"Are you feeling any little pangs of guilt?" Michael-Vincent smiled at his wife.
"More like big stabs of guilt! What did we do?" Christine Hodgins laughed as she rolled over to face her husband. "I fly to Paris to visit for a few days, and we get married? Without our families here?" She shook her head, smiling.
"Well, look at it this way...we've saved them a lot of time and expense. You know they expected us to get married some day. It was just sooner than they expected." Michael-Vincent pulled Christine close. "You're happy, aren't you?"
"Deliriously so...although perhaps we should've planned things a little better…."
"This turned out exactly the way I planned it." Michael-Vincent sat up and stretched. "You're my wife like I always wanted you to be."
"But where am I going to work, Mikey? I don't speak French. I still need to finish at least a year of school to get my degree. You're not working…."
"You're going to fly home tomorrow. I'll be home in a few weeks. I've got a job lined up teaching art at an elementary school. You can still finish your degree, and even go to grad school if you want. Come on, Chrissy...it's all going to work out..."
"So when will we announce our marriage?" Christine grinned and poked her husband. "I don't know if I can keep this a secret for long!"
"When I get home we'll have our parents over for dinner and tell them then. I really don't think they're going to be surprised."
"I don't think my mom will care about me not having a real wedding." Christine sighed. "She'll probably be okay...but my dad...that's another story."
"We got married in a church. He'll be happy for us, Chrissy…."
"I hope so. I love you, Mikey….."