We got the call. Earlier last week we received a call and email that told us we were matched with a child. He just turned five years old, his birthday is July 25, he comes from a very troubled family, never had any siblings, and he loves planes.

The only bad thing that they listed was that there are no family medical records, so they have no idea if there is a disease that runs in the family. We don't mind though, knowing Christian he will somehow find the boys family. They didn't send a picture of the boy because they don't have a current photo of him.

Oh, and his name is Kenneth.

We explained the phone call and email to the other kids, and they were quite ecstatic. In fact, Teddy was more than happy to help set up a room for him. It was the first family project in a long time. We decided to paint it a light blue and make the ceiling look like clouds. Christian also got some model planes to hang from the ceiling, and even a much bigger one to rest in the corner. I think it's perfect for a 5 year old boy. I only hope he likes it too.

Teddy has been pestering us about when we were going to meet him and bring him to his new home, and every time we respond with "I'm not sure".

We do know.

We're going today.

"Where are you and Dad going?" Phoebe asks as I hand my bags to Taylor so he can load them in the car.

"We are going on a short vacation." I answer. Not only do we want to surprise them with a new sibling but with the push of a button they can fly out to us themselves. "We should be back in two days."

"Well, what do we need to do here?" She whines. I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"Invite Alexander over, or Navy and Ava. Sophie should be here at times too. All I'm asking is that the house stays clean, in order, and Teddy doesn't have a bed buddy every night." I explain but decide to clarify a part first. "Alexander better not be staying the night here either. I'll have Gail play chaperon."

"I know, Mom. Okay, What about Juliet? Is she staying with us or Grandma and Gramps?" I was still trying to decide on that.

"Your grandparents. You'll have your hands full with Teddy. You don't need a baby too."

"I agree." Christian comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "You don't need a baby for another thirty years." I smile at his tone of voice as well as the look on Phoebe's face.

"Why do you act like she is the oldest of us?" Teddy asks rounding the corner. We all eye him with a 'duh' look.

"She is the most responsible of the two of you." Christian states and I just nod in agreement. Ted throws his arms up and starts listing of the reasons why he is the more mature and responsible one, and it's only about three reasons.

"Okay, we're going now." I say and take Juliet in my arms who has been rolling around at my feet the whole time. Christian leads the way to the convertible that he will be driving to take us to the airport. I strap Julie into the car seat in the back and then climb into the front. Teddy and Phoebe trickle out behind us and watch Christian strap in, starting the engine.

"So," Christian slings his arm across the back of the seat as we both turn back to look at our kids. "We can't know where your going." I cover my smile with my arm and look at Christian allowing him to answer this time.

He smirks, "Nope."

After dropping Juliet off at Christian's parents and telling them our real plans they wished us the best of luck and sent us on our way to the airport. We parked the car and quickly got through security before we were free to order a beverage.

"Everything's going to be okay." Christian places his hand on my thigh to stop it from bouncing.

"I know, I know...I'm just nervous. I have no idea why though." I shrug and take a drink of the very weak Cosmo I ordered before we came to wait at the gate.

"He's going to love you, you know." My husband soothes my nerves. I nod my head and place my hand on his.

"What if he doesn't? What if he turns into one of those kids that are adopted and go psycho and end up killing everyone in the house?" I rush which causes Christian to laugh. "I'm serious. This boy is from a troubled home, but we don't know how troubled."

"Any child that grows up in a Grey house will not be a 'psycho', baby, I promise." He smirks. I want to throw my first impression of him in his face. I want to tell him that he grew up in a "Grey house" and that he was roped into a psychotic situation. I keep my mouth shut instead.

"You're right." I nod and lace my fingers with his as I watch people walk by. Christian wanted us to fly on our jet but I insisted we fly on a regular plane like other people. Besides, Kenneth will be thrown into this life full of riches and anything he wants, and I'm sure he has never been on a plane before so we will welcome him into our wealthy life slowly.

"First class passengers on flight 214 to Detroit, Michigan may now board. Once again, first class passengers on flight 214 to Detroit, Michigan may now board." I look at Christian and squeeze his hand.

"Ready?" I ask and he nods giving me the green light on this new life changing adventure we are about to embark on.

There aren't many people sitting first class on the plane making it fairly quiet. Christian places our bags in the over head compartment before taking a seat next to me. I open the window shade and look down at the little people loading bags, running around with batons, and other plane getting ready for take off. I feel Christian's hand gravitate upward on my thigh and squeeze. I look over at him studying his face and just as I expected his signature smirk pops up. His head is resting against the head rest and the look on his face makes me suspicious about what's going on up there.

"What?"

"You know we've never had sex on a plane before."

Of course...

The four hour and thirty-five minute flight seems to go by faster than I thought it would. Christian gently shakes me awake moments before we make a smooth landing, and is quick to make sure we are the first ones off that are seated in first class.

Just like I thought, there is a cab driver waiting for us as we walk through baggage claim with a sign in his hands that reads "Grey". I hear Christian huff, I'm sure from the misspelling of our name. We walk to the man and he greets us with a smile. The man has a darker skin tone and slicked back chestnut hair.

"Hello, I'm Felix and I will be your chauffeur for the remainder of your stay." He seems to have a tang of an Irish accent. He shows us to the car and loads our bag in the trunk of the slick black Maybach 57s. Very impressive. While he loads the bags Christian helps me into the back and scoots in beside me. Felix rounds the back and climbs into the drivers seat.

"To what hotel am I to take you to, Mr. Grey?" Felix adjust the mirror and peers back at us. Christian tightens his arm around my shoulders and answers the man.

"Iridescence Motor City." Huh, hopefully it's kid friendly. Felix nods and pulls onto the busy street. I watch as the city lights create an intricate blur across the window. "It's been a while since I've been here." I look over at Christian who is looking out my side window as well. I squeeze his fingers that are hanging over my shoulder and continue to gaze at him, a beautiful master piece returning to it's broken home.

We ride in silence the rest of the way to the hotel. All the words we want to say or any questions we have end up silently swimming around the backseat in the tiny space between us. When we pull up the hotel, a younger man came out to meet Felix at the back of the car to collect our bags. Christian helps me out, obviously, before giving the two men a curt nod, grabbing my hand, and leads me inside to the check in desk.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The young desk woman asks.

"Grey." With that one word the girl types away to find our reservation. After scanning our card, typing more buttons, and programming our room keys we are off to the elevators. The bell boy follows closely behind with our bags stacked on a rolling cart. Of course Christian would book the Premier One Bedroom Suite. I'm use to extravagant settings, but this truly has me speechless. It like a tiny apartment with a half circle brown leather couch and two mint soft recliners in front of it. Facing the TV and the cabinets under it is one coffee table two yellow chairs to the left and white recliners to the right. It is a very fancy setting. I look back at Christian as he slips a generous tip in the bell boys hand who places our bags just inside the door.

Christian closes the door behind him and makes his way over to me. He runs his hands over his hair before pulling me to him.

"Should we get some rest or explore the place a little more?" He asks, but the correct answer is inevitable when he slides his hand to my butt and squeezes it surprisingly hard. I smile as my fingers dance up to his collar and take hold of it.

"How about we do something we almost never do?" I whisper and the mischievous glint in his eyes shines even brighter.

"And what would that be?" He whispers back. Before I can answer he captures my lips and shamelessly tugs on my bottom one.

"Cuddle in bed and watch a movie?" Suddenly his Happy Meter drops about three notches. He quickly brightens up though and jumps in bed like he's the five year old we will have with us in less than twenty four hours.

"How about we watch...Dirty Dancing?" I giggle and crawl up next to him, snuggling into his side. He wraps his arm around me and selects the movie.

"Since when does Christian Grey watch Dirty Dancing?" He glares down at me before kissing my temple and turning back to the television.

"Maybe we can learn new dance moves." He answers simply and shrugs his shoulders. I roll my eyes and pay attention to the movie as well.

The last thing I remember before drifting off into a deep sleep is Baby confessing her feelings for Johnny.

Christian's POV

I wake up to a cold bed. The worst kind to wake up to. I flip over to the place my wife previously lay, but I only come face to face with the black alarm clock with green digital numbers that read 5:30. I get distracted by the light from the restroom causing me to roll out of bed and rub my eyes for a moment. Once my eyes have adjusted to the light. I stand and lazily make my way to my wife.

"Why are you up right now?" I wrap my arms around her waist but she remains unaffected by the affection.

"We have to be there in thirty minutes." She shrugs and sounds out of breath. I furrow my eyebrows and step away from her. Anastasia is not acting like her self.

"Honey, no we don't. We have to the there at seven, and in all the years I've known you it has never taken you more than two hours to get ready." She shakes her head and straightens her skirt.

"No, we have to be there at five and we get him at seven." Who is this woman? Does she really think it's 4:30? She must not know what time it is if we have to be there at five. Ana has never stressed this much.

"Anastasia, we have to be there at seven and we get him at nine." She just shakes her head insisting that she is right. I sigh, rolling m eyes, and grab the brush out of her hand. Before she can protest I drag her back to the bed and throw her down. Her skirt rides up and her hair is no long perfectly straight.

"You are not allowed to talk or stand up for another hour. You can only lay here with me and try to calm down." I pulled her against me to while I lay on my side and close my eyes for at least thirty more minutes. Ana sighs and I feel her relax against me as her breathing becomes normal once again. I hope she can't feel my heart fluttering with nerves and anticipation.

"I love you." She whispers. I don't know if I was meant to hear it but I did. I smirk.

"I love you too."

((A/N in honor of Jamie's birthday I am updating TWICE!! Not only does Bae turning 33 tomorrow, but 50 Shades of Grey is out on DVD, Avengers 2 is coming to the big screen and OMG I SAW THE 50 SHADES DARKER TEASER!!

The over all important news here is that IT'S JAMIE DORNAN'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!!))