Trina woke up feeling sore, but happy. The happiest she's ever been in her life it felt like. Ever since she had declared her love for Spencer, it seemed like each and every moment got better and better. Last night, she had made love for the first time and it was with a man she truly loved. Her husband.
Husband. Now that was a grown-up word if there ever was one. Husband. It had been a title she had thought she'd be almost thirty before using, but happily, that wasn't the case. She was only twenty, but she had a husband! How about that, not only that, last night, she had completed another milestone! She had made love to the man she had pledged her life to and she had no regrets! Spencer had been so gentle, so loving...she could not picture her first time being with anyone else.
Her gaze fell on her sleeping husband and she felt herself fall even deeper in love with him. Asleep, he resembled the innocent little boy he had once been. Gone were the worries of the waking world. He seemed so carefree. So at peace. It was how she wished he could be in the waking world, but she knew that was impossible. She could make him happy and maybe a little at peace, but the worries were still there at the back of his mind, ready to be dealt with sooner or later.
Kissing his cheek, she slipped out of bed and then went to her luggage to dig out the new robe she had purchased. It was a lacy pink little thing that covered her torso, but little else. Joss had claimed that Spencer would love it on her. Well, that was yet to be seen. Slipping on the robe and tying it together, Trina stepped out onto her balcony with her cell phone in hand. She held it in front of her face and took a selfie.
Addressing it to Joss, she sent it with the caption: Do I look different to you?
Suddenly, she felt rather silly for sending it. Of course, she didn't look different...but she felt different. She wasn't just Trina Robinson anymore. She was Trina Cassadine. Someone's wife. Being Spencer's wife was part of whoever this new version of herself was and it felt rather good.
"Hey, there you are," Spencer stood in the doorway leading back into the room. He was back in his boxers and stared at Trina with dark brown eyes that beckoned for her to rejoin him, preferably in bed.
"It's my first morning in Paris. I wanted to greet it properly."
"And how about your husband? Do you have a greeting for him?" Spencer asked, his voice teasing.
"Of course," Trina went to him and wrapped her arms around him as she gave him a long deep kiss. Pulling apart, they smiled into each other's eyes. "Good morning, Mr. Cassadine."
"Good morning, Mrs. Cassadine. Do you want to dine in our room, or do you want a real Parisian breakfast at a cafe?"
"Ooh, a cafe of course! We have to get ready though...I think I know what I want to wear for my first day in Paris!"
"Well, I suggest we both shower and get dressed. The cafes will be opening soon," Spencer kissed her once more, before going back into the bedroom.
Trina took one last look at the gorgeous view and sighed happily. "Good morning, Paris."
It was indeed going to be a beautiful day and she couldn't wait to explore it!
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Port Charles…
Joss entered General Hospital, on her way to a doctor's appointment. She was looking at her phone, reading the latest text that Trina had sent her when she accidentally bumped into someone. Her face reddened when she saw that it was Trina's mother Portia.
"Joss, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," Portia apologized, closing the file she had been reading while making her way to the nurse's desk.
"I am the one that's sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," Joss apologized, feeling awkward. The last time that she had seen Portia was at Trina's wedding ceremony. She had to say that she felt sorry for both Portia and Trina. Their relationship had been similar to her own relationship with her mother. Trina had looked up to Portia and thought that the woman could do no wrong, but now it was all broken and both mother and daughter seemed lost without the other. She wished there was a way that she could help them heal the rift that now existed.
Portia just gave an awkward smile. "It looks like you're in quite a hurry."
"Oh, I just have an appointment with my OBGYN. It's nothing really serious."
"Oh, that's good," Portia nodded, dying to ask about Trina. She had gotten a strange text from her daughter the night before, but she wasn't sure if she should bring it up. "Um...have you seen Trina at all today?"
"Oh...um...well I've received a text, but Trina's out of the country right now."
Portia frowned, alarmed by this news. "What?"
"Oh yeah, she and Spencer went to Paris France for their honeymoon. They'll be gone for a few weeks. But it looks like she's having a great time from the few texts I've received," Joss decided to share the pictures. Trina never said not to show Portia the texts. So it should be fine, right. She pulled up the picture of the Parisian rooftops and showed the shocked doctor. "She sent me this last night. It looks awesome, doesn't it?"
Portia's heart dropped, realizing that it was the same picture that Trina had sent her the night before. She had obviously sent it by accident. "It's beautiful. I hope she's having a wonderful time."
"Yeah, me too. She deserves it. I wish I could be with her, but three's a crowd," Joss laughed awkwardly. "Well, I better go. Have a nice day!"
Joss hurried off, leaving Portia to her own thoughts.
Her little girl was now a married woman, off on her honeymoon. She no longer needed Portia. She had a life of her own now. A life she was building with a man who certainly didn't deserve her, not in Portia's opinion...not that her opinion mattered. Not anymore. Trina's life was separate from hers now and only time would tell if there will be any relationship in the future at all.
Maybe she should text her daughter. Tell her that she'll be ready to talk whenever Trina deemed herself ready to work through this hard patch. Let her know that it was okay that she wasn't ready and to enjoy her honeymoon. That she wished her daughter a happy marriage, even though she didn't agree with it…
But then she changed her mind. Trina wouldn't like to hear from her. She'd deem it a manipulation tactic. A way to keep Trina from enjoying what should be a carefree time in her life and keep their broken relationship at the forefront. No, it was best if Portia just let things be for now. Let Trina enjoy her honeymoon. Perhaps then, she'll be ready to talk and put back together what Portia herself had broken.
Trina was right. Only time and space were going to heal their relationship. Anything else would tear it apart.
…..
Trina stared out of the glass-paned window of the cafe, watching people walk to and from their destination. She had just gotten through eating a plate of strawberry crepes with orange juice and sausage and now she was just soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying the company.
"So, what do you want to do first? I'm up for anything," Spencer grinned. "We can go to the Eiffel Tower...or to the Louvre. Or we can…"
"I want to go to Giverny. I want to see Monet's house and his garden. You said we could remember?" Trina's eyes widened happily with the idea. "I bet it's beautiful."
"Ok, sure. Let me get it all set up," Spencer took out his cell phone.
"Wait...maybe we should use today to plan everything. We can do the Eiffel Tower today and even the Louvre, but I have a feeling that there's a lot more to do and see and it's a bit more complicated than doing it spur of the moment…"
"Trina," Spencer chuckled, the arrogance she disliked so much seemingly back. "I am a Cassadine. People move mountains for us. We can do anything we want, at any time. Spur of the moment or not."
Trina rolled her eyes and sighed. "Spencer, that may be the case, but don't you think it's rude and inconsiderate to just assume that people will do things for us and that we can go anywhere just because of our last name? You said that you liked me because I saw past all of that and now you're wanting to use it for your benefit? Which is it? Do you want to be Prince Spencer Cassadine or just Spencer Cassadine? I tell you one thing, I like Spencer more than I like the Prince."
"It'd be for your benefit too," Spencer smirked, then winced, realizing what he was doing and that she was right. "But you're right. I didn't think of it as rude and inconsiderate, but now that you had put it that way...let's go with your suggestion. The Eiffel Tower and then the Louvre and then we go back to the hotel and arrange what we'll do tomorrow."
"There's the Spencer that I know love," Trina giggled, then reached over to touch his hand. "I'm sorry for being so blunt…"
"No, I like it. That's one of the things that drew me to you. You tell it like it is. No holds barred. I wouldn't want you to change that about yourself, Trina. Really. And I do let the Prince out more than I should and I'm glad that you aren't afraid to call me out on it when I do."
"I just want people to see the real you, Spencer and they won't if you keep hiding behind the name. You are so sweet, kind, considerate, and generous. People should know that about you. I can't be the only one."
"You say that about me but...I don't know. Sometimes it's as if you are talking about a stranger."
"Oh, Spencer…"
"People expect arrogance and bragging. When they see me, they fall over themselves, trying to please me, like I'm the King of Egypt or something. Only you saw through that...granted, you thought my name was Victor, but you still didn't fall for the whole Cassadine thing."
"That's just it, Spencer. People expect you to be that way. Try surprising them instead. Prove them wrong."
"You have a point there. It'd knock people over at my school if they found out that I'm not as bad as they assumed."
"You're not bad at all. You're pretty wonderful, actually," Trina smiled, again becoming lost in his eyes, not for the first time. "I'd love to get to know more about what your life was like here."
Something in Spencer lit up as he processed Trina's words. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it before? "Trina...do you mean that?"
"Yes, of course, I do," Trina chuckled.
Spencer took her hand and pulled her up out of her chair. "Well then, your wish is my command. Let me pay the bill and then we'll be on our way."
"Where are we going?"
"That my dear is a surprise!" Spencer grinned, giving her lips a quick peck, before signaling for the waitress to come with the check.
