Pulling up to Keira's house, I notice that it is exactly as I had pictured. A big house with a pristine garden complete with the picket white fence. On the drive, there is an SUV parked alongside a sleek white range rover. My eyes instinctively roll of their own accord.

"Come on bubba," I say to Rosie who's happily babbling away and chewing on a toy puppy in the backseat. "Let's go and see what Mrs Appleton really wants."

I hoist Rosie in one arm, my other handling my car keys and Rosie's baby bag. She immediately drops her toy on the floor and starts pulling on my necklace instead. With my hands full, I try and bend down to retrieve it when I hear the door open.

"Ana," Keira smiles warmly walking over to me. She picks up the toy, handing it back to Rosie who grabs it fiercely.

"I'm so glad you came!" She grins, flashing her pearly white veneers.

She's wearing a white denim jumpsuit to match with sky high heels entirely not appropriate for the cobbled pathway we're now walking up towards.

Keira's house is sleek, white and modern. It's all crystal chandeliers, tiled floors and fresh roses. All in all, a very nice house. She leads us to the living room where the other moms are sat around; some on couches, some on the floor playing with babies. They all greet me with eager smiles and I let Rosie down onto the plush cream carpet wandering who on earth would pick such a light coloured choice with messy babies. In total, there's four moms. Lucy is sat on the sofa, nursing a new-born. She's a quiet mom with a kind face. Bailey Summers is laying on the floor playing with Behati who is the exact same age as Rosie. They make a beeline for each other which I can't help but smile over. Bailey and her daughter are both wearing matching fendi jumpsuits. As I look down at my own jeans and t-shirt combo, I realise it's clear I did not get the jumpsuit memo. Next there's Jess Peters, wife of the famous talent scout James Peters. She's also on the floor trying to chase around a toddler with wild hair and Gucci flip flops. The last woman is a mom I don't recognise. She's biracial with curly caramel hair and bouncing the cutest baby boy on her lap who's all teeth and smiles.

"Hi, I'm Courtney," she says, extending a hand to shake. She looks the closest to my age.

"Ana," I say.

She tells me she's from Keira's mother and baby class and her baby boy Rocky is her first and only child. After introductions and pleasantries are all out of the way, a small middle aged woman who I assume is the housekeeper, comes in carrying trays of ice cold drinks in expensive glasses.

"Margarita's ladies! Non-alcoholic of course," Keira grins. "Help yourself."

The drink is delicious but I can't help feel a little awkward and out of my depth. I don't really know any of these moms or their topics of conversations. They gossip about people I've never heard of and so I keep my attention focused on Rosie who's now bashing a little drum set happily.

"So Ana, how's life as a first-time mom?" Lucy asks kindly, breaking me out of my trance.

Staring at her, I realise eerily that she reminds me of Emma. Her straight blonde hair and big green eyes are fixed the same way but there's a kindness in her young heart shaped face that could never be duped for the witch that was Christian Grey's wife.

"I love it," I say, looking over at Rosie adoringly. "I mean, don't get me wrong it's bloody hard. The sleepless nights, the crying fits. But she means everything to me."

Lucy smiles and strokes the top of Holly's head in agreement.

"I know exactly what you mean. When I had my first, I was so overwhelmed. I was younger than all my friends and it was difficult taking care of a baby all day on your own. Grayson was out at work and I was just home alone with Brett."

I nod, listening intently. I feel exactly the same. With Kate and Jose at college and Christian always working, it's easy to feel alone.

"Well now you have us," Keira interrupts, squeezing my knee.

She takes a long sip before putting it down and fetching Jaga from his nap. Rosie and Behati welcome the new addition and I take endless pictures of my baby girl having fun.

"Is that case real gold?" Bailey asks, looking up at my phone.

I nod, feeling flushed. Christian bought it for me randomly one day along with the new iPhone that came out.

"Jesus," Keira says, moving closer to examine it.

"What's it like being engaged to a billionaire?" Bailey then asks, eyes zeroing in on the massive rock on my finger.

I have a feeling she's wanted to grill me ever since I arrived and now, she has the perfect moment to do so. I knew I should have switched out the case.

"I don't think about it like that," I shrug. "His money doesn't matter to me."

She rolls her eyes and earns a little laugh from Jess.

"Come off it. You're literally dripping in silver and gold. Your baby is dressed head to toe in custom chanel. You have to think about the money."

"Your wearing fendi," I point out feeling defensive.

"I'm just rich," she shrugs. "We all are. You however are next level. Doesn't Christian own a plane?"

"Helicopter," I correct.

She laughs.

"Money isn't everything," Lucy interrupts. "Just because you have nice things doesn't mean all you care about is money."

I throw her a grateful smile.

"I didn't mean it in a mean way," she says hurriedly, feigning innocence. "I'm just curious. I've never met anyone who is a billionaire. They're the kind of people you read about in Forbes. Come to think of it, Christian is supposed to be doing a feature for Forbes soon isn't he? I heard them announce it."

"Yes," I confirm.

"You know they're only interested in you," Jess says, looking over at me. Her black hair contrasts with her milky white complexion, giving her snow-white vibes.

"Well Christian doesn't discuss his personal life," I say. "So they can keep being interested."

I lift Rosie off the floor as she starts to get antsy and start to feed her.

"God your boobs," Courtney says with a quick glance.

I blush.

"How nice are they?"

"Amazing," Lucy says wistfully. "Oh the joys of being twenty."

I smirk, feeling marginally proud of them. I definitely have Rosie to thank for my new chest.

Half an hour later, Bailey and Jess leave. They've got a spa appointment booked apparently and I'm surprised that as soon as they're gone, the real gossip starts.

"That fendi jumpsuit though," Keira says with a grimace.

We all can't help but laugh.

"They're a nightmare," Courtney frowns. "Remind me why we're friends with them?"

Keira laughs, standing up. "It's just pleasantries. We're the real besties. The four of us. Right Ana?"

I can't help but smile.

We have salad and cupcakes later on. The cupcakes are to die for and Rosie manages to eat at least half of mine. Finally, when it's time for Rosie's nap I decide to depart.

"Stay in touch," Lucy says. "I'll add you on Facebook."

Courtney says the same and I promise I will.

"It was good to see you Ana," Keira says as she sees me out.

On the way home however, my paranoia gets the best of me and I can't help but wonder if they'll start talking about me now I've left.

Charlie is lovely today. At home, whilst Rosie is napping we have a long swim together in the heated pool and warm up afterwards with hot chocolate and melted marshmallows. We have burgers for dinner and he plays with Rosie whilst I work on my writing. In the evening, he falls asleep on me while watching monsters inc and I stroke his hair lovingly, reminding him how much I love him. I don't realise I've even fallen asleep until Christian wakes me up by brushing my hair out of my face.

"I took a picture," he says quietly.

To my left, Charlie's head is in my lap and Rosie is draped across my chest with her mouth shaped in a little 'O' as she sleeps peacefully. I smile sleepily and sit up, careful not to disturb my sleeping angels.

"I'll carry them up to bed," Christian says, taking them both from me.

As I wake up, he brings me a cup of green tea upon his arrival. I thank him and he sits next to me. It's my turn now to lay in his lap while he strokes me.

"I'm taking tomorrow off," he says, mid stroking my hair.

"Why?"

"I've got a surprise for you. I feel awful for leaving you alone so much and I miss you. My parents offered to have Rosie and they'll pick Charlie up from school."

I look up at him and he bends down, rubbing our noses together.

"Okay," I whisper.

"How was your day with the moms?" He asks, genuinely interested.

I tell him all about it and how I think Bailey and Jess are bitches which he laughs at.

"Jason Summers is Bailey's husband right?"

"I think so," I nod.

"He works in eco manufacturing and wants to put forward a new sustainability project. He's been badgering my team for a meeting for the past several months to pitch his ideas to me."

"For you to invest in?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"But you're not interested."

"Nah. I don't think he's onto anything to be honest from what I already know about it. I'm definitely not interested now so Mr Summers is gonna have to start saving himself and stop splashing out on those Fendi jumpsuits."

I burst out laughing and he joins in with me.

"This is nice," I smile, when we've both calmed down. I place my tea down and move to sit on his lap, straddling him and wrapping both arms around his neck. "I've missed this. Us."

"I know," he nods, cradling my neck close to his own. "I feel like I've been taking you for granted. I've not been spending enough time with you, with my family. I never want you to feel like I'm not here for you because I am. You're my number one priority, always."

I pull back with starry eyes, considering him for a moment before finally leaning in for a soft kiss. His return one is enthusiastic and soon my hands are in his hair and his are down my sweatpants. When he touches me I gasp into his mouth but he's unhurried and deliberate in his movements. Long, slow touches that leave me shaking, unable to kiss properly.

"I love you," he says quietly, watching my every facial expression.

His lips latch onto the side of my neck where I'm sensitive and I come quickly onto his fingers, grasping his hair in my hands and biting his ear as I moan.

"I want to marry you," he says into my collar bone.

"You've already asked me that," I remind him breathlessly.

He pulls back to look into my eyes.

"No. I want to marry you. Right now, I want you to be wife, my Mrs Grey. I want to be tied to you in every way possible."

"Every way," I ask with a smirk. "Please tie me up now."

He laughs and shakes his head. "I'm serious."

As I calm, I absorb the seriousness of his words.

"I want to marry you too," I assure him.

"Soon," he promises. "We'll start planning."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I let out a little squeal and he captures it with his mouth.

"Still want me to tie you up?" He whispers now, squeezing my ass with both hands.

"Yes Mr Grey," I say sultrily, shifting against his erection. I palm him through his trousers and he groans.

"You better be prepared," he warns, standing abruptly.

I lock my legs around him and run my tongue over his lips like a lollipop.

"Always."

A/N Hi guys, it's been a while. I've been going through a lot, finishing up university and I had a really bad bout of depression where I couldn't even get out of bed without crying. It's been really difficult but I'm on new meds and getting counselling now and finally getting back to normality. I'm finding my joy back in writing and creating again so I'm on the right path. Updates for Eyes Closed also will be coming soon. Thank you to everyone for the messages and checking in and just generally for your support of my stories! I know the updates have been sporadic and awful but I still hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. Updates will be more regular, love Elizabeth xxx