After a busy day greeting French government officials and posing for the press, Elizabeth was ready to order room service and stare longingly at the Eiffel Tower as she indulged in her sudden case of nolstagia from the safety of her hotel room; as she knew Fred would never let her aimlessly wander the streets of Paris to lose herself in her thoughts.

Upon entering her room; she tossed her bag and jacket on the sofa and grabbed the room service menu.

"You know, we could go out for dinner." Henry said, announcing his presence.

Elizabeth jumped. "Henry! What are you doing here, you scared me half to death."

"Just living in the moment my dear." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning in for a kiss. Her gaze softened and she kissed him back. When the kiss broke, he could tell she was about to ask him a million questions as to his presence, so he cut her off. "And before you start to worry, my dad is watching the kids and I won't be taking you to a restaurant we've ate at before for nostalgia's sake. I have reservations at a place we always wanted to go, but could never afford when we were young. And as far as your attire – I packed your dress. And finally, how did I get here? I was actually on your plane, in coach with your staff. You are a very difficult person to surprise these days, so I started planning this with Nadine & Fred the day after you told me about this trip. Seeing as I went through so much trouble, you have no choice except to let me take my beautiful wife out to dinner."

She laughed at his valiant effort to calm her worries. "Seems you have thought of everything. I'll go change." Walking into the bedroom she quickly turned around and walked back over to him and kissed him again before beginning a short tangent. "On the plane I was sulking because you couldn't come on the trip with me and then I told everyone how we met and about how you proposed it got me really emotional and nostalgic. So, thank you for surprising me. I think this is exactly what I needed." She whispered, kissing him again.

Henry smiled against her lips. He already saw the change in her he wanted. This was the Elizabeth he wanted in NYC. He knew if anything could pull her out of the rut she seemed to be stuck in it was Paris. "Honey, you really need to go get ready. We have dinner reservations and a stop to make first, so you have to hurry up."

"Okay. I'm going. Right now." She said, breaking away and he playfully swatted her behind as she headed for the bedroom. She quickly changed into the dress she wore in NYC that Henry packed for her, touched up her hair and makeup and re-applied her perfume.

"Elizabeth!" Henry called after a few minutes. He would never understand how she was always on time or early for everything, except when the two of them were going someplace.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." She whined from the bedroom holding an evening bag. "I just have to…" she muttered digging through her regular purse and transferring a few items to the small bag

"Finally. Let's go." Henry said helping her with her jacket and extended his arm for her to hold and they exited the hotel room, closely followed by Fred and three other guards.

As they made their way down the hallway, Nadine peeked her head though her hotel room door and noticed Henry & Elizabeth on the way to the elevator. She smiled and nodded to Henry as he winked his thanks for helping him to surprise Elizabeth.

They were in the car a short few minutes when it came to a stop. Elizabeth instantly knew what their stop was. "Would you like to go for a walk?" Henry asked

"Are we allowed?" she mocked

"We weren't supposed to be but I had to pull some strings with Fred. It's a much shorter walk than originally planned."

"Let's go then."

Henry helped her from the car and wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked over the cleared Pont Des Arts bridge her security team had emptied. The sight had certainly changed; there were many more love locks than there were there than in 1990. He lead her over to the dead center of the bridge and turned to face her, placing both arms around her waist as she patiently waited for him to speak.

"I brought you here tonight because I thought that given recent events that you might need a little reminder as to just how much I love you. I know you know it, but I think that due to the stress of your job, that you might need to hear it a little more often." He began, pulling her closer as she smiled fondly at him. "Elizabeth we've been through a lot in the past 25 years and I know the last 6 months have been especially challenging for you. It's also really bothered me that you've questioned my trust twice during that time; and you had every right to- I just wanted to make very clear to you tonight once and for all that you can trust me." He began, reaching in his pocket producing a small velvet box, revealing to her a sparkling diamond band. "And I couldn't think of a better place than right in this very spot; where I asked you to be my wife; to re-promise you my love and my trust." He finished, sliding the diamond ring on her left ring finger to sit atop her engagement ring. "And this ring is your permanent reminder."

Elizabeth smiled, a single tear almost rolling down her cheek, she leaned up for a kiss. "That's a really good reminder," she whispered before pulling back. "And for the record. I re-promise my love and my trust to you too and to never doubt it again."

Henry tightened his hold on her hips and kissed her again. "Good. Now let's see if our lock is still here."

Fred stood nearby, discretely capturing some stills of their exchange on Henry's iPhone camera.

The pair bent down and began gently moving the many locks that had been placed since theirs. Within a couple of minutes Elizabeth found it. "I can't believe it's still here." She said quietly, running her fingers over their engraved names. The lock had held up surprisingly well over the years and was barley even tarnished.

"Why wouldn't it be here? It's supposed to be forever." Henry asked

"Well when I read that news article a while back about the French government wanting to cut the locks off because the railings were becoming unstable, it made me sad. I mean looking around, I yes I agree it has gotten a bit out of control. But to take down something so special to so many people; it just wouldn't be right." Elizabeth explained.

She reached for her purse and pulled out her phone. "So just in case," she muttered, taking a few photos of the lock. When she grabbed her phone she also found a sharpie marker in her bag and had a thought. She retrieved the sharpie and held it up to Henry. "Let's write something on the back."

"That's a great idea." He confirmed, taking the lock from Elizabeth's palm so she could write.

She uncapped the marker and began to write in her elegant scroll, "Still madly in love," but she drew a heart instead of spelling out love to save space, "2015."

Henry picked up her phone from the cement and snapped a photo of the newly written message before they moved to sit on the iron bench behind them.

Henry wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she dropped her phone & the marker back in her bag. "Still madly in love huh?" he said quietly

"Still madly in love." She confirmed as his lips captured hers in a gentle kiss.

TBC