A/N: Another long chapter, well long for me, not so long for other fanfic writers. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys day one in Paris. Romanceward comes out in full force for this chapter.

Oh, on a side note. I rarely give fic recs, but I recently discovered one I think some of my fans might like. It's called 'Coming to Terms' by GinnyW 31. Seriously great story. It is a work in progress though, so you'll have to wait for the updates, but I was hooked after one chapter. If any of you have any recommendations, please feel free to share.

BPOV

I was so tired by the time our train pulled into the station in Paris. Edward and I had managed a few hours sleep, in between all of the sex we ended up having in the sleeper car. I wasn't complaining, even though I knew I would probably be a little sore this morning when we finally started to walk around town. We grabbed our backpacks as Edward stopped for a moment to take a quick picture of our room. I giggled easily at him and grabbed his hand in mine, pulling him from the train and down onto the platform. We were heading out the main entrance of the building, when I noticed a man dressed all in black holding a little sign that said 'Cullen'.

"Is that for us?" I asked as I pointed at him and Edward's expression went from nervous to calm.

"Yup," he declared with a grin as we walked over to the chauffeur and he took our bags, tossing them in the back of the town car.

"You haven't missed a beat, have you?" I asked him as he pulled me into his arms once we were comfortable in the back seat. The driver clearly knew where he was going because he ignored us and simply left the station. The drive seemed to take a lot longer than I expected, but then I realized we were also doing a small driving tour of Paris. Edward kept pointing out sights to me with a big smile on his face. "Did some research?"

"Just a little," he said with a chuckle as he held his hand up and held his thumb and index finger together closely. I nodded in response and stared out the window at the Grand Palais that we were currently idling in front of while waiting for some pedestrians to cross the road. It was only about ten minutes later when we pulled up in front of the hotel. It was gigantic. My mouth gaped open in shock the entire time we stood out front and again when we walked into the lobby. Edward approached the front desk and talked in broken French to the attendant, who simply smiled and nodded at him. I sat down in one of the oversized chairs which looked like it had come straight out of the Palais of Versailles. It was ornate and I felt uncomfortable sitting on it, even though it was actually pretty comfortable. There were massive flower arrangements on every single surface and a gigantic crystal chandelier in the middle of everything. It took me a few moments before I even noticed the name on the door of the hotel, the Ritz. Jesus Christ, this place probably cost like two grand a night. I felt like an idiot for agreeing to this all of a sudden. As I sat there with my head buried in my hands, I didn't even hear Edward walk over to me.

"Ready to go Princess?" he said as he held out his hand towards me. I tentatively grabbed it and walked in silence as he led me towards the elevator. The nickname he had given me felt rather fitting, but I cringed at it. I didn't feel like a princess, I felt like an imposter. As we stepped from the elevator and towards our room, I immediately noticed that the doors were not as close together as they were in most hotels.

"It's a suite isn't it?" I asked, feeling a little disgusted. This hotel room probably cost as much as my tuition for the first year of college.

"Bella, you promised you would do your best to enjoy this. So, don't be so upset, please. I'm just trying to pamper you. Give you a little taste of the finer things. It's not like anyone cares how much I spend on this trip anyways. They're probably all shocked at how little I have spent so far." I nodded my head as Edward slowly opened the door to our room. I felt the overwhelming urge to run away, but I didn't. Instead, I clasped his hand tightly in mine and walked in. The bed was the first thing I noticed, it was huge but it fit within the confines of the room. There was a mural on the wall behind the bed, and it looked lovely. There was a big couch, which looked just as ornate as the chairs in the lobby. The TV was hidden in an oversized armoire, but there was also a small stereo, which I could appreciate. Edward released my hand so that he could tip the bellman that had just brought our bags up, and I walked into the bathroom.

"This place is probably bigger than my future dorm room," I said out loud as I laughed at the echo that bounced from the walls. I had never been in a bathroom that echoed. It was surreal; I thought to myself as I ran my finger along the marble countertop and looked at the monstrous bathtub longingly.

"Are you okay?" asked Edward as he came up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist pulling me close to him.

"Yeah, it's all just a bit overwhelming, but I promise I will try to not let the extravagance bother me, okay?" Edward nodded his head and then ran towards the main room, throwing himself on the bed. "What should we do today?"

"Well, it is only like ten o'clock, we could go out and grab a bite to eat and then hit a museum or gallery. There are plenty of them nearby, including Musee de l'Orangerie, which houses an extensive impressionist collection, according to the woman who checked us in."

"Yeah, that sounds good. I probably need almost a full day to do the Louvre anyways," I said with a grin. "Maybe we'll do that tomorrow?"

"Yeah, not likely. I have arranged some things for us tomorrow and the day after. We can go on Monday, how's that?" asked Edward with concern in his voice. I didn't care when I did it, as long as I got there, so I nodded my head in agreement and grabbed some clothes from my backpack and headed into the shower to get freshened up.

When I came back into the room, Edward was nowhere to be found. I dried my hair and brushed it so it was straight and left it to dry completely against my bare shoulders. I had put on a tank top and a pair of khaki shorts, and when I went looking for my backpack, I couldn't find it either. I stepped into the closet and some of my clothes were hanging in place. Even a few of Edward's shirts were hanging from the rod. I was confused. My backpack sat in the corner of the closet beside Edwards, and they were both empty. I searched through the dressers and finally found the rest of our clothes. I decided to not stress about it and lay down on the couch to wait for him to return. I was almost asleep when he padded into the room quietly. I heard him move around and walk into the closet, but I thought nothing of it. Edward didn't wake me up; instead he kissed my forehead sweetly and headed into the bathroom to enjoy his own shower.

I heard the sound of the water going off almost twenty minutes later and it startled me from my sleep. I looked towards the coffee table and saw a small plate with various pastries on it and a cup of coffee, which sadly, was a little cool. I took a drink of it greedily though, desperate for the caffeine. Even cold, it was better than most of the coffee we had on our trip.

"I see you're awake," said Edward as he strolled into the room dripping wet, with a towel slung loosely around his waist. God he was sexy, I thought to myself as he reached down for a croissant and his towel opened slightly. For some unknown reason I gasped, even though I had seen him naked hundreds of times. I was just being bashful and as Edward looked at me with concern, I just shook my head and took another sip of coffee.

"Where did you go? Other than to get coffee and pastries?" I asked curiously.

"I went to meet the concierge. He has arranged a few things for us over the next few days and I wanted to make sure everything was all set." Edward looked down at me all smug and confident before he walked towards the dresser and pulled out some boxers and a pair of dark green knee length shorts.

"Oh," I replied casually as I watched in disappointment as he covered every inch of his sexy body with his annoying clothes. It was merely a few minutes later when Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me from the couch.

"I do believe we have a gallery to get to," he said with a grin as I grabbed my purse, making sure my camera was still inside, and I followed him out the door. As we walked through the lobby, I watched Edward wink at the concierge with a big smile. I was certain I was in for something big, but I had no clue what was going on.

We walked down the street towards the gallery, which was located in a large park directly across from the Louvre. I stared at the gallery as we walked past, and I wished it was Monday already. I even waved goodbye to it as we crossed the street and Edward led me into the Musee de l'Orangerie. When we finally entered after paying our fees, I was pleased by what we found inside. Hundreds of works by some of the greatest artists like Renoir, Monet, Modigliani and Rousseau. I was in heaven. I strolled through every single exhibit, with Edward beside me, listening intently to his headset.

"Did you know Monet tried to kill himself by jumping into the Seine?" asked Edward curiously when we had stopped in front of one of my favorite works 'Argenteuil' by Claude Monet.

"Um… No I didn't know. That's quite a random fact," I laughed to Edward as we moved towards the next piece which was by Amedeo Modigliani.

"Did you know Modigliani's wife killed herself two days after he died? He was only 35," said Edward confidently as I glared at him again.

"That's just morbid. Do they tell you anything happy on that damned thing?" I asked with a laugh of curiosity, as my finger tapped against his headset.

"Not yet," said Edward as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we headed into the next exhibit. It was just after four in the afternoon when we walked from the gallery and into the bright sunlight. "Would you mind if we took a little side trip before heading back to the hotel to get ready for dinner?" I nodded my head in agreement as Edward flagged down a cab and said 'Louis Vuitton' to him. I sat there and prayed he was not getting me anything there. When the cab arrived at the store less than ten minutes later, Edward ran in to the store, asking the driver to wait for a moment. I sat in the backseat for about five minutes before Edward came back in the car with a decent sized bag.

"Please tell me that is not for me," I said anxiously as he looked over at me and kissed my cheek.

"Alice ordered it. I just had to pick it up for her," he said with a big smile as he asked the driver to take us back to the hotel. Relief washed over me when he mentioned it was for Alice. Thank god, I was being spoiled enough on this trip; I didn't need whatever the hell was in that bag too.

EPOV

I knew I would never hear the end of it if I forgot to pick up the handbag Alice had ordered, and thankfully, Bella was fine with the little side trip we took to get it. I felt slightly disappointed that she didn't seem to want something as fancy as a Louis Vuitton bag, but then again, one of the reasons I loved her was because she was so easy going and casual about everything. She didn't care about expensive brand names and it was a refreshing change of pace from the girls back in Boston.

"Shit," I muttered to myself as we walked through the lobby towards the elevator.

"What's wrong?" asked Bella in concern, as she gripped my hand tighter in hers.

"I forgot to tell François what time we wanted dinner tonight," I said with a grin. "Why don't you head up to the room and I'll be there in a minute," I offered sweetly as Bella kissed me on the lips and stepped into the elevator, clutching her key card in her hand. The moment the elevator closed, I ran towards the concierge desk to find Francois there with a big smile on his face.

"Bon Soir Monsieur Cullen," he said to me politely.

"Is everything ready for tonight?" I asked nervously as I noticed the smile never faded from his face. My cheeks would be hurting badly if I had to smile all day like he did, but he probably got paid enough to make the pain worthwhile.

"Oui. The delivery will be made in fifteen minutes with dinner set to arrive thirty minutes after," said Francois in his broken English, which sounded very funny combined with his French accent. I stifled a laugh as I realized he sounded like Jean Girard from Talladega Nights. I thanked him and gave him an additional tip before heading upstairs to Bella.

"Everything alright?" she asked when I got into the room only a few minutes later. She had been pacing around the room nervously, waiting for me to return.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go have a quick shower," I said rudely as I ran to the bathroom. I was desperate to be finished so that I could get Bella into the shower before the expected delivery came. When I stepped out of the shower, I practically forced Bella in.

"What's going on Edward?" she asked in both concern and confusion.

"I promise it's all good. You just have to do what I say for the next half hour or so." Bella simply nodded her head in agreement and reluctantly walked into the bathroom to have a shower. It was approximately two minutes later when I heard a knock on the door and I answered it immediately, hoping Bella wouldn't hear anything from the bathroom. When I opened the door, there was a young man standing there holding two garment bags. I tipped him generously and quickly closed the door behind him, shoving the bags in the closet.

"Okay, what weird things are you going to have me do next?" asked Bella when she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. She looked just as sexy in a big fluffy white bathrobe as she had in nothing at all.

"It's nothing weird. I don't do weird. Kinky maybe, weird not so much," I said with a laugh as I watched her cock an eye brow in confusion. I walked to the closet and fetched her garment bag. "Here go put this on and do your hair and makeup. You got about half an hour to get ready before dinner."

"Um… okay." Bella sighed, but she walked back into the bathroom for a moment. She hung the garment bag on the back of the door without even looking inside. She came back into the main room and grabbed a few things from one of the dresser drawers and then locked herself in the bathroom. I went to the closet and opened up my bag to check out the suit I had ordered for the night. When I had left earlier in the morning I had Francois request a suit for me from Hugo Boss and a dress for Bella from Badgley Mischka. I hadn't seen her dress, but I was sure it would be perfect for her. My suit was dark blue, with a white button down dress shirt and a dark blue tie. It wasn't overly formal, it certainly wasn't a tuxedo, but it was perfect. I dressed quickly and paced around the room waiting for Bella to come out of the bathroom.

"There's no shoes," Bella called out from behind the locked door.

"We're not leaving the hotel, so don't worry about it," I replied as I heard a soft knock on the door. I went to answer it, finding a waiter with his room service cart standing there. I didn't even need to tell him what to do; he simply pushed the cart through the room and onto the small balcony and began to set everything up on the small table sitting out there. We had a beautiful view of Paris and we were definitely going to enjoy it tonight. After he left, it was only a few more nervous minutes until Bella strolled out of the bathroom.

She looked beautiful, but clearly felt awkward. She had put her hair up loosely on her head, with a few strands falling down onto her long neck. The dress was perfect against her slightly tanned skin, it was a metallic silver and fell to just above her knee. It wasn't tight, except up near her breasts, but it looked gorgeous on her. "You look stunning," I said as I walked towards her and offered her my hand. She took it easily in hers and then blushed a deep shade of pink.

"So, we're not going out but you made me get dressed up in something that probably cost like a thousand bucks?" Bella asked incredulously as I walked her towards the balcony where our dinner was waiting.

"It wasn't a thousand dollars Bella, so you can relax there. I just wanted you to feel beautiful. Lord knows you won't feel anything but tired after the next two nights," I said with a big grin as I held out the chair for Bella to sit down.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing?" she asked anxiously as I kissed the nape of her neck and pushed her chair in towards the table.

"Tomorrow is our birthday. Remember how we said we wanted to do something memorable for our birthday, since we couldn't celebrate them together. Well that is tomorrow."

"Um… alrighty then," laughed Bella as she looked out over the city from where she was sitting. "This is beautiful Edward."

"Yeah, I know. I got skills," I laughed as I took the lid from our plates so that we could have dinner. Francois arranged for an awesome bottle of wine to go with our meal, which consisted of chicken cordon blue, various vegetables and some of the best scalloped potatoes I had ever had. We ate dinner in relative silence, talking about the city and things we still wanted to do.

"We're not going to do anything major on our last night in London are we?" Bella asked with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Please don't start talking about when we leave," I replied unhappily. "I still need to change my flight so that we are flying back together. Let's just enjoy tonight okay? I don't want to do anything in London but show you how much I love you." Bella nodded her head and turned back towards her dinner as I took a tentative sip of wine. I spent most of my evening glancing over at Bella and trying to memorize every single one of her features. She caught me staring at her on more than one occasion and I just shrugged my shoulders and chuckled lightly. When we had finished eating, I grabbed her hand and led her back into our room. I turned down almost all the lights and turned on the stereo, plugging my iPod into the back so that we could listen to something decent, instead of whatever French crap was on the radio. Bella looked at me in confusion again as I walked closer to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, grabbing her right hand in mine.

"Are we dancing?" she asked with a nervous grin and I nodded my head.

"My mom made me take dancing classes when I was younger, for all those damned debutante balls I had to go to years ago. So now, I'm putting it to good use."

"I don't dance. Well, I bump and grind, I don't slow dance," said Bella as she blushed furiously within my grasp.

"You don't have to dance Bella. Just follow my lead and you'll be fine. I would never let anything bad happen to you," I said confidently as I kissed the tip of her nose and Van Morrison began to fill the room.

"I love this song," sighed Bella as she gripped me tighter and she started to sing along, "We were born before the wind, also younger than the sun… Charlie used to sing this to me when I was younger." I moved Bella across the wooden floor with me, smiling from ear to ear. The dance lessons were clearly paying off because even though she seemed nervous, we were still standing, and that was a victory to me.

"Jazz and I used to listen to a lot of Van Morrison when we got stoned," I admitted ruefully. "Okay, so it's not as sweet as your story, but it's still true," I said with a deep laugh as Bella rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around my back.

"I don't care if your stories involve pot or drinking or anything else, you should know by now that I just want to know everything about you," said Bella as I felt her breathing against my chest. We danced around the room for what seemed like hours, as the songs changed from Van Morrison to some classical stuff that I had on there. When I glanced over at the clock, I was shocked to see it was almost midnight and we had a car arriving to pick us up at eight for our trip.

"Okay, I hate to cut this party short because I had planned to do several very naughty things to you tonight, but we desperately need to go to bed because we have to be up early." Bella pulled away from me and looked at me with disappointment in her eyes. "I promise to make it up to you tomorrow, okay babe?" Bella nodded her head and slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to a puddle on the floor beneath her. I stared at her, dressed in the white and red bra and thong set she had bought in Vienna. I cursed myself for dancing with her for so long when I could have been peeling these poor excuses for clothes from her body. I couldn't move, my eyes trained on Bella as she finally took everything off and bent over to pick up the dress, which she put on a hanger and hung back in the closet. I was hard and tonight was going to suck because we really did need to sleep in preparation for tomorrow.

I took off my suit and hung it up in the closet beside her dress. When I was finally naked, I crawled into bed beside her, making sure the covers were tight against us. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her neck sweetly before humming 'Into the Mystic' to her quietly. She fell asleep minutes later and I stayed up longer than I should have, dreading the fact that we were going to be apart soon.

A/N: Next up… PARIS DISNEYLAND! LOL. BTW... I think Chapter 31 or 32 will be the reveal. When I end up posting it, which I hope will be before Friday, I will be posting like four chappies at once. Who loves ya baby? Thanks for the patience.