A/N: This is the revised edition of my story "Shades of Family" inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey. I first wrote my story 2 years ago, and now, I wanted it to grow and mature with me. I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey or any of the characters.

Chapter 1 Entering Parenthood Part 1

12 Weeks

Christian POV

Christ. I know it can be embarrassing for a grown man to pout, but good God, Ana is taking forever in the bathroom and wouldn't even let me in.

"You know, I've been here since 6 in the morning. If you don't get out, your boss' boss' boss might be late and we wouldn't want that." I couldn't hear anything from inside, which means that Ana must've been purposefully and leisurely standing inside just to piss me off. It wouldn't be the first time.

I forcefully stomp my feet outside the door, just so she can hear my impatience. "Anastasia. Unless you have diarrhea, open the door!" Still nothing. "Anastasia, if you are still inside and alive, open this fucking door. Right. Now."

I can hear cankering from inside, pretty sure she's hurrying along now. Good. No one wants a moody husband and an angry boss.

Ana opens the door and reveals her form – bloodshot eyes, heavy bags, and eyebrows furrowed. Her hair is unkempt, and she looks like she hasn't taken a bath at all. Invisible steam seem to come out of her ears. Is she... mad? She points her finger at me, and I know that I have just awoken the sleeping dragon. She inhales audibly, as if she's smelling my fear. At this very moment, I want to make a detour and possibly run for the hills.

"You! You do not have the right to pout when your poor wife is retching yesterday's dinner."

I am taken aback by this accusation. "Well sorry, but you could've just told me earlier. I have to work too."

"What will you be doing today, Christian? Going to meetings, answering calls, yelling at Andrea and bossing Taylor around? That's a lot of hard work, isn't it? Telling people what to do while you sit behind your desk, doodling numbers and masturbating?" I dare not respond or look into her eyes, I swear they are red as we speak. I know it's best to not cross a pregnant woman. But to be fair, I can't even doodle.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Christian Grey. Do you have any idea what your little wife will be doing while you play big-shot CEO?"

"No? Ana, look, baby, I didn't know-"

"I will be growing finger nails, and possibly even hair inside my stomach. There is literally a heartbeat inside my very own insides. Remember Christian, while you're sitting pretty and playing CEO, I have a human being inside of me, feeding off me and playing house."

All I can do is blink. I am scared of this woman, at the same time I find myself loving her more. I mean, granted, she does have a point and a part of me is feeling... guilty, I guess. But this woman standing before me is willingly and unconditionally housing my child and there's nothing more beautiful than that.

"Now, here is what you're going to do to return the favour: You will get inside the bathroom, bathe with me, fuck me fifty ways to Sunday and give me delicious back massage."

Fuck me. What just happened there? Did she just demoralize my work and beg for sex? Talk about being mercurial. This is turning to be one of the greatest days of my life.

"Will you be fulfilling my needs, Mr. Grey?" And bites her lip. I am so done.

16 Weeks

Ana POV

I am frantic. I have never been this embarrassed before in my life. I feel like I have shamed Christian's name with the inexcusable way I behaved today. Right now, all I want to do is call my husband, cuddle and cry.

I hold my breath as I dial his number. Here goes nothing.

After just two rings, he picks up the phone. "Baby, is everything alright? What is it?" I sense the tension and worry in his voice.

"The baby and I are okay. Something just happened that made me feel so ashamed of myself. Are you busy?"

"I'm in a middle of a meeting. Can you give me ten minutes? I'll wrap it up and come over."

"You'd do that? For me?" I find myself in tears. I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones or Christian just being his sweet self. I know how busy he can be, but he's been incredibly generous of his time since we got married. "Th—ank y-ou."

"Stop crying my darling girl. I'll be there in a few."

True to his word, Christian comes barging to my office 10 minutes later. "Ana, baby.."

I raise my hand from behind the desk, where I've been sitting since the 'incident' happened. Christian joins me and pulls me closer to him. The tears have dried up, but my eyes are still puffy.

"Talk to me." He puts his hand on my face and caresses my cheek. A sudden feeling of comfort and warmth passes through. Christian's touch does that to me.

"Have I been crabby you lately?"

"Yes." He replies without even blinking.

"That's pretty rich coming from you, let's be honest. But it's totally out of character for me to be this moody. You know, Christian moody."

"Christian moody?" He giggles. "Okay then. Can we talk about what makes you Christian-moody?"

"I've been so stressed with work. I have to get so many things done before Teddy arrives and the second trimester has been hell, Christian." I look around just to make sure no one is here to listen to what I have to say. "Christian," I whisper. "I have the most embarrassing sexual fantasies. It's frustrating. I can't control it. Sometimes I just space out and just think of promiscuous things."

"Am I supposed to be taking my clothes off now? Are you coming on to me?"

"No? Maybe later? But this has been the worst day. Worse than the time you called me 'chunky'."

"It was a joke. That was two days ago and I already apologized for it. Just tell me what happened."

"Come closer."

"There's just two of us here."

"My libido is taking over the intelligent part of my brain. This morning, Hannah and I read a political editorial and I may have something along the lines of 'Presidential Erection'. Why are you laughing? Don't laugh at me Christian Grey."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Go on..."

"Hannah was taken aback but thought I was joking. Then I napped for a little while and I dreamt about having sex on top of Mount Everest, The Great Wall, Central Park, Leicster Sqaure."

"Can you clarify who you were having sex with?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You, of'course..." I lie. I half-lie. There was this guy in my dream who said he wasn't Christian but his twin, an Irish underwear model who happens to be constantly brooding too. "But I woke up with saliva all over my desk. I was just so aroused."

"I hate to break it to you, but I am not an exhibitionist. I'd gladly watch you, but just you."

"How's that for a confidence booster?" I lean in closer so we're face to face. "In the meeting today..." Should I really be telling him this? "Oh God. It was embarrassing for my soul, Christian."

He hides his smile by licking his lips, but his eyes say that he's amused.

"We were in a discussion about job productivity when out of nowhere, I just blurted out 'blowjob output'. Everyone just stared at me and I wanted the ground to swallow me."

Christian can't keep his 'serious' act any longer and just resorts to incessant chortling.

"I ran out immediately. I don't know why but I just kept on crying." I cover my face with my hands in humiliation. "And you're laughing at me!"

He finally composes himself, but his eyes are still smiling. "Baby, don't get mad but I think you're over-reacting here."

Being moody and over-reacting? My how the tables have turned. I just look at him, with tears still trickling down.

He takes a handkerchief from his breast pocket wipes my tears. "Blow. No wait." He carries on laughing while I blow into his hanky.

I giggle with him. "You make me blow things."

"I do, don't I?" Christian puts his hands on my face and kisses me tenderly on the lips. "I've read this from the pregnancy book, it happens to everybody. Look, I love you and I'm so proud of you. I don't care how many times you embarrass yourself, I'll be there by your side, possibly in tears from all the laughing."

I give him a playful tap on the belly and an exaggerated pout. "Your son is obviously carrying the horny genes and it's affecting me."

"Son? Are you conceding defeat already?" Christian is quite blunt about wanting a boy, deep down, I think we may be having a son, but I told him that my motherly instinct thinks a girl is on the way.

"Maybe?" I put my arms around his shoulders and hold his stare to mine. "I want you, Christian. I've had a rough day and I want you to make slow, passionate love to me."

A wicked grin appears on his face as he loosens his tie. "Anything for you, Mrs. Grey."

18 weeks

ANA POV

"I'm really glad you're here, Kate! I've missed nights like this!" I hug my bestfriend tight, reminiscing our roommate days back in college.

We're inside our entertainment room at Escala, sitting on the large sofa that doubles a bed, surrounded by pillows. Kate and I are both in WSU sweatshirts and pajama bottoms, just like the good ol' days. Christian suggested that we have 'girltime' to relax and enjoy, plus he's been wearing down Elliot and Grey Construction like a horse, an errant, tyrannical horse who needs a house for his wife and child in seven months. Escala isn't just baby-friendly, plus the thought of bringing our child to a home where he brought 15 subs doesn't sit well with either of us. I guess he's being apologetic to Kate.

"Me too! TV show marathons in our pajamas, eating pizza, dipping cookies into vanilla, cherry coke, fried chocolate bars, eating ramen when we've ran out of money."

"I miss Pinky's pizza, even Joe the delivery guy with the fake British accent."

"He just did it because he liked you, Ana. I can't believe you were oblivious to it."

"Who likes Ana and where does the fucker live?" Surprise, Surprise. Christian is standing by the door, still in his suit, his arms crossed, with a phone in hand. "Tell me." My husband has a knack for barging in like the seasoned stalker that he is.

"Relax. I was in college and I wasn't into him. He delivered pizza and put on a fake, posh accent. By the way, what are you doing here?"

Just like everytime he comes home, Christian gives me a smooch and rubs my nose with his. He usually isn't here at this time, but I'm glad he's early. "I just got home from work. Hello, Katherine. Your boyfriend will be here at 8 and we'll be discussing plans, per usual."

"Good. You better be nice to him, Christian. He's putting so much effort into getting your house done."

"I know, Katherine. I appreciate everything he's doing. The least I can do compensate monetarily."

Kate shrugs. "It isn't about the money for him. He already loves his little nephew."

"Or niece." I butt in.

"Oh come on Steele, you know it's a boy." Kate elbows me and tries to pry for an answer.

Christian smiles. He bends down again to give me a kiss in the forehead. "Thank you. Now, no alcohol, excessive sugar and staying up late, my love."

I respond by giving him a toothy grin. "I promise."

"I'll see you girls later." Christian takes his leave, leaving me and Kate alone.

"He looks more tired than usual."

I sigh. My poor hubby. Christian's been busy trying to do business with a Silicon Valley Bigshot who's as stubborn as he is. He's wanted to invest in tech start-ups for a long time but apparently, not all billionaires are cutting him the slack. Stick to your conventional business dealings, they say. Also, to top it all off, some of our future neighbours at the Highlands aren't ecstatic about the heavy construction Elliot has been doing. Christian has assured them that it well be ecologically sustainable and won't change the natural greenery of the area. We've heard rumours that there are those who want to lodge environmental and sanitation complaints to the county, but so far they've all been hearsay. When he told me about this a week ago, I tried my hardest not to get too emotional around him. He needs a calm and relaxed home right now.

"We're indebted to Elliot, Kate. He wasn't happy when Christian gave him seven months to get the house done. But he agreed to do it anyway. I hope it isn't affecting your time with him."

She sighs. "He wasn't happy, that's true. And 'til now he is quite stressed about it. But the thing about Elliot is, he's an eternal optimist who never acts out because of bad feelings. He's really kind, understanding and genuine. He loves you and Christian so much. He's already crazy about your baby."

I feel like I'm on the verge of a crying fest. What did we ever do to deserve a family like this? They've been nothing but wonderful to Christian and myself. Knowing that I'm delivering a baby with this big of a support system gives me so much warmth and security. I give Kate a warm embrace. We've always been like sisters, and now we're literally apart of the same family. "Thank you, Kate. I feel so lucky."

"You're the only one apart from Elliot who gets my shit, Ana. You're stuck with me forever."

We end up watching Sleepless and Seattle which we've seen a million times. Kate went to New York in the summer of 2009 and sent me a postcard of the Empire State Building. She wrote at the back: "Annie, when you're attracted to someone, it just means that your subconscious is attracted to their subconscious, subconsciously. So what we think of as fate is just two neuroses knowing that they are a perfect match."

"Your neurosis has found its match," Kate comments.

I can only smile in return. Christian chose to be closed off to the world, thinking that he may find his worth in his success. It took a misstep for the both of us to understand how capable we are of loving fiercely. "And yours too, Kate."

"Yeah." She fiddles her engagement ring and smiles to herself.

We both lie down and stay silent for a while, taking in the contrast of our lives then and now.

"A year ago, if you told me that you'd be married to Christian Grey and have his kid, I would've bet my soul against it. You'd think that these people are invincible and you just can't reach them."

"I always knew you'd marry a blonde hunk, Kate. You've always followed that pattern."

"I suppose so."

"So tell me, how is the wedding plan coming along?"

"Well..." Kate's eyes wander with uncertainty. "With the whole baby Grey waiting on the wings thing and Elliot's many projects, we decided to make it a long engagement."

"Oh Kate. Now I feel guilty." I know how ecstatic she was to marry Elliot, and to hear that she maybe postponing it because of our situation crushes my heart a little.

"Don't be. I don't think Elliot and I ready anyway."

Not ready? "But you're engaged. You're supposed to be ready when you say yes." Et tu, Anastasia?

"I mean, we both know we're ending up together, but we feel like we just need to create spaces for one another. I want to be able to stay long at my job before I could wander the earth for my honeymoon. I'm still only an intern, Ana."

I guess I was fortunate enough to have married my boss. To be honest, had it not been for Christian, I don't think I'd be stable enough to even think of marriage at this age. Hell, if it hadn't been Christian, I doubt having this job at all. "Do you enjoy work?"

"I do. I really do. There are days when I wish I could just leave without anyone noticing. But when you work for a newspaper, you have to understand that the work doesn't ever stop. I'd get calls at 10PM and 2AM deadlines, but I enjoy crunch time. I think I thrive best under intense pressure."

"It's great that Elliot understands."

"It is. When I'm awake, he's awake. He makes me coffee without even asking. When I'm too swamped, he makes sure to ease the pressure. He's amazing, Ana. I know I can be officious and offensive, but he just laughs at it. I've never met anyone who knows how to deal with me."

I've never seen Kate so smitten before. She's been in multiple relationships in the past, but she's never been this secure. Like Christian, she's always determined for things to go her way, even in her dating life. She prefers to wear the pants in the relationship, but not anymore, not with Elliot at least.

"Hey Kate." I push the strands of her hair away from her face. "So today is your wedding, what are we going to do?"

Back in the day, to amuse ourselves, Kate and I would exchange make believe ideas about how our future life would be. I'd be a Seattle-based editor while she's an investigative journalist for a major news company. We'd pretend that we had partners, and sometimes even children.

"What's the theme?"

"Rustic, vintage chic. We're getting married somewhere in a farm in Snohomish. Just family and a few friends." Kate actually seems to have thought this through.

"The ringbearer is being carried by the best man, can you guess who it is?"

I can't help but laugh as a pat my own stomach. Kate seems to agree with Christian that our child would be a boy. I personally have toned down my expectations. All I want is a healthy baby. But hell, there's no harm in playing along. "Oh my little baby Grey who looks exactly like Daddy."

"You come out in a blush-color, chiffon mini dress, showing off those legs and killer post-pregnancy body. When the best man sees you, he ogles you intently that his eyes almost pop out."

I can't help but laugh. I'm sure my possessive husband would love that.

"Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley starts playing. The French doors open, and there I am, wearing my mom's lacy-vintage gown, with a flower crown on my head." he guests go 'awww', and Grace even cries a little. Carrick remains stoic, Mia jumps around and you and Christian are having eye sex."

"I know she would and I bet $10 dollars on it!" Grace cried when Christian and I got engaged, married, and when we announced the pregnancy, so surely she'd bawl over this too. The eye sex will most probably happen too, knowing my husband.

As the night drags down, Kate and I have found ourselves immensely enjoying her make-believe wedding. We've discussed everything from Carrick doing the limbo-rock, to her alcoholic uncle hitting on mom.

"Get up, mommy. We're doing YMCA."

We sing and dance to every line, with fits of laughter in between. Right now, we're just lounging on sofa, still hugging each other and chortling when we think of what we've been doing. I haven't had this much in a very long time.

"We should do this more often.

Kate opens two bottles of water and hands one to me. "To Mommy Ana Grey and baby Grey."

I raise my bottle. "To my bestfriend and sister on her disaster of a wedding, as planned by yours truly."

"To the stinky Grey men!"

"To our stinky Grey men!"

Amen...