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Long Lost Love Come Home Ch. 61
by Lil Italy (no login)
Belle's eyes blinked nervously. Thoughts of worry and concern were filling her mind and she needed to be reassured. Belle slipped from Shawn's grasp without waking him up, a task that hadn't taken her long to perfect.
Belle slipped on Shawn's t-shirt, which had somehow made it's way to their bedroom. The large shirt smelled of Shawn's light musk and cologne, and fit her loosely, reaching nearly to her knees.
Belle tiptoed down the hallway to her briefcase, and unzipped the pocket of the leather bag, revealing a small silver phone, light with green lights. Belle dialed an overseas number, and patiently waited for Jacques or Pierre to answer the phone.
"Bonjour," a deep voice answered. Belle immediately recognized the voice as Pierre's. His French was so
faultless and defined, it flew off his tongue so easily, Belle envied him. It had taken her many years and many trips to France before she could manage such a talent. Belle finally gave up in college and just up and decided to spend her junior and senior year in Paris. That way it perfected her speech and gave her an opportunity to get to know the city, that she already knew would be her home for many lonely nights.
"Allo?" Pierre repeated into the phone. His voice sounded tired and lifeless.
"Oh, umm....hi Pierre, I was just wondering if everything ran smoothly today," Belle said in a tone just below a whisper.
"Isabella? I was hoping to hear from you. Everything went according to plan, and everything will turn out perfectly. Why are you whispering?" Pierre spun off in his accented English.
"Well, Shawn is sleeping and I don't want to wake him," Belle explained.
"Well you don't need to worry about that anymore, I am awake," Shawn said as he stumbled from the dark hallway in nothing but his athletic shorts.
"Pierre I have to go," Belle said quickly.
"Ok Isabella, I will talk to you tomorrow, or today depending on where you are," Pierre joked.
"Ok..." Belle said quickly, trying her best to get Pierre off the line without being rude.
"Oh, Isabella, I meant to ask you earlier, will you be bringing a guest...like maybe this Shawn we have all been hearing about so much, or will you be going stag to the show? Pierre asked. "I need to know for the caterer," he explained.
"I don't know, I will call you later today and tell you. I am going to hang up now Pierre, get some rest will you, you sound horrible."
"I will try Isabella, but it is not that easy to schedule it all in. I will talk to you later."
Belle hung up the phone and looked at Shawn. He was rubbing his eyes, trying to wake up.
"What are you doing up? It is three in the morning, you should be sleeping," Belle instructed.
"Well you know it is hard to sleep without you in my arms," Shawn explained, as he wrapped his arms around Belle's waist from behind.
"I thought you would be used to it by now. With all this back and forth and being apart and everything."
"Yeah, but when we are together I get used to you being next to me when I wake up. With you being home this much this week...it is spoiling me," Shawn explained.
"Ok, then maybe I should just hop on a plane tomorrow and go back to Paris," Belle threatened.
"Don't you dare. I enjoy every second that I am with you and our baby," Shawn said, removing one of his hands from his clutch on Belle and rubbed her stomach lightly.
"So, what did you need to tell Pierre so desperately that you had to leave me?" Shawn inquired.
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure that everything will be ok for the show. They had a few problems this afternoon and I was just checking in," Belle explained.
"Can't Pierre, Guy, and Jacques handle everything on their own, and let me have you all to myself for awhile?" Shawn whined.
"Baby, since you refuse to come with me to Paris so that I can fix this mess myself, and you still want to be with me 24/7, then you will have to share me," Belle said in an 'it's not my fault' tone.
"Well, suddenly I am feeling selfish," Shawn said.
Belle cocked her head so that she could look at Shawn. "What do you mean?" Belle asked curiously.
"Well, I have thought a lot about it, and I have talked to my boss, and I have come to the conclusion that I would really like you to show me Paris, and I want to see your show. So I took off work for the next two weeks and I am flying out next Monday with you," Shawn explained.
"You are? How did you do this? I thought the Marines didn't allow much vacation and you had already used yours up?" Belle questioned.
"Well, you see I kind of need to tell you something. I wasn't going to tell you until all the i's were dotted and all the t's were crossed, but I guess it's ok to tell you now..." Shawn began.
"Tell me what?" Belle asked.
"Well, I have kind of taken a leave from the Marines. You see I made a deal with them. Even though I had already excepted my promotion, my commanding officer stopped my contract from being processed. SO I talked to my dad and then to Abe, and I interviewed for a panel, and I took a job at Salem PD," Shawn explained.
"I was wondering where this shirt came from," Belle said pulling at Shawn's t-shirt that she wore. "So you are a cop now?" Belle asked.
"Well, not exactly. The Marines still have a hold on me, they can call me back into work if their is some kind of national disaster or whatever, so they don't want me getting injured, so I actually interviewed for a hirer position...I am the new Commander of Special Crimes and Investigations," Shawn said.
"Are you serious?" Belle asked.
"As serious as I am when I tell you that I love you and our baby more than anything in this entire universe."
"So then you are staying? No more back and forth to Florida? And I am almost done with my work in Paris, so we are both going to be living here full time?" Belle asked excitedly. She bounced are with a wide smile on her face, unable to control herself.
"Yep, I just need to move my stuff out of my house in Florida and I am this penthouse is my official residence," Shawn said as Belle's giddiness became contagious.
"That's great! We can go as soon as we get back from Paris! Oh I am so excited! We will go to the Eiffel Tower, L'Arc de Triumph, The Moulin Rogue, and everywhere else I can think of," Belle rambled on to herself. She stopped when she noticed Shawn's expression. "Aren’t you excited?" She asked.
"I am very excited, I am just hoping that you can stop gushing so that we can go back to bed," Shawn said as he arched his eyebrows.
"Oh...you mean go back to 'bed'" Belle said as she mimicked Shawn's moving eyebrows. "What about work? Abe wont let you go on vacation if you are sleeping on the job," Belle brought up.
"Abe doesn't mind one day of me being tired. Besides just today he told me to keep you happy, so technically I am doing what he says," Shawn tried.
"Ok, well I will go back to 'bed' with you , but before I forget I wanted to ask you if you could go somewhere with me during your lunch break."
"Where?" Shawn asked.
"I have a doctors appointment tomorrow around noon, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me," Belle explained.
"Are you kidding? I would love to!" Shawn said, overjoyed that Belle wanted him to come with her to a simple doctors appointment.
"Ok, I will come by the station tomorrow at noon and we can go together," Belle suggested.
"Or...I could just swing by from work and pick you up," Shawn suggested.
"Shawn, I am not riding on the back of your motorcycle..." Belle said.
"Good point. Ok you come by just before noon and we will go. Now...can we get back to bed?" Shawn asked.
Belle sighed loudly. "I suppose so..." Belle said in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, well I will have you singing a different tune by the time I get you in that bed, and get you out of that t-shirt," Shawn said. And with that he scooped up Belle in his arms and carried her down the hallway to their bedroom.