Wake up in Paris

Chapter 1

I stretched and opened my eyes. A smile slipped onto my face as I stared at my boyfriend, Louis. We had done it. We were in Paris. I snapped into reality and checked my watch. 6:37. I groaned and got up off the mattress that was still on the floor, protected by towers of boxes. You'd think we be sick of boxes by now. They were everywhere you turned. Every room, ever corner, every nook and cranny. It felt like a horror story; with boxes. But I was so happy to finally be in Paris. I made my way to the kitchen and for once enjoyed the freezing hardwood floor that nipped at my frozen feet. I wasn't sure what to make for breakfast, but decided I should probably check to see what we had before making any plans.

I was making pancakes and getting the eggs ready when I got a call from my mom. I put her speakerphone because it was one thing to try and make scrambled eggs while the pancakes nagged for my constant attention. I wasn't willing to add holding a phone to my morning troubles.
"Hello mama."
"Bonjour Colette! How's Paris?"
"It's going fine mama. I'm just trying to make breakfast while Louis is sleeping."
"If I was there I would wake that lazy boy and tell him to be a man and help you."
I chuckled. Mama always had this view that women shouldn't have to all the house work. Men should help. Which isn't such a bad idea.
"I know you would mama. But I'm going to let him sleep. We have a big day ahead of us."
"Humph. I still don't think it's right you have to unpack all by yourself!" I sigh.
"We've been over this. He has to go to work. I still have a week. Plus, that means I get to put things where I want them." Decorating was not Louis' forte.
"Anyways. I've got to go. It was great talking to you mama. I love you!!"
"I love you too Colette. Stay safe."
"I will. Bye!"
"Bye!"

I had finished setting the table when Louis walking in. He stretched and ran his fingers through his untamable blonde hair. His piecing blue eyes perked up when he saw the breakfast I had made him.
"What's this?"
"Motivation." I smiled.
"You didn't have to." He said as he sat down. I walked by his seat and kissed him on the head and made my way around the table to my seat. He groggily started to eat and then looked up as he remembered something. "After work. As our first date in Paris. It seems only right we go to the Eiffel Tower." I smile and laugh a little bit.
"It seems only right."
"I get home around five. Do you want to leave say around six? We can grab dinner and-"
"Since when have you needed and hour get ready?"
"Well I just thought six was an appropriate time to leave. Plus I was thinking it would formal. I in a suit in tie. You in. Well a dress." I chuckle at his sleep like state. He was adorable.
"It's a date." He gives me his appreciative dorky smile.