When I glance at Christian, he has tears in his eyes.
"Here's your son, Mrs. Grey," he whispers, his voice strained and hoarse.
"Our son," I breathe. "He's beautiful."
"He is," Christian says and plants a kiss on our beautiful boy's forehead beneath a shock of dark hair. Theodore Raymond Grey is oblivious. Eyes closed, his earlier crying forgotten, he's asleep. He is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. So beautiful, I begin to weep.
"Thank you, Ana," Christian whispers, and there are tears in his eyes too.
"What is it?" Christian tilts my chin back.
"I was just remembering Ted's birth."
Christian blanches and cups my belly.
"I am not going through that again. Elective caesarian this time."
"Christian, I - "
"No, Ana. You nearly f**king died last time. No."
"I did not nearly die."
"No." He's emphatic and not to be argued with, but as he gazes down at me, his eyes soften. "I like the name Phoebe," he whispers, and runs his nose down mine.
"Phoebe Grey? Phoebe . . . Yes. I like that, too." I grin up at him.
"Good. I want to set up Ted's present." He takes my hand, and we head downstairs. His excitement radiates off him; Christian has been waiting for this moment all day.
"Do you think he'll like it?" His apprehensive gaze meets mine.
"He'll love it. For about two minutes. Christian, he's only two."
Christian has finished setting up the wooden train set he bought Teddy for his birthday. He's had Barney at the office convert two of the little engines to run on solar power like the helicopter I gave Christian a few years ago. Christian seems anxious for the sun to rise. I suspect that's because he wants to play with the train set himself. The layout covers most of the stone floor of our outdoor room. Tomorrow we will have a family party for Ted. Ray and Jose will be coming and all the Grey's, including Ted's new cousin Ava, Kate and Elliot's two-month-old daughter. I look forward to catching up with Kate and seeing how motherhood is agreeing with her. I gaze up at the view as the sun sinks behind the Olympic Peninsula. It's everything Christian promised it would be, and I get the same joyful thrill seeing it now as I did the first time. It's simply stunning: twilight over the Sound. Christian pulls me into his arms.
"It's quite a view."
"It is," Christian answers, and when I turn to look at him, he's gazing down at me. He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips.
"It's a beautiful view," he murmurs. "My favorite."
"It's home."
He grins and kisses me again. "I love you, Mrs. Grey."
"I love you, too, Christian. Always."
The End