Author's Note: I don't own anything! I'm just guessing on the time line for this part of the story. I think it might fit because it would make Jenny in her late thirties or early forties.

Paris, France

Mid to late 1960's.

"Marielle! We'll be late!" A voice chimed in the conversation.

"Whatever, it is a tourist trap anyhow." Marielle commented quickly.

"For you perhaps, but for us full-blooded, uncultured American swine we call it a damn good time." One girl teased back.

"It's not my fault I'm half-French." Marielle DuBonne quipped.

"Are the girls really nude?" One voice asked.

"Yes. It is the Moulin Rouge after all." Marielle said. She still couldn't get over the American pre-occupation with compulsive modesty.

"So Marielle why are you here after all?" One of the girls she shared the dorm with asked again.

"Studying abroad fees are cheaper than traveling on my own." Marielle quipped.

"Aha! How clever." One girl said with a smile. She would have never thought of such a thing.

"Ladies...let's go!" Marielle directed as a half-dozen girls trickled out of the dorm suite they had been sharing all semester.

"Mademoiselle, this is from the gentleman at the next table." The waiter explained as he poured Marielle and her friends the finest champagne they had available.

Marielle looked over and saw the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. He had dark hair, dark eyes, sculpted cheekbones and he was pleasantly tan. Marielle decided to be bold. She tapped him on the shoulder.

"I am Marielle, thank you for the delightful champagne." She whispered in his ear.

Gently, he leaned in and reached for her hand.

"I am Renee Benoit, and you are very welcome." The man replied.

Six Months Later

"Daddy! No!" Marielle yelled over the phone.

"It is for the best. You have shamed us." Pierre DuBonne said before hanging up on his daughter.

Marielle sat in her room crying. It was only a matter of time now. She would be staying in Paris, and having her child alone. Her father had wired her plenty of money. He said that he would care for her, and he had delivered on his promise. Considering the circumstances Marielle should have been grateful, but money to live lavishly on wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to come home to her parents and have her baby in America with her mother close by to guide her. Now it would never happen. First Renee had shut her out completely, leaving her with a modest amount of money, claiming that she could get by. Now her own family denied her. It was almost too much to bear.

Two Years Later

"Jennifer...don't go too far!" Marielle warned as Jennifer DuBonne ran through a tree-lined park in Paris.

It was too late. Jenny had taken off like a speeding train, and all Marielle could see were her daughter's red curls running away from her. Panting and out of breath, Marielle finally caught up to her daughter.

"Mama!" Jenny squealed as she squirmed in the arms of a young man.

Marielle glanced at the man's uniform and recognized it instantly. He was an American Marine.

"Thank-you for finding her!" Marielle said as she smiled at the handsome young man and stared at Jenny.

"Mama!" Jenny said as she reached for her mother.

"It's no problem ma'am." The Marine said as he handed Jenny off to Marielle.

"Please, sir, don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel so old." Marielle confessed as she blushed a bit, staring into the bright green eyes of the young soldier.

"Please don't call me sir. My name is Jasper Shepard." The young man said as he extended a hand.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Marielle heaved a sigh and slid the small piece of paper on top of the contents of the large trunk. She doubted that anybody would ask, especially with such a small child. But she had it if she needed it, and it would be useful documentation for the American courts. The four words were burned into her mind: "Termination of Parental Rights." As she looked at Jasper playing with Jenny in the sitting room, she couldn't help but smile, relieved that Renee had actually signed the document.

THE END