is the movie like the the first book 50 shades of grey

The scene I walk into trips my heart into a free fall.

I still can’t believe that he’s used my vow of obedience against me. It’s a slim sliver of hope but something I can hold on to for the courage I need to ask him. Maybe Christian will change his mind about sending us there.

Montesano is a long way from Vegas, he might still be on the road, enjoying the sights and unaware of the danger that we find ourselves in. It occurs to me that Ray might not be home.

I throw on a pair of jeans and drag a comb through my wet tresses before I’m ready to face my treasured family again. The pitiful hospital shower does nothing to ease the growing tension in my body I’d give anything to wash away our worries along with the soapy water down the drain. I love hearing them so cheerful but that together with the emotions that are packed tight in my chest sends me to the en-suite, as much to brush my teeth as to hide the near tears. “No champ, not so much.” They laugh as Chris tries to wiggle away from Christian’s grip, not too hard though it’s fun to play with daddy. With a soft Chuckle Christian pulls him closer, ruffling his hair before a giggling tickle attack ensues. “Careful buddy, don’t bump daddy’s arm.”Ĭhris turns to Christian, “Does it hurt daddy?” His small finger prods against the white bandage, blissfully unaware of the grave implications of the injury. Turning, we both smile through our gloom. We stare at each other, miserable for a minute before Chris scales up our blanket covered limbs like a mountain. He’s torn up over our situation, not wanting me to go any less than I want to but our safety comes first. I’d be blind if I didn’t see the love in his eyes, and the pain. “Baby.” It’s a greeting, a statement, a question – all in one. My first blush for the day shows up, pinking my cheeks just because his scrutiny is so close. We’re in hospital, it’s my husband’s uninjured arm that I’m wrapped in and today he wants to send me away.īefore I can start crying I open my eyes, blinking straight into the concerned slate of Christian’s. For a moment I enjoy the sensation of his warm, hard body twined around mine before reality makes a stark appearance in my sleepy daze. Stinging rays of bright light rouse me, still locked in Christian’s arm.

Is the movie like the the first book 50 shades of grey