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Babies

Adam's POV

Once Julie and I finally made up, several times, the weeks seemed to fly by. Our wedding was in four days and our excitement was through the roof. Today was our flight to Paris, where Julie decided that the wedding had to be held. I didn't care where it was as long as Julie and I got married. Julie's father has insisted upon paying for the entire wedding. Who am I to stop him? I can only imagine what this is going to cost him, not that money is a problem for him though.

"Are you ready to go Adam?" Julie asked me. "If we don't leave soon, we will never make it through security before our flight leaves."

"Good point." I told her. "Do you have everything?"

"Yeah."

"Then I guess we are ready to get going." I told her.

We arrived at the airport a half an hour later and started our fight through airport security. Eventually we made it through and headed for the waiting area reserved for our flight.

"I'm glad we have that over with." Julie told me, sitting down next to me.

"Me too." I answered. "How much longer is it until our flight leaves?"

Julie looked at her watch. "Just about five minutes or so."

"Great." I answered as I thought back to all of the things we had been through together. "Jules?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember when you thought you were pregnant, that first summer we were together?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Would you really have left me if you were?" I asked.

"I don't think I would have. I was psycho back then. I was scared and didn't know what I was saying." She told me. "I'm really glad we weren't pregnant then."

"Me too." I answered. "But if we had of been, what would you have wanted?"

"A girl I guess." She answered. "Let me guess, you wanted a little boy?"

"A daddy's little girl actually. If we have a son, I'm afraid I'll end up being like my father was with me and I don't want that."

"Let's not even go there. You are nothing like your father."

"I guess." I answered, dropping the subject of my father. "What about our future kids?"

"What about them?"

"What do you think they will look like?"

"If we have a son, he would defiantly look like you and get all the ladies." Julie answered.

"If he looks like me, I doubt he would get all the ladies. I certainly didn't get them all."

"You were just shy. It's a wonder you had the guts to come to me for advice."

"I still can't believe I did that." I told her.

"I'm glad you did and I'm really glad you took my advice and kissed me." Julie told me, then paused, thinking for a moment. "Our son won't be as shy as you."

"The ladies still weren't coming my way." I reminded her.

"All of the girls in the school thought you were hot. There is a reason you were voted best smile Adam."

"Because I have a great dentist?" I guessed.

Julie smiled. "Because every girl adored you, especially your smile. That's why I was so surprised when you picked me."

"It shouldn't have surprised you that much. There was a reason I always wanted to study with you." I answered, then thought back to my original question. "I think our kids will look like a combination of both of us."

"Probably." Julie agreed.

"He or she will have long blonde hair and blue eyes." I told her.

"It doesn't really have much of a choice there does it?"

"Not according to those hereditary squares we always did in biology. What where they called again?"

"I don't remember." Julie answered.

"Me neither."

"What else?" Julie asked. "I think our babies will defiantly have your smile."

"And they will have your soft skin and complexion." I added running the back of my hand down Julie's cheeks.

"They will defiantly have your ears." Julie told me. "Mine are just plain deformed."

"No they aren't. Your ears are very cute." I told her. "Our baby will defiantly have your cute little nose." I placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose and she giggled.

"They will have your gentle heart." Julie smiled at me.

"And their mother's wonderful personality." I told her as I looked around the airport terminal. "Uh, Julie?"

"Yeah," she looked up.

"Where did everybody go?" I asked. My eyes grew wide as realization dawned on me. "We didn't miss……Julie what time is it?"

Julie looked down at her watch and then back up at me. "Ten thirty."

"So that means…" I trailed off.

"Our plane left fifteen minutes ago." Julie finished.

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