Fifty Shades Freed (Christian & Ana)(243)

"It's great to see everyone." I smile. Because it's true, it is great. I'm an only child who has married into a large and gregarious family, and I love it. I snuggle up next to Christian.

"One sip," he hisses at me and takes my glass from my hand.

"Yes, Sir." I bat my lashes, disarming him completely. He puts his arm around my shoulders and returns to his baseball conversation with Elliot and Ethan.

"My parents think you walk on water," Christian mutters as he drags off his Tshirt.

I'm curled up in bed watching the floorshow. "Good thing you know differently." I snort.

"Oh, I don't know." He slips out of his jeans.

"Did they fill in the gaps for you?"

"Some. I lived with the Colliers for two months while Mom and Dad waited for the paperwork. They were already approved for adoption because of Elliot, but the wait's required by law to see if I had any living relatives who wanted to claim me."

"How do you feel about that?" I whisper.

He frowns. "About having no living relatives? Fuck that. If they were anything like the crack whore . . ." He shakes his head in disgust.

Oh, Christian! You were a child, and you loved your mom.

He slides on his pajamas, climbs into bed, and gently pulls me into his arms.

"It's coming back to me. I remember the food. Mrs. Collier could cook. And at least we know now why that f*cker is so hung up on my family." He runs his free hand through his hair. "Fuck!" he says suddenly turning to gape at me.

"What?"

"It makes sense now!" His eyes are full of recognizance.

"What?"

"Baby Bird. Mrs. Collier used to call me Baby Bird."

I frown. "That makes sense?"

"The note," he says gazing at me. "The ransom note that f*cker left. It went something like ‘Do you know who I am? Because I know who you are, Baby Bird.' "

This makes no sense to me at all.

"It's from a kid's book. Christ. The Colliers had it. It was called . . . ‘Are You My Mother?' Shit." His eyes widen. "I loved that book."

Oh. I know that book. My heart lurches— Fifty!

"Mrs. Collier used to read it to me."

I am at a loss what to say.

"Christ. He knew . . . that f*cker knew."

"Will you tell the police?"

"Yes. I will. Christ knows what Clark will do with that information." Christian shakes his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. "Anyway, thank you for this evening."

Whoa. Gear change. "For what?"

"Catering for my family at a moment's notice."

"Don't thank me, thank Mia and Mrs. Jones. She keeps the pantry well stocked."

He shakes his head as if in exasperation. At me? Why?

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Grey?"

"Good. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." He frowns . . . not understanding my concern.

Oh . . . in that case. I trail my fingers down his stomach to his oh-so-happy trail.

He laughs and grabs my hand. "Oh no. Don't get any ideas."

I pout, and he sighs. "Ana, Ana, Ana, what am I going to do with you?" He kisses my hair.

"I have some ideas." I squirm beside him and wince as pain radiates through my upper body from my bruised ribs.

"Baby, you've been through enough. Besides, I have a bedtime story for you."

Oh?

"You wanted to know . . ." He trails off, closes his eyes and swallows.