Ana's POV

 “Where do we even start?” Christian asks. I look at the screen and rub my hands over his arm with a sigh.

“What agency did your parents use?” I look up at him and kiss his shoulder. I just can't get enough of this man.

“I'm not sure, but we can find out.” A few clicks later we have Grace on speaker phone. “Hello mom.”

“Oh, Christian, how are you? I wasn't expecting a call.” I open my mouth to greet my mother-in-law, but a squeal in the background makes me smile instead.

“Carrick, dry that child off and put some clothes on her!”

“What's going on over there?” I laugh.

“Oh, Juliet went for a swim, now she is crawling around naked in the living room.” I watch as Christian's jaw tightens at the word “swim”. He never liked the kids in or around the pool without his supervision, in case something happened. “I wish you could see Carrick chasing her on all fours. Anyway, what did you need dear?”
Christian clears his throat, “What adoption agency did you and Dad use?” From the look on his face, it's still hard to talk about.

“Adoption?” Grace's voice was small.

“W-we are just thinking about it.” I stammer. “We thought what better agency to use than the one that gave you your amazing children.” I smile up at my husband and he pecks my lips.

“We used Amara, here in Seattle.” I typed it into the search engine and clicked over to their website.

“Thanks mom.” The admiration he has for his mother is clear in his voice. “We will be by tonight to pick up Juliet.”

“She can stay longer if need be.” See, they just want to steal our children.

“She has been with you for two days. I would like to see my baby girl every once in a while, you know?”

“Well I would like to see my baby boy once in a while too Christian. But if you insist. See you later darling, love you both.”

“You too,” I call through the speaker. “I'll be sure to let Elliot know you miss him,” Christian calls, ending the connection.

We scour the website, clicking on every link they offer. We make our rounds until we end up back at the home screen. “So do you still want to adopt?” He sounds worried.

I look up at Christian with an are-you-kidding-me face. “Do you still want to adopt?” He does't even hesitate on his answer.

“Yes.”

“Then I do too.” I smiled. Christian nodded his head without a smile, smirk, grin, anything. “So what's first?” I snuggle closer to him.

“Well.” He points on the screen, “It says we would need to schedule an information meeting. What do you want to do?” I roll my eyes and hand him the phone. He dials the number on the website and puts the device to his ear. “Yes, hello, my name is Christian Grey and I was wondering when the next adoption information meeting spot is open?...My wife and I...Any time this summer...Thank you, Natalie.” And he hangs up.

“So you're already on first name basis, huh?” I poke his mid section. “Do we have a spot?” He nods his head as I patiently wait for his answer.

“Two weeks.”

***

“That meeting wasn't so bad.” I shrug holding on to Christian's hand as we walk out of the adoption center. The meeting was longer than he would have liked; he couldn't sit still for more than one hour.

“It was three hours. They told us new information the first hour and repeated it till the damn timer went off.” He sneers. I try to hide my smile at his irritation, but I honestly find it very adorable. He opens the passenger door to his car, letting me slide in. He quickly walks around the car and takes up residence in the seat beside me. “They didn't tell me anything I didn't know anyway.”

“Well besides this awful meeting, are we going to continue?” I ask picking at my nails. Christian slowly reaches over and pulls my lip free from my teeth.

“One pathetic meeting hasn't changed my mind.”

“Good,” I grab his hand and lace our fingers together. “Mine either. We need to fill out this application." I say, opening the blue folder the people handed out to everyone in the meeting. "After we fill this out, we send it back and wait."

"Let's fill it out tonight." He nods his head and starts driving down the street.

"Why not when we get home?"

"I have plans for us when we get home." I squint my eyes.

"But we have Juliet."

"We also have Gail who is more than qualified to babysit for a few hours." A few hours! I decide to play along and get him riled up.

"Whatever you say, baby." I place my hand on the top of his thigh, my fingers dangerously close to the fly of his pants that is craving attention.

"Anastasia." His strained voice is laced with warning. But after all these years I still don't cower away from Mr. Dominant.

"You know we might end up making another child before we can adopt one." I joke, squeezing his very nice leg muscle. One of his hands fly down from the steering wheel and peels mine off his thigh.

"Then we will be one big happy family." His grip on my hand is tight as he places it on my lap, and his voice is still strained.

"Yes we will."

The rest of the ride home is amusing for me. I'm sure Christian has been planning more ways to get me begging on my knees for mercy. We pull into the garage, and he yanks me through the door. I almost fall face first on to his back, but catch myself on the wall. Christian lets go of my hand and walks straight to Juliet's play pen, she is watching some dragon show. He picks her up, kissing all over her face, making her giggle and try to catch his face in her tiny hands.

As I watch the beautiful scene unfold in front of me, I wonder how he ever thought he would be a bad father. He never has been, not even for one second.

When he starts to walk towards me, he lifts up her shirt and blows a raspberry on her little protruding belly.

Christian looks up at me and grins. Leaning close to my ear, he whispers, "Don't worry, you're next." He winks at me.

My eyes widen as he walks past me to the kitchen area. "Gail, do you think you can watch Julie for a couple of hours?"

"Of course Mr. Grey." Christian nods and sets the baby down. I watch as she attempts to pull herself up and take a step, but when she falls she opts for crawling.

"Excuse us." He pardons, tugging my hand to follow him. "Go put on your Christmas present, nothing over it. Come back here in five minutes." He instructs, stepping into the room and closing the door.

Oh, boy!

I collapse into his soaking chest, breathing in his scent. I will never get over that. His hand smooths my hair down my necks as he holds me to him so we can both attempt to catch our breath. I kiss his collar bone and sigh in contentment.

"Five times in one hour. I underestimated you, Mrs. Grey." he flashes his little boy grin and I chuckle.

"You said a couple hours. Why not try for five more times?"

He tilts my chin up to meet his eyes and his thumb traces my bottom lip. "Eager as ever, are we?" I shrug and snuggle up closer to his hot body. "Now that we've properly fucked , lets go properly make love in our comfortable bed." He suggests. I shrug my shoulders.

"If you insist." My inner goddess is jumping for joy. Christian slowly releases me and walks to retrieve a very fuzzy gray blanket, wrapping it around my body. He picks me up in his arms and I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck and feel a low vibration in the back of his throat.

"Or do we want to fill out the application now?" Christians strides slow as he contemplates. Sex or adoption?

"How about after dinner at my parents?”

"How about now, and celebrate after dinner? Because, then we won't have the baby, and we could have more than just one hour." Christian nods his head with out a word, sets me down on the bed, and walks over to my purse. I guess he had Gail bring it up here too.

He pulls out the blue envelop and hands it to me along with a pen. "I like your idea."

I bite my lip to try and contain a smile but fail miserably. I pull the application out and take the cap off the pen.Christian flops down on his front beside me while I sit Indian style.

“Okay...so male applicant- Ch-ri-stian Gre-y. Date of birth/age- June 18/ 45. Female applicant- Ana-sta-sia Gre-y. Date of birth/age- September 10/ 39.” I hear Christian chuckle and I glare at him.

“What's so funny?”

“Just that you have to sound out our names to spell them.” I roll my eyes and get back to the paperwork before my husband can pester me anymore. The moment I try to start concentrate again, I feel his nimble fingers start messing with my toes. He use to always tease me about them.

“Our address.”

“284 Felicity drive.” Christian sighs as if I had forgotten where I lived. I opened my mouth to speak, but Christian reads my mind. “Zip code is 98367.” I nod my head and ruffle his already messed up hair.

“Good job, buddy. So whose email?”

“Mine.” He answers. I write down [email protected], then move on to the next question.

“Telephone number, and cell number?” We don't have a land line and if we are ever split up when we receive a call...how will that work?

“My work number and your cell phone number.” I quickly write those down and move to the next one. Date of Marriage/year. I don't need any help here. “Next?”

“Male applicant profession and monthly income.” He chuckles. I'm sure he is thinking “My name Christian Grey should be enough”. I fill in the blanks with letters and multiple zeros before continuing to the next question, but not before a greedy hand trails up the inside of my thigh making me squirm. “Christian.” I scold...well try, it came out more as a moan of pleasure.

“Are we almost finished here?” He shuffles to his knees and moves behind me. His big hands grasp my waist and pull me to his chest. “I have this over whelming desire to ravish you right here,” He blows cool air on my neck then takes my ear lobe between his teeth. “right now.”

“Just a couple more questions.” I sighed and tried my hardest to concentrate on the application. I quickly filled out my name and occupation and read the next question. “Reason for adoption?”

“Because from personal experience we want to give a child the life they always dreamed of.” He rested his head on my shoulder and I smiled. I know that's why we are doing this, but hearing Christian actually speak the words warm my heart.

“Preference of child?”

“Boy”

The next question is simple, asking about any other children we have and information about them, so I rush through that one and on to the signatures. I sign my name then pass the papers to Christian. He slowly takes the pen and takes a dramatic pause before signing his name next to mine.

“We, are really doing this.” I say. I can tell my self that we are adopting every second of the day but I don't know when it will actually sink in.

“Yes we are, I hope you're not having second thoughts.”

“Of course I'm not.” I defend.

“Good, now I can have my way with you.” He tackles me on the bed, just as his phone rings. “Shit. It's my mom.”

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