SM owns. NOT BETA'D

Witfit prompt: Boredom

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It's well into the late morning when we do finally decide to sightsee. It's cold out, so we bundle up and settle into one of the many cafes for some coffee and croissants.

Paris is... Paris. We visited years ago when Rose and I were kids. That was the time when my parents tried to take us somewhere new every summer so we could be "cultured human beings." That, of course, ended when we got to college, but those trips were some of the best memories of my life.

We avoid the Louvre like the plague because really, it's a huge motherfucking museum that would easily take two days to see, and we've both already seen the major paintings there. Bella already tackled the entire museum her first week here. I let her fill me in on her favorites as we finish breakfast. I love listening to her talk excitedly about the things she's passionate about. Her eyes widen and shine with enthusiasm, her hands gesturing all over the place. She's always been like this, and I've always loved it.

We spend the rest of the day alternating between walking in the cold and escaping into the small bakeries and stores to thaw out. The city looks incredible with the sights of the holidays all around. It's Christmas Eve, so even the normally crabby Parisians are pretty chill. There's no chance for boredom with a city this big and full of life.

My gift for B is back at the hotel. I'm planning to give it to her in tonight. It took me forever to figure out what to give her, but I think I managed to pick out the perfect gift for her.

"Okay, I think I've seen enough of Paris for today. I'm ready to see a little more of you right now. What do you say, Angelgirl?" I nuzzle her neck, my chin pushing down on her scarf to reach her warm skin.

"Mmmmm," she moans, shivering from the cold, or from me, I'm not sure and I don't care. "Yes, let's go. But can we stop by my place first so I can get some stuff? Something tells me I won't be there a lot this week," she giggles, wrapping her arms tight around my neck.

"Love, if I had it my way, you'd be flying back home with me."

I don't mean to really blurt it out like that. When Bella leans away a bit to look at me, I want nothing more than to kiss the sadness away from her face.

"Hey, don't be sad, Angel. I know things are the way they are for a reason. You'll be home soon, really soon. Three more months will pass in the blink of an eye and before you know it, I'll be waiting for you at the airport back home waiting for you. Then, we start the rest of our lives." I pause, suddenly understanding the gravity of those words. I don't want to push her, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be with Bella for the rest of my life. "That is, if that's what you want..."

Bella's smiles grows sweetly on her beautiful lips as her gloves hands frame my face.

"Yes. Yes, that's what I want. That's exactly what I want."

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A/N: SO much sweetness, I think I'm getting cavities.

We're in the home stretch now, people... probably like 3-5 chapters left. Thank you for loving Delayward as much as I do.

Fic rec:

The Runner by Coldplaywhore: You really can't go wrong with anything she writes. This one just started, but I'm already interested. Looks like it's gonna be an interesting road trip ;)

TV REC: Also, this is not ff-related, but if you're not watching Game of Thrones, aw hell, well you should be. The plots and subplots are AMAZING, and the boys are pretty.

Especially Gendry. It's all about Gendry. You'll see.