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I can barely hear her when she says, "I love you so much, Alex.

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Thank you for being here with me. There's no other place in the world I'd rather be than here, with you, in the middle of all these filthy little padlocks. I grab at the opportunity to deepen the kiss until she openly accepts me and our tongues dance together. The wind is lapping at our coats while people from all walks of life, each with their own different story, dart past us without a second look.

We are oblivious to it all, surrounded by the barriers we've built around our own little world. I fish into my pocket and hand her one of the keys. I feel a rush of excitement as I see her reaction to what we're about to do. Mine goes far, hers doesn't. A, you should have thrown it for me! The walk back to the hotel is quiet and relaxed. My beautiful wife and I are here to celebrate our twelfth wedding anniversary.

It's a celebration of our time together, something that we wanted to commemorate far away from our daily life. Our real anniversary took place many weeks ago, but we had to wait until our baby was a little bit older before Isa felt right about leaving her at home. Madeline Alexandra entered our lives kicking and screaming almost four months ago.

She was definitely worth the wait. I know that we are a couple to be envied, magazine articles have described us as a power couple in every sense of the word. With many marathons under his belt, he is handsome, youthful and fit. Of course that one sentence about me was followed by a picture of my wife and my children. My perfect family.

My perfect life. I turn to my wife and gape at her for a few seconds. I still can't believe that she's mine. When she glances at me and smiles affectionately, my heart swells. Twelve years of being totally whipped and still going strong. The Avenue Montaigne is filled with people on a warm and windy evening in April.

We bob in and out of the endless sea of humanity that seems to be walking against the traffic towards us. You and I have hatched our eggs and are over the upstream climb," she says to me with a smile. Her attention is immediately diverted as she spies her mothership and stops in her tracks. We have time. A beautiful work of art displayed by the window promptly catches her eye. Look, that's the one I was telling you about! We hold hands as we walk towards the stairs that lead us to the 2nd floor.

You know what I meant! Now, go lead the way.

They're out of it in the US! What are all these people doing here, I wonder, when the world's economy is still in the tank? Isa, it looks like an animal. Your son suffers from asthma, remember? Get with the program! I start to laugh, then take a moment to enjoy her as she fawns over the Speedy She's tinier today than she normally is because her trademark four inch heels have been replaced by a pair of ballet flats.

For walking, of course. Her breasts are more pronounced because of the children, her waist still small and slim leading to those long, toned, endless legs. The ones that either wrap around me lovingly or spread out for me willingly. She is perfection in my eyes. I can finally see her love for me in her smile, in her every little gesture. She pulls away from me to follow the saleswoman in the navy blue suit. Isabel doesn't walk.

She slinks across the floor like a slithering snake, her gliding motion both smooth and effortless. Je cherche pour cette bourse dans la meme couleur," she says as she approaches the woman. That high school experience in Canada was good for something at least. The slim, attractive French lady does a double take when she sees me standing a few feet away from this woman with an adoring look in my eyes.

She smiles at me and I smile back before tipping my head in a silent command to attend to my wife. Permettez-moi de le recuperer pour vous. Je vais attendre ici pour vous.

She's killing me with her languages. I need her now. I find a tiny velvet stool right by the glass encasement and settle in to watch her shop.

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After giving the saleslady a few more instructions in French, Isabel saunters back to me and sits on my lap. I lean my chin on her shoulder and nuzzle her ear. Twelve years of being totally whipped and still going strong. The Avenue Montaigne is filled with people on a warm and windy evening in April. We bob in and out of the endless sea of humanity that seems to be walking against the traffic towards us. You and I have hatched our eggs and are over the upstream climb," she says to me with a smile.

Her attention is immediately diverted as she spies her mothership and stops in her tracks. We have time. A beautiful work of art displayed by the window promptly catches her eye. Look, that's the one I was telling you about! We hold hands as we walk towards the stairs that lead us to the 2nd floor. You know what I meant! Now, go lead the way. They're out of it in the US! What are all these people doing here, I wonder, when the world's economy is still in the tank?

Isa, it looks like an animal. Your son suffers from asthma, remember? Get with the program!

I start to laugh, then take a moment to enjoy her as she fawns over the Speedy She's tinier today than she normally is because her trademark four inch heels have been replaced by a pair of ballet flats. For walking, of course. Her breasts are more pronounced because of the children, her waist still small and slim leading to those long, toned, endless legs. The ones that either wrap around me lovingly or spread out for me willingly.

She is perfection in my eyes. I can finally see her love for me in her smile, in her every little gesture.

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She pulls away from me to follow the saleswoman in the navy blue suit. Isabel doesn't walk. She slinks across the floor like a slithering snake, her gliding motion both smooth and effortless. Je cherche pour cette bourse dans la meme couleur," she says as she approaches the woman. That high school experience in Canada was good for something at least.

The slim, attractive French lady does a double take when she sees me standing a few feet away from this woman with an adoring look in my eyes. She smiles at me and I smile back before tipping my head in a silent command to attend to my wife. Permettez-moi de le recuperer pour vous.

Je vais attendre ici pour vous. She's killing me with her languages. I need her now. I find a tiny velvet stool right by the glass encasement and settle in to watch her shop. After giving the saleslady a few more instructions in French, Isabel saunters back to me and sits on my lap. I lean my chin on her shoulder and nuzzle her ear. She doesn't flinch but tilts her head towards my mouth even more.

Because we really need to get back to our room," I whisper impatiently. I know that she can feel me under her lap and, as if interrupting my dirty thoughts, she squeezes my arm playfully. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

She gasps as she unwraps the purse and I can't help but laugh.

She looks just like that right before she comes. I need to get her home. I discretely adjust myself, stride down to the cashier and hand her my black American Express card. Isabel smiles at me appreciatively as the saleslady gently takes the purse away from her. I don't really fucking care at this point. She can download the whole store if it means getting her back to the hotel a few seconds sooner.

I've never understood Isabel's obsession with purses, and yet here I am, a willing participant, catering to her every whim. I know she has her own American Express card, but I love the way she tries to give in to me. I enjoy doing this-spoiling her, lavishing gifts on her. Her sisters advised her to back down and allow me to do it and practical as she is at times, I'm happy when I get to indulge her on impulse.

After we married, I insisted on commingling my assets with hers. We have combined our accounts. No separate funds, no separate investments. It wasn't easy for her at first; she always wanted to maintain her self-sufficiency.

Lessons learned from the past, she says. But she now knows that I'm different. I respect her ability to be independent and I've shown her that in so many ways.

She told me that our time in Chicago proved to her that I would never be threatened by her success, that I'm here to help her grow and to share everything with her, both the good and the not so good. Thank you, baby! Right now, I need to get some fresh air.

I'll be waiting outside the store for you. The way that she launches herself into my arms makes it seem as if we've been separated for much more than a mere fifteen minutes.

We stand in the middle of the crowd, locked in a heated embrace, for a few seconds. We seem to be doing a lot of these public displays for completely no reason and I can't get enough of it. We kiss in crowded streets, empty alleys, museum halls and restaurants. We embrace, we touch. It's apparent that we're taking full advantage of being in the City of Love.

It's not easy to do this back home with photographers and gossip columnists lurking around every corner. I love it! I hold her face in my hands for a few seconds, then shake my head and chuckle. Now, we really need to get back to our room. We walk towards the Hotel Plaza Athenee in a comfortable silence.

It's just a block away and exactly the type of accommodation we've become accustomed to in the past few years. I've made a decision not to spare a single expense to give her the best of everything.

I love the way she carries herself like she belongs in places like this. Her mannerisms, her gracefulness, her stature. Isabel is the epitome of that statement. Isabel quickens her pace and heads straight up to the front desk as soon as we enter the hotel.

As I follow right behind her, we are met by the bellman, who leads us to the many packages that have been delivered directly from the stores where we shopped earlier in the day. She breaks out in a peal of laughter as she surveys the damage we've done.

I ask the bellman to deliver the push cart full of packages upstairs to our suite. I know she's thinking of the kids and so I decide to keep it in my pants to give her some time to settle in.

Our room is furnished in an understated tone of beiges and browns with Edwardian-style furniture, antique curtain rods, and lavish, vibrantly-colored draperies. She kicks off her shoes, sits by the nightstand, and places her hands on the receiver. Don't worry, I called Eddie while you were in YSL this afternoon and told him we would call him in the morning. Are they doing okay? Mom and Dad had Tony and the kids over for dinner.I will never recover. Let's just say that Jade's story …more Is this a trick question?

I've made a decision not to spare a single expense to give her the best of everything. It's just a block away and exactly the type of accommodation we've become accustomed to in the past few years. Now, go lead the way. Romance , Fiction , Contemporary.