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Present Day...

It must have been close to three hours that Christian Grey sat on that floor thinking and rethinking what exactly he just got himself into. He looked around him, eyeing the clutter that surrounded him, there were some plastics bags and some boxes laying on the floor. He looked once more at the horrendous pieces that were laid out before him. Then he looked at the hammer in his right hand and at the screwdriver on his left, neither doing him any good. He wasn't ready for this, tackle this shit on his own he knew he needed out side help to fix those indescribable treacherous pieces that belittled him. Ridiculed him for his unworthiness of this task he took upon himself. He knew he had a big problem, part of him talked himself into staying that he could conquer it on his own the other half talked himself into letting it go and let someone else handle it. But as he smoked his joint and sat on the hardwood floor indian style, legs frozen in place and ass so numb, he had already thought he lost it. Shaking his head and fleeing out the inglorious recurring thoughts he decided to give it another go. It just laid there lifeless, no pulse, no heartbeat, no life, it should have been easy, he didn't realize how much hate you can feel for another thing. So he adjusted one of the screws on his screwdriver and drove it inside the head, but the fucker wouldn't budge. He had made a promise to take care of it all, leave no mess behind, clean up after himself and take the lead for his family. Time was not on his side today and things needed to get prepared for tonight. Taking a deep long breath, a pull from his joint and putting aside his pride he made that call to the people that will ride it out with him, and not dare tell a soul. Christian Grey knew that in his family secrets were taken to the grave. He knew that whatever happens in this lifestyle you stare death in the eye and prepare for the inevitable but nothing ever prepares you for fatherhood.

"How the fuck did you get stuck with this " His brother Elliot asked stepping into what is suppose to be his son's room but just looks like a tornado chased down a dirtstorm. Elliot now second in command of the MC since Christian had stepped out of the position professed the same question Christian had been asung himself. His father Carrick had let Christian become the vice president for their motorcycle club Men Of Mayhem, but after everything that he touched turned to shit, he didn't want to risk and lose the most important thing in his life Anastasia again so he got out of the outlaw lifestyle instead. He lost her once and he knew that gut wrenching feeling, the hollowness that pierced his heart, he'd rather get shot or knifed then ever go through that ever again.

"Cause his old lady asked him to" His oldest brother Jason responded taking the joint out of Christians hand and inhaling. "We already know how much this fucker's head is wrapped and whipped by her pussy" Jason then exhaled the smoke into his little brothers face with a smirk looking for a rise. Christian's jaw clenched and his fingers twitch ready to slug his oldest that lived for this typed of mayhem. It's because of that attitude and that arrogant bravado that his father couldn't leave him the position as president of the MC. Carrick had given that position to Christian but Christian refused it when he stepped out and although Christian was the youngest of the boys but Elliot was a stubborn prick that listen to no one and was easily lead by pussy and Jason was ruthless, nothing leads him, not a tear, not a apology, or a plea so Carrick chose to hold position still "I mean who the fuck in leather owns a farm?"

"Outlaw farmers you pussy" Christian spat at his brother. He was a bit cold-hearted as well but he usually kept his emotions in check that is until he met his Anastasia.

"Where's Jarius?" Christian asked as soon as he saw Ana stepping into the room looking around the turmoil and smoke that was right in front of her. Christian didn't approve of her traveling alone, so she was always escorted especially when she had gotten her way with him once awhile back when they first moved to Rose Creek that all would be well, since no one really knew where they were living at yet so convinced he had left her alone when trouble came knocking on her front door. Now, no matter how much pleading and petulance act she'd put on he would not budge.

Her beautiful crystal blue eyes landed on her biker tatted boyfriend who sat with a loose fitting tank top that read Rotten Carcass and cut up ripped jeans had looked clueless until their eyes met and she saw him light up in front of her, displaying a big boyish smile that had Ana smiling back. Ana knew the reaction she had on him cause he stirred up the same effect in her. A love like theirs wasn't easy, you couldn't buy it and it could not be torn apart easily, it had been tried plenty of times but that just brought them closer. It was inevitable, sin and lust mixed with retribution something worth fighting for, something worth living and dying for. She had known ever since she laid eyes on him that he was going to shift and turn her world upside down but she took it all with lots of tears and a few smiles, fragile but remained strong for the both of them. Christian had many downfalls against him, many demons to battle but she learned that being his old lady wasn't just a term, it wasn't just a label. It was to be strong when he wasn't and to fight when he can't. It was to keep him sane and whole and it was not an easy task but she vowed never to give up on him. He was rightfully hers. There was nothing she would not do for him, and there was absolutely nothing that Christian would not do for her.

"He went to take Annabelle for a walk" she laughed when she saw the dumbfounded look on his face. Standing up and making his way towards his soon to be wife, he already knew she was it for him he just didn't know the right time or when chaos was planning to return a visit. Christian stoop down in front of her and gave his safe haven a kiss, she was tiny next to his 6'3 stature then lowered himself a bit more and kissed her growing belly. "He said since she's pregnant it's best she takes as much walk as there is. I'm not sure if he was throwing ice my way too" Ana laughed at Mia's soon to be boyfriend direct jabs. Mia had been crushing on that for awhile now.

"So he's walking around with a cow?" Ana nods laughing answering his question then tippy toeing planting a kiss on his scruffy chin. Taking her hand and leading her to their bedroom quickly so she won't notice the other messes surrounding the other rooms. "How was the market, got everything you wanted?" He asked sitting her on the bed, bending down by her feet untying and taking off her sneakers then her socks, massaging the soles of her feet. Ana leaned back on the bed with a moan rubbing her belly. How much he loved to hear that sound, loved to be near her, loved to be balls deep in her. She was his enigma. He had battled himself for so long to let her go, but the thrill of the chase, her innocence and yet cunning attitude, that pleasurable sin, the prohibited rule of not going after her, he was in deep when he set his eyes on her and there was no way he was ever letting her go again. Although he had tried to set her free he couldn't bare to be without her. "I think so" she patted the side next to herself on the bed so he could lay down beside her.

"Tired" he asked wiggling his eyebrows laying down next to her making her giggle, his other epitome of a downfall. "A little bit there's so much to do" Laying his hand on her belly and buries his head in her neck. "You are not going to do anything. You are going to relax. I have everything under control" he mutters breathing her in

"Babe the house is a mess, and I need to start dinner" Yup, Ana had noticed it all which Christian kinda figured. She never loses sight of anything, maybe that was part of their attraction to one another.

"No. You need to sit back and watch your man work or you need to sleep. I suggest sleep thou, or otherwise I get nothing done with you around" his hand slowly making it's way under and up her blouse

"You had the house to yourself for hours while I was at the market, it looks worse from when I left" Ana states matter of factly pushing up her breasts into his wandering hands "Babe we don't have time" she moaned yet she made no attempt to stop him

"We still have time" he responded kissing the base of her throat. She was his drug and his fix. Some called it fixation he called it an a healthy dose of addiction.

"No. we don't. They will be here in a few hours"

"Fine" he conceded smirking at her "but when everyone leaves, I'm giving my beautiful girlfriend a whole body massage"

"Then what"

"Then I'm going to fuck you" he whispered in her ear biting it lightly "just like you like it...hard... deep... and agonizingly slow. Then I'm going to make love to you" Hearing just those words in that masculine voice of his had her squirming, taking this as his queue to keep going he puts his hand down the waistband of her leggings and palmed her now wet pussy. He knew the effect he had on her, shit, she could make him cum with just a look. "You're wet baby" stating the obvious stroking his middle finger around her clit making him grow hard, her eyes rolling to the back of her head relishing the feeling of his hand, Ana knew she couldn't give in they had some issues to work out although she was just hanging on by a thread but it had to be said.

"Are you nervous about my dad being here?" and now that conversation made his dick shrivel due to Mr Steele's mention. Taking his fingers out of her leggings, and raising it to his lips sucking on her juice "always my favorite treat" he muttered more to himself but she had heard him. Winking at her and lifting himself off the bed, now in a sitting position Christian answered her "He's not my biggest fan babe"

"It will take him some getting use to but he will come around. Either way we are in this for life" Ana did not know if she was convincing herself she knew Christian sometimes was unpredictable but it had to do more of trying to keep them safe and alive but what she did not realize was those words caused an uproar emotion in him. She was his lifeline, his dependency, his beating heart and his whole world.

The bedroom door then came wide open and his little sister barging in like she owned the place.

"Mia, why don't you just come in"

"Oh, gladly Christian. Scootch over prego" she says slapping Ana's ass and slumping down right next to her rubbing Ana's belly. "I'm so tired" Mia huffed

"What did you do all day" he asked her a bit confused since she doesn't work and still lives with his mom and dad.

"Do I have to do something for me to be tired? I did shit all day" Rolling his eyes at his sister Christians stands leaving the girls to talk but before doing so he kissed Ana and made guarantee promises of setting everything up and fucking her later he left the room afterwards. The girls laid on the bed, Ana's eyes droopy and ready to fall asleep but Mia's constant chatter keeps her up.

"Do you miss it?" She could never lie to Mia she was her best friend her anchor and a world wind of invited chaos. She was always there for Ana no matter what, showed her the ropes around the club, fought for Ana's and Christian relationship. Mia had been by her side every step of the way

"Sometimes I do" Ana confessed. Mia gave her look saying for her to go on "Sometimes I see Christian battle so much for us, for what he's trying to leave behind. Drinking his coffee in the morning thinking that he's alone not even realizing I'm watching him sharpening his knife, always looking over his shoulder every day checking the safe and every night making sure he's strapped. It hurts to see him lost being away from what he knows for such a long time.

"I didn't ask about Christian girl. I know my brother would be fine as long as you are by his side. I asked about you"

"Well I don't miss the bullets and playing with death that's for sure, but the thrill of it yes just a bit, but it's just not about us anymore ya know" Ana says patting her belly.

"Atta girl. You have to be a fierce lioness and take care of your cub, it's a jungle we live in"

"Discovery channel again?"

"Fuck girl you have a farm, I have to get to know the animals right? I think we should name the chicks" Mia states bubbly like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Now?" Ana asked perplexed

"You have something better to do"

"Yes. Sleep"

"Fine, we'll sleep but at one point we're gonna have to name them"

"Why if we are just going to eat them afterwards

"Girl you have to name your food that way when people ask you what kind of eggs you are eating you can answer them with you're eating Pamela sunny side up" Mia laughs but Ana notices it seems a bit forced

"What's going on Mia? Why are you so shaky and so talkative" Mia kisses Ana on her forehead. "hard times calls for hard answers and I don't have them. Talk to Christian first" but Ana knew in her heart that was not going to be a possibility. Christian has a hard on for strictness on giving her any type of information that could get her locked up, tortured or put in a body bag so she would just have to put the pieces together. Deciding to just let it go and sleep later on she stood up and headed to the shower.

The house came out great Ana smiled to herself looking around the rooms after her shower. The crib was put up in their son's room and although that was all the furniture that was in the middle of the room, Christian had made it his main priority to put it together himself and convinced himself that the baby might come earlier then promised. Entering the kitchen now, tearing up a bit, her hormones every where, she saw all the activity going on and laughed at all the tatted biker boys in the kitchen with aprons on top of their leather cuts giving Christian a hand with the food. As flawed, hoodlum and defective as they were this was her family now and she was every bit there's.

Christian had put on his Sunday's best to try and impress Mr. Steele trying to hide some of his tats. He looked good in anything, he was one fine piece of specimen from his wavy copper reddish locks all the way down to his feet. The man had it all, even wearing just a long grey long sleeve shirt and his black jeans and white sneakers, he still looked like he belonged in a runway. How did she get so lucky? That rough around the edge exterior he forced to pose, he had a soft spot but not all were prone to know. Ana knew he have a long road to success with her father, but Christian did give it his best, although he already had his own business now, he had went back to school just trying to tie loose ends and give them a fresh start and try his best to give Ana the life he promised and the life he wanted her to have, Ana was very proud of him not because he wanted something better it was because he made the deed to do it, he pushed and isolated himself from what he was taught.

Ana walked about barefoot choosing to ditch any shoes to put on her swollen feet. She wore a simple white baby doll dress with blue flowers and left her hair in a sloppy bun. His family and some friends came over to their house warming with presents for the house although they've been living there for six months already, but Christian felt it best to have the house warm and friendly first. With all the tattoos leather bikers anyone would think it wasn't warm.

"How is my grandson and future MC president feeling in the oven today?" Christians father asked Ana. She quickly glanced over at his wife knowing Grace would be looking for a reaction from her. Ana knew deep in her heart she will do anything in her power for her kid not to grow up in that life. There's was nothing wrong with it if one chose to live it as a social rebellion and not as the Greys liked to live it as outlaws.

"He's actually quiet today" Ana smiled and noticed the strain smile Grace put up "that is till he hears the engine to his father's bike. Which was true, the little guy not born yet was able to tell apart his dads bike from the others. He would kick and buck each time he would hear that roar.

"It's in the Grey DNA" Grace lipped always making Ana feel like an outsider. Ana guessed that would never changed. Grace never sugar coated or hid the fact that Ana and Christian were not a good combination. She never accepted Ana as one of them, just played it out for the sake of not losing Christian.

The chatter and the jokes was becoming a bit easier now with his parents. Before that their relationship was very stressful Ana did not know if it would ever change especially when it came down to Grace his mother. That woman made Ana's life hell, first because of the age difference then because Mr. Steele's was ex-military and a retired deputy in Blossoming Peak where they lived and business were plus they had a bad history with the club. Then Grace chose to focus on something entirely different. Ana assumed it was because of their mother and son bond that they shared and she just felt jealous and threatened. When Christian finally caught wind of what his mother was trying to do he stopped all ties and communications with her with no remorse whatsoever. His dad and his brothers came around eventually especially when Ana did time in the County jail for them but Mia had never left her side.

Once everyone was gone her father never showing up Ana just swallowed the sad feeling, knowing it could set Christian off with his loathing. He promised her no stress especially after coming close to an miscarriage she had experienced a few months earlier, which was due to her ex knocking on their front door trying to have his way with Ana, so Christian feeling guilty for leaving her alone has been trying to make it up to her. What Christian needed to comprehend was that she wasn't that stupid or naive girl anymore. Their lifestyle and their choices had opened her eyes to an ugly dark reality. Trouble was always lerking, and this was their story about staying alive, staying strong for one another especially when one was weak and fighting for a love that matters.

"Never thought I would see the day that I Christian Grey would dress up for another man" Christian chuckled softly patting his lap so Ana could sit on it. "Should I be jealous" she asked him staring into his gray vibrant eyes, that feeling from earlier rising up, their need for one another showing face once again.

"Now about that massage" he whispered in her ear and Ana was at her mercy.

That night he gave her a whole body massage and sure as hell made use of his promise fucking her hard then making sweet love to her. The man was relentless when it came down to his sexual needs but Ana loved every minute of it. The feel of making her feel wanted, needed, how his eyes always went looking for her in a crowded room it made her feel special. He was a jealous, overbearing, overly protective, possessive asshole at times but shit his attitude made her wet. Laying naked in bed fully sated while he played with her hair she asked him about the conversation she was dreading to ask.

"What's changed" Ana whispered and she felt his had tensed up in her hair.

"What do you mean"

"Mia was a bit distracting today" she turn toward him and stared into his pensive gray eyes.

"Nothing" he tried to get away but she grabbed his cock hard making him yell out in pain or pleasure she didn't really know anything would turn him on when Ana is involved, either way she got his attention

"Don't dismiss it Christian. Talk to me I have a right to know" Ana pointed to her stomach making him understand but instead what she got in return was Christians face hard and impassive.

"That doesn't give you the right. That right there further tells me you shouldn't know. That maybe this time you should pack your bags and leave for good" she could not believe what he was saying she wanted to punch him square in his face.

"Not this shit again"

"Language"

"Oh Mr. Grey language my ass don't start pushing me away again" he flipped her so quickly on her back grabbing both her hands in his raising them both above her head pinning her down with his body.

"I don't need your fucking lip now Anastasia, don't test me" he growled. Now after everything he wanted to prove today, everything he pushed himself toward, all that they did five minutes ago she was Anastasia getting berated like a child. Pushing him off her she hopped off the bed, anger making it easier to get up pregnant and all.

"If you want to lay there and wallow in your self guilt or whatever the fuck it is then fine, all you have to do is tell me to go and I'm out of here"

"Yes we all fucking know how easy it is for you to run. Your stubborn ass won't listen to anything else but that moment of fucking running and you got your sneakers on"

"Fuck you" she spit at him and turned to leave the room grabbing the handle to the door swinging it wide open but stopped in her track and turned to face him once again. He looked like that boy she met long ago lost and undecided in thought

"You make it so easy for me to love you but you make it much easier for me to hate you" and with that she left and slammed the door behind her. Grabbing some sheets from the linen closet she went into the guest room throwing the sheets on the bed and taking one to wrap her naked in and sat down on the rocking chair close to the open window instead. Fuck he knew how to make her blood boil and with the way he just acted she knew it had to be bad news. There was always an obstacle they had to face what was it with her life that they couldn't endure happiness for long. It was a fucking curse yet she loved him and would happily go through hell with him. But this time she couldn't there was a little person inside her that made her see things differently a little living being that deserved a better chance of this life. A small erring sound made her look up and take her out of her thoughts. There he stood by the door in all his naked glory and his perfect toned up body with six stars. Five black stars above his abs each for his family member and hers which was the last one was pink because of her blush.

"Are we still arguing?" He pouted and Ana just wanted to slap it right off his chiseled face instead she shook her head and wiped her tears. Christian walk to her and stooped down next to her taking her hand in his.

"I'm sorry babe, I know how much better you can do without me" she hated when he put himself down she was no saint. He was wrong she had tried for something else, something different, but it wasn't him so no there was no other for her but instead she chose to stay quiet and hear his thoughts. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a long groan indicating his battle to tell her the truth or to spare her from it.

"Dad's stepping down as president of the MC and wants me to lead them, he's an OG now and can't handle it no longer"

Her heart stopped. This was worse than bad news. She knew what this meant for them and she didn't like it one bit. Change was brewing and it wasn't the one you'd brag about it was the one you keep people away from.

A/N this is the first chapter let me know what you think. Also it will not be updated regularly like Love & Cuffs. If you've watched Sons of Anarchy this will be a bit like that but not a Jax cheating on Tara relationship. I had a love/hate relationship with him but he made up for it with that nice ass of his. But the storyline drama close to it, hopefully I would be able to write it :)

I'm trying my hand on third POV... thoughts?!