(8 months after: Delacroix Mansion; Paris, France)
Isla woke up from the warm arms wrapped around her waist. She turned and her nose bumped onto the top of Johanne's head. She smiled and ruffled Johanne's hair.
"You're so fluffy. You should cut your hair now." She planted a soft kiss on her husband's forehead.
Johanne groaned and pulled her closer to him. He buried his face more on Isla's neck and mumbled.
"What time is it?"
"Time for you to wake up and go to your conference meeting, Mr. President." she giggled.
Johanne chuckled, "don't call me that again or I will be late in my conference."
"Call you what?... Mr. President?" she whispered in her husband’s ear.
He suddenly pushed her down and started kissing her. She kept giggling and pushing her husband away.
