Page 57 of Beyond our Forever

“So what do you think of the idea of going to France with me for a couple days?”

What do I think?

I squealed with excitement, jumping up from the sofa. If you’re looking to add some gasoline to the flame, there was no better place than the city whose name was synonymous with romance, and my dream destination. I’ve dreamt about going there for fucking forever!

Paris.

Bruce and I in Paris.

Alone in Paris.

Long live love!

“I hope your reaction means you’re coming with me?”

Wait…what?

“You’re an idiot,” I rebuked him. “You don’t play fair, you almost gave me a heart attack when I started imagining a thousand things.”

“Will you ever learn not to worry so much?” he asked, trapping me in his arms, holding me to his chest.

“Are you ever going to stop with the bad jokes?”

A kiss.

Then another.

And one more.

“It’s part of my charm, love.”

It was true, although sometimes I didn’t exactly love it. It was all part of Bruce Leighton my beloved husband.

“So we’re really going to Paris?” I clarified, because I wanted to start making plans right now.

“Your dream is becoming true. We’re really going to Paris,” he stated with a nod.

I began to list out in my head everything I’d have to do before leaving. If I was really organized, I’d be able to manage everything. The children’s schedule, letting my parents-in-law know about the dates and see if they were available—I really hope so.

Because we were going to France.

My husband and I were going to Paris.

“How many days did you say we’ll be going for?”

This was important, I couldn’t leave my children for more than two weeks, no matter how great their grandparents were.

“Shouldn’t need more than ten days for work, although that depends on how the meetings are scheduled. Then I thought about asking for a week of vacation, as I’ve accumulated some days. You know, to really take advantage and explore the city and maybe some of the countryside.”

“Do you have a date in mind?”

“We’re hoping it will be in the middle of June, when the children will be on vacation, so that won’t be a problem.”

That would be perfect timing so that my in-laws wouldn’t have to get up early, fighting against the clock to have them ready on time.

I was so happy that all the pieces were falling into place, as if this trip was meant to be.

When I glanced at the clock by the bed, I saw that it was still early, so there was just enough time. All I wanted was to take off my clothes, then rip his off to thank him in a very special way for turning his work trip into something wonderful for us.

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