I’m going to treat her like the princess she is for the rest of her life. She’ll never work a day in her life if she doesn’t want to. Or she can do any job she wants. It doesn't matter to me, so long as she spoiled, pampered, and happy.
That’s my life now, and it’s more fulfilling than anything else. We eat, sleep, fuck, and I take care of her. That’s the way life should be.
“You shouldn’t let me sleep in,” she says finally, sitting up and taking a look around the room.
“You need rest now. You know that.”
She sighs. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m incapacitated.”
I laugh. “Sure it does. You have to let me take care of you.”
“You already do.” The soft smile that plays on her lips makes my heart clench.
I glance down at the ring on her finger. The wedding ceremony happened in Spain at an ancient church on the coast. We didn’t speak a word of Spanish, but it was beautiful and perfect and most importantly, it made her happy. One look at the church, and she knew she wanted it to happen there. So I made it happen.
She sighs and stretches again. I walk over to the table and pour her some orange juice. She accepts the glass gratefully.
“You’re still going to love me when I’m big and fat, right?”
I smirk at her. “You’ll never be big and fat.”
“Correct answer.”
I crawl into bed next to her and kiss her neck. “You know, princess, we could always stay in.”
“Oh, can we?” She smiles at me, a little mischievous. “And why would we do that?”
“You need your rest.”
“You’re not going to let me rest, and you know it.”
“True. I’m a bad liar.”
She laughs at my joke, and sets the orange juice down on the nightstand. I take my chance to crawl on top of her.
I kiss her full and deep, joy welling up inside of me. Soon, we’ll be a proper family. I’ll raise my son to love and respect people, and I won’t let him have the life we had.
All that matters is that Grace can find herself and we can live together, peacefully, loving, a family in paradise. Her French is wonderful, and I’m getting better. Soon we’ll be proper French citizens with little French babies.
I never imagined that in my whole life. But I couldn’t be happier.
With Grace and our baby, I’m more content than I could possibly imagine. The ocean stretches out into the distance and I have her, my princess, my love, the only thing that keeps me going. I’ll take care of her until my heart stops beating, and forever after that.
