Time: Two years before the marriage of Nathan Vincent Ford and Maggie Jane Collins
Location: Paris, France
Ages: Nathan Ford, 20
Sophie Devereaux, 19
Maggie Collins, 18
Eliot Spencer, 9
Alec Hardison, 4
The couple lie naked in there bed, comfortable in each others embrace. Oddly enough the girl looked quite lost in thought.
"What's wrong Soph," the man asked softly.
"Huh? Oh, it's it's nothing Nate," Sophie lied unconvincingly.
"It doesn't take a grifter to tell when someones upset. You trust me, right?"
Damn, he's not going to let this go, bloody wanker. I've got to tell him. NOW. "Nate, I'm pregnant."
"What? When, how? It's mine isn't it? Sophie?"
She sat up and hit him with a pillow him, "Of course it's yours! Whose else would it be!"
Nate shrugged and grinned. "Our baby, Soph, we're having a baby!"
And with that she broke down in sobs and hugged him tightly.
"I w-was hoping y-you would s-say that! I-I d-didn't think y-you would st-stay."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, "I'll always stay with you, my beautiful Juliet."
"My perfect," she stopped and kissed him. "Perfect." kiss "Romeo."