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"I wish I could paint," I sigh, leaning back in my chair. After diving, we've sat down at one of the many sea view lounge areas. Music unknown to me in a language I only vaguely understand from the year of Spanish I took in high school and the resemblance of that language to this one plays from the speakers above us, and all of the people surrounding us seem to be just as relaxed as we are.
"Hmmm?" Lucien turns to me after having stared into the distance. "Paint?"
"I wish I could paint, so I could just... have these images with me forever. And before you say," I raise my finger at him, knowing full well he's about to say something, "I could just take a picture, it's not the same. What we've seen today, the sea life, the view, just everything... it's so magical."
He smiles at me just like I've seen him smile at me several times just today, and it makes my heart melt, feeling like I'm falling in love with him all over again. Maybe that's also the reason for his smile, but I know I'm definitely feeling it. Like every time I think I can't love him more, he does something that lifts me even higher.
Before, I would have been afraid that that would only mean a deeper drop as soon as dust settles and something happens to break us up, but I'm not. Maybe it's the fact that I'm on my second cocktail on a nearly empty stomach, or that I'm feeling a little drowsy from spending so much time in the water and the sun, but I feel genuine happiness that can't be taken away from me, not even by my own mind.
He reaches his hand out to me from his own lazy chair, his head tilted back against the headrest. Our fingers interlock as he closes his eyes, tired from the sunlight. "There's so many more places I'd like to take you, if you'll let me."
"I'll let you," I turn my head, leaning the side of it against my own head rest, staring at my boyfriend who's obviously fighting the urge to take a nap. "Under one condition."
His eyes are still almost squeezed shut, but he's peeking through his lashes as he tilts his head. "What might that be?"
"It'll always be like this...," I squeeze his hand softly. He chuckles, and if his eyes were open, they'd be sparkling with mischief.

Dinner, still at the same lounge bar that doubles as a restaurant, is amazing. We get served a wide variety of local dishes, all amazingly flavourful and delicious. The sun seems to take ages to set, and the sky has a beautiful colour. Both of us have eaten as much as we possibly could, and with every course coming with a fitting drink, are slightly tipsy.
From our seats we can see our appartment, so it's not going to be hard to get home, but neither of us really want to.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Lucien smiles. We've moved to one of the lounge sets, cuddled up together. It feels like ages since I've heard him say those words, and it brings up a lot of memories, causing me to smile just as wide.
"I'm just very happy," I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his scent, which is now a mixture of suntan lotion, salty ocean water and his faded perfume. "Happier than I ever thought I could be after..."
He kisses the top of my head, his one arm wrapped around me tight enough for him to pull me closer. "Emmeline Middleton," from the way I'm laying, I can hear his heartbeat, which weirdly calms me down. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make you this happy every single day."
      Many, many drinks later, we're finally ready to go back to our appartment. It's gotten dark, the beach still lit up by candles and other forms of light. The music has died down, but not before we've danced until our feet hurt.
To everyone's surprise, I seem to have gotten a tan today, and there's no sign of a sunburn. Lucien holds my hand tightly as we walk up the rocky path, dimly lit by a few lights here and there. The drinks seem to have hit him less hard than they've hit me, but maybe that's just a feeling.
He manages to get us upstairs without dropping anything, and whilst still holding my hand. He even pours the both of us a glass of water, opening the sliding doors. We may both be tired, we're nowhere near ready to go to bed. As if our bodies are telling us to enjoy every single second, linger in the excitement and the happiness.
With my ice cold glass of water in hand, I sit down on the balcony. The midnight air hits different here, but it's still comfortable enough.
We both smoke a cigarette in silence, the only sound being the people down on the beach. I've leaned my head back against the arm rest, my legs nearly on Lucien's lap. Every time I close my eyes I feel myself drifting off to sleep, which then causes me to open them again quickly. Laying down has only made the drunk feeling get more present, and I doubt I could walk to the bedroom without swaying.
"Baby," I look up at Lucien, who seems to be lost in thought. He's gorgeous, his dark hair cascading his face as he blows out smoke. Immediately, he turns to me, a smile around his lips. His eyes still seem quite bright for someone who has had some drinks, which makes me kind of jealous. I am nowhere near bright or sober at the moment, which also means I have no reason to hold back whatever it is I want to say. He runs his hand up and down my leg, nails softly scraping over the fabric, knowing that's what fully relaxes me.
I sit up straight, or at least as straight as I can manage right now, and move some hair out of my face. "We should make a baby." His eyes widen, the same smile still on his face, but before he can say anything, I'm already continuing with the next sentence. "I really want you to put a baby inside of me. Imagine how beautiful they would be, and how much we could love them. They'd have so many loving people around them, like Brie, and Matt, and Kens and Eschieve, and -" I interrupt my own sentence with a hiccup, then followed by a giggle. "Everyone. But..." I get lost in my own train of thought for just a second, shaking my head to get back to what I was saying. "We'd have to get married first. Can't... have a baby without getting married, my grandparents would murder me. But.. that shouldn't be a problem, because we're meant to get married anyways, aren't we? We're perfect together, and I want to be with you and you alone, for forever. We should just get married. Emmeline du Castellon... that has a ring to it, doesn't it? It would be so lovely. You should.. you should definitely marry me. It's meant to be. Because I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone, and we'd be this happy forever. Because you... you, Lucien, you're.. the love of my life. You make me so happy, and you're gorgeous, and sweet, and funny, and you're great in bed, like really, really great, and my family loves you - well, Charlie's getting there, but... they love you, and besides... did I already mention how great you are in bed?"

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