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Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six - Spotlight! [edited]

October 2015

Alexanders POV

**Mature Content**

I woke up with Melanie's curly tresses sprawled across my chest. She was still knocked out from last night. I slowly untangled my hand from her hair, careful not to wake her up and played with her frizzy curls.

I smiled at the sight of her resting peacefully on me, a part of me wanted to wake her up just to see her eyes but I decided against it. She needed her rest. I looked out the window and watched the sun rise out of Lake Geneva, making the room golden with the light it expelled.

I wanted to take her out and explore the city, maybe take a boat ride throughout the city and then have lunch, somewhere with a view of the lake. She loved the water even though she always complained about how the air around bodies of water made her hair "wild." I laughed at the memories of her grunting and groaning while trying to define her curls with her Shea Moisture curling "soufflé".  She could go on and on about that product, it was her 'holy grail'.

"What's so funny?" Her hoarse voice called. She lifted her head up and those big brown eyes met mine and I could not help but smile.

"Your hair, its all over the place." I teased. Instinctively her hands flew to her head trying to tame it down.

"Well who's fault is that?" She smirked, giving me a quick kiss.

'That honor is all mine.'  I thought with a smirk. I grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her onto my lap quickly, eliciting a giggle. My heart swelled every time I saw that smile.

"Mine, but please by all means, let me show you just how sorry I am."

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"Melanie, you look beautiful as always!" My mom said standing from the table to greet her 'daughter that she never had' and then me.

"Wow, and what am I mom, chopped liver?" I said as she pulled me into a hug.

"No son, what you are is a man who needs a better book of jokes." My dad interjected, giving my back a hard slap.

My parents had invited us to a late brunch at one of Geneva's most popular restaurants. We happened to be a little late because of Mel's need for, well.. me. I was just thankful that neither of them had mentioned anything. We sat at the table and the waitress came over immediately to take our drink orders. Melanie took advantage of Switzerlands drinking age and ordered a raspberry mimosa, I, on the other hand, kept my glass of water.

"So, Melanie, when am I going to get some grandchildren?" My nosy mother inquired. Well get right to the point then.

Melanie, flustered by the sudden question, looked my way stumbling over her words.

"Mom, don't worry, we'll have children when we're ready." I said, eliciting a huff from both of my eager parents.

"It won't be too long the way those two are hashing it out." My dad mumbled, bringing his glass of wine to his mouth giving me a sly look.

"Vincent!" My mom hissed, swatting his arm offering a quick apology to Melanie who was blush fiercely.

"What! That's my boy!" He said winking at me. Oh god please, make it stop.

"In all honesty, we haven't.. discussed children just yet, but like Alex said, you'll have grand babies when we're ready." Mel chimed in with a sweet smile.

"And how many are we thinking? Because Beth and I think four or five will do." My father said leaning into the table, anticipating our answer.

I didn't show it, but I was also waiting on Mel's answer. I would have an entire army of children with her if she wanted, but I would never ask her to surrender her body more times than she would want to.