You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning

Chapter Seventy Seven

You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning 77

*Landry's POV*

"Oh my gosh, Justin!" I squealed as our plane landed in Paris. "I can't believe we're here again!"

"I know," he said. "It's going to be awesome."

I let out another squeal of excitement, and Justin laughed at me. 

I fake pouted. "You're laughing at me," I complained. 

Justin laughed again. "That's because you're so adorable."

I smiled, and randomly pecked him on his lips. 

"Hey, I was wondering..." he started, but tailed off. 

"You were wondering what?" I asked. 

"Can you feel the baby yet?"

"I mean, a little bit," I said, putting my hand on my stomach. "It's not like it's kicking or anything, but it feels like... um, bubbles, I guess. That's probably the best way to describe it."

"And tomorrow is the start of week eight, right?" Justin asked. 

I nodded. 

"Only thirty-two more to go!" he exclaimed, throwing his fist into the air. 

I laughed. "You're such a kid!"

"But you love this kid," he said. 

"And only god knows why," I muttered. 

Justin smirked at me. "Gee, thanks, babe. I feel so loved."

"You are loved," I said, making him smile. "By twenty-five million hormonal teenage girls."

His smile dropped, making me laugh. 

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "I'm one of them."

He smiled again. "And you're the one that matters most."

***

"So what was your favorite part?"

I asked Justin. 

"Of the museum?" he asked. 

"It's not just a museum," I sighed. "It's the Louvre."

"Right, sorry," he said sarcastically. "Um, I liked the ice cream."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course you did."

Today was our second day here in Paris, and we went to the Louvre. We would have gone yesterday, but we were both jet lagged. 

Back to the Louvre: Justin didn't understand why it looked, and I quote, 'A big chunk of glass in the middle of the sidewalk.' He didn't appreciate what was inside either, but I didn't care. I had a great time. But of course, we had to get ice cream after. 

"So," I said. "How long are we staying here?"

"Three more days," Justin said, plopping down on the bed on his stomach. "We leave on Sunday."

I pouted. "But it's so short!"

"I know, but trust me," he mumbled into the pillow. 

"Trust you on what?"

"You'll see," he said, picking his head up so he could wink at me. And then he dropped it back down again.   

I got on the bed on my knees, and rubbed Justin's back.  

"So what are we doing tomorrow?" I asked. 

"Tomorrow we are going on the river tour, and then the Arc de Triomphe. And then a surprise tomorrow night."

I groaned. "Justin, you give me too much! I don't need another sur-"

"Trust me," he said, picking his was up again. "You'll like this one."

"Are we going to go back to the Eiffel Tower sometime?" I asked excitedly. 

"Sometime," he said. "I'll figure out when."

"Can we go shopping?" I asked. 

"If you want to."

"Yay!"

"Okay, can you do me a favor?" Justin asked, still mumbling into his pillow. 

"Sure," I said. 

He rolled onto his side, and opened his arm up for me to come lay by him. 

"Come here and go to sleep," he said sleepily. 

I laughed but did what he said. 

For some reason, I really wanted tomorrow to come.