Chapter Three
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"Sawyer? We are here now. Wake up" Sawyer hears Donovan say softly to her as he touches her shoulder. She looks up into those pretty brown eyes that made her heart melt. He smiles down at her.
"We are? Sorry I fell asleep" she chuckles.
"No worries. It was a long flight" he replies.
"How did the kids do? I am so sorry I left you with both kids" she groans.
"Seriously, they were fine. Shelly colored most of the time in her book. Then Evan fussed a little but I think he likes being on the plane" explains Donovan. Sawyer looks over to see Shelly sleeping in her seat.
"What time is it?" wonders Sawyer as she yawns.
"Here it is nine o clock" he explains. She nods. She gets up. Wakes up a little.
She goes to get Shelly to carry her off the plane with the other things. Shelly was sure getting heavy on her. How was she going to carry Shelly without waking her? Sawyer groans softly as she tries to undo Shelly's seatbelt without waking her.
"Here...allow me. You go get Evan" demands Donovan as he comes over to her aid. He leans down. Like a pro he scoops up Shelly into his arms without waking her at all.
"Deal!" Sawyer agrees with a grin. She walks over to get Evan out of his seat. Evan smiled waking when he saw her there. He blew little raspberries at her.
"Someone DOES like planes" giggles Sawyer as she picks up a happy Evan.
"This way" Donovan leads her off the plane.
"What about our luggage?" wonders Sawyer.
"Already taken care of" Donovan promises her.
He points down by the plane as they were getting ready to walk off the plane. Workers were already taking their luggage off the private plane. It was nice! Sawyer did not have to lift a finger. She liked that!
"Ready to explore Paris?" he asks her with a happy smile.
"Well find little brother, first then Paris next correct?" she wonders.
"Correct" says Donovan.
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She follows him down to the limo that was waiting for them at the plane. Someone opens the door for the limo. Sawyer began to feel like a movie star or something. She was really a no one. It was only because she was with Donovan she gained this sort of treatment. He lived a charmed lifestyle.
Donovan sits in the limo with Shelly sleeping on his lap. Sawyer places Evan's car seat into the limo. Getting Evan all set to go. Evan began to fuss having to be back in his seat. Sawyer did not want him to wake up Shelly. She began to make funny faces at Evan again. He giggles with delight at her blowing raspberries once more.
"That is my big guy" giggles Sawyer as she sits down next to Evan.
"The drool machine over there" sighs Donovan.
"Well he will start teething" warns Sawyer.
"True" he says smiling with laughter in his eyes.
"Place her on the seat if you want to" mentions Sawyer as she points to Shelly as Donovan holds her close.
"No she is fine. We may have to get dinner in for our first night in Paris though I am afraid" chuckles Donovan.
"That is fine. I don't mind" replies Sawyer.
"Are you excited to be here?" he wonders as they head to their hotel.
"Very" she answers as a smile spreads on her face.
"What should we do for you know....Shelly's birthday?" asks Donovan.
"Oh we? You don't have to do anything Donovan. I can handle it. You are welcome to join us if you want to that is" Sawyer says shyly.
"I would love to help with the party. You know little girls love tea parties. They have them all the time here in Paris. We can arrange a fancy one for her" mentions a thoughtful Donovan.
"I think Shelly would love that" agrees Sawyer. "I used to have tea parties with my gram when I was a kid. We baked sugar cookies together to"
"Sounds like fun" says Donovan. "My parents were always gone. It was just mainly my brother and I when we went off to boarding schools"
"How sad" sighs Sawyer as she shakes her head.
"Not really. My brother and I had been close to each other. We saw our family on the holidays. Seeing them made things much more special on the holidays" explains Donovan.
"It must have been lonely living away at a boarding school" mentions Sawyer.
"It could be. I studied over here in Paris. Which was when I met Quinn" he explains to her.
"So you know her for quite a long time then?" she asks. He nods.
"We had a on and off again sort of thing. It burned out. We are better off friends I guess you would say" he explains.
"Maybe you could show me your old boarding school over here" mentions Sawyer.
"If you would like to see it sure" he offers. "It is just a boring old school"
"I enjoy getting to know you better" she lets it slip out. He smiles.
"Is that so?" he asks. She nods shyly. He looks pleased.
"Looks like we are here" he tells her. They are let out of the limo ride. The hotel was a five star ratings. One that Sawyer knew she could never afford to spend one night in. Not on her own.
"This is one of my father's hotels" Donovan whispers in her ear as they walk in.
"Welcome home Mr. Spencer! We are so glad to see you back here!" a lady greets Donovan at the door.
"Is my room ready?" Donovan questions the lady.
"Sure is sir" the lady replies as she leads them over to the front desk. Sawyer took note that the bell hops were gathering up the luggage from the limo. Great service.
"Thank you Bernadette" replies Donovan as the lady at the desk hands him the key cards to their rooms. They prepare to head to their rooms. He hands Sawyer her own key card. To her own room.
"You may charge whatever you wish to eat to the room. It is on my family" Donovan tells Sawyer. Sawyer nods.
"Thank you sir" Sawyer replies. She smiles.
"Donovan" he reminds her as he winks.
"Sorry, Donovan" she laughs.
"Come see your room. You will love it" Donovan tells her.
They head on over to the elevator. Shelly never bothered to wake from the comfort of Donovan's arms. Sawyer was a little envious. She wished she was the one napping in Donovan's embrace.
Would she ever find herself there again? Or was it over for them? She wished she could get the courage to ask him how he felt about the one night they shared together. Her heart ached. She just could not do it.
"Sawyer? Something wrong?" he asks her softly as he reaches over to push the buttons on the elevator to take them to their room.
"No nothing is wrong" she lies as she smiles.
"Good" he says smiling back.
They stand there shyly waiting to get to their rooms. Then they soon were getting there. Sawyer was excited to see her room. Where she was going to be staying for a week! She follows Donovan to the rooms.
"Yours is on the left. Mine is right next to yours if you need me for anything you come get me alright?" he asks her. She nods.
"Alright" she says. He smiles. He opens the door to the room. The room was breath taking to see.
It was large. It had a little kitchen area. A home away from home! It had a little living room. With a tv. Flat screen up on the wall. The place was all decorated with rose theme. She loved it. The bed was huge in her room. There was a balcony where she and Shelly could eat breakfast at.
"This is so lovely" gasps Sawyer as she lets the help in to drop off the luggage.
"I am glad you like it" Donovan tells her with a smile. He carefully sets a sleeping Shelly on her bed. Tucks her in. Sawyer smiles at the sight. He was such a great dad. Any single mother would be lucky to land him!
"I can watch Evan. I am sure you want to try to see if your brother is here right?" Sawyer asks him. He nods.
"I should. I need to check in with my father as well. You don't mind staying with the kids do you?" he asks her. She shakes her head no.
"Not at all. Go ahead!" she tells him.
"Thanks Sawyer. You are the greatest. Order a meal. On the house. The food here is top notch. Here is the menu" he tells her as he grabs a menu off the kitchen counter.
"Thanks Donovan. Don't worry about us. Good luck" she tells him.
He smiles at her. He leans in and simply kisses her cheek before leaving the room. Sawyer smiles feeling like a stunned middle school girl who just had her first kiss. She grins. She heads out on the little deck. She could see the beautiful Paris tower glowing in the night from her room.
"Breath-taking!" sighs Sawyer as she smiles. She sits down to enjoy her first night in Paris.
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