“You are a gift, the fact that you said yes is the best thingyou could have ever given me, sunshine. I don’t need anything else from you, just you.” Nodding her head, Monica motions for him to move on with it and open the box. The moment he lifts the lid she knows what he sees.Her, in lingerie, all variations of red lingerie. She was nervous as he lifts the first picture and sees that there is another underneath it. Suddenly he sits on the floor, crossed legged with the box in front of him, lifting picture after picture out. He still hasn’t said anything and it’s driving her crazy. Does he hate them that much? “I know they aren’t that good, and I was planning on the pictures being printed into a book, but I ran out of time and had to settle.” He looks up at her with an undecipherable look in his eyes. “Sunshine, these look fucking amazing. I’m torn right now between how much I love these pictures and the knowledge that someone had to take them, which means someone was looking at you

Monica reaches up touching Julien's face and pulls his eyes up to meet hers. "Julien, honey, I’m still marrying you. There is nothing in this world that could stop me from wanting to marry you. I can’t wear my ring because it’s just too big, it’s not practical. I have to put gloves on and off all day, I won’t be able to do that with the ring on.” Although Julien feels like a weight has been lifted knowing she’s not leaving, he still doesn't like the thought of her walking around without the fucking ring on her finger. He wants the world to know she’s taken and taken by him. There’s also the fact that that particular ring has a GPS tracker in it. Julien knows, not his finest moment putting a tracker on her fiancée, but given the circumstances he thinks if he ever had to actually use it, he won’t regret putting it there. She of course does not know that her ring has this extra feature. There is no way Julien is letting her walk out of this apartment without that ring on her. Standing u

Monica's head was pounding, she reaches up to touch her forehead and find her movements restricted. Her hands were tied with rope. What the hell? Trying to look around, it’s dark, she was in a small cramped space, she was in a goddamn car boot. Closing her eyes, she tries to keep her breathing even and recall how she got here. She remembers being at work, she was serving snacks to an elderly patient. She remembers an orderly entering the room and that’s it. But she can’t remember anything else. She just need to breathe, stay calm. As much as she wants to scream out, she knows she needs to stay calm. The longer whoever put her here thinks she is still out of it, the longer Julien has to realise that she was missing and start searching. Oh god, the thought of Julien brings tears to her eyes. This is meant to be the start of their forever. What if they don’t get a forever? What if this morning was the last time she would get to kiss him? Hug him? She should have listened to him, she

The doctor continues, “my guess is it's early, the scan willtell us more.” Pregnant. Pregnant. She is pregnant. How did this happen? Of course she knows how this happened. She smiles at that thought. Then something lingers in the back of her mind. “Why don’t I remember what happened?” Monica asks the doctor. “You were injected with propofol, you were asleep for most of your ordeal I believe." She nods her head. Well, that explains why she can’t remember anything. “Will that hurt the baby?” she asks the doctor, as she does Julien looks up to the doctor while squeezing her hand. The doctor shakes his head. “No, the baby should be fine. Let’s get the scan done and find out how far along you are,” hesays with a reassuring smile. Monica was about to thank him but before she can, Julien breaks his silence. “Should be? Should be fine is not good enough.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialling someone, looking back down at her briefly before the call connects. “Dean, find the bes

"Hey!" Monica says as Julien grunts and says. "Sorry, was in the gym just thought of calling you and saying you that I'm not getting home today. You can have your tune at the shift. And how's Jamie?" His voice made her squeeze her eyes shut. "Ah, he is okay. He is big enough that he doesn't needs his mommy and daddy around. Well, gotta go see you." Saying Monica ends the call. Luckily, the line isn’t too bad this morning and she stands in the back, tapping her foot and wiggling her hips to a tune only she can hear. It basically sounds like ‘hurry,hurry, hurry . . . I need to hurry’ and probably makes me look like I need to pee, but no one pays me any mind. If it’s one thing people in New York City know, it’s to mind your own business. If someone wants to break out into afull-blown tap dance Broadway number, complete with striptease in the middle of the morning coffee rush hour, you keep your head down, not seeing a thing, and your hand on your bag. “Hey, Carrot Top! I’ve got your o