Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.
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I can't say it's a happy ever after- just yet. There is so much of our life that is not perfect. My mother had rang my cell on Christmas Day to apologise to Dylan and I for my Dad's threat, there was no indication that Dad was apologetic. She asked us to come over for dinner but we declined. We helped Nat at The Pit and then had a quiet dinner in one of our old favourite restaurants. Dylan had changed our flights to leave early for New York, we were now on an early evening Boxing Day flight out of LA.
Boxing Day morning Brandon and Val surprised us at the hotel, breakfast was spent in the hotel restaurant. Halfway through Mum showed up; I look at my brother who had disappeared to the bathroom after we ordered and after finding out we were leaving that night. He gives me a sheepish look. Breakfast isn't bad, it's spent going over the last eighteen months. Val wanted all the engagement details and then Mum wanted to know what we were thinking for the wedding; it was at that point Dylan and I became vague, very non-committal. We left on good terms, though no one mentioned Dad.
New York was exciting but exhausting. Dylan refused to let us do much sightseeing insisting that the sidewalks covered in snow were too dangerous, a slip hazard. Within a second of seeing those two lines he had become obsessed with looking for risks; everything was now a threat to me and our unborn child. He was adamant that I stop drinking coffee, I agreed to not having my one cup a day, I now just stole his. He was concerned about cheese, air pollution, fish, too much sugar, not enough sleep- he was petrified of everything. On our second day in New York I took him to a bookstore, I directed him to the Mum to Be section and told him to go nuts. He left with seven books, I hoped that they would settle his worry. They didn't. By the time we were flying to France he had added another ten items to the list. Sadly he was only just finishing book two.
New Year's was spent in a small French town near Champagne. It was not how we envisioned our New Year's back when we booked the flights to Hawaii, LA and New York, it was better. On the first of January Dylan took me into the country side and showed me a phone booth. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"I rang you from here, but you didn't answer. I left for the airport thinking it was the universe saying I had missed my chance, that I didn't deserve to have a great love after disrespecting it so much, that I didn't deserve you. I was convinced I wouldn't call that I'd leave you alone. At the airport I saw the flight to Chicago keep coming up, I knew it's the flight I'd have taken to get to you, I knew it was the flight I was supposed to be on, that I wanted on. I rang again, and this time you answered. At this payphone I desperately wanted to go home, I had wanted it from the moment I got lost."
He picked up my left hand and laid his other on my belly. "I promise to never be so foolish again. I now know to drain every penny in our bank accounts phoning you to come home. Though I know I'll never need to, as I'll never let you get that far away again. I'll never do anything to push you that far away again."
"Says the man who won't allow his pregnant fiancee to eat cheese in France."
He gives me an exasperated look. "All the books say no."
"All the women in the village say yes."
"Woman give it up already. No soft cheese till after our little McKay is born."
"You are mean."
"Yes I am but you'll just have to live with it now and for eternity."
"I guess I will considering I've agreed to marry you in the town hall in two hour's."
"Hey could you sound a little thrilled please."
"I've seen the menu for our reception tonight for two, this is all the excitement I can muster." My husband-to-be in the last week had become obsessive about my diet, everything needed to be nutritious.
"Okay, okay if I call the chef at the hotel and ask for chocolate cake rather than a fruit platter for dessert will that make you happy?"
I smile, "and a cheese platter on the side?"
"Not happening Baby."
"Fine. Chocolate cake but I want two pieces."
He leans in and kisses my forehead, "I'll go use our payphone to call now."
When he's halfway there I yell out, "baby if they don't answer-"
"I know, I'll keep trying. Believe me I want a happy home, which means you Mrs McKay being happy."
"I'd be happier with cheese."
"And I'd be happier if I could bubblewrap you for the next eight months, but you vetoed that. I guess we will just need to remember that we must compromise."
When he gets out of the phone booth and we begin to walk to the car I look at him. "You do know you are getting insane over this pregnancy and it's only eight day's in?"
"I'm aware Baby but you still can't have cheese."
"God I knew I shouldn't have answered that early morning phone call, I could have found a husband who let his pregnant wife eat whatever she wanted."
He opens my car door and begins to help me in, obsessive! "Baby, you and I both know the only husband you would ever have would be me. Whether you answered that call or not, we would have found our way back together regardless, and so you would never have had soft-cheese when you were pregnant and always had me watching that crazy sweet tooth of yours."