Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 3

“I think Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell are spinning in their graves,” I observe dryly when they finish.

“I thought that was a pretty good rendition.” Elliot bows theatrically to Mia and Kate, who are laughing

and applauding with exaggerated gusto. They’re definitely all inebriated. Ana giggles, looking flushed

and lovely.

“We’re going home,” I tell her.

Her face falls. “I told your mother we’d stay.”

“You did? Just now?”

“Yes. She brought down a change of clothes for us. I was looking forward to sleeping in your bedroom.”

“Darling, I was really hoping you’d stay.” It’s a plea from my mother, who stands in the doorway, Carrick

behind her. “Kate and Elliot are, too. I like having all my chicks under one roof.” She reaches out and

clasps my hand. “And we thought we’d lost you this week.”

Muttering an expletive beneath my breath, I keep my temper in check. My siblings seem to be novelbin

completely oblivious to the drama that is unfolding in front of them. I expect this cluelessness from Elliot

but not from Mia.

“Stay, son. Please.” My father’s eyes bore into me, but he appears genial enough. It’s not like he’s just

told me that I’m a complete and utter disappointment.

Again.

I ignore him and respond to my mother. “Okay.” But it’s only because Ana’s giving me such an

imploring look, and I know that if I leave in my present mood it will be a blight on what has been a

wonderful day.

Ana wraps her arms around me. “Thank you,” she whispers. I smile down at her and the dark cloud that

hangs over me begins to dissipate.

“Come on, Dad.” Mia thrusts the mic into his hand and drags him in front of the screen. “Last song!”

she says.

“Bed.” It’s not a request to Ana. I’ve had enough of my family for one night. She nods in agreement and

I knit her fingers with mine. “Good night, all. Thanks for the party, Mother.”

Grace hugs me. “You know we love you. We only want the best for you. I am so happy with your news.

And so happy that you’re here.”

“Yeah, Mom. Thanks.” I give her a swift peck on the cheek. “We’re tired. We’re going to bed. Good

night.”

“Good night, Ana. Thank you,” she says and gives her a swift hug. I tug Ana’s hand to leave as Mia

puts on “Wild Thing” for Carrick to sing.

That I do not want to see.

Switching on the light, I close my bedroom door and pull Ana into my arms, seeking her warmth and

trying to put Carrick’s blistering rebuke out of my mind.

“Hey, are you okay?” she murmurs. “You’re brooding.”

“I’m just mad at my dad. But that’s nothing new. He still treats me like I’m an adolescent.”

Ana hugs me tighter. “Your father loves you.”

“Well, tonight he’s very disappointed in me. Again. But I don’t want to discuss that right now.” I kiss the

top of her head and she tilts her face up, focusing on me, compassion and understanding shining in her

eyes, and I know neither of us wants to raise the specter of Elena…Mrs. Robinson.

I’m reminded of earlier this evening, when Grace, in all her avenging glory, threw Elena out of the

house. I wonder what my mother would have said, back in the day, if she’d caught me with a girl in my

room. Suddenly I’m energized by the same teenage thrill I had when Ana and I snuck up here last

weekend during the masquerade ball.

“I’ve got a girl in my room.” I grin.

“What are you going to do with her?” Ana’s answering smile is seductive.

“Hmm. All the things I wanted to do with girls when I was an adolescent.” But couldn’t. Because I

couldn’t bear to be touched. “Unless you’re too tired.” I trace the soft curve of her cheek with my

knuckle.

“Christian. I’m exhausted. But thrilled, too.”

Oh, baby. I kiss her quickly and take pity on her. “Maybe we should just sleep. It’s been a long day.

Come. I’ll put you to bed. Turn around.”

She complies and I reach for the zipper on her dress.

While my fiancée slumbers beside me, I text Taylor and ask him to bring us a change of clothes from

Escala in the morning. Scooting down beside Ana, I focus on her profile, marveling that she’s asleep

already…and that she’s agreed to be mine.

Will I ever be good enough for her?

Am I husband material?

My father seems to doubt it.

I sigh and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

I’m going to prove him wrong.

He’s always been strict with me. More so than with Elliot or Mia.

Fucker. He knows I’m a bad seed. As I replay his earlier tirade in my head, I drift until sleep claims me.

Arms up, Christian. Daddy has a serious face. He is teaching diving into the pool. That’s right. Now curl

your toes around the edge of the pool. Good. Arch your back. That’s right. Now push off. I fall. And fall.

And fall. Splash. Into the cool, clear water. Into the blue. Into the calm. Into the quiet. But my water

wings push me back to the air. And I look for Daddy. Look, Daddy, look. But Elliot jumps on him. And

they fall on the ground. Daddy tickles Elliot. Elliot laughs. And laughs. And laughs. And Daddy kisses

his tummy. Daddy doesn’t do that to me. I don’t like it. I’m in the water. I want to be up there. With them.

With Daddy. And I’m standing in the trees. Watching Daddy and Mia. She shrieks with joy as he tickles

her. And he laughs. And she wriggles free and jumps on him. He swings her around and catches her.

AndI stand in the trees alone. Watching. Wanting. The air smells good. Of apples.

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