Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 172

Don’t dwell on your happiness, Grey.

It will only lead to pain.

Flynn’s recent advice echoes in my mind. Nurture and treasure it.

Shit. How?

Hell.

Elliot wakes and teases Ana while First Officer Beighley announces our final approach. I take Ana’s hand.

“Christian, Ana. Thank you for a fantastic weekend,” Kate says, threading her fingers through Elliot’s.

“You’re welcome,” I answer. And there it is again, that contentment.

“How was your weekend, Mrs. Grey?” I ask once we’re en route to Escala.

Ryan is driving, with Taylor in the passenger seat. Even he looks relaxed.

“Good, thank you.”

“We can go anytime. Take anyone you wish to take.”

“We should take Ray. He’d like the fishing.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“How was it for you?” she asks.

I glance at her.

Fantastic. Scarily so…

“Good,” I say, eventually. “Real good.”

“You seemed to relax.”

“I knew you were safe.”

She frowns. “Christian, I’m safe most of the time. I’ve told you before, you’ll keel over at forty if you keep up this level of anxiety. And I want to grow old and gray with you.” Ana reaches out taking my hand. I raise it to my lips and kiss her fingers.

I will always worry about you, baby.

You are my life.

“How’s your hand?” I ask, to change the subject.

“It’s better, thank you.”

“Very good, Mrs. Grey. You ready to face Gia again?”

Ana rolls her eyes. “I might want to keep you out of the way, keep you safe.”

“Protecting me?” Well, how the tables have turned. I want to laugh.

“As ever, Mr. Grey. From all sexual predators,” she teases, keeping her voice low, so Ryan and Taylor don’t overhear her.

I brush my teeth, glad that we’ve approved Gia’s plans. Elliot’s team will start on the build Monday. I tick through a mental checklist. I have much to do over the coming week, but chiefly I want to make sure we nail Hyde’s ass to the wall and keep him incarcerated. Welch will need to keep digging to see if the asshole’s been working with anyone.

I hope not.

I hope this is over.

“Everything okay?” Ana asks, when I join her in the bedroom. She’s wearing one of her satin nightdresses and looks every inch a goddess.

I nod as I climb into bed beside her, putting aside my thoughts about next week.

“I’m not looking forward to going back to reality,” she says.

“No?”

She shakes her head and caresses my face. “I had a wonderful weekend. Thank you.”

“You’re my reality, Ana.” I kiss her.

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“You know. The caning, and stuff,” she whispers.

Why is she asking me this? I rack my brain. The bamboo cane. This morning?

“No, Anastasia, I don’t.” I stroke her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “Dr. Flynn said something to me when you left, something that’s stayed with me. He said I couldn’t be that way if you weren’t so inclined. It was a revelation.” John encouraged me to try our relationship her way.

And look where we are…

“I didn’t know any other way, Ana. Now I do. It’s been educational.”

“Me, educate you?” she scoffs.