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And! I Just Saw The Guy I've Been Crushing On For Eight Years, Smirk At Me, Then Kiss His New Girlfriend. I Cried For Two Hours Straight. So This One May Not Be As Much Of A Romance One…

ALSO! I Took Up Painting. So I'm Busy Doing That And Then Writing On Top, It's… Complicated And Crowded. So Thank You For Being Patient.

P.S. Kim's Funeral Is On Thursday So With The Tears, And The Jokes, It's Been Hectic, So Forgive If I Don't Update As Quick As I Used To.

PLUS! I Got A New Idea For A One Shot! Three Words? Fabian Comes Home. That's The Title. And It's Almost Done!

Now To The Story.

As I Walked Back To The Seats, I Was Stopped By A Little Girl Playing In The Middle Of The Aisle Way. Her Barbie's Were Doing Some Pretty Extreme Splits That I Don't Think I Could Even Do… And The Whole Time They Were Saying, 'Yay! Fun Bun!' As My Feet Came Into View She Looked Up And Smiled At Me, Shoving A Barbie Into My Hands, And Grabbing Onto My Leg, Pulling Me Into Sitting Position. Her Guise Was That Of An Average Two Year Old, Blond Curls, Bright Baby Blue Eyes, And Fully Chubby Pink Cheeks. Her Smile Was That Of A Happy Kid, And The Dimple On Her Right Cheek Stood Out As She Smiled. Her Eyes Twinkled As If She Just Made A New Friend, Not Like Was Near A Total Stranger.

She Tilted Her Head To The Left A Tad. 'Yello?'

The Giggle Escaped My Lips, 'Hello.'

She Reached Up And Poked My Cheek, 'Pretty. You Pretty.'

'Thank You,' I Admit It, I Blushed, But Just Because This Young Girl, So Innocent, So Young, Could Find Me Pretty? Well That Was A Fallacy. My Face Was Just As Insipid As A Mary Jane Candy. You Know, Those Ugly Ones In The Carmel Colour Wrappers? The Ones You Always Trade Your Younger Siblings For, While You Take The Good Stuff? Poking Her Cheek I Replied, 'You're Pretty, Too.'

Her Mother, Who Looked Pretty Much Just Like Her, Put Away Her Cell Phone And Turned To Us, 'Bailey, Come He-Oh, Why Hello!' She Questioned As Soon As She Saw Me. 'Who Are You?'

I Quickly Looked Around And Then Down To The Child, 'She Pulled Me Down. And Handed Me Her Barbie. I'm Nina. Nina Martin. What's Your Name?'

Her Smile Fell, 'Debbie. Now If You Don't Mind, Bailey Most Likely Has To Use The Potty.' And With That She Was Off, Holding The Little Girl As They Walked To The Lue.

I Rushed Back To My Seat, Not Wanting To Be Disturbed Once More. As Soon As I Sat Down In The Aisle Seat, I Turned To Fabian, Who Was Out Of Breath And Whose Cheeks Were Bright Red, Like Cherries. 'Ummm… Fabes? Why Are You All Out Of Breath?'

He Looked At Me, Then Glanced Down, Then Back At Me Before He Finally Laughed A Forced Laugh, 'Why Nina, Why Would You Ever Think I Was Out Of Breath? Just Because I Breathing Quickly, And My Cheeks Are All Red, Does Not Mean That I Am Out Of Breath. I Could Be Crying… Or Laughing Too Hard.'

Curiosity Filled My Eyes, 'Why Would You Be Crying? Or Why Would You Be Laughing? Out Of Breath Is The Only Reasonable Option.'

A Loud, Booming Voice Came Over The Speakers, 'Passengers, We Are Almost To The Landing Strip. Please Buckle Up Now.'

As We Put On Our Seat Buckles, I Gave Him That Look Urging Him To Tell Me How I'm Was Wrong, And That He Was Right. 'Well… Ummm… Hey! Do You Have The Hotel Information, Or Do I?'

'You Do. Now You May Continue.'

'Well I Just Meant… That You Know… You Should Never Assume Things.'

Shaking My Head, I Smiled, 'So Why Were You Out Of Breath Then? You Know If You Don't Mind Me Asking.'

'We Should Really Just Focus On Finding Out How To Get To The Hotel. We're Going To Be In A Foreign Country, With Foreign Money, And A Foreign Language. We'll Have To Stick Close, Once Again. And We'll Have To Find A Cab Right Away. I Don't Want To Get Lost. And This Is A Huge City. Do You Know Any French?'

Deciding He'd Ignore The Question Now, And That I'd Bring It Up Later, I Replied, 'I Took French For Three Years. My Teacher, Miss Fisher, Let's Just Say She Wasn't The Most Determined Woman You'll Ever Meet. She Often Got Off Track And The Discussion Got Away From France A Lot. So I Know Main Words, Like He, She, It, They, Places, Names, And Some Verbs. But If I Was Given A Whole Essay, I Probably Couldn't Translate It That Well. But Most Of The Words Are Cognates.'

'Now We're Going To Lower The Plane Gently, And You'll Feel Some Shaking. And Once That's Done, The Flight Attendants Will Do One Quick Check, Then You May Grab Your Bags And Be Off. Hope You Had A Wonderful Time Flying With Skyline AirForce. And Have Fun In France!' The Loud Voice Came Announced Again.

Knowing This Was My Least Favorite Part, Fabian Grabbed My Hand And Squeezed Tightly To Assure Me The Landing Will Happen Safely. And It Did Just That. The Plane Went Down Without Any Troubles, The Attendants Checked Over Everything, And Next Thing I Knew, People Were Standing Up, Reaching For Their Carry Ons. Fabian Looked Down At His Hand And Mine, Clutching Each Other Tightly, As If There Was No Tomorrow, The Blush Spread Over Both Of Our Cheeks. I Quickly Pulled Away My Hand, And Wiped It On My Dress, Fearing I Got His Hand All Sweaty. Fabian Quickly Moved His Gaze So He Was Looking At Everyone Standing Up. 'Ummm… We Should Go. Here I'll Take Your Carry On, Just Hold The Hotel Info, Please?'

He Stood Up First, And Opened The Overhead Container, Both Of Our Bags Falling On Top Of His Head. Blushing, He Bent Down To Grab The Bags-Taking Them In His Left Hand-Before He Stood Up, And Grabbed My Left Hand With His Right. As Soon As we Got Off The Tight Plane And Got Out To The Tunnel That Lead To The Main Airport, Fabian And I Could Finally Walk Side By Side. The Airport Was Even Bigger And More Crowded Than The One We Left. Looking Around I Saw People From All Over, China, France, America, Africa… The List Goes On And On. There Were Older People, And Teens, Adults, And Babies. Apparently I Took So Long-I Was People Watching!-That Fabian Kept Tugging On My Hand To Get My To Walk.

'Okay, Now It's The Reversed Order Of Getting On The Plane… Luggage First? Then I Think We Just Leave… Ummm… Ni? If You Want To Get To The Hotel Before Dark, We Have To Get Moving, Again.' Tugging On My Hand, He Continued, 'Once We Grab The Bags, We'll Go Outside And Call The Cab. Have It Take Us To The Hotel, Where We'll Stay-Don't Worry I Got One Room, But Two Beds-Till Tomorrow, When We'll Go Sightseeing For Two Days. Then On Wednesday, Sarah's Funeral Will Take Place. Then Thursday And Friday Will Be Spent Shopping For An Outfit For Amber, And More Sightseeing. Saturday We Have Dinner Reservations At A Place That Will Remain A Surprise, But We'll Be Spending All Day There. Then Sunday We'll Eat Breakfast, Say Our Goodbyes To The Eiffel Tower, And Be On A Plane Back Home.'

By This Time We Were At The Luggage Container. Speaking For The First Time Since We Got Off The Plane, 'Fabes? I Don't Remember Which Bags Were Mine… Or Yours, For That Matter. They All Look The Same To Me.'

Fabian Laughed, 'That's Why I Put Our Names On Them, Babe. The Ones With The Purple And Orange Stripped Tags, That Say, "Nina And Fabian Rutter" Are Ours.'

Attempting To Keep The Blush Off My Face, I Replied, 'Nina And Fabian Rutter? When Did Nina And Fabian Get Married? If I Would've Known, I Would Have Attended The Wedding, And I Would Have Got Them A Glorious Gift.'

He Blushed As He Laughed. 'You Know, To Save Room, And So I Didn't Have To write As Much. And You Should Have Attended It. It's Was Really Amazing. The Decorations Were Fantastic. I'm Jealous Of the Groom, The Bride Truly Was Beautiful. And Her Gown Made Her Look Like A Million Dollars.'

Shaking My Head, 'The Bride? I'm Sure It Was The Groom Who Look Quite Smashing.'

'Smashing? Who Says Smashing Anymore?' He Asked While Giving Me The Weirdest Look Ever.

'Oh You Know, The "Truly Beautiful Bride," And With That We Both Started Laughing So Hard, I Had To Hold Onto Him To Keep From Falling Over.

'Nina Martin, You Are A Force To Be Reckoned With.' I Could Feel My Face Fall. 'Nina? Are You Okay?'

'Nina Martin? We're Already Getting Divorced? We Weren't Even Married For Five Minutes-That I Knew Of, At Least.'

Shock Took Over His Face, 'What Do You Want Me To Call You Then?'

I Stroked My Fake Mustache As I Pretended To Think. 'Wife? Ms Rutter? My One And True Love? The Reason For My Living? Any Of Those Are Acceptable. And We're Married Till We Leave The England Airport, Okay?'

'Nina Rutter… I Like The Sound Of That.' The Blush Spread to Both Of Our Faces Again, And He Quickly Looked Away From Our Locked Gazes. 'Ummm… Hey Look! There's One Of Our Bags!' And Sure Enough, Around The Spinner Comes One Big Purple Suitcase, With An Orange And Purple Tag. After That One Another Two Came Along. They Were Barley Half Filled. But We Figured That With How Much Buying We'd Do, If They Were Filled All The Way, We'd Have No Space. My Right Held One Suitcase, A Carry One, And Ticket Info, While Fabian's Left Held Two Suitcases, And A Carry On. His Right Hand Grabbed My Left, As We Headed Outside. As Soon As We Were Out There, Fabian Whistled Really Loudly, And Held Up His Left Hand, So That His Two Fingers Could Easily Be Seen. A Taxi Came Flying Up And Stopped In Front Of Us. The Trunk Popped Open, And As Fabian Put Our Bags In That, I Slid Into The Back Seat.

The Cab Driver Turned Around To Look At Me. 'Yo, Chickie. Where's You Heading?' Yes, The Bald Head, And the Bear Gut He Had Were Pretty Attractive.

'Ummm… Once Fabes Jumps In, He'll Confirm It… But I Think It's La Hotle De Fleur. Sound Familiar?'

He Chuckled. 'Oh La La. Two Little Twenty Year Olds. In The Town Of Love. In The Most Romantic, And Expensive Hotel. Sounds Pretty Fishy To Me.' He Did The Weird, Creepy Eye Wink Thing, 'Oh Hey Look. Here He Comes Now. You Sure You Two Together? I Could Dump Him At The Church And Me And You Can Share That Hotel Room.' Again With The Winking.

'Ummm… No. I'm Okay, Thanks.' Thankfully Fabian Came In, 'Hey. It's The Hotle De Fleur, Right?'

He Looked At The Paper Work In His Hands, 'Yeah. It's Supposed To Be Really Pretty In There. And Really Big.' The Taxi Took Off Towards The Hotel.

Mr Creeper Decided To Join In, Once Again. 'It Is. It Truly Is The Place To Stay If You Two Are Hitching The Old Horse To The Barn. The Hotel Service Is Really Excellent… Or So I've Heard. I Live On A Cab Drivers Paycheck. I Have No Money To Use On Hotels.' His Loud Bumming Laugh Filled The Taxi. 'Heck, My Ex Wife Used To Says, She Used To Says, "Burt. I Really Need A Vacation. Can You Get A Real Job?" That's What She's Used To Says.' I Whipped Out My Cell Phone And Composed A New Text To Fabian,

He Kinda Gives Me The Creeps. ~Love, Nina~

Fabian's Laugh Filled The Taxi. Burt? Creeper Turned To Us And Noticed Our Phones, 'You Twos Are Like Me And My Other Ex Wife. We Used To Always Be Sitting Together, And She'd Be Like, She'd Say, "Burt. I Have To Tell You Something." And I'd Be Like, "Well What Is It Woman?" And She'd Be All Like, "I'll Text You It." And Then She'd Forget And Text Her Best Friend While We Were Supposed To Be Hanging.' One New Text Message.

Haha I Got The Same Feeling. =] I Hope We're Almost There. The Sooner We Get Away From Him, The Better. ~Fabian~

'Are You Two Back There Texting About How Much You Can't Wait To Get To That Hotel And Start Shopping? Oh Miss? Can I See The Ring He Got You? You Know, Your Handy Dandy Perposmating Ring? To Show He Loves You Forever And Ever? Like A Fairytale?' Open New Text Message.

Haha Fabes. Perposmating? What The Pickle? How Did He Ever End Up With At Least Two Wives? I'd Ditch Him On The First Date. ~Love, Nina~

'Ahhhh. You Two Are Texting About Your Fancy Pantsy Wedding? Huh? What Colour Are The Flowers? Betcha They're Brown. You Look Like A Type Of Girl That Likes The Colour Brown. I Don't Blame You. I Like Brown Too. There's Like Twenty Five Different Shades. Poop Brown, Pudding Brown, Bark Brown, Brown-But-Is-Really-Purple… Mucky Water Brown… You Get The Point. So Many Browns. Fabian, You Like Brown? Haha Trick Question! You Have To Like Brown. If Your Girl Likes Brown, You Do Too.' One New Text.

Brown-But-Is-Really-Purple? Did This Guy Pass The First Grade? What Flowers Are Even Brown, Besides Dead Ones? And Holy Crap. Twenty Five Different Browns. When I Get Married-Officially That Is, I Know I Know. We're Already Married, But When You And I Officially Walk Down The Aisle-We Are NOT Having Any Brown Flowers At All. No Brown Period. ~Fabian~

The Laughter That Filled The Cab Now Started With Me, But Then Fabian Joined In. Creeper Pulled Up To A Red Light And Turned To Us, 'Whatcha Two Laughin At?'

Shaking My Head, I Tried To Breathe. Fabian Answered For Me, 'She Just Got A Text From Her Mom, Yelling At Her For Not Telling Her About the Wedding… Which Was Last Week. Sorry Burt, She's Taken. And She Sure Is One Wonderful Wife.' He Turned To Me And Gave Me The Biggest Smile I Have Ever Seen From Him.

'Yeah. Totally. I'm Just Laughing Because I'm Twenty One, She Has No Right To Ground Me. Sure, Fabes Can Ground Me If He Likes, But She's No Longer Living With Me. She Has No Power Over Me.'

Creeper Looked Between Us, 'I Was Just Joshin About You Two Getting Married. I Wasn't Serious.'

Fabian Laughed, 'Hey. When You Love Someone, You Never Want A Minute To Go By Wasted. I Proposed As Soon As She Hit Eighteen. I Know It's So Young, But We're In Love.' Turning To Me, His Voice Became Softer, Quieter, 'Every Night, I Think About Her Till I Fall Asleep. She's The One Thing Always On My Mind. Her Beauty Is Like A Song, One Only I Know The Words To. And When She Speaks, It's Like Time Stops. Also When We Touch… It's Like I Finally Know What Heaven Is. I Really Do Love Her. And I'm Thankful She Choose Me To Be Her Husband.'

Keeping Our Gazes Locked, I Replied, 'My Only Answer To That, I Am One Lucky Girl. You Truly Are Something Else, And I Often Forget How Amazing You Are. Burt, If Only You Ever Meet Someone You Feel The Same About-As I Feel For Fabes-Then Marry Her. This Feeling… It Doesn't Come Around Often. I've Only Felt It Once. It's True, And Forever Lasting, Love.'

And Then Of Corse, The Cab Came To The Hotel. Fabian Tried Handing The Guy Money, But Burt Rejected It. Saying 'You Two Taught Me Something, That Was Enough.'

Fabian Handed Me The Money And Told Me To 'Work My Magic.' To Which I Threw The Money Over Burt's Head And Ran Off While Fabian Took The Last Suitcase Out.

Pulling Off I Heard One Last Comment From Burt, 'Nina Martin. Fabian Rutter. I Hope To See You Two Soon. Nice Fake Marriage. Almost Had Me Fooled. Next Time You See Him, Tell Victor It-He Hates You Two Being Close.'

'We'll Take Those Up To Your Room, Sir.' The Bell Boy Said.

Grabbing Fabian's Hand, We Ran Inside. Me Being Eger To Tell Him What I Heard. Fabian Being Eger For Something… I Just Don't Know What That Is, Yet.