College Love- Conor Maynard fanfic

Chapter 64

*Conor and Jack's Birthday* 

Alicia's POV 

I silently got out of bed so I can Conor his breakfast. I opened the door to Fletcher's room and saw that he was looking around. "Hi baby," I picked him up. I changed his diaper and headed downstairs. I put him in his highchair and started cooking. I put some bread in the toaster and started to cook some bacon. I was scrambling some eggs until I felt two arms wrap round me. I looked over and saw Conor. 

"Hi," I pecked his lips.

"Hi," he pecked mine. 

"Happy birthday," I kissed him one more time. 

"Thank you," He put his chin on my shoulder. I finished making the eggs and placed them on our plates. I finished eating and continued to feed Fletcher. 

"Well aren't you messy," I wiped off the food that was on Flethcher's hands. 

"His curls," Conor ran his hand through his curls. I took Fletcher's bib off and Conor got him out of his chair. My phone started to ring so I picked it up. 

A- Hello? 

J- Hey Alicia. 

A- Oh Jack, how's Paris? 

Jema and Jack are on in Paris to celebrate Jack's birthday. 

J- Fine, but I do need your help on something. 

A- Okay, what is it? 

J- Help me find a way how to propose to Jema. 

A- Wait, what? 

J- Surprise? I thought Conor told you. 

A- Your brother didn't tell me that. 

J- Oh, yeah. Well then. 

A- What about dropping hints through out the day and propose to her at night in front of the tower? 

J- That sound great, thanks. 

A- No problem, good luck. 

J- Thanks, see ya in a few days. 

I hung up the preally," I phone and looked at Conor. "How come you didn't tell me that your brother is gonna propose to my best friend?" I asked. 

"I forgot," he replied. "It just slipped out of my head." I nodded and sat down on the couch with him. 

*In Paris* 

Jack's POV 

After calling Alicia, I used her advice. Jema and I are walking down the streets of Paris looking at shops. Jema stopped in front of wedding dress shop. "You know those dresses look good on you," I told her. She let out a chuckle. 

"Ha, really?" she asked. 

"Yeah, really," I kissed her cheek. 

"You're a real charmer Maynard," she chuckled. 

"I am, aren't I," I wrapped my arm around her waist. We headed into some for shops and I saw a sign that says Mr. & Mrs. 

"Hey Jema what about this? For our house," I showed Jema. 

"That's nice, but we're not even married," she replied and looked at other things. We headed out of the shop and explored more of Paris. 

"We should head back head back to the hotel so we can freshen up for dinner," I suggested Jema. 

"Yeah we should," she agreed. We grabbed a taxi and headed back to the hotel. 

*Few Hours Later*