Dinner

((This chapter is short but important! I tried to finish it quickly to give you an update, so it isn't edited and I may go back and add more detail later. But here it is! Enjoy!!!!))

"Hi." He greets, seeming to fight a smile. It feels like I'm with my husband of over eighteen years again.

"Hi." I smile and look around. I've been here a while back but for some reason the whole space seems new. He struts over and offers me his arm. Who is this new-old Christian?

"I wasn't too sure what you would like, so I fixed a few dishes and pulled some of the best wine." He leads me to the table, pulling my chair out for me and pushing it back when I have seated. I have yet to say a word, not sure what exactly to say. Christian continues with the menu.

"We have chicken and noodles, Spaghetti with Bolognese Sause, chicken stew-"

"You really like your chicken, don't you?" I interrupt with a smile. I fold my hands under my chin and unapologetically gawk at this beautiful man list off our buffet dinner. He smirks back and I swear I see a blush. Nothing feels different between us.

"Yes, if it's prepared properly, Miss Steele."

"Anything else, food wise, on the menu, Mr. Grey?" He laughs at our light banter and looks at the final plate.

"Venison." He smiles proudly. Oh, how I have missed this man. "And our wine choices consist of Bollinger rose, Frascati, and Barossa Valley Shiraz." Did Mrs. Jones encourage these choices on purpose?

I can connect a delicious memory to each pick.

"Pick your poison." Christian waves his hands over the arrangement.

"Surprise me." I answer, not being able to decide what's best. Christian smirks.

"Are you sure?"

"As long as you don't actually poison me, we will be okay." I joke.

"Then close your eyes, Miss Steele." Ugh, once again with the 'Miss'. Without a word I do as he says and face the table. I hear him fix my plate, utensils colliding with plates, and then mystery wine spilling into a long stem glass. Maybe he chose the rose.

I hear his footsteps, the sound being engrained in my brain after all these years, and then I can feel his presence to my left.

"Would you like me to feed you too?" He asks. I can tell he is joking, but why not play hi at his own game.

"If you don't mind." I answer and part my lips, waiting for the first bite. He chuckles. In a few short seconds, I feel the cool metal of a fork tap my bottom lip and I open wide. As soon as the saucy food hits my taste buds, I know it immediately.

"Spaghetti." I say and open my eyes as soon as his thumb swipes across my bottom lip removing excess sauce. I'm paralyzed by the simplest of touch.

"Correct." He places down my glass of wine as well. "And Shiraz."

"Excellent combination." I praise and take a sip. Christian takes a seat in front of me and takes a bite from his own meal.

"How has your day been Miss Steele?"

"Anastasia, please. And it's been eventful."

"How so, Anastasia?" That sounds better.

"Well, I had a great little outing this morning." I eye him with a smile and he returns it. "Then I had some work to attend to, clean my place a little bit, everyday things really." I shrug. This spaghetti is extra good today for some reason.

"I'm glad you enjoyed your morning. I did as well." He smirks.

Everything seems to be in place. Nothing between us feels like it changed. Christian still feels like my husband, and I'll do anything to freeze time right here with him, and stay like this forever.

"Alright." Christian says in between laughs as he stands from the table. "Would you like a tour of the place? I wipe away my own tears from laughing and nod.

"That would be great." Where haven't I already been in this place? He pours me another glass before offering me in his hand.

Our fingers touch and once again, my skin in on fire.



"We will start with the upstairs." He smirks at me. Before the accident if we were staying here, that would imply something totally different, but now, it probably means he is strictly going to show me the rooms, no sex included.

"This is the...guest bedroom." I look around the all too familiar room. My room, originally. "As far as I know this is of little importance to me, I can't remember since the accident.

For a change, one night Christian and I...slept in this room. I made the bed in the morning, and I can tell it hasn't been touched since then.

"It looks nice, very spacious." I look around the room and notice the closet doors wide open. He looked for my things? Well, he probably didn't know that's what he was looking for.

"It is. When I think off the empty rooms it make the place seem even more lonely." Oh, Christian. He looks me in the eye and shakes his comment off. "I'm sorry. The rest of the hallway is various rooms, an office, nothing too much." I bet he is questioning why he offered a tour in the first place if there isn't anything to tour. We start back the way we come and I notice something drastically different.

"What's this room?" I ask, my pulse quickens.

"Oh." He pushes the door open wider. "Sorry about the fumes. It's under construction." No longer am I looking at red walls and cherry wood furniture, but white clean walls.

"W-what was it before?" I know. I just need conformation. Will he really tell me though? He hesitates, seeming the go through what he could call this room,

"A playroom?" He looks down at me while I continue to gawk at the room. If he somehow returns to me, I'll have to ask about this drastic decision. I know I didn't give him my consent. A thought comes to me and I smile before speaking.

"Like your Xbox and stuff?"

Christian looks taken back by my question, confused maybe. "Sure." I try to hide a smile at his expression. "Do you want dessert?"

At another time, that would have meant some mind-blowing love making.



We descend the stairs and I notice the change in atmosphere. The lights are low, the most light coming from the sitting area fire place. I look up at Christian who just winks and continues to lead me wherever. Swoon!

"I hope you like chocolate cake." He says as we approach the preset dessert in front of the fireplace. I'm speechless. "Is this okay?" He suddenly sounds worried. It takes all I have not to wrap myself around him and kiss him.

"It's...perfect." I smile.

"This is amazing, Christian." I compliment as I stuff the last piece of Gail's homemade chocolate cake in my mouth. He smiles and nods, scrapping his plate clean as well.

"Defiantly one of my favorite that Mrs. Jones makes." HE agrees, before taking our plates to set aside and grabs our wine.

"I have something to confess." I say, taking my glass from his hand. He eyes me suspiciously and gives me the signal to continue. "I lied when we first met."

"How so?" I lean against the fire place and run my hand over my hair. How can I talk about this without going against doctors' orders?

"You asked if it was just me. I said yes, but I had actually just gone through a sudden...loss." I say and wait for him to answer.

"You didn't really lie then." Oh, I did Christian. This is just the closest I can get to the truth with you. "Was it a husband? Boyfriend?"

"Yes." I laugh, agreeing to both.

"Are you dealing with it okay?" He reaches over, placing his hand on mine. I pull so much comfort from this simple touch.

"I guess. I went back to dating, if that's what this is, thinking it would help."

"Does it?"

"Yeah." I smile and he does too, before his smile suddenly turns and his expression becomes something darker. "What is it?" He looks me in the eyes and my stomach knots up.

"Anastasia. Something...I know I've said this before, but...something happens when I'm with you. I don't know what it is or how to describe it. I know I've never felt this before, at least not that I can remember."

Oh God.

"I don't know what to do about it either." His voice is now a whisper and I realize we are closer than before.

"I wouldn't know either." I whisper back, eyeing is lips. I've missed those all too much. "But the best thing I can say is; go with your heart." He leans in a bit and his eyes look across my face. "What is it telling you?"

He doesn't answer in words.

In the blink of an eye, his lips cover mine, moving feverously. I don't protest. Hell, I've been waiting for this, maybe not in this way, but I'll take him anyway I can get him. He moves onto his knees and cages me under him. He pulls away.

"I don't think we finished the tour." He smirks, I giggle and look into his bright gray eyes.

"Where would you like to start, Mr. Grey?"

"How about the bedroom?"


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