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Stella melted just a little bit as he told her it was all doable.  She knew he would do whatever he could to make her happy.  She just wished he knew that being able to spend time with him like this was what made her happiest.  Maybe it was the hormones from the baby, but she’d gotten a lot more sentimental since she’d given birth.  “And I’ve been thinking about it... we’re going to come to your show tomorrow night.  If we put the headphones on her and stay in one of the boxes, Angel should sleep right through it,” she told him as she reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out.  “Because I wanna see my man sing and try to speak french,” she teased, stroking him gently as she talked before kissing him once again.

His gaze falls down her body to watch her fingers work on his pants and he finds himself grinning, vaguely remembering the scene she’s referencing to because she’d made him watch that movie once so long ago. He listens to every thing she tells him and he knows he’s going to make all of those come true, because who knows when they’re actually going to make it back to Paris again? Miles never thought he’d make it to Paris once, let alone twice. “I think all of that is pretty doable - especially doing one of those locks,” Miles assures her, lowering his head to kiss her softly as he kicks his shoes off in order to work his jeans from his hips. If it wasn’t for Stella, Miles would likely look a hot mess half of the time because sure, he knew how to dress himself when he needed to, but most of time he really didn’t care what he looked like.

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Stella tilts her head to the side as he kisses her shoulder, rocking her body against him and moving her hand between them to work on his pants.  “I want to run through the Louvre, like they did in The Dreamers and that old French Movie they took it from,” she said, speaking of the famous scene, “But we can’t do that with Angel so we might need to wait until next time we come,” she told him.  “I want to see it though, and the Palais Garnier... you know, the famous opera house?  But before we leave, the only thing we HAVE to do is put a lock on the Pont des Arts bridge... they keep saying they’re trying to ban it, but I think it’s romantic, and Kalli said her sister was here last month and she did it with her boyfriend so they’ve still got room for them.  I got us a lock from home and everything,” she said excitedly.

Miles laughs, but quietly because he doesn’t want to risk waking up their baby girl. “Yeah? And what other places are we looking to squeeze in during our visit?” He inquires as his hands slide down around her ass, gripping her there to lift her and guide her bare legs around his waist. He doesn’t care to waste every precious moment he has with her because there are times when he’s called away in the middle of an intimate moment between them and while most of this trip had been for his world tour? They’d been able to spend more time alone than they had any other time he’d actually gone home to Boston. This was special. Carrying her across the room to the couch, he sits down and keeps her straddling him, while his mouth busies itself on her shoulder. 

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“Easier than me after a couple glasses of wine,” she joked, because Miles knew more than anybody how frisky Stella could get when she drank.  To remind him of that when he was asking about their daughter might have been a little fucked up, but Stella didn’t care.  “It was good though, quiet, and I was able to make a list of more places I want to go before we leave,” she told him, making sure to keep  it singular so he would know that she wasn’t going to feel horrible if he couldn’t come with her.  She understood what it was like for him, and she wasn’t going to hold anything against him.  Except herself. 

He bites at his lower lip as she approaches him, his gaze appreciative. Miles has always, and will always, know Stella to be the most beautiful woman in the world to him. From the first moment he’d laid eyes on her until now, she was his everything and all he’d ever desired. Sure, they’d had their ups and downs, but they were here now, his ring on her finger, her smile endeared just for him and he didn’t hesitate sliding his arms around her waist when she approaches him. “It was long. We ended up goofing off a couple of times and ran longer than expected. I kept telling them I had to get out of there, so we’d get back to it and another tandem would happen.” He dips his head to kiss her softly, tasting the combination of wine and cheese on her skin and in no other country would the taste be as appealing as it currently was. “How’d your evening go, sweetheart? Angel go down alright?” 

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A soft smile crossed her face as she heard the door open and the fall of Miles’ footsteps as he walked into the suite.  “I don’t see how anybody can sleep when there’s so much wine and cheese... I could eat this forever, you’ll have to roll me back home” she teased, standing from the chair she'd been reading in and making her way to him.  Clad in a silk babydoll that he’d bought her the day before, Stella looked almost indecent as she neared him.  Her baby weight had been gone for months and she was actually quite pleased with the way the paparazzi had been treating it.  “How’d the interview go?” she asked as she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him hello, her words lazy and wine drunk.

Unfortunately, his interview had run a little later than originally expected. While he should have been back at the hotel by midnight, he wasn’t approaching his door until close to three in the morning. A part of him knew his fiance would still be awake, because she worried about him more than she would ever admit to him, but another part of him longed for her to be asleep for the simple fact she didn’t sleep enough when he wasn’t around. Between his tours and Angel, it was a wonder Stella ever looked as well rested as she managed to ninety-five percent of the time. Waving to his head of security, he slips into his room as quietly as possible - it’s more of a miniature apartment, as they’d been upgraded to one of the better suites - and quickly searches for his favorite brunette. “And why aren’t you asleep young lady?” He teases her quietly when he finds her, sliding out of his jacket and draping it over back of the chair as he crosses the room toward her. 

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Stella was impressed with her willpower.  Angel had gone down easy enough, finally used to the time zone in Paris, but it was almost two in the morning and Miles still wasn’t back.  There was security outside the hotel room, but she knew for a fact that there were still hundreds of fans lurking around the streets below, hoping for a single glimpse of her fiancé in his way back from the interview and meet and greet he had to do after his show.  She was getting sleepy, but she worried about Miles sometimes, and she knew that if she tried to sleep without him there, it would be fruitless.  So instead she waited, sipping a glass of wine and eating cheese and crackers, because that was her favorite thing about France so far, that she got to eat some of the best food in the entire world.  

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Doesn’t it freak you out that Facebook somehow knows that you were thinking of buying boots and reducing belly fat?

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“I hope so,” Narciso said wistfully.  The drama between Johnny and Gianna was neve rending it seemed.  He hadn’t had too much of a problem with it, but Giacomo had started calling him daddy and it broke his heart every single time.  What hurt more was that when he’d tried to use that as leverage in an argument with his brother, Johnny had only used it as backup as to why Narciso should actually BE the child’s father figure.  It was depressing, and surprising since normally he would be the last person people would think of to do something so selfless.

He shrugged in answer to Mia’s question.  Maybe not right now, I don’t think you need crazy ass hormones on top of the anxiety you already have with the wedding planning, but I’d like to have a kid within the next year or two,” he finished.  Maybe it was a lot to ask, but Mia came from a big Italian family as well, she knew what it was like.

She listened as he began to plan out how sittings should be and what were more important. It was simple as he said them out to be. Although, what Mia had in mind were more detailed and well, pretty much what she wanted things to be. But with how stressed she was feeling, she figured she would have to just go with what Narciso described and probably put whatever else she wanted to edit later. Right now, what her fiancee was saying were making more sense. “I think that sounds like a good layout for the head table, baby. What would I do without you.”  She grinned before giving him a swift kiss on his lips.

Mia was now collecting and putting away whatever layout she had around her while Narciso told her about little Giacomo and his brother. She knew how much he hated how his brother was being, but like her fiancee, she hoped for the best as well. “Your brother will come around, one day, baby.” She reassured him as she picked up a few charts and suddenly paused at his suggestion. “You want to try to make a baby?” She looked over to him and searched his face on whether he was serious or not. “Like, right now?”

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Gianna sipped her drink as she listened to him talk about his choices.  The one thing all of these women had in common?  “You like big butts and you cannot lie, I see,” she teased.  “What about Jessica Biel?  She’s gorgeous,” Gianna didn’t see why she couldn’t contribute as well.  She was the one making up the rules to this game after all.  It was always interesting to see how men responded to questions like this.  Many of them would be hesitant to have such a discussion, but Tommy didn’t seem to have any qualms about it.  She just wanted to show him that she was secure with herself enough to talk about things like this, and that she more than recognized that it was okay for a man to be attracted to other women. 

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Yes, yes, he had gotten into a fight, and yes, he did start hitting on Gianna once he felt like he had a shot. Her good looks and foreign accent had to do with it, but so did her good nature.

Tommy chuckled at her suggestion. He found it strange that she didn’t want to sell herself further on the date, but actually, he liked that more because it was less pressure, and it showed she was secure. His scarred eyebrow raised at her question. The one drink he had gotten through could pretend to get him through this. “Five?” he asked, sounding surprised. “Hmm, okay.” He was thinking, but he didn’t want to think about this too much. “Adriana Lima, number one. After that I can’t really go into rankin’, but Scarlett Johansson, Nicki Minaj, an’… this is gettin’ difficult.” Her rubbed at his lips, thinking about it.

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He shook his head as she suggested he decide who sits next to who.  “No baby, it’s not a dinner party, it’s a wedding.  We have ten people at each table, we just need to put them all in groups of ten and be done with it.  They can decide who sits next to who.  The only table we need to do the seating for is the head one, and that’s easy.  Me and you in the middle, Adriana next to you, Tony next to her, Johnny next to me, Gianna next to him, and so on and so forth with the rest of the party,” he finished, offering surprising insight into the layout of their wedding table.

“I dropped him back off at home, I think my brother’s coming by there tonight for dinner and even if J’s gonna pretend he’s not okay with being a dad, I know he’ll want to see him,” Narciso told her even though he admittedly wasn’t completely sure of how true his words were.  He hoped with everything he had that his big brother loved his son, that one day he would get his head out of his ass and give Gianna the wedding ring and family she deserved, but he knew better, and he knew that Johnny was too stubborn to do something so... rational.  “We could try for our own,” he suggested, changing the subject and wiggling his eyebrows as he mentioned having sex.

Mia lightly chuckled at his comment about expanding the family. “Oh, baby, know we will expand it. And not just at one or two.” She looked up at his gorgeous face and smiled. Narciso just knew how to get her mind off the topic for a short moment. “I know we’re already married. But this is the actually time where I  will remember this and not be so drunk, like last time.” Mia slightly frowned as she remembered waking up in a hotel room with a naked Narciso.

And as much as Mia would want to plan this whole thing and want it perfect to a T, she knew that it would be best if Narciso helped out. “I guess you’re right. Maybe you can list down who sits next to who.” She kissed his lips, giving him a late welcome home kiss, before taking the charts. “How was your time out? And where’s Giacomo?” She asked, only noticing that Narciso camd home alone.

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He laughed, not even bothering to answer her because she knew damn well he couldn’t help how big his family was just like she couldn’t.  “It’s cute you think we’re not going to expand it.  I doubt we’ll stop at just one or two kids,” he said seriously, because with the frequency of their sex and the fact that both of them loved children?  It made sense.  

Pulling her closer, Narciso kissed the top of Mia’s head.  “You need to remember that we’re already married.  Yes, it’s going to be a big deal to have an actual wedding, but essentially, we’re just planning a really awesome party,” he reminded her.  “If you’re feeling that overwhelmed, I can do my side, or you can call Adriana to help you.  You practically planned her entire wedding and it was perfect, she’ll help you out, you know that baby.”

Mia knew she had a problem. It wasn’t the wedding or the planning. It was her compulsive behavior to make things perfect and in order. It was her wedding after all. And to every girl growing up, that meant something special. Mia was getting married and not just to some guy, but to a guy she had a crush on for a very long time. She really shouldn’t be stressing out, but she was and she hated it.

Mia was so worked up with how stressed she was feeling and didn’t notice Narciso entering the apartment and was now locked in his arms. She closed her eyes as she tried to breathe in and out, and tried to calm down. She was slowly relaxing now and sank more deeper into her fiancee’s arms. “Why do we have to have such a big family?” She slowly said to him and rested her head on his chest and began to listen to his heartbeat. Listening to his heartbeat always made her feel better and calmed her down. It was pretty much one of her favorite thing to listen to. 

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Narciso had been taking advantage of the good weather and gone out for a walk with his nephew before playing with him at the park for an hour so Gianna could shower and get a little bit of rest after her night shift.  He managed to walk in the door just as Mia started yelling, and he found himself glad that he’d dropped his nephew back off rather than bring him home with him for a little.

“Mia?” he asked as he closed and locked the door behind him, walking towards the living room to find his fiancee once again surrounded by wedding things.  “Baby, what’s going on?” Narciso asked.  Yes, their wedding date was fast approaching, and they were having a relatively huge wedding, but they had plenty of help.  The problem was, Mia wanted to do things the way she wanted to do things, and while Narciso got that, he also knew that she was stressing herself out.  Moving onto the floor next to her, he pulled her into his arms.  “Deep breaths Mia... okay?  Deep breaths.”

It was still early April, but for Mia it felt like tomorrow will be the end of the month and soon it’ll be May and her wedding day. She didn’t realize that planing a wedding was this stressful and tiring. Especially, when she’s attending college and working at the hospital. She knew she didn’t have to work, but it was her goal to be a doctor. She really gave Adriana props for going through her own wedding with a breeze. Well, it looked like it was a breeze to Mia. 

She had the day off, although she had a class this morning, but she spent her free time triple checking on the wedding lists. She was now on the living room rug surrounded with a charts that has names labeled on tables. She was pretty much making sure that the right people sat with people that they got along with and didn’t have a problem with one another. It was really difficult in remembering who liked each other and who didn’t when she and Narciso has a big family. Hours had passed though, that she was still on sitting on the rug and letting out the most frustrated groaned. “I give up! I give up!” she yelled out loud while she pushed the charts aside.

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