A Curve Ball Called Love

Ever since the news of her pregnancy with America’s biggest billionaire got leaked to the press, she’d been having a hard time living her life; paparazzi were camped right outside of the property. They even used drones to get aerial phots of the family enjoying their afternoons by the pool. No place was safe. It was no wonder that Douglas made the choice to cover up the pool.

“It’s the paparazzi. They’ll move on as soon as the next scandal happens,” she assured him.

“So, what now?” he asked.

“Maybe a vacation?” she asked. “I’m not expected at work for a few more months.”

Douglas nodded.

“You know, that sounds like a good idea. Where do you want to go?” he asked and she grinned.

“Greece. Mykonos,” she said without necessarily taking the time to think about it.

Mykonos had been on Tiffany’s bucket list for a long time. She’d only seen the pictures of the resorts but it was not until she got there that she realized just how much she had been missing out.

***

The baby was three months old when they jetted off to Greece. They’d picked a private resort in Mykonos for their vacation and as far as Douglas was concerned, they were in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Back in the States, they’d grown accustomed to moving in the shadows. It was either that or stay sequestered twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and that wasn’t working out so well for either of them. Cabin fever wasn’t just something that happened on a long flight, as they found out.

When they got to the hotel, Isabelle was fast asleep. She’d been peaceful throughout the long journey, barely making a fuss. Tiffany set her up in her portable crib before she joined Douglas in the balcony.

“Sometimes, the whole sleeping like a baby thing is actually a real thing,” she said as she put the baby monitor on her lap.

“I know, right?”

Douglas reached for her hand.

“You can go in and have some rest if you need to. I can stay up and watch her.”

She shook her head.

“I’m fine. I slept twice on the flight over. You didn’t sleep a wink. You’re the one who needs a power nap,” she said. “Besides, the nanny is just one floor below us. If I need some help, I’ll just call her over.”

She looked down at the pool and then the white sandy beaches. It was all just too perfect.

“This is it,” she said in a soft voice and Douglas looked over at her.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“This place… I think this is what I’ve always pictured when I think about my wedding day.”

Douglas grinned.

“Really?”

She nodded.

“Yeah. Simple ceremony by the water and the sandy beach that will compliment my floor length strapless chiffon wedding dress or maybe a halter neck… I don’t know.” A smile played on her face. “Only close friends and family. Simple thing really.”

Douglas kissed her hand again.

“I hear you,” he said. “I hear you.”

Tiffany looked at him and bit her lower lip.

“I’m sorry… it’s just that every girl thinks about her ideal day and I think for me, this is it.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, baby,” he assured her. “I’ll make you a deal. The next time we’re in Greece, it won’t be for a vacation. It will be for our wedding.”

Tiffany forced out a laugh.

“You don’t have to say that. I wasn’t trying to fish for a wedding date or anything.

He shook his head.

“I didn’t think you were but at the same time, I thought it was a perfect opportunity to let you know that I would have married you in one of those quickie chapels given a chance… but I wanted to be sure to give you the wedding you deserved.”

“Well then.” She looked around. “This is it. My dream wedding is right here.”

He nodded.

“Okay. Consider it done.”

They had a beautiful time together for the two weeks they were in Greece and Douglas kept his promise too. The next time the two of them were in Mykonos, they were preparing to recite their vows in front of all their friends and family.

The end.