Hello everyone! I told my Dutch teacher (Dutch for me is like English for you guys…) about fan fiction, and that I was writing a story, and she suggested to write a story that took place in my country. Soooo, here it is. Please let me know what you think. I like it, but maybe it's boring for you... so please review!

Also this isn't what's going to happen after my story Safe, at least not that I know of yet, maybe I'm going to use some things from this story later in Safe, but I don't know yet.

And I do not own DP or any of the characters.

If you asked me what I would be doing when I was twenty-two 8 years ago, I probably wouldn't have said I would be married to a huge muscular werewolf. And I would certainly not say I would be three months pregnant.

Derek had asked me to marry him on our vacation to Thailand. He had booked a little beach house on a very cute little island, and when I was at my work one day, I was working with a professional director for my internship, he picked me up and drove to the airport. He had arranged it with my boss, and when we arrived in Thailand, it was magical.

The house was small, but cosy, and the weather was fantastic. We were all alone, and one day he took me on a pick-nick on the beach and popped the question. The ring was beautiful, it was small, with an emerald stone on it.

Yesterday was the big day. It was just as beautiful. Tori had arranged everything, I had stayed in touch with her, after we were safe, we had all gone our ways, Simon met a witch, ironically her name was Victoria, just as Tori, but she would rather be called Vicky. Simon had gone with her, and lived with Vicky and her parents for three more years, before they moved in together. Tori had also found someone, James, he wasn't a supernatural, but his mother was a shaman, so he knew. Kit had gone to Miami, to find a friend who could help him take down the Edison Group, and they succeeded two years ago. Aunt Lauren had opened a clinic for supernaturals, to give them advice, and for those who couldn't go to a human doctor, with all the blood tests and stuff. We had found Rae, and she was living with her mother in Jamaica, and I hadn't seen her since, until yesterday. She came with her husband and two-year-old daughter. Tori had invited her to surprise me. Derek and I, we went back to Buffalo to find my dad, and he bought a house in LA, where we had lived, until we bought a house for ourselves and Derek asked me to marry him almost a year ago.

Tori really was fantastic, she had arranged my whole wedding, and she had done great. She should make it her job. She had gone with me to choose my dress, it didn't really work, she shook her head with every dress I fitted, and later I found out why; she had already found me a dress, and she took me to a stylist who did my hair and make-up. I had let my hair grow for 2 years, so it came almost to my waist. The stylist had made beautiful curls in it, and made a French braid. My dress was beautiful, Tori had asked my dad for my mother's dress, and she changed it a bit.

The whole day the only thing I was thinking of was Derek. He looked absolutely fabulous, Simon had taken care of him. My dad walked me down the aisle, and the only thing I could think was: Faster, faster! When I was finally there, I didn't hear most of the priest's speech, I just looked at Derek and knew he was everything I would ever want. When we kissed I really had to concentrate on thinking there were other people watching.

Then we went to an old boathouse, now used for party's and occasions, where everyone came to congratulate us, and when that was over, we had to dance. Derek was a surprisingly good dancer, the only problem was my dress. But it didn't matter, cause I was with him, and I loved him, and he loved me.

And now, we were sitting in the plane to… Holland. Tori had suggested it for our honeymoon. She said she had been there on a holiday once, and she'd loved it. The only things I knew about Holland were that it was small, it rained a lot, it was cold, and it was known for it's drugs dealing. But I didn't say that to Derek, he seemed to be really exited. He said he had made an essay about Holland once, and that he'd always wanted to go there sometime. And about the weather, I just hoped it would be better now that it was summer.

"Are you looking forward?" I asked.

"Yes, are you?"

I nodded.

"You don't look like you are." He said quietly.

"No, I'm just tired." I said.

"You can sleep if you want, I will wake you if we're almost there."

"Okay."

I fell asleep, and I was dreaming about our wedding. I don't exactly know what it was about though, when Derek woke me.

"Chloe," he whispered, "we're almost in Amsterdam."

I blinked a few times and nodded. "Okay."

He chuckled.

"What?"

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too." He kissed me on my forehead. A sudden applause made me realize we were there. "What time is it?" I asked Derek, and just when he wanted to say what time it was, the pilot said: "Thank you everyone, where at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, it's 20.39. Please stay in the airplane for a few more minutes."

I laughed. When we were allowed to leave the plane, we went to grab our suitcases. Derek found his only after a minute, but it took ten minutes before mine came in. When I had mine, Derek went to rent a car. We made a bet about who was the first to find our car, but of course that wasn't fair, and Derek was first. It was a black Alfa Romeo Mito. I liked that car, maybe something for when we would come back. It was better then my old blue Beetle. When we were in the car I asked Derek where we were staying, he wouldn't tell me that before.

"We're staying in a house in a village called Bergen aan Zee. Zee means sea, so it's close to the sea. Bergen means mountains, but the Netherlands don't have any mountains, they like to call their dunes mountains, I think."

"Okay."

"We can also rent bikes by the way. It's a lot easier to come somewhere here by bike. We can cycle trough the dunes if you want to."

"You mean the mountains," I said, "but I'm not used to cycling, are you?"

"Well, no, but I can learn." He said.

"You don't know how to ride a bike?"

"Dad taught me once, but I was 7 then. That's sixteen years ago."

"You can't forget how to ride a bike. If you can ride a bike once, you can do it your whole life."

"Okay, we'll see then." He smiled. We arrived in the village. There was a sign that said: Welkom in Bergen aan Zee. On the road to our house I could see little pieces of the sea. It was beautiful, it was almost dark, but you could still see the quiet see, and there were little beach café's, with lights everywhere.

"We'll go to the beach at sunset one day, it must be a wonderful sight." Derek said.

"Wow…" was all I could say.

Sooooo? What did you think? Please tell me, it depends on the reviews I get if I'm going to write more.