Falling into Place - Forbidden Heart Series

5| Selfies, old buildings, & bubble baths

"How about from this spot?" Danielle asked Harper for the tenth time.

"I don't know. Maybe you should try over here again."

Gwen frowned and shook her head. "There's too much sun over here. Try over in that corner."

Danielle pondered that suggestion. "That's a good idea, but what filter should we use? I don't want my face to look fat."

For the love of all things holy. . .

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. It was our second day of sight-seeing in Paris and I was exhausted. Then women. . . were exhausting. I loved them to death -- but they were exhausting and I was going to lose it.

"Bloody hell," Jackson muttered from beside me. "how much longer is this going to take?"

"I have no idea. They wanted to take a picture."

"That was an hour ago!"

"What was that, Jackson?" Harper asked with warning.

"nothing, princess," Jackson said quickly. A little too quickly. "take your time."

"Nice save. Are you trying to upset there women? Not to mention my pregnant hormonal wife? Believe me, you don't want to unleash The Beast."

"Talk any louder, brother, and you will."

Jackson wasn't wrong. Pregnancy hormones were raging inside my pregnant wife. It was like a game of ping pong. Once day I ate the last piece of apple pie, she cried. When she dropped her slice of pizza? She cried. Then there was that annoying car insurance commercial. . . Every time it came on TV she went into a blind rage.

No reason why.

Thankfully her hormones weren't that out of whack today. At least, not yet.

Our morning started out great, too. After breakfast we took an hour-and-a-half guided tour of Medieval Paris. We got to see Notre-Dame and Sainte-Chapelle. They even showed us Paris as it was before the revolution.

My inner history nerd loved everything about it.

Once the tour was over we went to see the Palace of Versailles. It was the former home of three kings named Louis. This tour was a little longer and took few hours. Then when we were guided to the village of Marie Antoinette, which was located on the grounds, the girls decided that was a perfect place to take a break.

Once we were done there, our next stop was the Palace of Fontainebleau. It was over eight-hundred-years-old, had one-hundred-thirty rooms, and was once home to Napoleon himself.

Jackson enjoyed this hotspot more than anyone. He wasn't much of a history bluff, but he loved architecture and old buildings. This one definitely fit the bill.

Once we left the Palace of Fontainebleau, the girls insisted on more touring. I was concerned about the toll it was taking on Danielle and insisted on taking a break. Danielle was a little irritated with me at first. She kept insisting that she was fine and that she didn't need to rest.

Then I reminder her that there was no shame in her taking a break -- that it didn't make her weak. Danielle was a strong and proud woman. She refused to show vulnerability or weakness to anyone. Even me. That was one of the things I was worried about that when we first found out she was pregnant. I knew she would never do anything intentionally to harm our baby, but I knew she would be her normal stubborn self.

And I was right.

But I was also happy to say that she was doing better. She was trying her hardest to let herself be a little vulnerable. Which is why we ended up going to a cafe called bread&roses.