Fifty Shades Freed (Fifty Shades #3)(78)
Author: E.L. James

At first, I think we’re headed for the private dining room where we first discussed the contract, but he leads me past that doorway and on to the far end where he opens the door to another wood paneled room.

"Surprise! "

Oh my. Kate and Elliot, Mia and Ethan, Carrick and Grace, Mr. Rodriguez and Jose, and my mother and Bob are all there raising their glasses. I stand gaping at them, speechless. How? When? I turn in consternation to Christian, and he squeezes my hand. My mom steps forward and wraps her arms around me. Oh, Mom!

"Darling, you look beautiful. Happy birthday."

"Mom!" I sob, embracing her. Oh Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. Tears stream down my face despite of the audience, and I bury my face in her neck.

"Honey, darling. Don’t cry. Ray will be okay. He’s such a strong man. Don’t cry. Not on your birthday." Her voice cracks, but she maintains her composure. She grasps my face in her hands and with her thumbs wipes away my tears.

"I thought you’d forgotten."

"Oh, Ana! How could I? Seventeen hours of labor is not something you easily forget."

I giggle through my tears. She smiles.

"Dry your eyes, honey. Lots of people are here to share your special day."

I sniff, not wanting to look at anyone else in the room, embarrassed and thrilled that everyone has made such an effort to come and see me.

"How did you get here? When did you arrive?"

"Your husband sent his plane, darling." She grins, impressed. And I laugh. "Thank you for coming, Mom." She wipes my nose with a tissue as only a mother would. "Mom!" I scold, composing myself.

"That’s better. Happy birthday, darling." She steps aside while everyone lines up to hug me and wish me happy birthday.

"He’s doing well, Ana. Dr. Sluder is the one of the best in the country. Happy birthday, Angel." Grace hugs me.

"You cry all you want to, Ana – it’s your party." Jose embraces me.

"Happy birthday, darling girl." Carrick smiles, cupping my face.

"S’up babe? Your old man will be fine." Elliot enfolds me in his arms. "Happy birthday."

"Okay." Taking my hand, Christian pulls me from Elliot’s embrace.

"Enough fondling my wife. Go fondle your fiancee."

Elliot grins wickedly at him and winks at Kate.

A waiter I hadn’t noticed before presents Christian and me with glasses of pink champagne.

Christian clears his throat. "This would be a perfect day if Ray were here with us, but he’s not far away. He’s doing well, and I know he’d like you to enjoy yourself, Ana. To all of you, thank you for coming to share with me my beautiful wife’s birthday, the first of many to come. Happy birthday, my love." Christian raises his glass to me amid a chorus of happy birthdays, and I have to fight again to keep my tears at bay.

I watch the animated conversations around the dinner table. It’s strange to be cocooned in the bosom of my family, knowing the man I consider my father is on a life support machine in the cold clinical environs of the ICU. I’m detached from all the proceedings but grateful that they’re all here. Watching the sparring between Elliot and Christian, Jose’s ready warm wit, Mia’s excitement and her enthusiasm for the food, Ethan slyly watching her. I think he likes her . . . though it’s hard to tell. Mr. Rodriguez is sitting back, like me, enjoying the conversations. He looks better. Rested. Jose is very attentive to him, cutting his food, keeping his glass filled. Having his surviving parent come so close to death has made Jose appreciate Mr. Rodriguez more . . . I know. I gaze at Mom. She’s in her element, charming, witty, and warm. I love her so much. I must remember to tell her. Life is so precious, I realize that now.

"You okay?" Kate asks in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.

I nod and clasp her hand. "Yes. Thanks for coming."

"You think Mr. Megabucks could keep me away from you on your birthday? We got to fly in the helicopter!" She grins.

"Really?"

"Yes. All of us. And to think Christian can fly it."

I nod.

"That’s kinda hot."

"Yeah, I think so."

We grin.

"Are you staying here tonight?" I ask.

"Yes. We all are, I think. You knew nothing about this?"

I shake my head.

"Smooth, isn’t he?"

I nod.

"What did he get you for your birthday?"

"This." I hold up my bracelet.

"Oh, cute!"

"Yes."

"London, Paris . . . ice cream?"

"You don’t want to know."

"I can guess."

We laugh, and I blush, recalling Ben & Jerry’s & Ana.

"Oh . . . and an R8."

Kate spits her wine rather unattractively down her chin, making us both laugh some more.

"Over the top bastard, isn’t he?" She giggles.

For dessert I am presented with a sumptuous chocolate cake blazing with twenty-two silver candles, and a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday." Grace watches Christian singing with the rest of my friends and family, and her eyes shine with love. Catching my eye, she blows me a kiss.

"Make a wish," Christian whispers to me. In one breath I blow out all the candles, fervently willing my father better. Daddy, get well. Please get well. I love you so.

At midnight, Mr. Rodriguez and Jose take their leave.

"Thank you so much for coming." I hug Jose tightly.

"Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Glad Ray’s heading in the right direction."

"Yes. You, Mr. Rodriguez, and Ray have to come fishing with Christian in Aspen."

"Yeah? Sounds cool." Jose grins before he leaves to fetch his father’s coat, and I crouch down to say goodbye to Mr. Rodriguez.

"You know Ana, there was a time . . . well, I thought you and Jose . . ." His voice fades, and he gazes at me, his dark gaze intense but loving.

Oh no.

"I’m very fond of your son, Mr. Rodriguez, but he’s like a brother to me."

"You would have made one fine daughter-in-law. And you do. To the Greys." He smiles wistfully and I blush.

"I hope you’ll settle for friend."

"Of course. Your husband is a fine man. You chose well, Ana."

"I think so," I whisper. "I love him so." I hug Mr. Rodriguez.

"Treat him good, Ana."

"I will," I promise.

Christian closes the door to our suite.

"Alone at last," he murmurs, leaning back against the door, watching me.

I step toward him and run my fingers over the lapels of his jacket.

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday. You really are the most thoughtful, considerate, generous husband."

"My pleasure."

"Yes . . . your pleasure. Let’s do something about that," I whisper. Tightening my hands around his lapels, I pull his lips to mine.

After a communal breakfast, I open all my presents then give a series of cheery goodbyes to all the Greys and the Kavanaghs who will be returning to Seattle via Charlie Tango. My mom, Christian, and I head up to the hospital with Taylor driving since the three of us would not fit into my R8. Bob has declined to visit, and I’m secretly glad. It’d be just too weird, and I’m sure Ray wouldn’t appreciate Bob seeing him at anything less than his best.

Ray looks much the same. Hairier. Mom is shocked when she sees him, and together we cry a little more.

"Oh, Ray." She squeezes his hand and gently strokes his face, and I’m moved to see her love for her ex-husband. I’m glad I have tissues in my purse. We sit beside him, me holding her hand while she holds his.

"Ana, there was a time when this man was the center of my world. The sun rose and set with him. I’ll always love him. He’s taken care of you so well."

"Mom – " I choke and she strokes my face and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"You know I’ll always love Ray. We just drifted apart." She sighs.

"And I just couldn’t live with him." She gazes down at her fingers, and I wonder if she’s thinking about Husband Number Three: Steve who we don’t talk about.

"I know you love Ray," I whisper, drying my eyes. "They are going to bring him out of his coma today."

"Good. I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s so stubborn. I think you learned it off him."

I smile. "Have you been talking to Christian?"

"Does he think you’re stubborn?"

"I believe so."

"I’ll tell him it’s a family trait. You look so good together, Ana. So happy."