James' P.O.V

"Do you have everything scheduled?"

"Oui, and I have our passports. Do you have everything packed?" He responds.

"Yeah. We take off tomorrow?"

"Oui. We have to leave for the airport at six in the morning."

"That's so early."

"I know. But you can sleep on the drive, and on the plane." Laf replies, kissing me lightly on the cheek. "We can go to bed earlier tonight, too."

"Alright." I smile at him. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Isn't it my turn to cook?"

"No, you made dinner yesterday." I chuckle lightly. "Sounds like you're the one that needs the extra sleep."

"Did I cook yesterday?"

"Yeah. What do you want me to make, Love?"

"Roast, I guess? I dunno, as long as it tastes good."

I give him a curious look. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Oui, I think so."

I place my hand against his forehead to check for a temperature. "Your forehead feels fine."

"I told you, I'm fine, ma cheré."

I press a kiss against his forehead. "Alright, love. Just tell me if you need anything."

"I said I'm fine." He leans against me. "I'm sorry...I've been snapping at you so much lately…"

"Hey, it's alright."

"Non, it's not. I've been treating you like...like shit! And we've only been married for—what, a week?" A few tears drip onto his cheeks. Desolé."

"Hey. Hey, you're alright. We're still kind of getting used to life together, and constantly being in each other's company. It's alright if you snap at me sometimes."

"Non. Non, it's not." He kisses me, his soft lips against my own. "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's fine, Laf. I forgive you."

"Okay...I just don't want you to regret marrying me…"

"Why would I regret marrying the love of my life? I reply, pressing my mouth back against his.

"I...I don't know. I just don't want you to think I'm a mistake."

"Laf. You are NOT a mistake. Please don't think that." I give him a tight hug. Laf has gotten better over the years, but of course there are moments when he begins to doubt himself. I doubt myself too, sometimes. I'm sure everyone does. But when Laf does it, it can get pretty bad.

"But...what if I am?"

"You're NOT."

"You're sure?"

"I'm a hundred percent sure, love." I place a kiss on his cheek, and he curls up close to me.

"D'accord." He buries his face in my chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I wrap my arms gently around him. "Love you."

"Love you too."


Laf's P.O.V

James is so warm. I hug him tightly as I cuddle close to him. "Sorry."

I say again.

"You say sorry a lot."

"Sor—" I stop. "Herc said that too. That I say sorry too much."

"Did he?"

"Yeah." I nod. "He did." I smile to myself.

"What'cha smiling about?"

"Memories."

"Happy memories, I'm assuming?"

"Uh-huh."

"Memories of what?"

"Memories of you and me, memories of Herc and me, memories of friends…" I drift off. "Even a few good memories of Thomas."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nod. I think this is the happiest I've been all week. Other than the wedding, of course.

"That's good. It's nice to see you smile." James kisses me, making me beam. "God, you're so cute."

I blush, still unused to the sweet nothings James whispers to me. "Y-you're cute too."

"Aww, are you blushing?"

"Maybe~" I giggle softly.

He presses his mouth against mine, moving his hands down and around my waist. A small squeak escapes my lips.

He moves away, chuckling. "Are you alright?"

"Oui. Kiss me again, sil vous plâit!"

His mouth goes back against mine, and I gently push him into a lying down position. This time he lets out a squeak. I'm about to move up to make sure he's okay, but he pulls me back down, placing his hands against my hips and squeezing. A soft moan claws its way out of my throat. I let my mouth travel away from James' and down to his neck.

"Laf?"

"What?"

"You're squishing me…"

"I am?"

"Yes...get off, please."

I sit back up. James stays in a lying down position, breathing heavily.

"James? James, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah...I'm fine. Couldn't g-get enough air in." He pants.

"I almost killed you…"

"No, you didn't." He sits up. "Just...next time we decide to make out, please don't lie on top of me."

"Okay...sorry."

"You're alright. You didn't know, love." He kisses me again. "I love you. How about we go work on dinner, okay?"

"Okay."

I'm so sorry this took me forever to get this chapter out. I'm taking several advanced classes, plus I'm currently in the play and will be trying out for the musical, which is going to be…(drumroll)...In The Heights! So I'm hoping to be in that and will see if the director will let me audition for Usnavi. If I get the part, I'll be at practice a lot and will be updating even more infrequently. I'm really sorry and hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review, I'll try to get another chapter out as soon as possible.