Linotte Reads 50 Shades: Fifty Shades Freed, Chapter Twenty-Four, Part One

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Guess what, folks! We’re almost to the end of this train wreck of a book! Now we’re going to get some resolution. As with the previous chapter, we’ll be covering this chapter in two parts just because there’s so much good stuff in it.

“Much as I’d like to kiss you all day, your breakfast is getting cold,” Christian murmurs against my lips. He gazes down at me, now amused, except his eyes are darker, sensual. Holy cow, he’s switched again. My Mr. Mercurial.

Harvey "Two-Face" Dent

Here’s who’s playing Christian in the movie. Image via Giphy.

“You know,” I mutter between mouthfuls, “Blip might be a girl.”
Christian runs his hand through his hair. “Two women, eh?” Alarm flashes across his face, and his dark look vanishes.
Oh crap. “Do you have a preference?”
“Preference?”
“Boy or girl.”
He frowns. “Healthy will do,” he says quietly clearly disconcerted by the question.

Henry VIII

You don’t think he’s like Henry VIII and obsessed with having a son, do you? Henry VIII of England, by Joos van Cleve. Image via Wikipedia.

I understand that Christian is scared about the baby, but I don’t understand the depth of his fear. I resolve to talk to him some more about this. See if I can put his mind at ease. What puzzles me is that he hasn’t lacked for positive role models as parents. Both Grace and Carrick are exemplary parents, or so they seem. Maybe it was the Bitch Troll’s interference that damaged him so badly. I’d like to think so. But in truth I think it goes back to his birth mom, though I’m sure Mrs. Robinson didn’t help.

Really? You don’t think the abusive relationship dynamics with Mrs. Robinson had a huge hand in Christian’s issues?

Half an hour later, Clark is done. I’ve learned nothing new, but I have recounted the events of Thursday to him in a halting, quiet voice, watching Christian go pale and grimace at some parts.
“I wish you’d aimed higher,” Christian mutters.
“Might have done womankind a service if Mrs. Grey had.” Clark agrees.
What?
“Thank you, Mrs. Grey. That’s all for now.”
“You won’t let him out again, will you?”
“I don’t think he’ll make bail this time, ma’am.”
“Do we know who posted his bail?” Christian asks.
“No sir. It was confidential.”

How did Jack even get bail to begin with? Wouldn’t a judge think he poses a flight risk and could no doubt honestly hurt someone?

I nod, trying to contain my delight at going home.
As Dr. Singh leaves, Christian asks her for a quick word in the corridor. He keeps the door ajar as he asks her a question. She smiles.
“Yes, Mr. Grey, that’s fine.”
He grins and returns to the room a happier man.
“What was all that about?”
“Sex,” he says, flashing a wicked grin.
Oh. I blush. “And?”
“You’re good to go.” He smirks.
Oh, Christian!
“I have a headache.” I smirk right back.
“I know. You’ll be off limits for a while. I was just checking.”
Off limits? I frown at the momentary stab of disappointment I feel. I’m not sure I want to be off limits.

Will Ferrell Zoolander

I can’t believe I’m read this…and I can’t believe what a self-absorbed ass Christian is. Image via Giphy.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to tell Ray.”
“I should warn you, he’s mad as hell. Said I should spank you.”

What? Christian laughs at my appalled expression. “I told him I’d be only too willing to oblige.”
“You didn’t!” I gasp, though an echo of a whispered conversation tantalizes my memory. Yes, Ray was here while I was unconscious…

Groucho Marx rolling eyes

Oh, sure, let’s condone physical abuse ot the threat thereof, too, while we’re at it! Image via Giphy.

“Hyde had videos. Videos of all of them. On several USB flash drives.”
What? I frown, my skin tightening across my forehead.
“Videos of him fucking her and fucking all his PAs.”
Oh!
“Exactly. Blackmail material. He likes it rough.” Christian frowns, and I watch confusion followed by disgust cross his face. He pales as his disgust turns to self-loathing. Of course—Christian likes it rough, too.
“Don’t.” The word is out of my mouth before I can stop it.
His frown deepens. “Don’t what?” He stills and regards me with apprehension.
“You aren’t anything like him.”
Christian’s eyes harden, but he says nothing, confirming that’s exactly what he’s thinking.
“You’re not.” My voice is adamant.
“We’re cut from the same cloth.”

Yeah, you know what, they are a lot alike when you really think about it!
And we’ll have the second half of this chapter later this week!

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    amandamarieg

    Have you heard Garfunkel and Oates “Pregnant Women Are Smug?” Because that’s what I immediately thought of reading this.

    Riki: So, do you want a boy or girl?
    Kate: Oh, doesn’t matter as long as it’s healthy
    Riki: Really? ‘Cause I don’t feel that those two things are related. It’s not like one or the other.
    Kate: Oh, really, as long as it’s healthy.

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