Christmas at the Sr. Grey’s

All of these characters belong to E L James and are borrowed for the purpose of entertainment to those who can’t get enough of the Grey’s, however, the ideas as well as newly introduced individuals are strickly mine and are subjected to copywrite laws.

Christmas at the Sr. Grey’s
After the annual Christmas Dinner is completed, which was prepared by Mia and by the way, was beyond delicious, food cleared and dishes done by the men this time, we gather in the huge room which I call the Grey Gathering Place, and open our gifts. Boss and Ana have really gone all out with the gifts that they have purchased for everyone. All of the women got chocolate diamonds in matching bracelets, earrings and necklaces while the men all received matching tie pins and cuff links, in chocolate diamonds……. except for me. Then Elliot hands his little sister an envelope that is decorated with all types of French cuisine drawn on it. Mia takes the envelope and reads what it says on the outside.

“Consider this to be a little acorn from which a mighty oak will grow. Merry Christmas, Mia. With love, Elliot, Christian and Ana”. For the first time since I have know her….actually probably the first time in her life, Mia is speechless. She looks at her brothers and sister-in-law, who she refers to as her “sister” and very meekly says, “Thank you, you three”. She carefully opens the envelope, pulls out a check, 2 gift certificates and a note. After she reads the note, she squeals like she normally does when she is overwhelmed with joy, runs up to them, barrels into all three of them like a miniature full back and starts hugging them and sobbing, really sobbing, hard. Her parents look at the three of them as if to say, ‘What on earth did you give to her?” As a matter of fact, everyone in the room has the same expression on their faces. Dr. Grey is the first one to say anything. “Mia, darling, are you going to share with us what your gift is or are we going to have to suffer until you stop crying, which from the sounds of it, might be sometime next week?” Everyone starts laughing and Mia starts wiping her eyes and her nose which is running quite heavily by now. Her dad hands her a box of tissues and wraps his arm around her shoulder while she composes herself. Finally, she is able to speak. “Everyone, my brothers and sister have given me the gift of a lifetime. She holds up a check for a million dollars from Christian and Ana, and two gift certificates from Elliot. The check is for me to purchase land and equipment to start my French restaurant and the gift certificates are for Elliot to build my restaurant to my specifications and for me to hire anyone whom I desire to assist me in designing it. The value is one million dollars”. The room breaks out in loud applause and whopping. The sobbing starts all over again, except this time Mia is joined by all of the women in the room. Why do women cry when they are happy?

While I didn’t dwell on it, I just wondered if Grey was going to give me the usual bonus later on after we got home, which I have already planned to share with Sophie. While everyone was ooohing and ahhhing over their gifts, the boss and Ana walk over to me and hand me a neatly wrapped gift. Ana notices the surprised look on my face and starts giggling.

“It’s for your office door”, she says with a chuckle. The boss looks at her and smiles as if trying to stifle a laugh and Gail sits and just looks impassive. I take the gift and thanked them sincerely, knowing that if it is for my door, it too has probably got chocolate diamonds imbedded in it. Boss tells me not to open it yet and all of a sudden, I feel as though I am the butt of a joke which pisses me off because I am no joking matter and the boss knows that.

As if on queue, the room suddenly quiets. The boss stands by the piano and the entire gathering, gives him their attention. He looks at me and calls me by name. “Taylor”. I reply, “Sir?”

You have been on my personal staff for almost 5 years. During that time, you have proved to be a most valued and trusted employee. You have proved that you are willing to risk life and limb to protect my wife and me and not even give it a second thought. I know that there have been times when you have wanted to take me out yourself, just to stop me from playing my piano in the middle of the night, keeping you awake. However, you were still able to get up and run with me or work out in the gym by 5:30 a.m. If need be, without any sleep at all, you were suited up and ready to “roll” with me, regardless of the time. I know that you got so angry at me one time that I thought we might have to come to blows and we both remember what that was all about. There was the disagreement that we had about you “packing” and you threatened to “walk” if you couldn’t “pack” so that you would be able to protect us, which, by the way, turned out that you were right. It was this last incident that made me realize just how fragile life is and the fact that one person is so willing to lay down his life for an employer, is just beyond belief. As you know, I am a man of few words. You have accepted me and all of my crazy ways without question. I, on the other hand, have noticed some things about you, my friend and I say that because, you are not just my personal protection, but my friend as well. I trust you with my life and that of my wife and those of my children as well. All of that being said, it gives me great pleasure to present you with a gift that I know you have always dreamed of having. It is just our way of saying, thank you, Taylor for all you have been to and done for us. Anastasia.” Ana then looks at me and tells me that I can now open my gift. Talk about being speechless. I cannot believe that the boss has actually let me know how he feels about me. Good gracious. Will wonders never cease. I look at him and say, “Just doing my job, boss”.

I open the gift that is supposed to be for my office door. It is a set of the State of Washington license tags that read “TAYLOR”. I look at my boss and he says, “They belong on what is in the circle in front of the house. Everyone get your coats and head outside.” He tells me to wait until everyone else is out of the house. He then tells, me, “Let’s go, Taylor”. Those who have exited have made two lines that I am expected to walk through. As soon as I step out of the door, I can’t move another step. All I can do is stare. There at the foot of the steps leading up to the Grey Sr.’s mansion, is a beautiful, 2013 black shiny Bugatti Veyron 16.4 vehicle. The only thing that I can think to say is, “Do you know how much these vehicles cost?” I could not believe that I said this out loud to my mega billionaire boss. Everyone starts laughing. My boss says, “Well, yes, Taylor, Ana and I bought it for you so I do know how much it costs”. I could feel myself turning all shades of red for asking such a stupid question that everyone thought was so funny. The next stupid thing that comes out of my mouth was, “For me? You have got to be kidding me.” The boss simple says, “Well that’s whose name is on the tags. You know that there are plenty of vehicles at your disposal at Escala, but we thought that you deserved one of your very own. One that is Taylor’s exclusively”. It’s all ready to go. Bullet proofed and low jacked so we can always find you. Why don’t you put the tags on and take it for a spin with Gail, but don’t forget to come back and get us. We will be ready to go in a couple of hours. I finally get my wits gathered and say something that sounds reasonable. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Grey. Thank you so much. Thank you”.

As I am putting the tags on my brand new vehicle, I am remembering that the boss had me make him my Power of Attorney after I was grazed by the bullet. That is how he was able to get the tags. Tags in their proper place, I open the door for Gail who is as proud as a peacock to be riding with me in such a fine vehicle. She rolls the window down and gives a queen like wave as everyone starts laughing. I start up the engine and hear the familiar throaty roar which sends me to another planet. I can’t believe that Ana and Grey think so much of me. It is overwhelming.

I explain to Gail as we pull out of the driveway, exactly what she is riding in. I tell her to open the glove box and take out the instruction booklet so that she can become familiar with its bells and whistles. She does as I ask and along with the book, she pulls out an envelope. She asks me what it is and I tell her that I don’t have any idea, maybe a spare key but she should open it. She opens the envelope and says, “Jason, listen to this”. ‘Taylor, I know that you always share your bonus with Sophie. I didn’t want this year to be any different, just because you got the car of your dreams. Please accept your annual bonus of $10,000.00. Grey”. “Oh, Jason”, Gail says as she starts to weep. There goes that crying because of happiness, again. Women. To tell you the truth, I have to wipe away my own tears and I don’t even try to hide them. Talk about being overwhelmed. This is a double portion of overwhelmness.

History from Google
Though the Bugatti brand goes back a century to the dawn of the automotive age, it had died out during the World Wars of the twentieth century. The name was resurrected in 2005 to build one unmistakable model: the Veyron. Though Bugatti has only made about 400 of these amazing vehicles, it has managed to create several special editions, not to mention the ability of the buyer to configure the car how he or she prefers. Any way you sliced it, a Veyron would set you back a minimum of $1.5 million.
Every configuration of the 16.4, as the production version of the Veyron was called, starts with the curvaceous two-tone body. The small, arched grille is similar to the horseshoe-shaped grille found on Bugattis of old, with the oval “Bugatti” emblem in the center. At the 2009 Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, the Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport Sang Bleu made its debut in honor of the company’s 100th anniversary. The convertible’s striking appearance comes courtesy of blue carbon fiber and polished aluminum. The Grand Sport open-topped roadster is limited to 150 examples total, of which this $2-million plus one-off edition is one.
As we walk back into the mansion, Dad puts his arm around my shoulder and tells me, “You have been extremely generous, son. If you need me to, I will be more than happy to contribute to the cost of that car”. I look at my dad and feel a rush of love come over me. This man allowed me to be pulled back from the threat of death, took care of me until I became an adult, showed me all of the love he could muster, and showed me by example, how to be a caring man and he still wants to assist me with an expensive gift that I give to someone who I care deeply for. I turn around, give him a hug and tell him, “No thanks, Dad. I can well afford what Ana and I did here today. I realize that there is no sense in having money if you can’t share it with those you love. I really appreciate your offer, though. Dad, do you know how much Ana and I are worth? I make approximately $125,000 per hour. At this point, I am the second wealthiest man in Seattle and among the top 25 wealthiest men in the world. I am so grateful to be able to live the type of life that I am living that I can’t help but share my wealth with others. I love you, Dad. Now let’s go enjoy our family. And Dad, thanks”.
When we get back to Escala, I ask Ana if she thinks Mia and Taylor enjoyed their Christmas. Ana says, “I doubt it”, she giggles. “As a matter of fact, I think that Taylor is going to sleep in his car and leave poor Gayle sleeping alone.” I throw my head back and start laughing. I tell her that Taylor wants to keep his family jewels so he will probably end up back in her bed, even if it is in the wee small hours of the morning. We both laugh. I ask Ana if she is ready to turn in and with a smile, she nods. I take her by the hand and lead her to our room. I put my beautiful wife to bed, crawl in beside her, put my arms around her and hold her close to me and say to her, “It’s been a good day, Anastasia. It’s been a good day”. We then bid each other good nite, the only way we know how.

a little about Pt 2

All of these characters belong to ELJames and are written for our enjoyment and to “carry on” the saga of Christian, Ana and the rest of the Grey’s, Taylor’s, Gail and whomever we want to introduce.

Christmas Eve

All of us are preparing to go to the All Pilgrim’s Christian Church. I ask Taylor if the instruments are loaded up. “Yes, Sir”, he answers. Mom and Dad are going to be totally surprised at what we have planned for them.

Elliot, Kate and Ethan, are picking up Mom, Dad, Mia, Gramma and Grampa Trevayln, Carla and Bob in my large Audi SUV that he picked up earlier from Escala and Taylor will drive the rest of us, including Gail and Ray. I want Gail to come along so that she and Taylor can spend most of the holiday season together.

We get to the church about the same time as the rest of the family and still Dad and Mom don’t suspect anything. We go into the church and the minister looks at me. I nod at him and he takes his place behind the pulpit. Taylor has already set up the instruments while the family is visiting and greeting each other and no one is paying any attention to him except Gail.

The minister starts to speak.”Brothers and sisters, this may seem a little unusual, however, it was a special request from Mr. Christian Grey. Mr. Grey, I have taken the liberty to invite the workers in for this special treat that I am sure we are about to enjoy. I hope you don’t mind”. “Not at all”, I say as I get up and walk to the front, followed by Elliot and Mia. The two of them take their places, Mia sits at her cello and Elliot stands with his guitar at the ready. I stand at the pulpit and start to speak. “Exodus 20:12 says: ‘Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee’. (KJV).
“Mom and Dad”, I continue, “this is our tribute to you who have taken us in when we were left parentless in this world. You loved us as though we were your very own and showed us what the love of “real” parents is. I know within my heart of hearts that Elliot’s parents’ prayer was for him to find parents who loved him unconditionally the way they would have, should they had lived. God sent him the two of you. Then there was the little skinny neglected child that literally was starving to death, me, and I, too, had no one to care for me. My birth mother’s prayer was for me, too, to find someone to love and care for me. This is evidenced by the note that she left for whoever found me. God sent me the two of you. Still not feeling as though their little family was not complete, along came Mia who stole everyone’s heart. Her mom being unselfish and caring, knowing that she couldn’t care for her, made her petition that she would find someone to love and care for her. God sent her the two of you.

Yes, mom and dad, you deserve to be honored in every way that is possible. Your three children love you more than life itself and even though some of us, me mainly, might have been a challenge, (which drew a chuckle from the audience,) know that our love for you and what you did for us, shall be never ending. As our tribute to you and so that you and your goodness and kindness of your heart, shall never be forgotten…..ever. We dedicate this plaque in your honor which the pastor has allowed us to hang in the vestibule for as long as this church stands. When it will no longer be able to hang here, arrangements have been made for it to hang in a wing of the main library that will be dedicated to you in a special ceremony to be held in the spring. We now dedicate the musical part of the program to you who taught us that music is from the soul of God as is our love for you”. I walk over to the organ, raise my arm to direct my sister and brother so that we start together. We start a melodious medley that reflects our feelings, ending with the Hallelujah Chorus with me pulling out all of the stops on the beautifully sounding pipe organ so that we sound like a full orchestra.

When we have finished our musical tribute, we each reach down and pick up the three bouquets of three dozen multi-colored roses each, walk over to our parents, hand them to mom who is by now sobbing uncontrollably in dad’s chest, and individually we say, “We love you mom and dad. Thank you . Merry Christmas”. This is the first time that I have expressed my love and emotions to my parents. It feels strange, however, I feel good about finally being able to do it…..finally.

We start back to our seats and notice that there is not a dry eye in the place with the exception of Taylor who has the strangest look on his face. Not impassive like usual, but almost like he is shedding a tear and trying to force it back but not being very successful. Dear God, he is crying…..Taylor is actually shedding a tear and hugging Gail who doesn’t even try to hide her sobs. Elliot, Mia and I hold each other in a loving hug before we take our seats. Ana and Kate are having their own little hugging and crying fest as are the staff that came to watch.

The pastor stands up again and before he dismisses us in a word of thankfulness to God, makes the announcement that we are to meet in the Lake View Cemetery. Transportation will be provided to all of those who want to attend another brief ceremony that has been arranged by Mrs. Christian Grey.

I look at Anastasia as if to say, “What is going on, Ana?” She just looks at me with tears still streaming down her beautiful face. So that we can all be together, we pile into the church bus and travel to the cemetery. Ana and I are sitting in the front so we see what looks like flood lights in the area where my birth mom is buried. As the driver pulls to a stop, Ana stands up, and announces that she wants to share what she has given to her husband for Christmas. No one makes a sound as she walks back to her seat next to me and holds me back as everyone else gets off. The pastor directs the passengers into a large circle around something that looks like a statue covered up. Finally, Ana lets me get off, holding my hand and leading me toward the light that has dimmed but sheds enough light so that those in attendance can see where they are going.

She takes the portable microphone which the pastor hands to her, and addresses me. “You have cared for everyone you could since you have been an adult. You have always been concerned that you couldn’t take care of your birth mom as the little 4 year old that you were. As a tribute to you and Ella, my husband, I present this to you hoping that you will see that Ella is now, finally being taken care of.

The pastor, Taylor, and Elliot remove the large tarp that is covering the statue. While the tarp is being removed, the flood lights gradually brighten. When the tarp is completely removed, the flood lights put on a show the likes you have never seen. All you can hear are loud sighs and oohs and ahhhs.

It looks like the heavens opened up and shone down in all of its glory, just in that one area. There in all of its beauty, stands a huge shining white angel with a wing span that is 10 feet wide and it looks like the wings are folding around a woman in a protective stance and the woman has her arms folded around a little boy, holding him, seated at the foot of the beautiful angel.

All I could do was to stare. Tears started rolling down my face as I think that my beautiful wife would do this for me. I grab her, give her a loving, holding hug and whisper, “Thank you, baby. Thank you for having Ella protected. It is another chapter in my life that is closed.
We all climb aboard the bus after the pastor says a prayer of protection and thankfulness for all of us, head back to the church and get in our own vehicles and head to the Grey mansion for the exchanging of our gifts and the traditional Christmas Eve meal.

After everything is over, we all head to our various homes and places where we are staying…..some in hotels. Tomorrow we will celebrate Christmas again at the Grey mansion.

Ana and I get ready for bed but not in our usual way. “Ana, I really would like for us to make love but this day has been so emotional that all I want to do is to hold you and reflect on everything that has happened. It has been a good day, Anastasia, it has been a good day”.