Ana's POV

 Summer started two weeks ago. Christian surprised Phoebe and Teddy with a trip to anywhere they wanted so they can learn more about the world , and so we could be by ourselves for the summer. Phoebe chose Czechoslovakia while Ted wanted to experience France.

Since Christian's parents are now retired and have nothing better to do than sit around their big house and go on elaborate vacations, they steal Julie away from us whenever the can.

“So how might we spend this day alone, again?” my husband asks with a loving, needy look in his eyes. Some people would classify us to still be in the honeymoon phase. I never thought I'd be so grateful to be without kids.

“Well...we could be a cheesy couple and watch chick-flicks while feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries.” I whisper, straddling his lap, throwing my arms around his neck. “Or...we could be a couple with no life and sit around doing work related stuff while yelling at each other.” I nuzzle my face into his freshly shaved, smooth neck, kissing the skin below his ear. I linger there, putting ,my lips right against his ear. “Or we could see how sturdy the surfaces in this house are.” I cover his mouth with mine, rolling my hips down on his. He lets out a strained moan against my lips. “Or,” I grab his face in my hands, “we can do what you suggested a few months ago and look into adoption?”

His hungry expression soon transforms into one of surprise. “Are you serious?” I nod with a smile plastered on my face.

“The older two kids said it was okay. Beside, Teddy only has...what...about one to two years left in this house before college, and I know he would love another boy in the house.” I say combing my fingers through Christian's hair while he contemplates my words. Suddenly he lifts me from his lap and carries me bridle style to our bedroom.

“If you insist, as long as we can test out the surfaces in the house afterward.” He chuckles.

***

"Kids, we have a surprise for you." I say walking in with their blue passports out of sight behind my back, my husband trailing behind me with his hands on my hips.

"What could it possibly be?" Teddy says, sarcasm dripping off every word. I place their passports in front if them and watch as confusion takes over their faces.
Phoebe picks hers up and examines it like it's a foreign object. "Where are we going?"

"You choose." Christian shrugs and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

“You mean we can go anywhere in the world?” Teddy eyes us suspiciously.

“Anywhere you want.” I confirm.

“For how long?”

“The whole summer.” Phoebe sits back going through her options, just like I would, but Teddy speaks with out hesitation.

“France.” I smile and feel Christian nod on my shoulder.

“I hope you know that this trip is partially for educational reasons, so I better not hear that you have a different girl with you every night .” Christian scolds and sits down at the table. I look down at him and he pats his knee for me to sit, flashing me a little boy smile. I do as silently commanded, and take a seat on his lap.

Teddy rolls his eyes, “Don't be silly Dad, I won't have one girl every night... I'll have multiple.” I glare at my son, and when I feel my husbands chest vibrate with laughter I turn to glare at him too. Teddy continues to grin his Christian grin.

“We can just send Sophie with you.” Teddy groans at my proposal and I grin.

“Can I go to Czechoslovakia?” Phoebe asks after a while catching me off guard.

“Why there?” I look back at Christian with a questioning look, but he shrugs.

“No one in this family has been there and it's a very unique language. I've researched it before and it's a beautiful place.” I open my mouth to object, but she reads my mind. “Navy can come or Ava.” I debate whether asking Navy's parents and I know Kate and Elliot wouldn't mind Ava going.

“If you can convince one of them to go, you can.” Christian agrees and out daughter smiles.

“And what would you two do all summer?” Teddy smirks. Now a days he thinks he knows all about our sex life. Oh how the tables have turned.

“That's actually what we need to talk to you about.” I lean forward clasping my hands together in a business manner. “I'm not sure how to appropriately approach this subject but-”

“How would you feel about adoption?” Christian interrupts me. My eyes go wide at his bluntness, but quickly recover.

“Like another kid?” Teddy asks. No a monkey.

“Yes, but most likely not a baby-baby.” I reason. Phoebe stares back blankly at us. And Teddy has a scowl on his face.

“You have three isn't that good enough?” He huffs. I sigh and look back at Christian. He sits up straighter, obviously this is a lot more serious than he told me.

“Teddy, you don't understand it now, but adoption is a serious thing. I believe every child deserves a chance at a loving home and if they are stuck in a home for years with seven or even ten other children, with parents that only want them for the monthly benefits they get, it really sucks.” He says. His anger and younger side very apparent in his argument. I'm reminded that Christian understands that completely. I shudder slightly when I remember that he shared that home with Jack Hyde.

“I wouldn't mind, but I already have a younger sister and an older brother so....boy or girl?” Phoebe ask. I furrow my eyebrows and slump down a little bit. We haven't really given the gender any thought. I feel Christian's hands grip my shoulder and run his hands over my arms in a loving way.

“Whatever we're granted with.”

***

“Oh Christian.” I throw my head back as Christian collapses onto my chest. I would cradle him against my sweaty bare skin but my hands are bound above my head so the best I can do is lift my head up and kiss his just fucked hair. With out lifting his head up, Christian reaches an arm up and easily unties the rope around my wrist. My hands instantly go to his naked back and I rub his tense muscles.

“Hmm, I'm hungry.” I said and as if to back me up my belly growls. Christian looks up at me with a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“You weren't satisfied with that four course meal?” I gasp and smack his arm rolling him off me and onto his feet. I sit up and he helps me off the kitchen island so we can both bask in our naked glory. Christian doesn't waste a second before he pulls me flush against his body.

“I think it's time I take my queen to bed, don't you agree?” I start to protest. I don't think my body can handle anymore of...that.

“Do we really want to test the bed too? I'm pretty sure it's sturdy enough if we tried it out last night...and the night before...and the night before that...” I trailed off, but all Christian did was smirk at me.

“I thought it was understood that we would go to bed to start our research.” Oh.

“I like that idea.” I mumble and drag him towards our room. Halfway down the hallway he scoops me into his arms and forces me to wrap my legs around his waist. As he continues walking, he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck and bites down on my flesh. “I am one lucky man.” He growls.
Next thing I know, I'm airborne, and then I'm sprawled out on the bed. Christian moves to the desk in the corner to retrieve the laptop. I watch in awe at the beautiful sight of his back muscles moving with every step he took. I quickly climb under the covers and wait for my husband to return to me.

He quickly climbs in next to me and fires up the world wide web. “Where should we start?” He asks. I curl up into his side and wrap my arms around his very muscular one.

“Anywhere you want. As long long as we start it together.” I know I'm a sap, but by the look on Christian's face he loves it.

Teddy's POV

“We should go visit the Notre Dame de Paris.” Sophie said pointing to a brochure she happen to pick up on our way out of the hotel. I roll my eyes and stuff my hands in my pockets. When my parents first mentioned Sophie coming with me, I thought it was a joke. Apparently not. One week with her so far and I feel like pulling my hair out.

“What is that?” I shrug my shoulders and hear her sigh.

“Listen I know now that you're older and all you hate me shadowing you, but this is exactly why I came here-” As we pass a cafe I see the most breath taking girl I've seen. Her boobs are huge! I can just picture her creamy skin wrapped around my- “Your father was very insistent that this be a somewhat education trip, so I'm making sure we visit all these places.” I nod my head but her words go in one ear and out the other.

“We haven't been to a club three days, I haven't been too rude to you, so I'm going out tonight. If you want to be a party pooper like last time, you don't have to go.” I reason. She stuffs the brochure in the back pocket or her shorts and adjusts her bag on her shoulder. We continue walking till we reach the restaurant of her choosing, Fratelli. I take my shades off as we take a seat by the window.

“Bonjour! Mon nom est Alphonse, et je serai votre serveur . Que puis- je obtenir pour vous?” I look up at the man and just nod my head. I don't understand one word he just said.

“Bonjour.” Sophie smiles at the waiter and then looks at me. “What would you like to drink?” I open my mouth to answer, but the guy hovering over our table eying Sophie's chest interrupts.

“Oh, you are American. So sorry, I assume. What drinks may you prefer?” He rephrases in a horrible attempt at speaking English.

“Wine please.” I say to Sophie then look down at the menu that makes no sense to me.

“Pouvons-nous se il vous plaît avoir deux verres de votre meilleur vin , et un verre d'eau.” She orders and the guy nods scurrying of to retrieve what ever it was she just ordered.

“His name is Alfonso by the way.” She giggles. I roll my eyes and sigh. Maybe I do need to learn some French.

“Mind translating this menu for me?” I say. Sophie is really getting on my nerves with her French speaking, giggling, and flirting with...why do I care if she is flirting with anyone?

“Yes, sir.” She jokes. Little does she know what that actually does to me. “They have pizza, salad, pasta, seafood, soup, you name it.” I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Um...pasta.”

“You still like fettuccine right?” I furrowed my eyebrows and nod. How does she still remember? “They have a chicken penne alfredo pasta. I know Gail has made it before and you guys loved it.”

“Oh, was it that meal we had when mom and dad were out and Juliet ended up being covered in the sauce and a noodle up her nose?” I ask, a smile slipping onto my face.

“Yes!” Sophia laughs clapping her hands together. “That took forever to clean up” Just then Alfonso comes by with our wine and water.

Sophie immediately takes a sip and holds up the okay sign with her hands. “Ce est parfait ! Je crois que nous sommes prêts à commander.” I'm assuming she told him we are ready to order since he takes his note pad out of his apron. “Il souhaiterait que la alfredo penne au poulet , et je voudrais la salade maison.” He nods taking our menus and hurrying off. I look out the window just in time to see a tall brunette unbutton the top half of her shirt and lean back in her seat to catch some sun.

“We should go to Languedoc-Roussillon tomorrow.” I say and Sophie about chokes on her wine.

“That's a nude beach.” I may not know many land marks in France but I do know where the best bars, clubs, and nude beaches are. I did some research.

“And...?” She shakes her head and smirks. A very sexy smirk.

“We'll see.”

“That was amazing. I can't believe there are people that talented to build something so exquisite.” Sophie babbles on after the tour of the Notre Dame de Paris. I just nod acting like I couldn't care less, but to be honest it was very amazing to walk through and hear the history of the place. And watching the expressions on Sophie's face every corner she turned was-why am I having these thoughts?

“So quiz time.” She smiles and I groan tossing my head back. “When did the start building it?”

“1163.”

“When did it officially open?”

“1345.”

“How many architects, and what were their names?”

“Three and Peter of Montereau, Jean de Chelles, Jean-Baptiste-Antoine Lassus. Can we go back to the hotel and get ready for tonight?”

“Sophie, are you ready?” I beat on the door connecting out rooms. I can hear the clinking of heels on the opposite side and then the door knob turns. Who ever is standing in front of me isn't the Sophie I know.

Her golden hair is up in a bun with a few strands framing her face, her lips are glossed to a perfect shine, and her blue eyes popped from the gold shimmery eye shadow. She wears a deep maroon dress that hugs her curves and reaches the middle of her thighs. She is decorated with a stringy looking necklace with gold, black, and diamond strings. I scan her arms and see a gold cuff hugging the middle of her forearm and her regular gold band adoring her finger. Her shoes make her almost as tall as me and have a spring that wraps around her calf in the sexiest way.

I'm sure my jaw is on the floor. I can't even control the thoughts that are popping into my head straight

“Now your the one wasting time. Pick your jaw up off the ground and lets go.” She grabs her cell phone, then my hand and drags me out of the room closing the door behind us.

The bar/club that we chose to go to is only a block over so we decide to save money and walk. Instead of waiting in line, Sophie flips a switch and starts flirting with the bouncer. Watching her press herself against him and touch him in a very un-like-Sophie way makes some emotion start to bubble inside me. I don't think it's jealousy, more like anger and a protective instinct. Sophie's like my sister, well...not when she is dressed like this, but still. Oh if only Mr. Taylor were here.

It takes less than three minutes of her hanging off his arms and him looking down her dress for him to let us in.

“Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and get semi-drunk so while your absolutely plastered and nailing some girl in the corner, I'll be sobering up.” She smiles. I roll my eyes and follow her through the crowded to two open bar stools. Sophie flags down the bartender, grabs him by the tie, and pulls him down to her level. With an idiotic grin on his face he leaves and returns with five shots.

My hand reaches for one of the glasses but she slaps it away leaving a burning sensation only turning me on even more.

"These are mine. You can order your own in a minute." she winks and drowns all five. Most people believe blondes have a high alcohol tolerance, but not Sophie.

Her eye liner is already smudging at the corners of her eyes and her hair is a frizzy mess. Her dress keeps riding up making me want to pull it down...for protective reasons. Acting as though I'm not even here she continues ordering drinks.

She has been yelling at random guys do the last hour in French so I have no clue as to what she is saying, but from the hungry looks they are giving her and the numbers stuffed in her top I can only imagine...

The while hour I have been sitting beside her stool surviving on one beer. Meanwhile she dances with multiple guys right in front of me. Does she know what I've been thinking about her? Is that why she is all over guys and practically rubbing it in my face? After being released by her newest dance partner she stumbles over to me and falls in my lap. She giggles, hanging her head between her shoulders with her hands grasping my thighs.

“Ok. Teddy.” She looks up at me. There is a hair across her lips, so I keep quiet and move it behind her ear before she talks. “Help me into an open booth, then you can have fun.” She giggles some more and pokes at my chest.

“If you insist.” I sigh. Finally! I grab my beer from the bar, wrap my arm around Sophie's waist, and hauled her to a small secluded booth in the far corner. “Are you okay now?” I ask, anxious to find some girl tonight.

“I just need a water...I think I have some Advil somewhere...” She trials off looking down her shirt. I run back to the bar to get her water in hopes I can stop playing doctor and have some fun.

“I need one water.” I yell over the music. Luckily the man speaks a bit of English and gave me a fancy looking water bottle. I don't bother to hear the cost, I just slap money down and walk off.

“Here.” I sigh, handing Sophie the bottle. She downs half of it and nods her head.

“Go. Have fun.” She smiles, and as an after thought, “Use protection!”

((A/N Long time no see!!! Any facts about countries and places in these updates are real and thoroughly researched. ENJOY!! vote and comment thoughts!!))