A/N: Thanks for reading. Enjoy!
C POV
"You certainly are enthralled." Ana turns her head and nods. We're standing in front of a Monet painting which is hanging on the wall of the National Gallery.
"I studied these artists in school, but reading about them is nothing compared to seeing the actual works in person." We look back at the painting of sunflowers and stand in silence. "Have I told you how awesome you are for bringing me to London?", she says, breaking the silence. We each turn and face the other. "I'm having the best time ever."
"Which is exactly what I was aiming for when I decided for us to come here." I take her hand and guide us to another series of paintings which were done by Renoir. "I'm in awe of the talent of these artists."
"Me too." I raise a brow and laugh. "I can draw a little, but I'm not even close to being as talented."
"Um...you're way more talented than me. I can barely draw a stick figure.", I laugh.
"Even so, you make up for with your many other talents.", she teases.
"Baby, are you trying to get us kicked out of here? Because I'm this close to having my way with you right here in the open." She lightly smacks my arm before pulling us towards more exhibits. "I got a text earlier from Gil Hanson. He asked how our trip was going so far, and I told him it's going well. He had to head to Tokyo for work but said he might be back before we head back to Seattle. If so, he'd like to have dinner with us. However, he's going to be in Seattle in a week and a half so we can have dinner then if not here in London."
"Sure. From what you've said he sounds like a nice guy. Do you know what you want to do next?"
"I was thinking we could get something to eat and then do some shopping."
"Shopping for what?", Ana asks, tilting her head.
"Just some shopping.", I shrug.
"I'm going to have the spicy tuna roll and a water with lemon.", Ana tells the server at Zuma, a restaurant I've dined at during past trips to London. The server, a young blonde appearing to be in her early twenties, smiles at me.
"I'm going to have the zuma chirashi maki and water with lemon."
"Would you like anything else?", the server asks, widening her smile without even looking back at Ana.
"No, but my fiancée might. Ana, would you like anything else?" Ana purses her lips and shakes her head.
"No.", she replies. The server finally pads away from our table. "It seems even internationally you have women fawning over you." The server returns with our waters and nearly spills Ana's due to barely taking her eyes off me.
"I'm so sorry.", the woman tells Ana although her apology isn't the least bit sincere.
"Maybe if you had been paying attention to what you were doing instead of ogling my fiancé...", Ana mutters. "We'd like another server." The server acts as if she's about to respond, but I speak first.
"Please get us another server.", I echo. The woman nods and heads towards the back of the restaurant. Ana picks up her water and takes a drink. "I'm sorry about that."
"It's ok. Let's enjoy our meal."
A POV
"Christian, the earrings are beautiful, but you didn't have to buy them." We've just stepped out of De Vroome, a jewelry store on Elizabeth Street. I saw a pair of emerald drop earrings which I mentioned would go great with a blouse I have in the closet back home. Christian insisted on buying them even though I told him it wasn't necessary.
"I know I didn't have to buy them, but I wanted to." We hold hands and walk down the sidewalk while Taylor and Baker follow us. The day had a bump at Zuma, but it got better once our new server arrived.
"Still. You spoil me too much." He stops in his tracks.
"Ana, I want to spoil to you.", he says, turning back around and leading further down the sidewalk. We come to a store named H.R. Stokes. "Let's go in here." We step inside the store where we see displays of stationary.
"Hello. Welcome to H. R. Stokes.", an older gentleman says. "We specialize in customary stationary as well as invitations. We also carry books and a variety of gift ideas. Is there something in particular I can help you with?"
"We're just browsing.", I answer. "It's a lovely place."
"Thank you. If you need anything let me know." The gentleman walks away to help another customer. Christian's eyes land on table of wedding invitations.
"These are nice.", he says with a knowing grin. "Don't you think?"
"They are. We'll definitely have to pick out some once we set a date."
"I'd marry you right now if I could." I'd marry you now too. "But I know you'd want your family and friends here just like I'd want mine here."
"Oh...my..." With small beads of sweat trickling down my neck I roll off Christian and on to my side of the bed. We've been tangled up in the sheet and each other since returning to the hotel two hours ago. I prop myself on my elbow and kiss his chest. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
"Is it about the orgasm I just gave you?", he smirks. "Or is it about the one you gave me?"
"As great as it was giving and receiving the orgasms it's about something entirely different. It's about the wedding." His eyes bulge. "It's not a bad thing. You said earlier that you'd marry me today if you could."
"Yet I wouldn't because we'd want our family and friends here."
"Exactly. If our family and friends were somehow magically transported here I'd like nothing more than to become your wife. Why don't I just get to the point? You went ahead and proposed because you couldn't wait. Well, I don't want to wait either. What do you think about getting married in a...month?"
"A month?", he stammers. "Ana, I've never planned a wedding, but can all the wedding planning actually be done in a month?"
"It can if we work hard at it."
"Maybe, but I want you to have the wedding of your dreams. I don't want you to settle for anything less than you deserve.", he replies, raising up in the bed.
"Christian, any sort of wedding is the going to be the wedding of my dreams because I'm going to have the man of my dreams waiting for me at the end of the aisle. If you want to get married at another time that's fine. It it was just an idea." He leans forwards and kisses me. The kiss ends, and he's smiling.
"A month it is."