Elizabeth opened her eyes to an over cast morning. Normally the bedroom becomes bright with sunshine, with it coming in from the bay windows and the balcony. The sunlight reflecting off the hardwood in the room, taking her back in time for a moment. To the early 1900s. She turned over and faced Laurent. Laying there she watched him sleep. What they did last night....
She blushed. She did not know she could do THAT. They must have tumbled in around in that bed until at least 5 am. She lost track of well everything except for him. In response to her thoughts he threw his arm over her stomach and pulled her close. He buried his face into her hair. She listened to his slow deep breathing. He was sound asleep, dead to the world. She tried to lift his arm from around her to get out of the bed. It's not that she didn't like it there, it's just that she wanted to get a shower. That hair stuff that Jessica was so intent in putting in her hair to get it to curl, was making Elizabeth's head itch. She couldn't scratch it becuase Lauernt had taken over her hair basically. Besides she needed to think.
Trying to wiggle out of his embrace is now out of the question. She thought a few minutes later after trying to get out of the bed. There was only one thing she could do.
"Laurent?" She said softly.
No response.
She turned and faced him. "Laurent?" She raised her voice a little bit. She shook him a little. He muttered something and pulled her closer.
"LAURENT!" Elizabeth yelled. The prince bolted up, obviously still asleep. He had let go of her and that was what she wanted.
"Eliabeth, what's wrong is there an intruder?" He was fully awake now.
"No."
"Was I talking in my sleep?"
"No..."
He turned to face her." "What then?"
"I needed you to let me go. I wanted to go to the bathroom and you wouldn't let me out of the bed."
"That last time we made love you ran out of the country, so this time I was prepared."
"I didn't run- Oh never mind. I'm getting a shower." Elizabeth rolled out of the bed and her feet hit the cold dark wood floor. She walked to the bathroom. "Alone." She added and closed the door. She laid her head against the door. She was way over her head in this relationship. She was in deeper than she ever thought possible. "I love him." She said, "So why can't I give the answer he wants?" She walked the space of the bathroom which use to be the other chamber in her suite. When she first bought this house, her bedroom used to be three huge rooms, and a bathroom. She turned the already bathroom that was here into a large walk in closet. She turned the smallest of the large rooms into a bathroom that was spacious and warm. A huge shower was at one end of the bathroom that was surronded by glass. On the other end was the jet tub that was settled under a bay window so that she could watch the Pacific. She turned on the shower and let the water to get hot. Even though she should be taking a COLD shower. Getting the water right she stepped in and let the water attack her sex- sensitive body.
"What am I going to do?" She questioned herself. "The first time, in London could have been excused by the storm and having not seen him in several years. An attack of homones, if you will. You couldn't count the first time as a commitment of any sort. But the second time, and it was uher/u who inacted the act. All he did was kiss her and play her on the bed. He paused and let her make up her mind about wanting to take the final step. Instead of acting like Elizabeth Wakefield, she responded by pulling his shirt off none too gently. She put a glob of shampoo into her hair and washed thoroughly.
She sighed. Mentally she went back to that night when she was first agonizing over his proposal. She said no becuase she wanted to create a name for herself, to be able to become successful on her own right, as Elizabeth Wakefield, not Princess Elizabeth de Sainte- Marie. She accomplished what she wanted, and that was to become a noted author. She did that with Second Chance. She's on the New York Best Sellers List and has even the toughest critics singing her praises. She had her own house, job, car, and everything she ever needed.
Except for love. And Love himself was in this house.
She turned off the shower and stepped out grabbing a towl to dry off she walked into the bedroom to get something on. Laurent was not in the room. She really should have relieved that he wasn't in here.
She wasn't.

He looked so good stading there in a pair of boxers. Really really good. Elizabeth stood there not making a sound, watching him make them breakfast. She smiled. He was really beautiful. I wonder what our children will look like. She thought. Instead of feeling bad about that she felt kinda warm inside about the idea. Does this mean that she was growing up and actaully concidereing saying yes?
She was actually concidering yes. And it didn't fill her with fear. It's a dangerous game and she prepared to play and win.
"I didn't notice you were down here."
Elizabeth walked into his open arms. She lifted her head and met in his a kiss.
"What are you cooking?" Elizabeth walked to the old fashioned stove.
"Breakfast, your favorite." Hisarms snaked around her waist, she leaned into jis chest and lifted her head. Their lips had just settled on each other when a voice interupted the peaceful moment between lovers.
"Get a room."
Just because of that, they took their sweet time pulling apart. Elizabetrh, still in Love's Embrace looked up towards the door.
"Hello Jess."
Jessica came down the steps and into the sunken kitchen. "Hey Liz....Laurent," she arched an eyebrow at his sleep look. She turned that same look at her sister. "I see you two had sex last night."
Jessica was never the one to be subtle.
"Well, duh." Elizabeth responded to her sister.
"Well anyway on an related topic, Liz, I need to talk to you. " She sent a look at Laurent. "Alone."
"I'm cooking."
"Come on Jess we can talk up stairs." Elizabeth wiggled out of his embrace. With out Elizabeth there to block him, Jessica could see his black silk boxer shorts. Without saying anything to him, she followed Elizabeth up the kitchen stairs.
Laurent watched the two leave the kitchens. He just smiled to himself and turned back to his eggs before they burnt.

"What's the matter?" Elizabeth asked as soon as they were in her chamber.
"Nothing's wrong, infact everythings iright/i." Jessica sighed.
"Now you lost me."
"Lizzie, I'm pregnant." Jessica sat down on the messy bed and glanced around at the clothes covering the floor. She got off the bed and walked over to where the blue dress was laying and ran her hand over it.
"That's wonderful." Elizabeth embraced her twin, with the dress still in Jessica's hands.
"I know." I found out last night, I wanted my twin sister to be the second person to know."
"How did Nick handle the fact that he was going to be a daddy?"
"He was so happy. " Jessica did her trade mark smirk. "You're not the only Wakefield twin to get some last night."
"Jessica, what makes you think that Laurent and I had sex?" Elizabeth felt her face heat up inspite of herself.
"Elizabeth, look around. So what are you going to do now? Once could be chalked up to an excitment and horomones. The second time means committment."
"I know. I think I'm ready to face the future."
"Good, because you have a nice future down in the kitchen cooking you breakfast." Jessica helped Elizabeth make the bed and put the clothes in the shoot that drops them off at the laundry room. "How many women can bragg that they have their very own personal Prince Charming?"
"Who cooks, might I add." Jessica added.
"If I remember correctly it was iyou/i who wanted a fairytale romance with a prince."
"Yeah and he fell for you, Liz. Just like every other man who doesn't follow the crowd."
"Remember Devon Whitelaw? I wanted him but he wanted you."
"JESSICA!" Elizabeth spun to meet her sister dead in the eye. "Laurent IS NOT Devon. Devon is a coward and he almost had me killed, he took credit for someone else's good deed, he was a complete bastard."
"What did this Devon do to you?" Elizabeth did not have to turn to see Laurent standing there. She had no idea how long he stood there or how much of the conversation he had heard.
She honestly didn't care.
"Liz, I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned him, he's not worth the effort. " She directed her next words to Laurent. "He was a stranger that came into town and destroyed a lot of the relationships. I had a crush on him but he wanted Liz. When our 17th birthday party was hit by an extreme earthquake, he took the credit for saving Liz's and her then best friend Enid's life. It all goes down hill from there, so to speak."
"He came back once during our softmore year at college but then he was." Jessica pointed her
left index finger at her left ear and turned it in a clock wise motion.
"Ah so he was nuts."
"Exactly. Nice underwear." Jessica finally commented on Laurent's nakedness. "So when are you going to pose the big question?" She smiled sweetly and innocently at Laurent.
Elizabeth dropped into her desk and rubbed her temples with her fingers. She groaned loudly enough for the two to look over at her.
"I'm going to need Excedrin.