Damien's POV:

"Here's your key Mr. and Mrs. Zano," the desk clerk handed us our swipe cards, "Please let us know if there's anything we can do to make your stay even more enjoyable."

Phoebe squeezed my arm on our way to the elevator, "I can't believe we're actually here."

"I told you, didn't I?" I kissed her beautiful mouth.

"I didn't think we'd get here without your dad calling you to the office. I'm so happy, thank you Damien."

We were following the bellhop to our room upstairs. I had my assistant book us in the Presidential Suite as a surprise for Phoebe. I did not care the cost of anything during this trip. Phoebe deserved the world and I was happy to give it to her.

"Look at this view!" Phoebe ran to the window in the suite, "We're right above the lake. Can we go down and swim?"

I had other ideas besides swimming. Our entire ride here all I kept thinking about was finally being inside Phoebe again. She had kept her promise of withholding sex until we got here. Those were the longest three days of my life.

"Later," I wrapped my arms around her waist, "I've been wanting to tear off your clothes from the moment we stepped in this hotel."

"Oh yeah?" she grinned at me, "Why's that?"

Her smile was enough to get my hard on going. I hoisted her onto my hips and led her to the bedroom. She squealed as I threw her onto the bed. Phoebe pulled me down towards her by the loop of my jeans. My erection sprung from my boxers when she freed me from my boxers. Her mouth closed around me, causing my mouth to fall open. Phoebe swirled her tongue around my tip and sucked her way down. The pleasure was indescribable and I did not want it to stop.

"Fuck," I pushed her head further down on my length, "Just like that."

Phoebe's mouth stayed wrapped around me as I continued to guide her. Right when I felt myself about to climax, I pulled myself out of her mouth. I thanked the God above that Phoebe was wearing a dress, allowing me easy access to enter her.

"No underwear?" I felt in between her folds.

"You weren't the only one wanting this," Phoebe brought me down to her mouth.

I carefully lowered myself into her, savoring the gasp from her mouth when I was all the way in. Phoebe's hand pushed me deeper into her. I clenched my teeth to restrain myself from exploding this early.

"Harder," she moaned.

Her head was turned to the side, allowing me access to trail kisses down her neck. Phoebe's fingers ran through my hair, keeping me at her neck. I could feel her muscles constricting, pushing me even closer to my breaking point. I could not even warn her as I exploded and saw stars. Beneath me, I felt Phoebe's body shake as she reached her own climax.

"Wow," I rolled off of her.

I heard her release a breath before cuddling into my side. After sex was one of my favorite moments with her. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always fantastic, but whenever we finished she would always cuddle herself into me. Her hair is splayed everywhere and her eyes are wild yet droopy. I could never get tired of seeing her like this.

Playing with Phoebe's hair almost put me to sleep. My eyes were almost fully shut when she moved from underneath my arms.

"I want a baby," Phoebe looked up at me.

"What?" I sat up.

She sat up from underneath me, "I've been thinking and I really want a baby."

"Where's this coming from?"

When we first started going out, we had talked about kids, but I thought we had a long time before going there. There were things I still wanted to do before having a child and thought Phoebe and I were on the same page.

"I don't know, I see all these people with babies and it really makes me want one; don't you?"

"I thought you'd want to be married first."

"Then let's get married."

I could not handle this right now, "What?"

"We're engaged and marriage is what happens after. Don't you want to be married?"

Spontaneity was one of the things I loved about Phoebe, but this was not like her.

"Of course I want to be married to you Phee, but why the rush? We just got engaged."

She looked down at her hands, "I thought you wanted to get married."

"You know I do," I took her hand into mine, "I wouldn't ask you to marry me if I wasn't sure that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. What happened to the big, fairytale wedding that you wanted?"

"I don't know," Phoebe shrugged, "It seems like everyone I know is getting married, so why don't we?"

"I want to get married on our own terms. I want your parents to be there and your brother. Darcy will kill you if she doesn't get to be the matron of honor."

She laughed, "Yeah she would."

"I'm finally able to do what I want to do within the company. Do you see how hard it was just for us to go on vacation? A wedding would be even crazier. I only plan on being married once and I want to do it right. To throw a baby on top of all of this wouldn't be fair to you or our baby."

"You're right," Phoebe kissed me, "Sometimes I feel all this pressure from my mom and friends."

"Fuck them. We'll get married when we want to. We're going to get married and it's going to be the highlight of the year."

"Promise?" her grey eyes stared intensely at me.

I was not used to Phoebe doubting me, but I could understand why, "Nothing is going to stop us from getting married. I love you and you love me."

"Okay," she nodded, "Good."

Phoebe's POV:

I don't know why I told Damien that I wanted a baby. Sometimes I said the first thing that popped into my mind even if it does not make any sense. I wanted a baby, especially Damien's baby, but we had a plan. We wanted to be married first and then have kids, or in his case, a child. We had had this plan forever and it was working, so why did I want to mess it up?

Yesterday I had lunch with Blaine and all he could talk about was Caden. He showed me photos from before I even met Caden and I had never seen such a loving look in his eyes. Talking to Meredith and now Blaine, hearing them describe parenthood made me want to experience the same thing. It was silly, but I couldn't help but wonder if things had been different would I be pregnant or a mother by now.

"I'm really happy for you," I handed Blaine back his phone.

He smiled, "I appreciate that. So how's your magazine?"

The magazine and my team were my pride and joy at the moment, "Fantastic. We just landed this really great photo interview with the King William and Queen Kate so I get to go to Buckingham Palace in a couple of weeks."

"That's great, I would kill to travel again."

"Mommy and Me classes aren't enough excitement for you?" I teased.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Those women are so catty, no wonder why half of their husbands are cheating on them."

"Blaine O'Reilly going to Mommy and Me classes? I don't believe it."

"I go when Heather can't," he shook his head, "I should assert my dominance and say no, but Caden likes playing with the other babies. I think he has his eyes set on this one baby in the class"

"He's going to be a heartbreaker."

Blaine played with his coffee cup, "We never got to talk after the wedding."

Mentally, I was not prepared to have this conversation. I knew that it was inevitable, but I still dreaded having it.

"Let's let the past stay in the past."

"So we're just going to avoid talking about what happened between us?"

"I don't want to argue Blaine, especially not here. We're both different people now. I'm with Damien and you have Caden, why can't we just leave it at that?"

I knew Blaine and from the look on his face, he did not want to leave it in the past, but he nodded. O'Keefe pulled up to the curb, but stayed in the car. He happy that I was having lunch with Blaine.

"I should get back to work," I stood up, "It was good seeing you again."

Blaine gave me a strained smile, "Yeah, you too. I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot more now."

"Right, we have that meeting next week."

"I don't want things to be awkward so I just want you to know that I'm dating one of the people that's going to be working on the team with us."

"Why would that be awkward?"

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"I should really get back to work. I'll see you next week."

I don't know why I was thinking about this as I laid in bed with Damien. He was still sleeping, leaving me to flip through the channels. I looked over at him and smiled, thinking about what life will be like when we have kids. My mother is already driving me crazy with wedding talk and preparing for a baby would be ten times worse. She wanted a grandbaby so bad and kept pressuring Gwen and Teddy. I wanted to be the first one to give my parents a grandchild, I felt like they deserved it after everything I put them through. They supported me when I decided to drop out of school and through the breakup. I wanted to make them proud.

Damien rolled away from me in his sleep. I climbed out of bed as quietly as I could so that I could shower. The sun was just setting, creating a perfect sunset for me to stare out into as I showered. Everything here was so peaceful, making me rethink the city life. I loved the excitement, but thought about what it would be like to live out here permanently. Damien could never last out here, he loved the city life too much. I knew being without his cell phone was going to kill him this weekend. It was nice to finally have his attention again. We both needed this vacation.

"Is there room for one more?" Damien opened the shower door.

Nodding, I smiled when he brought me closer to him.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" he grabbed the shampoo.

"You looked so cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up."

"Men don't look cute, we look masculine."

Him and his ego, "You didn't look masculine drooling all over the pillows."

"Men drool."

I turned him around so that I could wash his back, "I'll remember that whenever Batman and Robin drool on your pillow."

"They do that shit on purpose, especially Batman."

Batman and Damien's love hate relationship was ongoing.

"I'm sure a masculine man like you isn't threatened by a little dog."

"Of course not," Damien turned back around to face me, "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"Let's go down to the pool."

He pouted, "I thought we'd get a little room service and stay in."

"No way, I finally have you without your phone and I'm going to use that to my advantage."

"Alright," he turned the shower off, "After dinner then?"

I pushed him out of the shower, "Let's get a move on."