Two's Company, Three's Love

London

A/N: I'm sorry for this crappy chapter. With a few exceptions, I don't find London all that exciting. Please forgive me :/ 

They had a few shows throughout France. As a group, they went out wine-tasting one afternoon. Luke shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, 'Never again'. Amarelle was photographing everything she could. Shows, the audience, her adventures out "in town". She was having the time of her life! They had taken a train into London because the next few shows were in Great Britain.

Tim had already talked to his husband. He'd gotten to spend the evening with her in Paris. It was time for Adam to spend a little one-on-one time with their girlfriend. There were a few things that made her bounce in her seat at the prospect of seeing. The first show was tomorrow night, so people were making plans. They'd arrived early enough in the day that Adam decided they'd take the whole day. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her away from the rest of their group.

"Where are we going?" She looked back at Tim who was just smirking at her.

"Places."

"Come on, sweetie! Where are we going?" She exclaimed making him laugh

"We're going sight-seeing! Just you and me today." He stopped and turned towards her with a warm smile

Her eyes lit up as her face broke out in a wide smile. He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and rested his forehead against hers.

"Is that ok?"

"Of course it is! I love getting to spend time with each of you." She accentuated every few words with a kiss, "So what all are we going to go see?"

"I figured all the touristy sights first. Then we'll go from there." His face lit up in a wide smile

The first place he wanted to go take her too was the Tower Bridge. It was a combined bascule and suspension bridge in London which had been built between 1886 and 1894. The bridge consists of two bridge towers tied together at the upper level by two horizontal walkways. She took a few photos of it trying to capture the magic of what she was looking at.

"Holy cow!"

He just smirked at her expression. 'A trip to London is incomplete without strolling through Green Park to catch a glimpse of Buckingham Palace' he'd been told. They did want her to have the best, most memorable experience possible. Shouldn't he take her to all the normal "tourist" spots then? Would it be boring for her? Seeing her looking this way and that as she tried to take everything in said she wasn't bored.

The palace has been home to the British Royal Family since 1837 according to a brochure he'd picked up. It features 775 rooms and the largest private garden in London. Some of the palace is open to visitors, so he thought it would be neat to go in and see a little piece of the royal lifestyle.

"Who the hell needs 775 rooms?" You'd have to use half those rooms just for maids!" She shook her head with a sigh making him laugh.

"Babe, I imagine some of those were for other servants, soldiers, a few guests, library, that kind of stuff." He laughed, slipping his arm around her waist

"Could you imagine trying to clean 775 rooms? Like, 'sorry gov'nah we only got 100 rooms cleaned in 18 hours. We'll get another 100 cleaned tomorrow.' What an existence!" She huffed making him laugh even harder

From the outside, they got to watch the world-famous "Changing of the Guard". She stood there just watching with a bit of awe. This procedure happens a few times every day, again, according to the brochure he had. What a way to witness a historic tradition and the utmost discipline of the Royal Guard who are all wearing the iconic London bearskin!