Thank you so much.”Alexander chuckled softly, holding her close. “Anything for the woman carrying my unborn child,” he said playfully, resting his hand gently on her stomach. Amelia’s eyes sparkled as she pulled back to look at him, a soft smile on her lips. “You’re really making all of this possible for me, for us,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “I love you, baby,” Alexander said tenderly, his eyes filled with affection as he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I love you more than anything, and I’ll always take care of you and our family.” Amelia sighed in contentment, feeling her worries begin to melt away, at least for now. “I love you too, Alex,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his. “I love you so much.” For a few moments, they stood there in each other’s arms, the world outside of their embrace forgotten. But as much as Amelia wanted to lose herself in this moment, the thought of the man at Jackson’s school still lingered at the back of her
Jackson sniffled, looking up at Miss Lily, who smiled softly at him. "I don’t want you to go," he whimpered. "What if you don’t come back?" Amelia’s heart ached at his words. She reached out and hugged him tightly. "I promise you, Jackson, we will come back. And when we do, we’ll have lots of fun stories to tell you. Maybe we can even bring you something special from France." She tried to sound cheerful, though she could feel her own emotions rising. Jackson pulled back slightly, his lip quivering. "Like what?" he asked, his voice small and tentative. "How about a little Eiffel Tower replica?" Amelia suggested, knowing how much Jackson loved building things. "We could get one for your room, and every time you look at it, you’ll remember that we’re always thinking about you." Jackson considered this for a moment, his tear-filled eyes showing a hint of interest. "Okay," he mumbled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "But you promise you’ll come back?" Amelia kissed his forehead. "
The flight to France was long, but in first class, the time seemed to pass quickly. Amelia found herself marveling at the comfort of the seats, the delicious meals that were served, and the attentive staff who made sure they had everything they needed. She and Alexander spent most of the flight talking about the places they wanted to visit—the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the charming little cafes that lined the streets of Paris. Amelia had always dreamed of experiencing the beauty and romance of France, and now, it was finally happening. As the plane began its descent into Paris, Amelia looked out of the window once more, her breath catching in her throat as she caught her first glimpse of the city. The sprawling cityscape was dotted with historic buildings, lush green parks, and winding streets that seemed to invite exploration. And there, in the distance, standing tall and proud against the horizon, was the Eiffel Tower. Amelia’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. “We’re here,” sh
“I thought we could start our day with a trip to the top,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. “Really? We’re going to the top?” Alexander nodded. “I booked us a private tour. We’ll have the best views in the city. Amelia felt a surge of excitement as they made their way to the elevator. The ride to the top was exhilarating, the view getting more and more spectacular with each passing second. When they finally reached the top, Amelia gasped at the sight before her. The city of Paris stretched out in every direction, a sea of rooftops, parks, and winding streets. The Seine River snaked its way through the city, and the sun shimmered off its surface, casting a golden glow over everything. “This is incredible,” Amelia whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. Alexander stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist. “I thought you’d like it,” he said softly. “I wanted to give you a memory you’d never forget.” Amelia turned to him, her hear
The next morning, soft rays of sunlight poured through the French windows of their luxurious Parisian hotel suite, illuminating the room in a golden hue. Amelia, feeling refreshed, stretched slowly and looked around, taking in the opulence surrounding her. The soft silken sheets and the faint scent of fresh flowers created an air of tranquility she wasn’t quite used to. Being in Paris had always been a dream of hers, but now that she was here with Alexander, her husband, and expecting their first child, everything felt surreal. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection for a moment. Her pregnancy was starting to show, a small yet pronounced bump that made her heart flutter with excitement every time she looked at it. Amelia rested her hand on her belly, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and love. She knew their baby was growing strong inside her, and it filled her with pride to be carrying this precious life. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. From the mome
Amelia’s heart sank. She had been so careful to keep their personal lives private, especially with the baby on the way. The last thing she wanted was for her pregnancy to become a spectacle for strangers and the media. Before she could say anything else, their driver pulled up in front of the hotel, and Alexander wasted no time in guiding her towards the car. He opened the door for her, his hand resting reassuringly on her back as she climbed inside. Once inside the safety of the car, Amelia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. "I wasn’t expecting that," she said, her voice soft. "I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again," Alexander promised, his tone firm. "No one has the right to invade your privacy like that." Amelia looked at him, grateful for his protectiveness. She knew he would do everything in his power to shield her from unwanted attention, but the thought of being photographed without her consent made her uneasy. She placed a hand on her belly, feeling the
"—I just know it." Amelia finished her sentence, her heart swelling with warmth. She looked into Alexander’s eyes, finding solace in his unwavering support. His grip on her hand was firm but tender, a reminder that he would be there for her every step of the way as they prepared for the arrival of their child. As they continued to eat, the conversations grew lighter. They laughed about the cravings Amelia had been having lately. "Remember that night you woke me up at two in the morning because you wanted pickles and ice cream?" Alexander teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. Amelia giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "I couldn’t help it! I never thought I’d have such strange cravings. But honestly, this little one has me eating things I never imagined." Alexander chuckled. "I’ll admit, it’s been an adventure. But I’d do it all over again if it meant making you happy." The sincerity in his voice melted Amelia’s heart. She never imagined her life would look like t
We’ll come back, I promise," Alexander replied, his voice low and soothing. "This is just the beginning. We’ll make more memories here, with our little one." Amelia smiled, her hand resting protectively over her belly. She could already feel the love that would surround their child, the warmth of family, and the promise of a bright future. Paris had given them a taste of what life could be—beautiful, full of love, and overflowing with possibilities. As they pulled up to the hotel, Amelia stirred from her light doze, blinking her eyes open. The doorman greeted them as they stepped out of the car, and Alexander wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist, guiding her inside. They made their way to their suite, and once inside, Amelia kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the couch with a contented sigh. "Today was perfect," she said, her voice full of gratitude. "I feel so lucky." Alexander sat beside her, pulling her close. "We’re both lucky, Amelia. We have each other, and soon, we