Chapter 9

Donny and I got off of the plane with our bags in our hands. Well, our bags in his hands.

I looked around. "Donny, isn't this great?"

"Yes, but can you help me with the bags?" he almost dropped one. "Please?"

I didn't hear him. Or I ignored him... I smiled. "I can't wait to roam around this place!"

Donny dropped all of the bags.

I turned around. "Donny, don't be such a klutz."

Donny glared at me. "You're not roaming around this place. You're sticking with me."

"Why?" I pouted. "You're never any fun."

"Because you don't know how to speak French and I do. Plus, this place is huge and I don't even trust you roaming around New York City." Donny picked up the bags again and started walking away.

I ran to catch up with him. "If you want me to stay so close to you so badly, then why are you running away from me?"

Donny huffed for air. "You have to keep up with me right now. It's a long walk to our hotel and these bags are heavy!"

"Do you want me to carry a couple?" I offered.

"No...It's okay..." Donny struggled to keep them all in his arms.

"Good. I don't want to carry them, anyway..." I started walking ahead of him.

"Ann!" he called me.

"What?" I stopped and turned around.

"You have to wait for me." he stated.

I rolled my eyes. "Then hurry up!"

"Hey! You try carrying all these bags!" Donny snapped.

"I offered!" I shot back.

Donny sighed. "Oh, God..."

In the hotel room...

Donny threw everything onto the bed.

"Okay, can we go now?" I was eager to see Paris.

Donny tried to catch his breath. "Let's stay here for a couple of minutes, first, okay?"

I yawned. "Fine. Whatever you want to do..." I sat down on the bed and a couple of minutes later Donny went into the bathroom.

"Okay, I think I'm ready now." he came out.

I stood up. "Let's get some food!" I picked up the phone.

Donny hung it up. "Did you not hear me? I said we can go now."

I laughed. "I know. I'm not stupid. I'm hungry first. Let's eat and then we'll go, okay?"

Donny hung up the phone. "No, by the time we come back it'll be dinner, okay?"

I sighed. "Fine. Let's go..."

Outside...

Donny was looking at his map. "Okay, where do you want to go first?"

"Where do I want to go first?" I repeated. "I don't know what's in Paris. I can't even speak the language!"

Donny sighed and walked up to a guy standing in the street. "M'excusez-vous, savez-vous où le Tour Eiffel est?"

I stared at Donny. "What are you saying about me?" I asked.

"Shush!" Donny was trying to listen to the other guy.

"Avez-vous obtenu tout cela?" the French guy replied after he said a bunch of French.

I stared at him weirdly.

Donny nodded to the guy and smiled. "Oui, merci." Donny and I walked away from the guy.

I started to laugh. "You sound funny when you talk French."

Donny rolled his eyes. "Come on, it's this way."

"Where are we even going?" I asked. "What did you ask that guy?"

"We're going to go see the Eiffel Tower and I asked him where it was." Donny replied.

"You had a map right in your hands, why couldn't you figure it out on your own?" I wondered.

"Because it was confusing." Donny responded.

I took the map out of Donny's hands and unfolded it. "I know it...It's all in French!"

Donny took the map back and folded it up. "One, your holding it upside down, and two, I speak French."

"Then how is it confusing?" I wondered.

"It just is, okay?" Donny was getting sick of all the questions.

"Where did you learn how to speak French anyway?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

"Are our kids going to go to school?" I randomly brought up.

"Huh?" Donny was confused.

"Are our kids going to go to school or are you going to teach them at home?"

"Me teach them?"

"You're smart." I stated.

Donny sighed. "They'll go to school. I have to work anyway."

"Will I get a job or will I stay home with the kids?" I asked.

"Whatever you want..." Donny started to get a headache.

"Are we ever going to move out of the lair or are we and the kids going to live with your brothers all our lives?" I wondered.

"I don't know!" Donny stopped. "Why are you suddenly thinking about the future anyway?"

I shrugged. "I'm bored. I need something to talk about."

Donny looked in front of him. "Well, you're in luck. We're at the Eiffel Tower." he stared at it with a smile on his face.

I looked the other way. "Beautiful..." I stated sarcastically.

"I know, isn't it?" Donny was still smiling at it.

I rolled my eyes. "Is it dinner time yet?" I asked.

Donny glared at me. "Alright, fine. We'll go touring tomorrow. We'll go eat."

"Yay!" I darted off.

"Ann!" Donny chased after me. "The hotel room is the other way!"


Donny unlocked the door and I flopped down on the bed. "Can we eat now?" I asked.

"Yes!" Donny picked up the phone and then hung it up.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm hungry."

"I know. I was just thinking...Do you want to order room service or go eat in the restaurant down stairs?" Donny offered.

I thought about it. "Do I have to dress up nice if we go in the restaurant?"

"No."

"Then we can go to the restaurant." I shrugged and opened the door.


"Est-ce que je pourrais prendre le ragoût de boeuf ?" Donny asked the waiter.

The waiter nodded and turned to me.

I bit my lip. "Uh, yeah...Could I have this?" I pointed to 'bifteck et fritures'.

The waiter nodded with a smile and left.

Donny was about to laugh at me.

I sat back in chair. "Shut up! You could've ordered for me!"

"I wanted to see how you would order...Plus, you didn't ask and I didn't know what you wanted." Donny replied.

"I don't know what I want...I don't even know what I ordered..." I glared at the menu. "Wasn't he supposed to take the menus?"

"He took mine." Donny responded.

I put mine down on the table. "I still have mine!"

Donny pointed to the menu. "Tell me what you ordered."

I opened my menu. "Bifteck et fritures..." I pronounced wrong.

Donny laughed. "Bifteck et fritures!" he corrected me.

I made a face at him. "Don't make fun of me! What did I order?"

Donny smiled. "Fish soup." he replied.

"WHAT?!" I glared at him.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding..." he slowly told me. He didn't want me to make a scene. He knew I hated fish. "You ordered steak and fries."

I leaned back in my chair with a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God! If I ordered fish soup I would've made you eat it and then I would've eaten whatever you ordered!" I shook my head. "Besides, what did you order, anyway?"

"Beef stew." Donny replied.

"Ew." I responded without hesitation.

"its good." he shrugged.

"No." I replied shortly.

"Yes it is." Donny nodded.

"I said it's not!" I snapped.

Donny shook his head. "Be in a good mood now...We're on our honeymoon."

"I'm hungry!"

Back in the room...

Donny lied in bed. "I'm tired. I might fall asleep..." he turned on the TV and closed his eyes.

"Then so you have peace and quiet, can I go walk around Paris?" I asked.

Donny sat straight up. "No!" he snapped.

"Okay! Okay!" I glared at him. "I was just asking!"

"You could get lost and you don't know how to speak French...Stay here." Donny closed his eyes again.

"I know! I heard you the first time..." I took a sip of my water. Donny seemed to have already fallen asleep. He was really tired. Neither of us had gotten any sleep on the plane and today we went to the Eiffel Tower, unpacked, went to a restaurant...It was busy and at the same time it feels as though we did nothing. I walked over to him and realized that he really was sleeping. I tried not to laugh, but I giggled a little bit and left the room.