His name is Joseph Morgan

Ch. 23

Our first stop in France was Paris, wow it is amazing. If I ever decide to live in this part of the world, I will definitely live here. We've been here for a week in Paris,  and I still have not seen enough of it. Seph and I are sitting  outside of a little bistro enjoying the cool fall breeze along with tea.

" Seph can we stay maybe a couple more weeks, I love Paris. If we stay here as my birthday gift I will be extremely grateful.  We can see the rest of France on another trip. " I pleaded.

" It's fine with me, as long as you enjoy it." He shrugged his shoulders.

It was apparent his thoughts were else where. I studied his profile, there is no one as handsome as Seph in my eyes. He's beautiful, he hate when I say that but he really is in a manly way.

" I know this is a sore subject love, but what about law school?

I sighed heavily,  here we go. Can't I get a minute of  enjoying life without these stupid interruptions.  I know he's not going to agree,  but dammit this is my life.

"Look  Seph, "

He cuts me off,  "Hold on love, don't get defensive. It's your decision,  I'm just concerned. You know with us being pregnant, less stress would be ideal. " he said with seriousness.

I smiled, " Sorry, I've been defending myself a lot lately.  The truth? I don't want to be a lawyer. I want to take a few culinary classes, but only to learn techniques. I'm not concerned about a career now, I never was really. That was something everybody else expected. With me being pregnant, I just want to be a stay at home mom. I want our children to experience life to the fullest. I want  them to do all of the things that kids should do, I know that's not what you wanted to hear. "  I shrug my shoulders and watch the people walk by.

We sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke. " I wanted so much more for you, but ultimately it is your decision,"  he frowned, " how many children do you want? " he smiles and lean forward.

" At least three, " I smile deeply as I look into his eyes,  "and I want them to all be beautiful like you. "

His smile dropped and I giggled, " Jessica you can't call a man like me beautiful. " he scowl.

I just lift my shoulder like whatever and roll my eyes. He grunts, " We are in the public, but I will still tan that perfect ass of yours. "

I feel my purse clench and changed the subject , "So what are we doing next my manly beautiful husband?"

" We shop my extraordinary beautiful nymph of a wife."

"Really Seph, I think you have a shopping addiction, but at least I now know who you get it from. Your adorable mother. "

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"Excusez-moi que vous parlez anglais," I ask the lady if she speak English.

"Yes, how may I assist you? " thank you God. I quickly ask her feeling hope arise in my heart, "yes, have you seen a man come through. He's about 5'11" with short dirty blonde hair with aqua blue eyes. He weigh about 159 lbs. With a black leather jacket and dark jeans."

"Non Madame." My hope deflate once again.

" Merci Manquer une bonne journée." I thank her and wish her a good day. I walk away with tears in my eyes.

I have been searching for Seph diligently for the past three weeks  and still no sign of him anywhere. The last time we were together we enjoyed a beautiful night of sightseeing in Paris which is far more enchanting than the daytime. We made wild passionate love into the early hours. He held me tight and whispered how much he loved me until I fell asleep. The next morning he was gone.