My first FanFic on The Nine Lives of Chloe King. Hope you like it.

Chloe's POV

I awoke to soft kisses being placed on my temple. I smiled. It was my anniversary. My first whole year being married to Alek Petrov. And boy did I have an anniversary present for him. I rolled over, placing myself on top of him. "Happy anniversary." I whispered.

"Oh, was that today?" He teased. I playfully smacked his arm. "I love you, Chloe. I love you so much." I snuggled up against him, sighing contently. Just last year we had finally united the mai and humans. Everything was at peace. No more people trying to kill me, or Alek. My mom knew about the Mai. Of course, she thought we were all trying to pull a prank on him when Alek and I first told her. But when we got Valentina to explain it to her, it finally struck her that this was real.

When Alek and I bonded, I was only 17. Of course, she wouldn't let me get married, so I waited respectfully until I turned 18. And here I am today. Lying in bed with my true love, in our house, I know cheesy that may sound, but those are the only words I can describe Alek with besides "Mine".

"So, I was thinking…" Pondered Alek. "How about we go out to a fancy romantic restaurant? Then we can go dancing?"

"I love it. But for now, how about we focus on breakfast? What are you hungry for?" I asked.

"Chloe, why aren't YOU eating breakfast?" He asked. As always, he was worrying unnecessarily about me.

"I'm just not hungry." I lied. In truth, I couldn't keep it down. Morning sickness. I smiled. He was going to LOVE his anniversary present.

He must have known he wasn't going to win this argument, so he just pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and made his way downstairs, not saying anything. I took this moment to hop in the shower and freshen up.

I got dressed, and made my way down the stairs. Alek was cooking eggs and bacon. Oh, god. Here comes the nausea. I was already in the kitchen by the time it hit. It was too late to turn around, he already saw me. Dang it. He pulled me in for a kiss, when I lost it. I was struggling to get out of his grasp. He immediately let go, as I dashed for the bathroom. He trailed behind me, holding back my hair, as I was violently sick, emptying my stomach of last night's dinner.

"Chloe, are you ok?" He asked, his worry growing by every passing second. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I leaned my back against the wall, closing my eyes, wishing the nausea away. "Chloe, you are NOT ok. Whats wrong?"

"Alek." I sighed. He really wasn't making this easy. "Its fine. Probably just a stomach bug going around. Don't worry," I smiled encouragingly at him. "I'm fine." I reassured him. "Now go turn off the stove before your bacon is burnt to a crisp." Reluctantly, he turned to the kitchen. I could tell he didn't want to let this go. I just needed to keep myself together, and make it look like everything was alright, until tonight.

The rest of the day, we spent mostly in bed, loving each other, telling stories, loving each other some more. It was At 5 when I finally had to stop. "If we want to make it to dinner, we are going to have to stop." I reasoned. He was very reluctant to let go of me. Sighing at my logic, he let me go, and I got went to the closet, choosing a dress.

I ended up wearing a long flowing red dress. It hugged me in all the right places. I matched it with red heels, some silver jewelry, and a silver purse, which I put Alek's present in. I even surprised Alek by straightening my hair. I didn't do this often. My hair was so unruly, and thick. It took over and hour to straighten. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Alek was wearing a nice white dress shirt and black pants. His clone was to die for. When he heard me approaching him, he looked up, and gave me his cocky smile.

He escorted me out to our car, where he opened the door for me. I stepped in, and we made drove to the "fancy restaurant". Alek hadn't told me where we were going, but when we pulled up to it, I gasped. He had brought me to one of the most romantic place in town. He smiled at my shocked expression. We locked arms, and he led me in.

The waiter seated us, and took our order. I was surprised by how fast it came. I thanked the waiter, and she left us alone. "Chloe, I have a gift for you." He said, as he pulled out a black box, and opened it. It was a beautiful pair of diamond earrings.

"Oh.. Alek, you didn't have to do that! Thank you!" I leaned across the table and have him a kiss. "Well, I also have a gift for you. I picked up my purse, snatching the small wrapped box out of it. This was it. I was just waiting to see what his reaction was. I handed him the box, and he gave me a look of confusion and curiosity.

He slowly unwrapped the box, and stared at the contents.

So? What do you think? Should I keep the story going, or make it a one-shot?