Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

once more as he tosses Teddy into the air then catches him again, clutching him close. Christian kisses Ted’s copper-colored hair, and blows a kiss on his cheek, then tickles him mercilessly for a moment. Teddy howls with laughter, squirming and pushing against Christian’s chest, wanting out of his arms. Grinning, Christian sets him on the ground.
    “Let’s find Mommy. She’s hiding in the grass.”
    Ted beams, enjoying the game, and looks around the meadow. Grasping Christian’s hand, he points to somewhere I’m not, and it makes me giggle. I lie back down quickly, delighting in this game.
    “Ted, I heard Mommy. Did you hear her?”
    “Mommy!”
    I giggle-snort at Ted’s imperious tone. Jeez—so like his dad, and he’s only two.
    “Teddy!” I call back, gazing up the sky with a ridiculous grin on my face.
    “Mommy!”
    All too soon I hear their footsteps trampling through the meadow, and first Ted then Christian bursts through the long grass.
    “Mommy!” Ted screeches as if he’s found the lost treasure of the Sierra Madre, and he leaps onto me.
    “Hey, baby boy!” I cradle him against me and kiss his chubby cheek. He giggles and kisses me in return, then struggles out of my arms.
    “Hello, Mommy.” Christian smiles down at me.
    “Hello, Daddy.” I grin, and he picks Ted up, and sits down beside me with our son in his lap.
    “Gently with Mommy,” he admonishes Ted. I smirk—the irony is not lost on me. From his pocket, Christian produces his BlackBerry and gives it to Ted. This will probably win us five minutes of peace, maximum. Teddy studies it, his little brow furrowed. He looks so serious, blue eyes concentrating hard, just like his daddy does when he reads his e-mails. Christian nuzzles Ted’s hair, and my heart swells to look at them both. Two peas in a pod: my son sitting quietly—for a few moments at least—in my husband’s lap. My two favorite men in the whole world.
    Of course, Ted is the most beautiful and talented child on the planet, but then I am his mother so I would think that. And Christian is . . . well, Christian is just himself. In white T-shirt and jeans, he looks as hot as usual. What did I do to win such a prize?
    “You look well, Mrs. Grey.”
    “As do you, Mr. Grey.”
    “Isn’t Mommy pretty?” Christian whispers in Ted’s ear. Ted swats him away, more interested in Daddy’s BlackBerry.
    I giggle. “You can’t get around him.”
    “I know.” Christian grins and kisses Ted’s hair. “I can’t believe he’ll be two tomorrow.” His tone is wistful. Reaching across, he spreads his hand over my bump. “Let’s have lots of children,” he says.
    “One more at least.” I grin, and he caresses my belly.
    “How is my daughter?”
    “She’s good. Asleep, I think.”
    “Hello, Mr. Grey. Hi, Ana.”
    We both turn to see Sophie, Taylor’s ten-year-old daughter, appear out of the long grass.
    “Soeee,” Ted squeals with delighted recognition. He struggles out of Christian’s lap, discarding the BlackBerry.
    “I have some popsicles from Gail,” Sophie says. “Can I give one to Ted?”
    “Sure,” I say. Oh dear, this is going to be messy.
    “Pop!” Ted holds out his hands and Sophie passes one to him. It’s dripping already.
    “Here—let Mommy see.” I sit up, take the popsicle from Ted, and quickly slip it into my mouth, licking off the excess juice. Hmm . . . cranberry, cool and delicious.
    “Mine!” Ted protests, his voice ringing with indignation.
    “Here you go.” I hand him back a slightly less runny popsicle, and it goes straight into his mouth. He grins.
    “Can Ted and I go for a walk?” Sophie asks.
    “Sure.”
    “Don’t go too far.”
    “No, Mr. Grey.” Sophie’s hazel eyes are wide and serious. I think she’s a little frightened of Christian. She holds her hand out, and Teddy takes it willingly. They trudge away together through the long grass.
    Christian watches them.
    “They’ll be fine, Christian. What harm could come to them here?” He frowns at me momentarily, and I crawl over and into his lap.
    “Besides, Ted is completely smitten with Sophie.”
    Christian snorts and nuzzles my hair. “She’s a delightful child.”
    “She is. So pretty, too. A blonde angel.”
    Christian stills and places his hands on my belly. “Girls, eh?” There’s a hint of trepidation in his voice. I curl my hand behind his head.
    “You don’t have to worry about your daughter for at least another three months. I