I'm shaking. What the hell is this? How can no one be out after that gunshot?

I stand a few meters from Rachel's body. Michael manages to move, and he steps forward to Rachel. He kneels down by her, shifting the strands of hair from her face. He looks down on her.

"Oh, Rachel," he sighs.

He lifts her head onto his lap.

"You didn't deserve to die. You were crazy in the head, but no one deserves death," he says.

I feel tears forming in my eyes. That's two deaths I've witnessed now, just in the past few months..

"Michael.. what are we going to do with her?" I ask, my voice croaking.

Michael takes a moment to think, then looks at Rachel.

"We're gonna have to get someone to take her away. I don't know what we're gonna say.. what if they arrest us?!" Michael panics.

"Then I'll go," I say. Michael frowns.

"No. You can't. You're pregnant," he says.

'And what does that matter?' I ask. He looks up at me again.

"Look, I just.. I want you to be safe," he tells me.

"I know, Michael. But, Rachel's killed herself, people are gonna be asking questions," I say.

"I'm not denying that. But look, I can't let you go. I'll go. And, besides, we might not even get arrested," Michael says.

I take my phone from Rachel's pocket. I give Michael his too.

"I'll call an ambulance," I say.

I dial 911 and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello? I need an ambulance. Uh.. there's a young girl here.. she's got a gun in her hand, I think she shot herself.. I don't know what happened.. I just found her here," I explain.

"Ok, we'll send an ambulance right over," the guy on the other end of the line says.

"We're by the Louvre, in Paris," I explain.

"Alright. We won't be long.." the guy says.

I hang up, and look over at Michael.

"I told them we found her, we don't know her. I know that's bad, but it might just save us from being involved in any investigation that comes up," I say. Michael smiles.

"At least that gets us outta this. We've dealt with enough crap in the past few months," he says. I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I know. Maybe you should get up, stay down by her side, but not with her head on your lap. Looks too obvious," I say.

Michael removes his jacket, before placing it under Rachel's head in place of his lap. Like it's gonna make any difference how comfortable she is.

She's dead.

"This holiday has become a sorta nightmare," I say.

Michael stands up fully, then comes to stand next to me.

"I just thank god it's so early in the morning," he says.

We hear sirens in the distance.

"Finally," I say.

We see the ambulance ride up the road towards us, and it comes to a stop. A few men come our way and see to Rachel.

"We got a 24-year-old female here, Rachel Scarlettson, born 13th April 1964, shot in the head at around 7:35am on 20th December 1988," one man says through the speaker thing.

We had to pretend to find her ID card to find out her personal information. But now she's gone from our lives forever.

"That's it, baby. No more worry, no more fear. The two main threats in our life have gone," Michael says, placing his arm around me as the ambulance drives off into the distance.

I'm still shaking.

"I know.. I'm relieved, but she didn't deserve to die.." I say. Michael kisses my forehead.

"I know. We've seriously gotta try and forget it, ok? I know it'll be hard, but we can get through it together. Just gotta do a lotta things to take our minds off of today," he says. I nod slowly.

"Can we just go for a walk? I don't wanna do anything special today," I say. Michael nods.

"Of course. We can go back to the hotel room earlier today, if you want," he replies.

He takes my hand and we walk away from The Louvre Pyramid, down the streets of Paris.

*12:00pm*

"So, you didn't mind me splashing water over you this morning?" I ask. Michael shakes his head.

"I did this morning. But now, I really don't care. And, look. This was all my fault. If I hadn't got mad at you, I wouldn't have decided to go meet Rachel. I wanted a reason to get out the house after being mad at you. But, if I'd have stayed home, I wouldn't have seen Rachel, and none of this would've happened. Just know that I'm sorry about everything.." he apologises. I kiss his forehead.

"It's ok. I'm sorry for splashing that water over you," I apologise back.

Michael smiles.

"It's ok. Would you like to go for lunch?" he asks. I nod.

"Yeah. Why not?" I reply.

We walk to some random restaurant. I take note of the name; 'Lapérouse'. Sounds rather posh.

We enter the restaurant and get allocated a two seater table. We're alone here. It's candle lit and dark.

We arrive at the table, and Michael pulls out my chair to allow me to sit down.

I smile as I take my seat. "Thank you."

"Ok, what would you like?" Michael asks, taking a menu from the table.

"Oh, Michael! You can't come to Paris without sharing spaghetti and meatballs at least once!" I smile.

I'm really trying to forget about Rachel. Michael smiles.

"Then spaghetti and meatballs we shall have," he says.

He looks for the translation on the menu.

"That's a funny spelling," he says. "Spaghetti et boulettes de viande."

He clicks his finger once, and a female waiter arrives at the table.

"May I take your order, Monsieur?" she says in a French accent. Michael smiles.

"Oui, merci. Uh.. spaghetti et boulettes de viande.. se il vous plaît,"Michael says, in the best French he can.

The waiter smiles.

"Oui, Oui," she responds, before walking off. I look over at Michael.

"You speaking French is so sexy," I whisper.

He blushes and smirks.

"Thanks.. everything about you is sexy," he replies.

Oh gosh, he's never called me sexy before. I feel a little warm..

"Thanks," I say casually.

I don't know how else to react.

About 15 minutes later, the food comes. It looks amazing. The presentation is exquisite. Get me with the big words, exquisite. How posh do I sound, heehee..

"This is wonderful," I say, taking a forkful of spaghetti into my mouth. Michael chuckles.

"It is.. and, uh, you got a little sauce on your cheek," he says, using his thumb to wipe it off.

He licks his thumb to rid the sauce.

"Oh, Michael, I'm trying to forget Rachel so much. But, it's so hard! I mean, she killed herself in front of us.." I say.

Michael nods sympathetically.

"I know. But I couldn't kiss her," he replies.

"Maybe you shoulda done, just to get rid of her," I say. Michael shakes his head.

"I would never kiss a girl that wasn't you. It would be wrong of me. I wouldn't betray you like that, even to save my own life. Your life will always be more important than mine," he says.

Aww, he's so thoughtful.

"Michael, I know it would have been wrong, but at least it would have made things right.. If that makes any sense," I say. Michael nods.

"Of course it does. But, can we forget Rachel now? Just for now?" he asks. I nod.

"Ok, Michael," I reply.

"I love you," Michael says.

"Oh.. I love you more," I reply.

"Well, I can beat that. I love you most. Got you," he says.

He looks down at my stomach.

"I can't wait for Ryder to get here," he smiles.

I lean my head on Michael's shoulder.

"I know. Hopefully these five months will go quicker," I say.

"So do I. I know it will. More than we think," Michael assures me.

We both take a forkful of spaghetti and place it in our mouths. We suck a strand of spaghetti that droops down a little..

And just like in the movies, Lady And The Tramp, those kinda movies, we meet in the middle, and our eating turns to a passionate kiss.

Michael wraps his arms around my waist, and I wrap mine round his neck.

We break the kiss eventually, and I look Michael in the eyes.

"Y'know, when I'm upset or down, I feel like nothing can cheer me up. But it all disappears with you. The sadness, the worry, the pain.. you make that disappear. And I'll always be grateful for what you do for me," I say. Michael smiles.

"You make my life magical, baby. This is why I want to love you the rest of my life. I hope I do. But, it isn't a case of hope. It's a case of love. I love you, Becky. And I know you love me. So, I think we're gonna be together forever," he says.

I stroke his black curls.

"When I'm with you, I don't wanna be anywhere else," I say.

"In my world, there is nowhere else but with you," Michael says.

He leans in and kisses me again, this time more passionately, more intensely, more magically.

Being with Michael will always make me happy, no matter what situation we're in. His love for me is worth more than anything in this world.

And, although a lot has been going on, for now, just for now, just for a little while, with Michael, that all disappears.