Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 258

Ted.

My boy.

I’m besotted, with both of them.

She peeks up to check on me, and I’m caught mid-ogle. Her face erupts into an enormous smile. “Good morning, Mr. Grey. Enjoying the view?” She cocks an eyebrow, amused.

“Very much, Mrs. Grey.” Leaning up on my elbow, I press a tender kiss to her waiting lips, and another on the coppery down atop Ted’s head. Closing my eyes, I breathe in his scent; after Ana’s, it’s the sweetest fragrance in the world.

“He smells so good.”

“That’s because I changed his diaper ten minutes ago.”

I grimace, then smile.

Rather you than me!

Ana grins but rolls her eyes, knowing full well what I’m thinking. Teddy ignores us, his eyes closed, his hand splayed over the swell of Ana’s breast. He’s too busy enjoying breakfast.

Lucky boy.

He’s a very lucky boy. He sleeps with us.

That was a battle I was never going to win. And while it has somewhat curtailed our bedroom activity at night, it’s reassuring to know he’s so close when we sleep. It’s ironic to think that until I met Ana, I’d never slept with anyone, and now there are two people in my bed.

“Did he wake last night?”

“Not since I fed him at midnight.” She strokes his cheek once more and croons. “You slept all night, little man.” He pats her breast in response, staring up at her with eyes the same shade as hers, and with a look I know only too well.

Complete adoration.

Yep, Teddy and I suffer from the same fixation.

He closes his eyes and his suckling slows and stops.

She strokes his cheek, then delicately slides her finger into his mouth so he releases her nipple. “That’s breakfast done,” she whispers. “I’ll put him in his crib.”

“I’ll do it.” Today is a special day. Sitting up, I gently scoop him into my arms, enjoying his warmth and weight against my chest. I kiss his head once more and, holding him close, carry him next door to his room, where he should be sleeping. Miraculously, he stays asleep as I lay him down in his crib and cover him with his cotton blanket. Gazing down at him, I’m lost in an overwhelming swell of emotion. It hits me now and then—an immense tidal wave of love that washes over and through me. This tiny human has invaded my heart, ensnared it, and trashed all my defenses. Flynn was right: I love him unconditionally.

I shiver, because this feeling still frightens me, and scan his room. It’s painted like an apple orchard, and one day, I hope to teach him how to grow sweet red apples from a bitter green apple tree with the help of his namesake, Grandpa Theodore. Switching on the baby monitor, I grab the receiver and take it back to our bedroom.

Ana is fast asleep.

Damn. I never wished her a happy anniversary.

For a moment I contemplate waking her, but deep down I know that wouldn’t be fair. Ana is tired most of the time; sleep is prized over everything. Hopefully, now that Ted’s nearly three months old, she’ll get more rest.

I miss her.

Feeling a pang of regret that I know is completely selfish, I stride into the closet to change into my running gear.