Shock was still running through me as Frank was already halfway unpacked. I couldn't believe it, we were actually here in Paris.

"You wanna grab a shower?" Frank asked.

"How can I shower when all of Paris is just outside my window?" I asked.

"Go grab a shower and then we'll head out," he said with a small chuckle.

I smiled and nodded, heading to the bathroom. The whole place was marble and huge. Frank got us the best suite here at the Shangri-La hotel and it was absolutely amazing. There was a fancy bathroom with a big bed and a private terrace overlooking the Eiffel Tower.

I turned on the heated floors and smiled before stepping into the shower. I took a quick shower before I got dressed into a little pink dress.

"Wear something a little nicer," Frank said as he fixed his tie. "I'm taking you out to dinner."

I smiled and dig through the drawers. I put on a fancy little red dress and some heels. I giggled happily, holding his hand.

We walked down to the elevator and went down the street. I swung our hands as I grinned, looking around excitedly. It was beautiful here, there were beautiful lights and pretty flowers all around. It even smelled nice, it smelled like the bakery on the corner that we were walking up to.

"We need to get breakfast here one day," I said.

"I'll put it on the list," he said.

"Are we going to the Eiffel Tower?" I asked hopefully.

"Not tonight, tomorrow," he said.

I giggled excitedly and he wrapped an arm around my waist. We went to a fancy restaurant and I gasped as I looked around. It was so fancy it looked like one meal could put Bill Gates into debt.

We walked into a restaurant that was probably the fanciest building I have ever been in. It looked like one meal could put Bill Gates into debt.

"I have a reservation for Iero," Frank said.

"Right this way," the host said.

The host was tall and wore a fancy suit, he also had a thick French accent. We sat at a little table and I smiled.

"Would you like English menus?" He asked.

Frank nodded and he got us menus.

"Wow, these are all so fancy," I said.

"And here you can even drink legally," he said.

"Ooh, I want some wine," I said.

Frank chuckled. "What are you thinking about getting?"

I bit my lip as I looked at all the French names and read their little descriptions.

"I think...confit de canard," I said.

Frank nodded. "Maybe I'll try the ratatouille, it's pretty much the only thing I know how to pronounce."

"While we're here I need to try tarte tatin," I said. "I learned about it in my High School French class and I saw a picture and it was absolutely mouth watering. I have been dying to try it ever since, it has always been my dream to be here, I can't believe I'm here."

Frank smiled, holding my hand across the table. The waiter came and Frank ordered our food for us. I looked around happily, a grin on my face.

"This is amazing," I said. "Thank you so much for bringing me here, this is all I've ever wanted to do in my life. This is my whole dream."

"I'm glad I could do this for you," he said.

"Maybe on the way home we can take a small detour to Italy," I said.

"I wish, maybe next time," he said. "I would love to show you my world."

"I looked at him curiously and he smiled.

"I would love to show you my world," he said. "Our world that we're gonna make together."

"We're gonna make a world together?" I asked.

"I really hope so," he said. "We've been dating for a little while but...you make my heart beat really fast and my head spin."

Frank looked down as he blushed and I giggled.

"You're so cute," I said.

Frank chuckled and we got our food. There was a live band playing in the corner, soft music that reminded me a bit of the string quartet from the Titanic. It was pretty full here, each person looking richer than the last.

"I-Is this place too expensive?" I asked nervously. "We don't have to go to these super expensive restaurants and we don't need such expensive hotel rooms. I just want to go to Paris, I don't need to go to such expensive places. Just a picnic by the Arc de Triomphe or a walk by The Louvre is fine by me."

"Nothing but the best," he said. "This may be your only trip to Paris and I want it to be memorable. When you look back I don't want you to think about how you walked by the Eiffel Tower but never went up or walked through the streets but never got to eat the great French foods. When we're old and together I want you to remember the amazing moments you had in your life and I want you to be able to tell our grandkids about all the amazing stories you have."

"You really think we're gonna have grandkids together?" I asked.

Frank blushed and shrugged.

"You're so sweet," I said.

I smiled, eating quietly.

"I hope that maybe we'll have grandkids together too," I said.

Frank seemed to relax a little bit in relief that I agreed with him. I giggled happily as I ate.

"How is it?" He asked.

"Amazing," I said. "I don't think I've ever tasted food this good."

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

I smiled happily as I ate. Frank fed me a bite of his food and I smiled.

"Amazing," I said. "I wish you could try mine too but it has meat in it."

We finished up our dinner and Frank paid for the meal before we left.

"When did you get...French dollars?" I asked.

"Euro, Baby," he said. "And I exchanged it when we landed, you were trying to find the bathroom when I did it. So, what was your favorite part of the meal?"

"The wine," I said. "This is the first time I've drink legally."

"You drinking illegally at home?" He asked.

I giggled, putting a finger to my lips.

"Naughty boy," he said, shaking his head.

We walked to a fountain and I gasped excitedly as I looked at it and saw all the little coins at the bottom.

"Make a wish," he said, handing me a penny.

I took the penny and closed my eyes, turning my back to the fountain. My mind went blank all of the sudden as I tried to think of what I could wish for.

I wish that Frank and I live happily ever after.

I tossed the coin over my shoulder and heard it splash down into the water. I gave Frank a kiss and he smiled.

"You tired? You wanna head back to the hotel?" He asked.

"I'm not tired at all," I said.

"You're jet-lagged, Baby Boy," Frank said. "Alright, well stay out for a little more but not too late so that way you're not all tired and sleeping through the whole day tomorrow."

I nodded and we walked down the street.

"Oh, do they have those romantic boat rides here?" I asked.

"I think you're thinking of Venice, Baby," he said. "But we might be able to find something here."

I nodded, looking into a closed shop that had pretty dresses in the window.

"Don't worry, I already have a day planned where we go shopping for pretty French clothing," he said. "And I was thinking that maybe we can bring Jamia back a necklace or a dress or something."

"I really like how you thought of her," I said.

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"Of course, a best friend of yours is a best friend of mine," he said.

"She's practically like my sister," I said. "We're always together."

"Well, I've always wanted a sister," he said.

"Did you really?" I asked.

"Well, I would've preferred a brother but I wouldn't mind a sister," he said. "But of course I had my imaginary twin brother, Anthony."

"That's so cute," I said.

"I used to make my mom set another plate out for him at dinner," he said.

I giggled, squeezing his hand. We walked around before my legs grew tired and we went back to the hotel.

"I'm not tired but it's already past midnight," I said. "I want to sleep but I can't."

Frank dug through his bag and pulled out some sleeping pills.

"Go get changed and we'll cuddle," he said.

I smiled, putting on a pair of soft cotton panties and one of his shirts. Frank smiled, stripping down to his boxers.

"You're really pretty," I muttered. "I love all your tattoos. Y-you're a lot prettier than me?"

"Are you kidding me? You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my whole life," he said. "You're absolutely gorgeous, Gee."

I smiled, giving him a kiss. Frank got a glass of water and I took the sleeping pills. I cuddled up in bed with him as he turned on the tv. Someone was speaking French and I frowned.

"Daddy, it's all in French," I said. "I can't understand it."

Frank frowned in confusion and flipped through until we were able to watch a cartoon in English. The pills were starting to kick in as I slowly fell asleep.

I was woken up later on, the sun just barely rising so it was still dark out.

"No, you fucking get that name," Frank hissed into his phone. "I don't care if you have to beat him with a ducking bat, you get that name out of him or else—"

"Daddy?" I whimpered.

Frank looked up in shock before going to the terrace. I could see him still arguing with the person one the phone but I couldn't hear. I watched him fight with the person before drifting off into sleep again.