CH 10 Loving France But….

*5 ½ months pregnant.*

Today I reviewed the basics of cooking with the other 'chefs'. We went over knives and cutting, cooking styles, what we'll be cooking and more. "Does everybody know what sauté means?" I asked.

One of the chefs named Marco said, "To cook food quickly and lightly in a little butter, oil, or fat."

"Good, now…" and the rest of the day was like that. Luckily, no one was a five-year-old smart mouth. Everybody knew exactly what everything was. "Now tomorrow we will be making Chicken Cetrazinni a la Mushroom any questions? Good have a good night; I am off to sight see." I smiled. That day I went and saw three museums. I loved all of them. The next couple of days I did the same thing, finally it was time for me to leave. As I got out of the black, stretch limo, at the airport, Jeremy the co-chef at my Boeucc apperated. "Miss. Cunningham…." Jeremy started but I interrupted him as I took my Gucci sunglasses off and set them on the top of my head.

"Jeremy, for the last time we are partners meaning equals meaning if you don't call me Calista or Callie I am going to hurt you." I said sternly but smiled.

"Sorry Mi… Callie, but you forgot your book about baby development." He said handing it to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a platinum blonde haired man, Draco Malfoy. When he heard my name, he looked up. Luckily, my trench coat type jacket was baggy so he couldn't see my bump. When Jeremy said 'baby development', Draco's eyes went wide.

"Come on hurry up we are going to miss the plane." I said impatiently. "Somebody misses their boyfriend." Jeremy laughed.

"Well…. Oh come on!" I demanded in a playful way. I heard Draco shout my name but I kept walking. Once we were on the plane, Jeremy sitting next to me asked "Do you know who that guy that was yelling your name is?"

"He is my baby's father but doesn't know it." I sighed.

"What do you mean? You never told him?" He asked.

"Draco Malfoy is an English snob. He uses women as one night stands. We went out for a while and he asked me if I would be his girlfriend and I said yes. That night we saw my room, hence the baby. The next day he says he is being transported to Paris, France. He asks if I want to come and I said no. I gave him two alternatives, he can stay with me and we can get married and do whatever have a future, or he can leave and never see me again. He only was going for a year so he wanted me to go with him. I said if he left I wouldn't wait for him. He chose to go so I moved to Italy with Emily and I don't regret it." I finished my story.

"Wow, why did he pick leaving?" Jeremy asked

"He's a deatheater, Voldemort would have killed him." I answered glumly and Jeremy nodded in understanding.

When we got to the airport, Emily and Matt were waiting for me. "Hi Emily." I greeted. "Oh I've missed you sooo much, and look your bigger now!" She squealed.

"You say that like it's a good thing." I said. Matt cleared his throat.

"Oh I'm sorry, Callie this is Matt, Matt this is Callie." Emily said.

"Hi Matt." I laughed.

"Hi." He said.

"Oh my Callie I have the biggest surprise for you at home."