Chapter 4.24, Generation 4

Chapter 4.24

Dakota

“Passports, tickets, wallet, phone, camera,” I looked through my purse and listed all the important things I was bringing for our honeymoon in Paris, “I think we have it all.”

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Trevor held the door opened for me and followed me with the suitcase outside of the apartment, “the cab is already waiting.”

We were running a little behind but luckily we gave ourselves some extra time since it’s an international flight. I was beyond excited to visit Paris.

Everything went smoothly at the airport and before we knew it, we were sitting on the plane.

” Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Welcome on board F 0575.  This is Captain Bradley speaking and I have some information about our flight. Our flight time today will be seven hours and fifty minutes and our estimated time of arrival in Paris is 11:30 am local time. The weather in our route is good. The temperature at our destination is now 20 degrees Celsius, with clear sky. We wish you a pleasant flight and we hope to see you again soon. On behalf of all our crew, thank you for choosing Air France as your airline this evening.”

The plane took off and after we were served dinner, they turned down the lights and most of the passengers fell asleep, including us.

We landed a little earlier than expected and the taxi took us straight to the hotel. Traffic from the airport to the city was bad but I didn’t mind a bit. I got to look around at the beauty of this amazing city. People were everywhere. Walking, biking, riding rental scooters…

When we got to the hotel the concierge attendant took our suitcases and we checked it. The hotel lobby wasn’t huge since it was in the center of Paris but luxury breathed on us from every corner. Marble floors, gold chandelier hanging above the seating area furnished with obviously expensive couches and chairs.

We took the elevator to the top floor and entered our suite. In the first room there were two couches, TV on the wall and a big gold mirror above one of the couches. There was a french door leading on a balcony with a stunning view of the Eiffel tower.

As we walked in, I noticed a big gold balloons in the shapes of numbers 2 and 1 attached to a cart with roses, some kind of deliciously looking dessert and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

I gasped, “what is all this?”

“I might have called the hotel before we left,” Trevor said with a sneaky smile on his face, “happy birthday, love.”

“Oh my God, that’s so sweet,” I said in a high voice and wrapped my arms around my husband, “I almost forgot I’m turning twenty one this weekend.”

“Well I didn’t. Now we have two reasons to celebrate,” he purred into my ear.

“Mhmm,” I purred back, “maybe we should test the bed?”

He didn’t bother with an answer, he picked me up and carried me into the second room with two big windows and, more importantly, king size bed.

We spent the rest of the day in bed resting after the long flight and then again getting tired by making love.

The sun was already going down when we decided to visit the hotel bar so we don’t completely waste the day. After I showered, I put on a brown dress with a very low cleavage that I bought specifically for this trip.

I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom where Trevor was waiting for me, sitting comfortably on the chair. I danced in and spun around before I stopped in front of him with one hand on my hip.

“What do you think?”

He got up and walked over to me, “wow, you look amazing. Can I buy you a drink Mrs. Morrison?”

“I’d love that,” I smiled and hung my arm into his and we walked out of the hotel suite.

Let’s get the honeymoon started..

We drank fancy french wine.

We bought postcards and souvenirs at some of the countless gift shops all over the city, including a white ‘I love Paris’ tank top that I wore as a true tourist.

We explored the city every day, starting with the Eiffel tower where we returned many times during our stay…

Arc de Triomphe…

The Louvre Museum…

Moulin Rouge Cabaret…

We ate at some amazing restaurants and enjoyed coffee and pastry at cute cafes with great views of the Eiffel tower. It never got old and took my breath away every time.

And we also spent a lot of time at our hotel room…

The week we spent there was unforgettable but now it was time to return home and start living our lives as married couple.

We took many pictures so I framed a few and made a cute collage to hang on the wall so it will remind us of our adventure every day.

T H R E E Y E A R S L A T E R

Time flies and a lot more than my hairstyle has changed since Trevor and I got married. We have finally saved enough money and are currently looking for a house. My parents offered to give us the deposit but Trevor refused to take it and I wasn’t thrilled about it either. We decided we’re going to do this on our own and we finally did it.

Changes weren’t happening only in our family. Three weeks ago, Nora gave birth to a beautiful baby girl Caroline and Dean and her are now very happy and proud parents. She was the cutest baby I’ve ever seen even though she cried almost constantly. They also bought a new house on a quieter, more family friendly street.

My friend Martha graduated from college and permanently moved to Hillside with her boyfriend Garret who she started dating three years ago after they left together from our wedding. I am very excited to have her so close once again. I love that we can just go over, me and Martha can have coffee while the guys are watching football. It kind of became our Sunday afternoon tradition. Dean and Nora used to join us but little Caroline is usually napping at that time so they can’t always make it.

I miss my other childhood friend Kyra a lot but she has her life back in Sierra with her, now husband, Tony. We talk on the phone regularly and from time to time she gives me updates on my ex boyfriend Dylan. He’s not doing great. Apparently he is still single, drinks a lot and gambles. I’m grateful for how things turned out back then. Who knows what my life would look like if I didn’t unexpectedly come home that night…

Trevor and I were touring houses with our real estate agent Linda for months now but didn’t find a house that would feel right yet. I often joked that she will drop us as clients if we don’t seal the deal soon.

As we were walking towards another property she wanted to show us I had a different feeling. Even though it looked like a construction sight with no grass, I liked this house already. It was a little white ranch style house in a great neighborhood with an elementary school just minutes away.

“This is a new construction and it’s not completely finished guys, so don’t freak out,” Linda warned us before she opened the front door, “it will be done within two months. The kitchen is done but you would be able to pick the finishes in the bathrooms.”

She said bathrooms, that means more than one – check.

We walked in and I immediately started picturing the space furnished. The kitchen was beautiful. Two-toned cabinets, gorgeous back splash and a huge island in the middle. I could definitely see myself cooking there.

She walked us through four small, unfinished bedrooms, two unfinished bathrooms and showed us the deck and a garage that would be perfect for Trevor. He could finally move his ‘pile of metal’ car as I called it from Dean’s garage. He always corrects me and says it’s not a pile of metal, it’s ‘work in progress’.

Linda gave us a minute, as she always did after a tour, to think about the house, try and imagine ourselves living there, “I’ll meet you outside when you’re done,” she said and left.

“What do you think?” Trevor asked.

I looked around with a smile on my face, “I kinda love it.”

“Yea?” he looked at me excited, “you don’t think it’s too small?”

“It’s perfect,” I shook my head, “I grew up in a huge house and it never felt like home. I don’t want our baby to ever feel like that.”

I placed my hand on my flat stomach and looked at him.

It took him a second to realize what I’m actually saying and when he did, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, “you mean..?”

Trevor pointed to my belly and I nodded, “I’m pregnant.”

I only knew for a few days and it was by far the hardest secret I’ve ever kept.

He didn’t say anything, he just stood there in a complete shock for a minute and than came over and picked me up in the air. We weren’t planing or trying to get pregnant but we also weren’t trying not to.

“We’re going to be parents, that’s incredible.”

I smiled down at him, “you’re gonna be a dad.”

“And you’re gonna be a mom. The best mom in the world.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his pure happiness.

“So we’re buying this house, right?”

“We are so buying this house. How can we not? We’re already making memories here…”

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