps and Grammy until your auntie Mia and her new friend arrive."

30 minutes later Mia and Brandon arrive and I watch how Christian and Elliot hug their little sister. It makes me a bit melancholic, thinking about Emma. My sister that I didn't know existed and whom I couldn't save.

She was arrested by the police and charged for murder, because the girl in her apartment died of the drugs she had given her. Due to her history with mental issues, she was brought to the psych ward of a mental institution for evaluation. In the end, it was decided that she had to stay for treatment and five weeks later, she was found in her room where she had hung herself with the bed sheets.

It was terrible, even though I knew that there was nothing I could have done to save her, I tortured myself by asking myself if there had been anything I could have done to prevent this from happening.

Christian was so worried about me that he insisted for me to see his shrink and it really helped me to work through the guilt and grief. It also helped me to work through all the other drama I had been through with finding out that I am adopted; Peter's betrayal and the way Christian treated me after he proposed the first time. It has made me see things differently and made me a stronger person.

In the end, I was strong enough to go back to Chicago and confront Peter and my former best friend. Something I had never done and needed to do for myself to finally put those ghosts to rest. When Christian and I returned to my parent's house after the meeting with them I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It wasn't my fault. I just was unfortunate enough to trust and love the wrong people.

Now, I can say that I don't have many friends, but the ones I have I know I can trust. There is Kate, my former neighbor at Escala. One day I just decided to call her and we met for cocktails. Since that night, we are best friends and she is also my sister in law now. Then there is Roxanne Evans, whom I met through Joey. Her daughter Destiny is Joey's best friend and during the many play dates our daughter's have had we just connected and like to go to the spa together and just meet for lunch whenever our busy schedules allow it.

Another good friend of mine is Luke Sawyer, my CPO. Christian didn't like it that I see Luke as my friend, but in the end he realized that Luke is to me what Taylor is to him and Christian had to admit to himself a long time ago that Jason is not just his CPO, but his friend.

Christian... my overbearing, megalomaniac, sometimes dominant husband. He has really changed from the man I've first met. The man who wouldn't allow anyone to touch him. Not because of his dominant nature, but because of a phobia that kept him isolated. I will never forget the day he allowed me to touch him freely.

It was shortly after Joey was born and I had another breakdown, due to Emma's suicide and me thinking that I could have done something to prevent it. He wrapped me in his arms trying to comfort me, until he noticed that even in his embrace I was hugging myself in a pitiful effort to give me the comfort I needed at the time... or maybe just to keep me from falling apart completely.

He gently made me unwrap my arms from myself and wrapped them around him, so my hands were resting on his back. He was shirtless that morning and when I noticed what he had just done, what he allowed me to do to give me the comfort I needed so badly I cried even more, knowing that our relationship had just reached a whole knew level. One that I feared we would never reach.

Now almost five years later he is craving my touch. Whenever we are alone he just takes my hand and places it on his chest, just to feel the touch he missed out on for some many years of his life. Sometimes he looks so content when I touch him; he looks almost as if my touch could make all the horrible memories of the first four years of his life just go away.

I wish I could do this for him, but I know it is not possible. Still, I know that he is happy now, as a husband, father, nephew, son and brother. Grace still thanks me so often, she believes that it was me who finally brought Christian out of his shell, but I believe he has done it himself, by allowing the people around him to love him and accepting their love, which ultimately allowed him to love himself, something he had never done before.

"Hey sis, you are married for four years now, don't you think it is time to stop watching your hubby with little hearts in your eyes?" Kate asks me with a wink.

"Nope, I'll always do that. So, I've heard Elliot got himself into the doghouse." I giggle and she snorts.

"Yeah, Christ, he just can't think before he speaks. Sadly, I still love him like crazy. Do you think I need to lose weight?"

"What, are you insane? You are a bombshell Katherine Grey. Women would kill to have curves like you do... or pay horrendous amounts of money to their beauty docs. Don't get onto some crazy diet or I'll kick your ass!"

"Wasn't planning to do something like that. Actually, I like myself a little curvier. But man, look at you, how do you bounce back so fast?"

"Not sure, I just eat healthy and the nursing and two really energetic daughters do the rest."

"I bet your hot as fuck hubby gives you some good exercises too." She whispers and I pout.

"Still over two weeks to go, but believe me, the second I have the okay from Dr. Greene I'll call Grace and Carrick to babysit and tie him naked to the bed." I wink at her and we both giggle.

"What's so funny ladies?" Elliot asks and that reminds me.

"Ouch! What was that for Annie?" Elliot asks and rubs the back of his hand, which I have just slapped.

"You need to look around before you talk, Elliot. Joey heard you say that Jacob is sucking the life out of me and she got worried that her brother is bad and how to put the life back inside of me." I explain and he looks contrite.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't know she was around. Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No, I explained it to her, just be a little more careful to look if she is around before you talk. She was so jealous when we brought home Siobhan, I don't want her to get jealous or upset about Jacob."

"Yes, of course, I won't do it again. So, want do you think about our potential new brother in law?"

"I don't know, I haven't talked to him yet, but he looks like a nice guy, there were no red flags in his background check and Mia seems to be crazy in love with him that is all that counts to me. Age is just a number and it's not like he is in his sixties and Mia is fresh out of highschool."

"Maybe, fuck, I've talked to him and I kind of want to hate the dude, just because... but he really seems to be a nice guy and he adores Mia."

"Just give him a chance, if he makes Mia happy then that is all that really counts."

"I guess." He huffs and walks back to where Christian and Carrick are talking to Brandon.

Later that day we are all outside on the patio where we are having a BBQ and Brandon is staring at me, which is making me a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for staring at you, Anastasia, but I'm sure I have seen your face before. I just can't place it."

"Probably in some gossip magazine." I shrug and he rubs his chin.

"No, hah! Of course, Anastasia Steele, you are an author, right?"

"Well, I have written two books so far. Right now, I'm concentrating on my family and some charities I am championing."

"I've read both of them; I like a good crime novel, especially on long distant flights." We have some small talk about my books and I recall the absurd amount of money I was offered to write a book about Matt and how he tried to kill me.

I declined the offer. His story has been used for books and movies already and I had and have no intension to get into his crazy mindset to write a book about him. It still makes my skin crawl that the police found out that he murdered all these innocent women, because of his highschool sweetheart who left him for someone else and then became his first victim. After that, he went insane and believed she wasn't really dead, so he killed all these women who resembled her in one way or the other.

"Baby, can you help me. Siobhan and Jacob need new diapers." Christian says.

"Sure." I get up and take our daughter, while he takes Jacob and we head into the bathroom, where I change Siobhan on a blanket I have put on the floor, while Christian is changing Jacob on the changing table.

"So, what do you think, is Brandon right for Mia?"

"Christian it doesn't matter what I am thinking, what Mia thinks is important and she is in love with him. However, if you want my opinion on him then I have to say, I like him. He seems to be nice and he obviously loves Mia a lot."

"I think the same, so I guess I have to give them my blessing. I just hope they are planning to have a long engagement. They haven't lived together so far and Mia can be quite challenging."

"Mia wants a spring wedding in Paris. So that gives them at least another nine months before they get married. Enough time to live together and see how that works."

"I hope so; I want my sister to have a good and happy marriage. Brandon seems to be a decent guy, so I hope he can make her happy. Has she told you if they want to have kids?"

"Yes, but they want to wait. He really supports Mia's career, so they have agreed not to try for a child before Mia turns thirty."

"That's good, Mia isn't ready for kids and I would hate if he would pressure her into having kids just because of his age."

"He won't, so don't worry too much."

"I can't help it, it's like practice for the time when some guy wants to marry one of our girls." He says and I laugh.

"Christian our girls are five years and 18 months old, I am pretty sure they won't get married any time soon."

"But one day they will and there is nothing I can do about it. It's not a good thought, believe me. Some fucker wanting to get into my daughter's panties. Oh fuck, I can't deal with that." He says and I glare at him.

"You drop the f-bomb in front of our babies one more time and you won't live long enough to witness someone wanting to date your daughters, Grey!" I snap and he has the grace to blush.

"Fudge, I'm sorry, I didn't think."

"I've noticed, and please, stop worrying about this. You still have many years before our girls start to get interested in boys."

"You are right. Okay, let's get back."

Later that day, after our guests have left and Mia is officially engaged to Brandon, Christian and I are in our bed and I'm cuddled up against him with my head resting on his chest.

"Have I told you how much I love you, Anastasia?"

"Not for an hour or so, but I love to hear every single second of the day. I love you too, Christian. So, so much."

"I guess that's means we'll live happily ever after." He says with a ridiculous huge grin on his face.

"Yes, we will live happily ever after..."

The End

Again thank you all so much for reading/ reviewing/ following this story. I guess this is a good time to make a little confession. Out of all of my stories, this is one was/is my favorite. Therefore, I'm especially happy that so many of you liked it.

Oh, and for those of you who are waiting on an update for The Wild Ones. I have the final chapters almost ready, just one more and I need to edit the chapters that are already written, so I will start to post them this Saturday and should have them all posted by New Year.

BTW, I've found out today that the world premiere of the FSOG movie is in Germany on February 11th. Sadly, I live far away from Berlin, so I won't be able to go and watch Jamie Dornan walk the red carpet... but it's cool anyway, because usually blockbuster like that premiere in cities like London, Los Angeles or New York...