As we head down the elevator, I am doing everything I can not show how badly I am sweating under my clothes. I have no reason to believe that she will not agree; we have talked about this many times in the bed, going places, and now she is carrying the next heir to our empire if it is a boy, of course. The guys are just chatting away around us about how much they have really enjoyed this vacation so far and what they are planning on doing for the rest of the cruise and while we are on the island. I don't really hear much of what they are talking about because my mind is racing so fast that it feels like I can not catch up with it.

A tap on my chest brings me out of my thinking quickly. "Baby, what do you think about us touring the island tomorrow? I would love to take the limo you rented out again and see what all is on this island."

"Sure thing, love, anything you want to explore while we are here on the island we will do," kissing her on the cheek.

As we exit the building, there is a huge stretch limo sitting there waiting on us, just as I had asked for it to be. Climbing into the sleek, black car, she looks around at the inside of it. Decked out in purple neon, small white spotlights in the top make it look like we are looking at the stars. Smiling at how they nailed everything I asked for, Conner reaches for a bottle of champagne and pops the cork.

"Who would like some of the bubbly," he asks in a fancy voice trying to imitate a butler with a British accent.

We all laugh at him while grabbing glasses; I reach down into the mini-fridge, grabbing her a bottle of sparkling cider so she won't feel left out.

"Here, baby, this bottle is just for you to enjoy while we have the other."

Smiling widely, she takes it from my hand then sips on it as we continue. Soon, we arrive at the huge restaurant that I want to do this in. My palms are sweating so badly that I have not even held her hand, so I will not give anything away. As we get out of the limo, I quickly wipe my hands off on my pants as I exit to offer her mine to be helped out. Her smile is huge as she looks at the fancy restaurant that sits right on the water. Placing her arm in the crook of mine, we climb the long steps up to the front of the restaurant, where a man dressed in a suit opens the door for us and welcomes us to the Le Petit Paradis. I give my name to the hostess; then she leads us to a table overlooking the ocean right at a window. Helping her sit down in her seat then taking my seat at the head of the table, all the guys are happy and talking with everyone. Shay looks at me with a wide smile as she looks around the five-star restaurant that is one of the nicest ones on this island. A huge ship cruises by in the channel, and she watches it like a child looking at a ship for the first time in their life. Touching her hand, she jerks to look at me.

"Baby, is everything fine? You seem lost tonight?" stroking her hand slowly.

She sighs, then nods her head slowly. "Yeah, my emotions are all over the place right now. I want to cry one second, laugh the next, then it goes to almost being mad for no reason. I do my best to bury them deep down and not to show them because I know you would worry what in the world is going on with me."

I let out a small chuckle, then grab her hand in mine. "I did at first, love, but now I know what is going on with you, so when you change emotions so fast within a few minutes, I just let it slide. If you are really mad at me, you scrunch up your nose, and your eyes also tell me that you really are that mad; it is not your hormones."

She smacks my arm lightly. "I do not do that," but her nose is scrunched up a little. Taking my finger, I tap it, and she relaxes her nose. "Oh my god! I do scrunch it up. Never in my life have I realized that I did that when I got mad."

Kissing her cheek, I am still chuckling softly. "I have been studying your facial features for a long time, love. I know how to read most of them now, so if you bite my head off for no reason, don't feel bad. I will give you my full attention when you are really pissed off at me."

A waitress comes overlooking the table then licks her lips with all of us men sitting here dressed in our best causal clothes. With a sexy smile, she looks at us.

"What can I get you gentlemen tonight to drink?" as she locks eyes with me.

"What would you like to drink tonight, love?" looking at her.

"I have been craving a milkshake for a few hours now. I want a chocolate one, please."

I nod then look back at the waitress. "I want a Belgian Ale," picking up the menu to scan it as the others order the drinks they want. She walks off then I let out a long breath because whatever cheap perfume she had on almost made me sick to my stomach.

"What are you going to get tonight, baby?" she looks at me with her nose wrinkled too. I guess she got a whiff of whatever that nasty stuff was also.

"I might get the seafood sampler platter they have. It looks good and has all the different types I like," pointing to it on my menu.

She looks over at it, then flips to it on hers, then her eyes go wide "How in the world can you eat all of that?"

"I am hungry; when I am famished, I can eat a huge plate. You have been around me enough now to know that," smiling big at her.

"Yeah, I do, but that is enough for you and me both to eat off of. There is no way in the world I could eat all of that."

"If you want, we can split it. The lobster is mine, though."

She shakes her head. "That is what I want so that I will order my own. I am not going to take the one thing that you really want from you."

The waitress has come back with our drinks and sets them down at each of us. "Are you gentlemen ready to order?"

Rolling my eyes because she has done this twice now, ignoring my baby, I look over at her and smile. "Love, would you like to go first?"

She smiles and looks up at the waitress who's eye is twitching a little "I would like the lobster plate, steamed vegetables, and the Cesar salad, please."

She scribbles it down then looks over at me with a sexy smile. "How about you, sir?"

"I want the seafood sampler platter, baked potato, and the salad with ranch dressing."

She winks at me, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying not to breathe in that nasty perfume since she is standing right beside me. Finally, she leaves after taking our orders, and I have to get up for a minute.

"Sorry, I need a little fresh air. Her perfume is making me feel sick. Baby, would you like to join me?"

She stands up, taking my arm as I escort her out onto the porch overlooking the ocean. Taking a few deep breaths when we get out there to clear my nose, she has leaned her elbows on the railing overlooking the water. The moon bounces off her making it look like an angel standing there; well, in a manner of speaking, that is what she is to me—my angel, soulmate, and soon-to-be fiancée. Walking up behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and lay my head on her shoulder.

"What are you thinking, love?" whispering in her ear.

"Nothing really, just how pretty it is here. It is also so quiet that I would love to come back here and visit again in the future" as she turns around in my arms, planting a kiss on my lips with hers. I deepen it pulling her close, drinking it in like it was the last breath that I would ever take. When we both part, she is panting some, and so am I. Looking down at this wonderful woman that has seeped into my pores and tamed a beast that everyone thought would never be able to be tamed, I guess there is no better time than now.