The room was still and calm. Only the sounds of their heavy breathing could be heard from the bed as Yves shifted, leaning up on his elbow. His head was resting in one hand as his eyes watched Sofia. His free hand was tracing small, light circles on her bare stomach. He was tracing ever feature on her face; every line, every curve, every little dimple. He already knew them all, of course. However, he didn't know how long this moment would last and he wanted to make sure that her face was burned perfectly into his memory.

"What's wrong?" Sofia's voice rang softly in his ears as his eyes lifted to hers.

Yves smiled and gave his head a tiny shake as his palm lay flat against her skin. She shifted under his touch and he could feel the warmth of her naked body against his hand. "Nothing," he whispered. "I just… I missed this." He leaned in once he finished and pressed a soft kiss to a spot beside his hand.

As he moved, Sofia ran her hand slowly through Yves' hair, giving it a slight tug that he knew to be her indication that she wanted a kiss. He lifted his head and answered her demand by pressing his lips to hers. He could remember that sweet taste. It was like some kind of exotic candy that once he got a taste of, Yves couldn't help but want more. They held onto the kiss for a moment he felt her hand clutching the back of his neck now and her body rose to his. He loved their closeness, and definitely didn't want it to end. He knew eventually it would have too though.

"Yves," Sofia started. She knew she was going to have to talk to him, but she didn't want to ruin this perfect moment. "Can we talk?" She whispered against his lips before he pulled back.

They lay there for a moment; each staring into the other eyes, each wanting to know what the other had been up to the past ten years since they last spoke.

"What –what do you wanna talk about?" Yves' voice cracked as he spoke.

"Anything. Everything." Her eyes were slowly scanning over his lips, before moving back to his eyes, holding his gaze. "Nothing."

Yves shifted onto both elbows, his arms crossing under him as his chin rested on her stomach slightly tilted so he could still watch her eyes. "Where is David?"

"Yves… Do we have to talk about him?" Sofia fell back against her pillow and both her hands rose to rub her tired eyes before pushing her hair back. She knew Yves wouldn't drop the question. She might as well just get it over with, right? "He left me, about three months after I got back the last time."

She could feel Yves' eyes boring into her. She couldn't look at him as her eyes fell on the ceiling above her. "And how about, what's her name?"

"We… It didn't work out. It lasted about three days after I returned that weekend." He watched her as he spoke. "She threw me out." He gave a little shrug before pressing another kiss to Sofia's stomach, making sure she was actually listening to him. "So, David just left. Did he know about…" Yves furrowed his brow as he thought before remembering he hadn't actually caught the name of the child that had been with her. "The child?"

"Oh, he knew." Sofia rose up onto both elbows, looking down to him. "That was one of his main reasons for leaving."

"He didn't want a kid? Didn't think he could raise one?"

Sofia's head shook. She knew she was going to have to tell him, but was right now the right time? Could he handle it? She lifted one hand and pushed his hair from his eyes. She smiled at the bed hair that he had and chewed lightly on the inside of her lip.

"He didn't want to raise a child that…" She quickly stopped herself. How the hell would she tell him?

"A child that was what? That was perfect?" Yves smiled his smile and Sofia felt herself melt. "She looks perfect; gorgeous like her mother. What's her name?"

Sofia ran her thumb gently over Yves' cheek as he spoke, and a light laugh passed her lips as he spoke of Chloe looking like her. Ever since the child had been born, she had seen Yves in her. Her eyes were his. She also had the exact cute little dimples in her cheeks when she smiled that were identical to his. "Chloe..." Sofia whispered softly. "Chloe Yvette."

The room grew silent again as their eyes met. Yves smiled as he heard the child's middle name, knowing that it was the female form of his own name. "Good strong name you've given her, Sofia." He nodded once and rested his head to Sofia's stomach.

As they lay there, Sofia brushed her fingers gently through his hair again not unlike she would do for her daughter if she had climbed into bed during the night after a nightmare or simply just needing a cuddle. Sofia allowed herself to just get lost in the moment as they both lay there, silent. It was inevitable that the topic of Chloe being Yves' daughter would come up, but was it selfish for Sofia to want just one last perfect night with him before he hated her? Of course not, she thought. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to tell him, and an extra few hours couldn't or wouldn't hurt, right?

"Tell me about her, Sofia." Yves lips brushed gently over her stomach as he spoke and he inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. "Tell me about the past ten years. I want to know it all."

"There really isn't any…."

"Sofia, please?" He peered up to her as Sofia knitted her brows together. Had he put it together already? Had he guessed she was his?

"After that Summer, and David leaving I moved back in with my parents. That didn't last long. As soon as Chloe was about one, we got our own little house with our own little garden where we plant our flowers every year." Sofia paused, chewing on her lip as she remembered the amazing memories she had made with her daughter before continuing. "I managed to get a better writing job. Turning peoples words into something more beautiful. I wrote a children's book. Of course, Chloe is the only one to have read it."

Sofia laughed to herself as she went through the years, telling Yves about every little detail. She watched him as she spoke and his eyes would light up when he heard about how well things had gone for her. Sofia purposely left out the struggles that both she and Chloe had had at certain points in their life. He didn't need to know about those.

"What about you? You've bound to have had a good life, no?" Sofia questioned as she shifted and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I mean, with your ex not nagging you like you said she did."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Yves started as he shifted also, moving to sit by Sofia. "It was great not being under her beck and call, but there was always something missing." He shrugged and nodded towards Sofia. "I tried to look for you, Sofia. A few times."

"You what?"

"I looked for you. I'd take any job I could use to travel around and search for you. "

"I didn't change my name back, after David left." Sofia watched him closely. She knew the time was coming. She knew she was going to have to tell him that she'd been searching for him, and every year on the date they had both met in this very hotel eighteen years ago, she'd call the Hotel and ask if he'd returned. The answer of course would always be 'No', but yet she would call again the next year.

"Sofia?" Yves shifted once more, lifting his leg over hers and lowering himself down to straddle her lap. "Why didn't you tell me? In the restaurant… Why haven't you told me yet, even though we've been laying here for hours?"

She knew what he was talking about and as much as she tried to look away, she couldn't. She didn't want to look into the pain that had crept into his eyes. The hurt that was there only caused her own heart to ache.

"I… I wanted to, Yves." He hand rose, resting gently on his cheek as she spoke, gently caressing. "At the restaurant, I wanted to scream it.. but I couldn't. I was afraid."

"Why?" His hand rose to land softly on hers. "Why be scared? Sofia, I have a daughter… another daughter."

Sofia couldn't help but notice the beam that had overtaken his features. He looked happy. He didn't look hurt, nor angry. "I… You're happy?"

"Sofia, why would you think I'd be anything else?" Yves leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to hers. Her sweet taste pulled him in as they kissed before he finally broke away. "Sure, I'm mad but not at you. I'm mad at myself for letting you go, for letting this happen, for letting that girl grow up without a father."

Yves stopped. Their gaze had locked together and Sofia sat stunned.

Before she knew it, Yves had her pinned against the bed. Her wrists above her head as another kiss between them broke out. The passion between them rose as Sofia's body lifted towards his, asking for him. She needed him, he wanted her. Neither of them had wanted each other more than they did in this very moment.

A/N: I have worked on the length and managed to pull out a longer chapter for you! Another less than perfect chapter. Sorry about that, but I hope you are all still enjoying the story and that it's at least still working for y'all! Please, lemme know if you're enjoying it or even if you're not. Feedback is always always always appreciated! And thank you for reading.

Whatsit (Kerrie)