After we landed in Paris, France, our chauffeur, Jules awaited us inside the airport where he greeted us and ushered us into the limousine where we were driven to the hotel where we'd be staying for the rest of the week. Jules was a young twenty-eight year old working for his parent's tour company. I found their company on a travel advisor website when I booked the hotel. His warm, brown eyes and friendly smile is what brought in the money for his parents. He was ever so friendly.

Upon arrival, Asche immediately fell asleep after showering and I took the time to finish off what he so seductively interrupted. I sent emails and answered calls on my phone, keeping in contact with my PA and my acting CEO, Cyran.

I also got a few messages from Felicia stating that she'll be over in a few weeks. She mentioned how she couldn't wait for the baby to be born. I promised her that I would keep in touch and that she should hurry up and find a boyfriend.

She flat out refused. I wondered if she preferred women?

Our conversation ended there and I closed my laptop and went to take a shower. The cold water pelting my body felt amazing and I stood there for almost thirty minutes just cooling off. I had to if I wanted to give Asche's body rest. We made love countless times and I don't want him swollen inside.

I washed up and left the bathroom, finding Asche still asleep. I smiled at the way he slept. He was sprawled out on his back, his lips partially open and one leg outstretched with the other bent. His shirt rode up a little, showing his small bump.

I quickly dried off and dressed in my sleepwear, crawling into bed with him. I pulled him against me and he whined, his lips pouting but he fell right back to sleep. I kissed his hair and snuggled behind him, feeling relaxed and content. I had plans for him and I do hope that he enjoyed himself.

Feeling light and comfortable, I dozed off with my mate in my arms, excited for the days ahead.

***

"Drakos I can't be seen with this strange bump in front of me." Asche nervously glanced at himself in the mirror. He wore jeans pants with a blood-red shirt that had Japanese writing on it.

I went over to him and stood behind him, staring at his alluring features in the mirror. I ran my hands down his arms and kissed his shoulder. "Do you want to wear one of my t-shirts?"

"They'll be huge on me," He frowned, lowering his eyes.

"Do you feel as if people will stare? Well, I know some will, but do you really care? They wouldn't have any idea that you're pregnant." I assured him, placing my head on the crook of his neck and shoulders, using my hand to tilt his chin up. "You're beautiful, Asche. Inside and out. I know it and I see it. If you're not comfortable with going in crowds, I'll take you somewhere secluded. Is that alright?"

He nodded and I kissed his cheek, moving away to gather our belongings. "Jules is waiting downstairs, come on, let's not keep him waiting." I slipped on my sunglasses and shoved my wallet in my back pocket just as he came over to me looking timid and shy.

I took his hand in mine and kissed it. "My liare."

He blushed and his eyes dipped low.

I chuckled, loving this side of him as well. Asche had many shades, I wondered which one he'll show me today.

***

Our first destination was a local French bakery where I bought several la baguette ordinaire as the French would call it. Asche seemed to love the freshly baked bread that he gobbled down rather quickly. I ate mine with a cup of coffee, sipping the bitter liquid as I studied my mate.

He moaned in delight, slouching in the chair as he rubbed his tummy and closed his eyes.

"You have to buy more of this bread, I think the baby likes it." He smacked and then licked his lips.

I smiled, "I'll keep that in mind."

"So where are we going?" He asked, glancing out the window after he drank a bottle full of orange juice, burping afterward.

"We're going to 'The Wall Of Love'". I said simply, sipping my coffee.

"Are you serious?" He sat up, excited. "I always wanted to go there! I saw pictures and stuff with couples posed in front of it."

My smile broadened and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed that he showed such enthusiasm. One point for me. "We have many places we can go and see but I am eager to take you there first."

"I can't believe I'm going there! I have to take a few pictures and send them to Kirk!"

"You can take as much as you want," I said, finishing off my coffee and settling the cup in the cupholder.

He beamed, staring out the window as if he was in a trance.

We arrived moments later and Jules lead us to the Jehan Rictus Square where other tourists bustled around the 430 sq ft wall, either taking pictures, kissing, or embracing.

Asche walked ahead of me, surveying the area with awe. I allowed him his space as he slowly went over to the tiled wall where the phrase 'I love you' greeted him in two hundred and fifty languages. Jules kept close to Asche, explaining the history of the impressive wall.

It is a pity that my language was not represented on the wall. No matter, my lips can say it to him as much as my breath allowed me to. My actions can show it, speaking much louder than my words.

Asche held up his phone and took several pictures of the wall and moved around when he started to record, careful not to bump into the other tourists around him.

I began crossing over to him, attracting the attention of a few ladies who smiled coquettishly, whispering to themselves as I strode by.

I overheard their conversation, right before I brushed past.

"Oh my, isn't he good on the eyes." A blond-haired one, with her hair trimmed in a pixie cut said.

"His aura alone makes my insides tingle. Sweet mercy, he's looking right this way!" The long-haired brunette one, gasped, ogling me openly.

I nodded at them in a greeting, causing them to blush.

"Excuse me," The blonde-haired one called out. I stopped, trying not to be rude by simply walking away.

"Are you here alone?" She asked, looking at my left and right, searching for my companion.

That is when I smiled, "I'm not. Actually, my boyfriend is right over there, waiting for me. I tipped my head in Asche's direction who coincidently turned around to search for me at that moment, his eyes zoning in on us.

They all blushed and gaped at Asche who came over to me with Jules right on his trail, keeping a safe distance.

"Hey, baby," He held me by my left side possessively, kissing my cheek. "What kept you? I've been waiting a while for you to catch up with us." He then stared at the women malevolently who hurriedly excused themselves and scurried off in embarrassment.

My heart swelled at what he did. There's no doubt in my mind that he was jealous. The look on his face said it all.

With a rush of love for him, I kissed him briefly.

"I love it when you're jealous."

"I am not." He denied, unlatching himself and making a move to turn away but I gripped his hand gently with a broad grin.

"Say what you want, I know jealousy when I see it, my jealous little lover."

He blushed and snatched his hand away, walking off with a prideful stride.

I chuckled. He's slowly shedding his skin.

***