30. Paris, Dahling

-Christian-

Her smile right now is intoxicating; watching the way she interacts with her mother, her laugh, the way her eyes light up when her mother holds her hand… I would do anything to chase this feeling over and over.

Lydia’s clinic finally said yes to the trip; after I told them I would hire two full-time nurses and assured them Lydia would be fine, they relented. Well, Leia told them, not me. She wanted to do it herself.

So here we are, on our way to one of the hotels my father owns on the first stop of our vacation.

At first, Lydia refused to go, saying it was a waste of time, but she came around eventually. This trip means a lot to Leia since her mother’s decision, so I’ve decided to spare no expense to see both of them happy.

When we walked into our hotel room, Lydia gasped and placed a hand over her heart. “Oh, this is beautiful, Christian!” she exclaimed with nothing but wonder in her eyes as she stared over the night skyline. “You truly didn’t need to do all this.”

I sho