by Hamel, B. B.
I’m picking up on the local language. It’s a lot like French but not quite. The locals all make fun of my accent, but it’s lighthearted anyway, since they all speak such dreadful English.
“Coffee?” Leon asks, poking his head outside. He’s shirtless and stunning, muscular and incredible. I step to him and kiss him gently.
“Just a little,” I say. “And not that espresso.”
He grins. “I know. Pregnant.”
I kiss him again and he disappears inside.
I turn back to the ocean and lean on the railing. We have our own little cottage near the cliffs at the edge of town. I don’t even know how much this place cost but I bet it was incredible. Everyone around here is rich, absurdly rich. That’s just Monaco for you. Everyone is either rich or on their way to being rich. I swear, I don’t think anyone wants for anything in this place. Even the “normal” people are wealthy by American standards.
It’s like paradise. I guess that’s why they work so hard to make sure everything is strictly controlled.
Luckily, the hotel has gone forward without a hitch. I think it’s because I’ve gotten along with Charlie so well. We’ve become friends, weirdly enough. I mean, she’s the princess of this country, basically the second most important person after her husband, but she’s just another person.
She’s sweet and funny and kind. We get along really well. I don’t see her as much as I want, maybe once a month, but that’s a lot compared to other people, I guess.
“Here you go.” Leon appears next to me, a little cup of coffee on a saucer. “Milk, sugar.”
“Thank you.” I take it, sip it, then kiss him again. “Do you ever think about home?”
He frowns at the question. “What’s bringing that on?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Well, I honestly don’t think about it,” he says softly. “I mean, I think this is home. You’re here, our baby will be here. New York is just… where the business is now.”
I laugh lightly. “That’s the perfect answer, you asshole.”
“I know. I’m the best.”
“It’s true though. I feel the same way. It’s like America doesn’t matter, or wherever we are doesn’t matter. So long as we’re together. Is that strange?”
“I don’t think so,” he says, shaking his head. “I guess I miss some things about America. Some of my friends back home. But I wouldn’t give this up.”
“I wouldn’t either.”
He sits down on a little chair and stretches his legs out. “Tell me, what do you have planned for today?”
“Nothing,” I say, grinning. “Like every day.”
He laughs. “Want to tour the hotel?”
I cock my head. “I didn’t think it was ready.”
“It’s not. We still have another year of work, maybe less, depending on how the contract negotiations with the union goes. But it’s in good shape right now, if you want to see.”
“I’d love to see it.” I laugh and sit down next to him. “God, it’s weird. I’ve made so many decisions for that place but I haven’t actually been inside yet.”
“I haven’t either,” he admits. “I just got the call last night. We’ve seen it from a distance but now we’ll really get to walk through.”
“It’s exciting.”
“It really is.” He leans across the space and kisses me. I feel that spark, the same spark I always feel when my big Daddy kisses me. Two years, one baby, and we still have that intense physical chemistry. “Just one thing though.”
“Yeah?”
“Cerise is back.”
I frown and cock my head. “Really?”
“Really.”
“And Maxime?”
“Still in Italy as far as I know.”
I giggle, delighted by that. Maxime and Cerise moved to Italy after everything went down and even after their year was up, they didn’t come back right away. I heard some nasty rumors about them getting involved in some failed business there and getting a divorce, and it must be true.
“Should we worry?”
“Not at all. Cerise is broke and powerless now. I think the royals all realize she’s a joke.”
“Charlie definitely does.”
“Then the others do too. Charlie’s the smartest one.”
“Don’t let the others hear you say that.”
He grins at me and shrugs. “I’m very discreet, as you know.”
I laugh and kiss him again. We stay like that for a bit, sitting side by side and looking out over the ocean. The yachts drift on the water, bobbing up and down gently with the waves.
“I don’t ever want to go anywhere,” I say softly. “Is that crazy?”
“Not at all. I feel the same way.”
“Is it this place?”
“No.” He looks at me. “It’s us.”
I smile and I know he’s right.
It isn’t what we have or where we are. It’s who we are, what we make each other feel. We build the world we want together and that’s all that matters. He knows I love him more than anything and I know he feels the same. We keep that love inside of us, keep building it, keep working on it. And every day it grows a little bit stronger, a little bit harder. Every day it gets a little bit better.
We could do this anywhere and that’s what I love best about him. We are in this together, forever.
Leon, my man, my Daddy, my life. He takes care of me and I love him for it every second of every day.
I couldn’t change it for the world.
THE END
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