Chapter 36:

Being pregnant is anything but easy.

Vomiting daily is not a glamrous part of caring a miracle. Having moodswings all day long makes me tired. One minute I hate everything and everyone and the other I want to eat ice cream, which has become my guilty pleasure. As much as I try to not eat anything unhealthy, I can't stay away from the combination of Ice Cream and bacon.

"Hi." I say to Troy as he walks into the kitchen.

"Are you seriously eating ice cream with bacon again?" he asks me, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I can't help it, okay?!" I say to him with my hands up, "It's the only meal I can keep inside my stomach." I explain to him.

He shakes his head and throws the mail in front of me on the marble island. "Taylor brought me your mail."

"He was at my apartment?"

"You surely won't do a step into that apartment ever again."

"It's a nice apartment." I say back, looking through the mail. Nothing but bills and commercials. "There's an invitation to a Christmas Party." I say as I look at the invitation. It's from AC Studios. "I thought they already forgot me."

"How could anybody, including me, ever forget you?" he asks me with a small smile on his lips. "You want to go?"

"It's tomorrow evening." I say to him.

"I have a business meeting tomorrow evening. But I'll come as soon as I'm done, okay?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, "A business meeting? I thought you took a vacation until the next year."

He smiles, "Having vacation doesn't mean I have a workless time 24/7, Ella. I am a workaholic. You know it just as much as I do."

I shrugg, "You're right. It'd be weird if you weren't working..."

He places his hands on my hips, awakening my senses. I put the ice cream and the bacon next to me.

"How are you?" he asks me in a whisper, his forehead gently pressed against mine.

I try to catch my breath as his hand is slowly moving up on my body. "Still knocked up."

He chuckles, before he kisses me softly. "That's not what I meant."

I stare into his crystal turqouise colored orbs. His eyes are so wonderful.

"You have absolutely no idea what you're doing to me, Ella..." he whispers to me before he kisses me again. With one glamorous move from him, I'm sitting on the island in the kitchen. We continue kissing heavily as I feel his hand on my back, gently pressing me against his body. Suddenly his smell reaches my nose and I feel my stomach turning around.

I let go.

"What?"

"You need a shower."

"I'm sorry?"

"Your smell is making me wanna vomit." I say into his eyes. "It's your aftershave." I explain, wrinkling my nose.

"My aftershave?" he asks surprised, yet he doesn't seem to be able to hide a tiny smirk.

I shrugg, "Guess your child doesn't like this smell."

"Already contradictory." he says smiling, "Just like it's mother."

"Don't say anything against my little horserace!"

He chuckles, "Little horserace?"

I shrugg, "The heartbeat sounds like one. At least like the one I've been at with you."

He smiles, "Oh I remember that day very clearly..."

"Don't remind me. Your sister wanted to kill me that evening."

"But you showed so much grace and strength that day... So much beauty. Inner and outer beauty." he says, putting a piece of hair behind my ear. "You even met my parents. It's was a big day. An action filled day."

"And you let me drive your car." I remark smirking.

"You enjoyed driving this car, didn't you?"

I nodd, "It was an amazing feeling. This speed was... Pure adrenaline."

He returns my smirk. "Maybe I should give you one on your birthday then..."

My smile drops, "No..."

He shruggs and turns around.

"Hey, where are you going?" I ask him, hopping off the island.

"I'm going to get my shower." he announces in a loud voice.

"I'll open up a bottle of wine..."

He turns around.

"For you, of course." I say rolling my eyes.

"Good."

"Good." I echo him, seeing him smile.

"You smell so much better without this aftershave." I remark as I place my head on his chest.

He brushes through my dark brown locks as I stare into the fire in the open fireplace. "I can't believe it's nearly been a year since I met you."

"You mean since I jumped into your office."

He chuckles, "Yeah... That's exacly what I meant, Miss Montez."

"I remember this day like it was yesterday..." I say smiling.

"You looked so beautifull that evening. And helpless - yeah you were pretty helpless."

"What do you expect? You were freaking intimidating and arrogant." I answer back. Plus, I wasn't prepared for the interview. So not prepared.

"Was I?"

"Yes and money focused. But you knew exactly what effect you had on me. And you enjoyed it... You played with me."

He smiles at me, "I did indeed. I enjoyed having control of you - the only time I remark."

"I'm just untameable, Mr. Bolton." I sing and look into his bright blue orbs.

"Gosh, I'm so glad you signed the contract, Ella..."

"Me, too." I say and kiss him softly. "And our child."

"Which reminds me, have you told anything to your parents yet?"

I shake my head, "I'd like to wait until the 15th week at least. To make sure..."

He nodds, "Okay."

"You want this child, don't you?" I ask him slowly again.

He rolls with his eyes, "What do I have to do, to make you finally believe me? I want this child as much as I want you. Because it's part of you. I'll have two versions of you." he smirks.

I shrugg, "I just wanted to know..."

He smiles before he lifts himself up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back."

I sigh as I let myself fall on the soft couch again. Gosh this man is such a mystery to me! I sigh as I turn around and look at the amazing skyline. Manhattan is just breathtaking - no matter what time it is or season. Will I ever get enough of Manhattan? Or the combination of Troy Bolton and Manhattan? Definitely not. How can anyone not love this combination?

"Ella, " I hear his voice calling my name and I turn around.

He's holding the box. The Cartier box.

"Troy, no..." I breath out. Oh no! I push the box into his hand as he is about to fall down on one knee. Please, don't! No... No, no, no! "I don't... I mean don't... I... No... Don't just ask me because I am expecting your child, Troy."

He looks at me. He is shocked, angry and disappointed all at the same time. How can someone embody so many emotions and still look sexy? "You think I... I'm asking you because you're pregnant?"

I shrugg and feel the tears forming in my eyes. Why am I crying? "I... I don't want you to bound yourself to me, just because of the baby. I mean, I'm not after your money."

"Why are you saying that kind of things to me, Gabriella?" he asks me, getting seated next to me. Is he now finally listening to me?

I shrugg again, letting the tears fall down my cheek. Stupid hormones. "I just..."

He wipes away the tears with his thumb. Then he nodds, "Okay."

I look at him confused. Okay? Okay what?

"I won't ask you then." he says to me and I feel reliefed. Although my concience hates me for making him upset. It's no fun to see Troy Bolton upset, although he is still charming and sexy.

"But don't you... Don't you want to marry me?" he asks me slowly as I got myself under control again.

I stare back at him in shock. Does he think he's not worth marrying?! Oh no, that's so not what I meant! "No! I... I do. Of course I do."

"Then marry me. We will be a family soon anyways. And I want everyone to see that you are mine. That you both are mine." He smiles softly.

Oh it'll be hard to not tell that this child is not his. It will look like an angel. Especially if it will have his smile. A million dollar smile.

"Plus, I'd like you to have financial safety." he adds in a whisper tone. Why is he whispering? Is he ashamed of his... Work?

"Financial safety?" I ask him back surprised.

He shruggs, "If anything ever happens, I mean."

Fuck! He means his money! He wants to share his money with... Me?! His freaking 81 bllion $?!

I am speechless. "I... Troy..." What am I suppose to do with so much money?!

He looks me in the eyes, "You promise me you'd never leave me again."

"I won't. What do I have to do to make you believe me?"

He holds up the box. "Wear this ring and marry me."

I sigh, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I will marry you Troy Johnathan Christian Bolton-Grey. You and your fucked up shades."

"That's the answer I was hoping for." he says smiling as he slides the 14 carat diamond ring on my finger. "It fits perfectly."

"Of course it does." I say and roll my eyes, "But if you'd ask me two months from now, you'd be having trouble sliding that thing onto my swollen finger then."

"Swollen?" he asks me confused.

"I will get fat fingers."

"Oh you won't." he says, placing his forehead against mine. "And even if you do, I will love every single swollen finger."

I smile, "I love you."

"I love you, too, future Mrs. Bolton."

The Christmas party of AC Studios is held at their office. On the left side of the huge room is a Christmas tree with red and gold christmas tree balls along with fairy lights - and typicall Christmas songs. It looks amazing and welcome - warm and wonderful. The room is quite crowded with employers and employees - with producers, songwriters, assistants, interns, singers and bands.

Just like at every Christmas party, I can clearly see the groups - just like in high school. All the producers keep to themselves. So do the songwriters. The assistans and interns on the other side have choose to combine themselves and start gossiping. I don't know if I am a topic on their list, or if they already talked to about me. But I can feel their glances on me.

I take one last breath before I decide to enter the room. Gosh, it feels like an eternity when I was here last - okay maybe it only has been five months, but for me it's an eternity.

"Gabriella!" I hear someone saying and I turn around.

A brunette with light green eyes is smiling at me. Her name is Hilary. She's one of the songwriters. So technically we're in one group.

I smile at her before she hugs me, "How nice to see you again, Hil."

"Gosh, it's been like forever since I last saw you." the brunette says smiling. "How are you?"

"Good." Although her perfume is really close to the border of making me vomit. I take a deep breath in. No vomiting tonight.

She returns my smile, "When will I see you on daily basis again?"

I smile. Gosh, I wish I would start working tomorrow again! "In the new year."

She hugs me again. "I missed you so much."

"Me, too. You have to tell me all the gossip."

"Oh that's easy." I hear another voice behind me.

I turn around. Elizabeth. I smile at the blonde with the dark brown eyes.

"Lizzy," I say smiling before I hug her.

"Gabs, I missed you so much!" she says grinning.

"So, the latest gossip?" I ask her smiling.

"You." they both answer in choir.

"What? Why's that?" I ask them confused. Have they already seen my ring? Gosh I hope not. I try to keep my hand down.

"Miss Montez?" I hear a man saying my name. Hilary and Lizzy's eyes widen immediately.

I turn around. It's a man about 30, maybe even 28 years old. He is wearing a dark suit with a white oxford shirt beneath. He looks good. Young even. Who is he?! "Yes?"

"Eric Sanders." he introduces himself, holding his hand out.

I shake it, "Nice to meet you." I say, still not knowing who he is.

"I've seen the video and I thought you should get a promotion."

Video?! Wait, did he just say a promotion?! Fuck, this man is my new boss! "I... Video?!" I ask him confused.

He smiles softly at me. He has a nice smile. "You don't know?"

I was busy with keeping myself alive, so sorry, but no I did not have time to surf in the internet for Christ's sake! "Uhm... No."

He looks to my right, "Miss Franklin is going to inform you. See you in the next year, Miss Montez."

I nodd, smile at him and brush through my dark brown locks as he slowly walks away from us.

"What is that?" Hilary asks me shocked.

Shit, I should have left the ring at home. No one knows about our engagement yet. Not even our parents. I hope they don't think we're rushing it. Then again, no one knows about my pregnancy either. "Nothing." I lie and put my hand down.

"Really?! If I didn't know better than I'd say that this thing screams engagement!" Elizabeth says to me all smiling.

I blush, "I... I..."

"You... You... You what?!" I hear another male voice behind me saying. I turn around and smile. "Tony."

"Gabi." he says hugging me. "How are you? When are you coming back?"

"Which video are they talking about?" I ask him back.

"Well there's a video on the internet which shows you playing at the piano, singing this wonderful song."

Oh my God! "Sharpay's wedding." I breath out. Who the hell filmed this?!

"Yes, we thought so." Hilary says smiling. "But this video made you a little superstar!"

Superstar?! I don't want to be a freaking superstar! "I... Is this why Mr. Sanders wants to give me a promotion?"

"Actually, I think he wants you to sign a contract."

I roll my eyes. Another contract. Oh well, the one with Troy turned out to be one of the best choices in my life... But this... "No. I won't record an album. I am not a singer."

"Then he wants you for sure to work as a songwriter."

"That would be according to my taste." I say smiling.

"Speaking of taste: Who is the man that got this huge engagement ring on your finger?" he asks me grinning, holding up my left hand.

"This ring is gigantic!" Hil says smiling.

"Who is the man?"

"Will he come?"

"Have we met him yet?"

"Is he... Is he maybe already here?"

"What ab-"

"Okay stop." I say to them. "Yes, I am engaged. And yes, you will meet him. Later tonight. He will come. He just has a business meeting tonight..." I trail off as I hear my phone vibrate in my purse. I open the Miu Miu clutch and get out the Blackberry. Speaking of the devil. I smile as I open his text message. Stuck at this meeting. I'll be there in at least 15 minutes, I promise. Troy Bolton

"Did he just text you?" Hilary asks me smiling.

"Yes." I say, unable to hide this goofy smile which seems to be on my lips every time when I think of him.

"Aw!"

"Who is he?"

"Do we know him?"

"Have we met him?

"Is it Troy Bolton?"

"Is it true? Are you guys a couple?"

"I thought you guys separated!"

Haven't they seen the articles? "Yes. Yes, it is Troy Bolton."

"Who's Troy Bolton?" Tony asks us.

Elizabeth rolls her eyes, "The hottest and richest man alive, Tony!"

"Wait... The Troy Bolton? As in the CEO Troy Bolton?" Tony asks again.

I smile innocently.

"Fuck! You are the luckiest women alive!"

And only a month ago we were eight luckiest women alive. I smile. Yeah, things change...

"Okay, we need to have a drink."

"I'll get them." Tony announces before he disappears.

"Troy Bolton? Seriously Gabs?!" Elizabeth asks me shocked. "You are the luckiest woman on earth!"

I grin, "I know."

"Just answer me one question."

"About him? Only one." I say smiling.

"How amazing is this man in bed?"

I blush and look away. Gosh, I can't even describe how good he is! "No comment."

They laugh as soon as they see me blush. "That good, huh?"

I shrugg, "There are no words to describe it..."

"Wow."

Yeah, that's what I think everytime as well. "So, what's the newest gossip?"

"Your engagement to Troy Bolton, duh!" Hil says grinning.

"Don't tell anyone! No one knows yet."

"Quick tip: Then you better should take that ring of. Because this huge thing can't be hiden!" Lizzy whispers into my ear.

She's right. I should. But this ring is so nice. It fits perfectly on my finger.

I take it off and put it into my clutch. I just hope Troy won't freak out.

"Your drinks my ladies." Tony says, handing us all a glass filled with champaign.

Maybe champaign is a bad choice for me. At least in my condition. It's a bad choice for me and my little horserace.

"To Gabriella's comeback!" Lizzy says smiling.

"It's not a comeback yet."

"Oh but it will. Next year is going to be your year, Gabs." Hil says smiling, holding up the glass.

I sigh, one sip won't hurt. "To a nice evening." I say and take a sip.

And then I see him. He's standing at the other end of the room, his eyes focused on me. Then his glances moves over to the glass I'm holding. Oh fuck! No it's not what it looks like!Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He walks into my direction, his face is tensed. Every single women stares at him with an open mouth. They are all breathless, shocked, surprised and jealous. Jealous because he is mine. But they don't know that yet. He doesn't react to their glances, he ignores them.

"Good evening." he greets me with a simple kiss on my cheek. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?!" he hisses in a whisper into my ear.

I gulp. He is mad. Fucking mad. Damn it. Will I get punished again? Another - freaking good - sensual punishment? I can't help but feel arosed and scared at the same time. God, only Troy Bolton is able to make me feel this way!

"Hilary Franklin." Hilary says blushing as her eyes lock with his.

"Troy Bolton, nice to meet you Miss Franklin." Oh, so he is all business like now?

"Elizabeth McGuire."

"Miss McGuire, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard a lot of you." he says smiling.

"Tony... Tony Daniels, S-sir." Tony stutters.

Wow, I've never seen him stutter. He is impressed by Troy! Then again, who isn't?!

"Mr. Daniels." he says nodding. Then his icy blue eyes look at me, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

I nodd, "Of course."

"In private."

Oh this isn't good! I gulp as he takes my hand and walks with me away from the party. I feel my heartbeat increasing.

"Troy, let me explain..."

"Not here." he hisses at me as we walk down the hallway.

"Okay..." I whisper and look down. Oh fuck! What have I done?!

He opens a door to a conference room and we walk in. In the middle of the room is a huge glass table with 16 chairs around it.

"Troy I-"

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" he yells at me as soon as the door is closed.

"I wasn't drinking alcohol!"
"You call drinking champaign not drinking alcohol?! I saw what I saw, Gabriella! You are caring a child! Our child! You can't act around like nothing has changed! Everything has changed, don't you understand?!" His eyes are black. He's scaring me. Scaring the hell out of me. Me and my little horserace.

"Stop yelling at me!" I say with tears in my eyes.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Is he calming down?

"I wasn't drinking, Troy. I just took a sip. That won't do any harm."

"Won't do any harm?! How come you know? Are you a gynecologist?!"

"No, but-"

"Thought so!" he hisses at me.

"But I-"

"No buts! You should have read some pregnancy adivcement papers then! Get yourself informed, Gabriella! This is no time to... To drink alcohol!" he yells again. "Do you... Can you even imagine how much danger you could bring to our child by drinking alcohol?!"

I gulp. Fuck, I knew he was going to be mad.

"Especially at this early stage of the pregnancy! You want a miscarriage?! I've heard those are quite painfull - emotionaly as well as physically. You want that?!"

"No." I whisper to him. Fuck.

"And why aren't you wearing your ring?!" he yells at me again, his black eyes focused on my left hand.

"It's in my purse!" I say to defend myself.

"It should be on your finger not in your purse!" he yells again.

"But I-"

He sighs, brushs through his hair and closes his eyes for a second. Another try to calm down? "Are you ashamed of me? Is that why you don't wear it?"

Oh Troy! "No! I am not ashamed of you, Troy. If anything, I am proud to be your fiancé." I say in a soft voice and take his hand.

"Yet you're not wearing the ring." he says with hurt in his eyes.

Oh no. That wasn't my intention. "I'm not wearing the ring, because I don't want everyone to know, okay? I mean, even our parents don't know that we're engaged yet. Or have you already informed William, Meredith, Mark and Kelsi?"

"No."

"See? And I haven't even told Sharpay that we are engaged."

He sighs before he fondels my cheek, "Don't ever drink again. At least not in the upcoming months."

I nodd, "I promise."

"Good." he says before he kisses me softly. I return his kiss and brush through his sexy sandy brown short hair. With another famous glamorous gesture of him, I am sitting on the conference table, still kissing him like there's no tomorrow.

As the kisses gain passion, I let go. "No sex at work."

He raises an eyebrow, "No sex at work?"

"At least not where I work." I answer with a smirk.

He returns my smirk before he starts kissing my neck, "You should come and visit me then..."

"Maybe I will in the new year..."

"I'm already looking forward to the new year." he whispers into my ear.

"What do you know about a certain video?" I ask him slowly, lancing my fingers with his.

"You mean the video about you?"

He knew! Oh my God, he knew and didn't tell me! "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to put you under pressure. I mean, you probably would want to start working right away, if I told you."

"You should have told me anyways. Have you seen it?"

He nodds.

"Do you know who recorded it?"

He shruggs, "I'm guessing it was Kelsi... She was constantly taking pictures at the wedding, remember? Perhaps she was the one who filmed it."

"But it didn't gave her the right to post it on the internet."

He is silent.

"What did you do?"

"I posted it on the internet."

What?! "Why the hell did you do that?!"

He shruggs, "It's such a beautifull song. The world deserves to hear it. It's our song."

Aw! But I am mad at him! "You had no right to do that, Troy. You could have asked me!"

"But you're getting a promotion. You will work as a songwriter thanks to this video."

I shoot a look at him, "Who told you?"

"Sometimes I just know."

"And sometimes I just know that you know something which you don't want to tell me!" I hiss at him. "Open your mouth and tell me, Bolton."

"I bought AC Studios." he says in one breath.

What?! "You promised me you'd let me have my own career!"

"I never promised you that I won't help you."

"I don't need your help!" I say and jump off the table. "I wanted to do this on my own! Be independent for once!"

"Independent? You want independency from me?" he asks me with hurt in his bright blue eyes.

No not in this way! I sigh, "I just... Wait a second, that means I am fucking my boss!"

"No. Right now you're fighting with him." he says with a smirk on his lips.

I hit him lightly, "Not funny." I say rolling my eyes. "I am mad at you." I say and storm out of the conference room. How could he?!

"Does that mean we won't have sex tonight?"

"No."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Good, then I'll be throwing myself at some brats to keep my mood up at least."

I shoot a dark look at him. "Don't you dare try to make me jealous on top!"

"Or what?"

"Then we won't even have sex tonight, no, we won't have sex for a week."

His mouth drops for a second, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, Bolton." I say with a smirk on my lips.

He grabs my wrist and pushes me softly against the wall. Before I can say or do something, I feel his lips on mine. He kisses me harshly and I brush through his messy hair, unable to resist the effect he has on me. Gosh, how can he make me horny while I am mad at him?!

"Troy, " I breath out as he starts kissing my neck. "I said no sex at work!"

"Mhm..."

"I'm serious."

He stops kissing me and gently presses his forehead against mine. "You want me to stop now?" he asks me in a whisper.

"No." I whisper back before he starts kissing me again. I return his kiss and feel his body warming mine. How can this be so erotic?!

I let go, "Yes."

He stares into my eyes. "Yes or No?"

"Yes." I say into his eyes.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Will we have sex at home?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then let's go home." he says grabbing my hand.

"No!" I say and stop. "We decided to go to the Christmas party. We should at least spent a couple of hours here."

He lets out a big sigh, "Do we have to?"

"Yes, Mr. Bolton, we do." I say smiling before I place my hand on his perfectly formed butt, "And I promise you amazing sex afterwards."

"Then we have a deal, future Mrs. Bolton." he says grinning.

I can't help but return his grin as we walk hand in hand back to the party.

"Where would you like to get married?" he asks me, while I am still trying to regain my strength. God, who knew sex with Troy Bolton could be so good and so exhausting at the same time?

"Mhm..."

"What about Vegas?"

"Mhm..."

"Miss Montez, are you really not caplable of forming a whole sentence right now?"

"Mhm..."

He grins at me, "Pregnancy is really bad for your physical shape."

I hit him lightly, "Shut up. My shape is fine. I am fit."

He eyeballs me, "Mhm..."

"You are so unfaire! I haven't gained any unnecessary pounds. Yet at least."

He raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't sany anything.

"I don't think Vegas would be such a good option. A wedding should always be classy."

"Classy?" he asks me surprised.

"But not pompous. Sharpay's wedding with your brother was pompous enough."

He chuckles, "Yeah, I agree with that... Speaking of Sharpay, have you told her about the bun in the oven?"

"I prefer little horserace." I correct him grinning, "And no, I haven't. We haven't stayed in contact. I thought she could have at least the weeks alone with her husband. What about you?"

"I gave you my word. I won't tell anyone before the 15th week."

I nodd, "Good."

"Good." he echoes me, before his soft lips find mine. "Where do you want it to be?"

I shrugg, "Somewhere with a view over the ocean would be nice. The oceansound is calming..."

He smiles softly at me. It's a dreamy smile... A wonderful smile.

"What?"

"I want the same."
"Good." I say, returning his smile. "But not huge. A small wedding."
"Define small."

I shrugg, "Your family, my family... Your closest friends, my closest friend... 100 not more."

"You think we can narrow it down so far?"

I shrugg, " Maybe. I don't want it to be huge. I mean, we could go married with just a bridesmaid and a best man. I wouldn't mind."

"Mhm, I know... I wouldn't mind as well."

"But there's your mom and my mom and Ray and Carlos and... The list goes on."

He sighs, "I know... Maybe we could do both."

"A wedding for us and a wedding for the rest?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, why not?"

I bite on my lip, "No, we can't do that. One wedding. One classy wedding for everyone."

"And when?"

"Anytime before I start getting fat please. I may be down to earth, but even I would like to look the best I can on my wedding day."

He grins, "So you're a fashionista after all..."

"Fashionista?"

He shruggs, "You know-"

"I know what a fashionista is. I just..." I'm silent. A comment I did not expect from Troy Bolton. Even now, he can still surprise me. Will that ever stop? Hopefully not.

He nodds. "So, the wedding should be either in spring or next year in summer."

"Next year in summer?!"
"Darling, you will gain weight. It takes time for you to drop off that weight - even Claude can't perform magic. Those supermodels don't really care about their unborn children during the pregnancy - how do you think they drop of the weight? They eat nearly nothing and do a lot of excercises. Which in the end is very unhealthy." he says, putting a strand behind my ear, "I want you to be healthy. As healthy as possible. For you... For me... For our child."

"But... Summer in 2014?"

He shruggs. "No. Actually I don't want to wait that long."

I smile before I kiss him softly, "Spring it is..."

"But that means it can't be in the States. It will be to cool for a wedding outisde."

"Then not in the States."

"What about the Seychelles?"

"The Seychelles?"

He shruggs, "I have a little island there. We could spend our honeymoon on it. The wedding itself would be on Mont Fleuri perhaps."

He owns an island?! Seriously?! Of course he does. I shouldn't be surprised - although he once again amazes me. "Wedding of Troy Johnathan Christian Grey-Bolton and Gabriella Maria Montez on Mont Fleuri..." I say dreamy. "Yeah, sounds good."

He returns my smile, "Mont Fleuri it is."

"Wait, don't they speak French there?"

He smiles, "Don't worry they speak English as well..."

"Okay..."

"Okay..." he says kissing my lips again.

And then it hits me, "Wait a second, did you choose to talk about our wedding after we had breathtaking sex, so I would say yes to everything?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

"You said no to the two weddings." he remarks smiling.

I shake my head, having the same smile on my lips. "You're just too unbelievable sometimes, Mr. Bolton."

"And soon you'll be my Mrs. Bolton."

"Oh like we're not already your's." I say and roll my eyes.

A new chapter :) I hope you enjoyed reading this one.

Sorry for the late update - I am super busy with studying at law school.

My first exams are in less than a week and I'm already freaking out. Nevertheless, please review this chapter - you guys always cheer me up and put a smile on my face when I read your reviews.

Xoxo Nic