Staring at each other from opposites of the room, Laurent was the first to speak.
"You said yes."
"Yes."
"First you couldn't say the word at all for eight years and now you've said the word twice within the space of a few minutes."
"Yes." Laurent crossed the room smoothy. Taking a willing Elizabeth into his arms he muttered into her hair.
"Is yes all you can say now?"
"Yes." Laughing he swung her up in his arms and held her close.
"I love you Elizabeth Wakefield."
"And I love you Prince Laurent de Sainte Marie." She pulled apart slightly and looked into his eyes. "Your name is way too long."
"I know. It's tiring to say and even more tiring having to write it out over and over again." He laid her gently onto the bed.
Lying on the bed Elizabeth looked up at him. "I guess I'm going to have to start writing an extremely long name."
"You bet. Especially when your future books hit the market. And become huge blockbusters."
"No, remember I stopped writing."
"You haven't stopped writing."
"I tore up my contract with George Hatter."
"You don't need George Hatter."
"Then what? A husband who's a Prince?"
"No, you don't me either." After saying that he joined her on the bed. Propiing him self up on one elbow, he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.He leaned down and kissed her. "The first time you have called me your husband." He whispered. "But the only person that you need to have to write is you. Elizabeth. You never need that bastard who just used you further his own career.
"Where's the Elizabeth, who slapped the hell out of me that one day?"
"You deserved it, pig."
"If I am a pig, then you are the pig's wife."
"I'm not your wife."
"Yet." He leaned down and kissed her. "I went through a lot to get you to say yes to me."
"You're aggervating."
"I know."
"You're-"
"The best lover you've ever had."
"You're overconfident."
"I'm allowed to be. I'm a royal."
Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows. "You have changed so much in the past years, you don't even act like the same Laurent anymore."
"Everyone has to grow up sometime. My time to finally grow up came when you said no. I never quite realized that I was a spoiled little child, now I'm grown and ready to handle this." Laurent gestured to the two of them. "Us."
"Us."
"For now."
"For now."
"Forever."
"Maybe." She smiled, "you weren't my only lover." He growled and pulled her down beside him, then rolled over so he had her completely under him.
"You, madmosielle are crossing the line."
"What's the big bad prince going to do about it-"

Elizabeth stretched and punched the pillow, punching it again she turned her head and jammed her fist under the pillow. Still asleep, she calmed down with a sigh and became still once again. The blanket was covering her body up to her bare shoulders, covered only by her golden hair.
She looked like the goddess she was. He watched her from the window, he let his gaze travel the length of her sheet clad figure.
His.
The only thought in his mind. Elizabeth Wakefield was finally and unquestionably his. It took nearly a decade to get her, but somethings were worth the wait. He turned back to the window, he couldn't sleep right now. Too much was on his mind. It's one thing to get her to say yes, its another thing entirely to get her- them to the alter. Half the battle was over, she said yes, now the hard part is starting. Knowing from prior experience, Elizabeth will be stubborn and she might she just might, he wouldn't put her past her, that she will try to break off the engagement.
Not that he would let her, of course. He worked and waited to damn long to let her slip through his fingers again. He walked over to the bed and laid down next to her. She instantly rolled over and curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and laying her arm on his chest. She snuggled into his side and sighed deeply. He smirked, a possessive smile. By the way she reacted in her sleep, he would have no problem keeping her to him. He pulled his arm around her and closed his eyes.

"I don't know." Elizabeth turned and faced her parents. She had gone first thing to her parents' house to tell Ned and Alice Wakefield what had happened in the previous night, "I love him, I know that for sure, but what if it isn't right? I don't want to make a mistake. I don't want us to be locked in an unhappy marriage. Only an even number of people can be happy in a marriage, zero or two. I hope to have the later."
"Elizabeth, Laurent is a fine and decent man, it's obvious he loves you very much." Ned smiled at her. "And it's clearly obvious you love him also."
"I knew something had gone on during that trip." Alice said softly. "When you came back you were so depressed and we, for the life of us," she motioned at herself and Ned, "we couldn't figure it out."
"I was depressed." Elizabeth sighed and dropped down onto the couch next to her mother. "I knew had I had made a big mistake when I said no the first time. For the life of me, I can't even remember why I said no to him."
"Then you shouldn't say no to him now, especially now that you dropped your book deal-" The front door crashed open, Jessica followed by Nick came breezing into the livingroom. Jessica stopped right in the middle of the room.
"Sorry for interupting mom, but I think this is a sister thing. Nick, please put the bag in my old room, no wait put it in Liz's old room." She focused her attention on her husband. "Lizzie, will you come with me?" Jessica had already headed up to the stairs when she spoke. She turned and continued her trek to Elizabeth's old room. Elizabeth watched her sister and her brother in law go up the stairs. She inwardly sighed and stood up and followed Jessica, curious to find out what Jessica is planning.