Renewing our Vows

Chapter 5: Honeymoon (part 1)

We had decided months before that we didn't want to spend the night of our wedding on the plane so we checked in to a hotel for the evening near the airport.

When we got to our room, he swept me up and carried me across the threshold before tossing me on the bed and ripping off my clothes. He had whispered that he loved me and that I was beautiful before sinking deep inside me. We took it slow as our moans grew louder and we both reached our peak together; shuddering and panting before falling asleep soundly, wrapped in one another's arms.

Alex still wouldn't tell me where we were going but he had told me to pack for warm weather. I had assumed we were going somewhere tropical so when we got to the check-in counter and my ticket read Amsterdam, I looked up at him in confusion. I had never been to Europe and couldn't figure out why he had chosen Amsterdam.

He smiled at me and said, "It's not our final destination, we're just connecting there." I smiled before stretching up on my toes to kiss him.

I slept most of the plane ride so it went very quickly. When we got to the airport in Amsterdam and he printed out the tickets, he turned to me with a huge grin spread across his face.

"Are you ready to know where we're going?" he asked. I nodded and he handed me the ticket.

I stared at it for probably a full minute before I could speak.

"Paris?" I asked, my voice barely audible. I couldn't believe it. Going to Paris had been my dream for as long as I could remember. I didn't even know I had mentioned that to him. Maybe once in passing but I couldn't believe he remembered that.

"Is that okay?" he asked and I finally looked up at him, blinking several times to clear the tears from my eyes.

"Is that okay?!" I asked laughing and crying simultaneously. "Alex, you're taking me to Paris?"

He smiled at me and nodded. "I'm taking you to Paris," he said softly.

I threw my arms around his neck and he stumbled backwards, laughing. I cried against his shoulder and choked out, "Thank you so much."

"You're so welcome," he whispered back squeezing me tightly before pulling back to kiss my forehead and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

I reached my hands up to cradle his face and kissed him hard. He kissed me back at first but when I opened my mouth to his, he smiled and pulled away.

"Let's continue this a little later. We're going to miss our plane," he said and took my hand to lead me to the gate. The flight was only a couple hours and then a 40 minute cab ride to our apartment.

We pulled up to a white building with a green door around 6 pm that evening. All the windows were lined with beautiful flower boxes all the way to the roof. It was exactly how I had always pictured my first stay in Paris.

We were staying on the fourth floor of the building in a large 2 bedroom apartment. When we walked in, I was completely speechless.

The foyer was so grand, complete with wood floors, intricate white and beige patterns covering the walls, and a large entry table with a flower vase about the size of me, filled with red roses. Beyond the foyer was the living room. Against the far wall were 3 floor-to-ceiling French doors dressed with white sheer curtains that lead to the patio. However, my focus was directed to the elegant grand piano that sat directly in the middle of the room. Of course he would find a place that had a piano; he loved to hear me play.

I realized I hadn't said anything for about 30 seconds when his voice brought me back to reality. "Do you like it?" he asked from where he stood beside me.