I find myself in a dark backstreet in Paris.

Why have I come here?

I'm alone. I can't find Michael.

I walk further down the dusty street, until I see a shadow moving slowly in the dark.

Who is this?

I hear muffled screaming.

I run round the corner and, there it is. This is what answers my question exactly.

"R--Rachel?! How did you find us?'" I cry.

Rachel smirks and looks me dead in the eye.

"I followed you," she explains evilly.

It's then that I see it.

"Michael!" I cry.

He's standing behind Rachel, looking at me, his face expressionless.

I start to run to him but Rachel stops me.

"I suggest you stay right there. Otherwise I'll shoot you," she threatens, taking a shiny silver gun from her pocket.

I swallow nervously.

"No.." I whisper in shock. Rachel smirks.

"Oh, yes," she asserts.

I take a deep breath.

"Let me and Michael go. We've done nothing to you. Just let us be," I say. Rachel laughs evilly.

'"No! I won't! I'll never stop doing this to you," she says.

I start to cry and Michael beckons me his way.

I run to him and hug him tightly. He lets go of the hug and smiles at me.

"Everything will be ok, baby," he tells me.

I smile up at him, then feel a sharp stab in my stomach. I fall to the ground.

"What..?'" I just manage to choke.

I look up at Michael, who is holding a bloodstained knife in his hand.

"By the way, I've always been in the Jax. We're done, and, it looks like your life is, too!" he says evilly.

"Michael.." I whisper.

He walks to Rachel and kisses her lips passionately. That breaks me.

He lied, he said he loved me.

Rachel pulls away from the kiss and looks at me.

"Michael, this is a little unfair," she says.

Finally, someone with sense.

I smile faintly at Rachel's change of heart.

'"Why, sweetheart?" Michael asks.

Rachel smiles down at me.

"This wouldn't be fair. We can't be together right in front of Becky's face. That would be cruel," she says.

Michael frowns. But then, he thinks of something and smirks.

Rachel smirks too, and looks down at me.

'"So I'll finish her off so she can't see us together!" she screams, before..

BANG!

And with that, the world goes black.

---

I scream at the very top of my voice.

I'm sweating. I'm shaking.

I sit up.

"Baby, calm down! What's wrong?!" Michael asks me in a worry.

"I... I... you didn't stab me!" I cry, letting myself fall into his arms.

He strokes my hair gently.

"Of course not, baby. I'm guessing you had a nightmare," he says.

I look around the room.

"Where's Rachel?!" I ask in a panic. Michael chuckles.

"She isn't here, sweetheart. She's back in Gary. She isn't here," Michael comforts me.

I rest my head on his chest, we're both sitting up now. My breathing becomes a little lighter. I'm calming down now.

"Will you be ok to go back to sleep, now?" Michael asks. I shake my head.

"Rachel's gonna come back for me," I say.

Michael kisses my forehead.

"Of course she won't. And if she tries to, she won't know what hit her. I'll protect you. You know I will," he assures me. I nod my head.

"I'm so lucky to have you," I say.

Michael takes my hand and strokes the palm of mine with his thumb.

"Becky, I want to ask you a question, and I want your honest answer," Michael says. I nod.

"Sure. Fire away," I say.

"Do you really think that Rachel is going to come back and get you again?" he asks. I nod.

"Yes. She has a gun. She has good manipulation skills. She can hide her true self. She can do anything. Rachel Scarlettson is actually Invincible," I say.

Michael doesn't respond with speech, just a kiss on the forehead.

"Michael, I know that I'm the one that's got us into this mess. But now we're in so deep, I need you more than ever. I know Rachel's gonna come back at some point, and I need you to help me. We need to protect the baby, you need to protect me, and I gotta protect you. We're never gonna know when Rachel's gonna come back, all I know is that she will," I say.

Michael looks into my eyes.

"What makes you so sure?" he finally breaks his silence by asking.

I swallow and exhale nervously.

"Daniel is dead. She's mad about that. Didn't you see how crazy she went after? She wanted me dead, Michael. She still does. That's a pretty big thing. She knows I lived. She knows I'm still walking around, alive and well. She isn't gonna stop until I'm dead," I say. Michael sighs.

"But, you don't need to worry right now. We're on holiday, we're in Paris, we're having a child together, we're away from all the crap in life. We're gonna be ok for now," he assures me.

I bow my head down between my legs.

"I don't know, Michael. My dream showed her here, in Paris. You and her were.. kissing and.. you stabbed me and Rachel, she shot me. I hated it."

My eyes fill with tears and a couple fall down either side of my sweaty face.

"It just made me think. What if that happens? What if you do change your mind to be with Rachel? What if you decide you don't like me anymore? What if you don't wanna be with me any longer? I won't be able to live on my own with a child. What if you wanna kill me?! Oh god! I don't want that! What if you kill me!--"

"Baby! Calm down! I won't! That'll never, ever, ever happen! Rachel is never gonna be with me, I'll never let that happen. I love you, and only you. Forever, ok?" Michael cuts me off.

"And you'll never get tired of being called Mikeybear?" I ask calmly, wiping a few tears from my eyes.

Michael smiles and wipes a stray tear from my cheek.

"Of course. I will always love Mikeybear. But you know what I'll always love more?" he asks.

"What?" I ask. Michael kisses my lips.

"You," he says.

"You'll never love anyone more than me, ever?" I ask.

"I'll only ever love one person more than you," he tells me.

"Who?!" I ask sadly.

He places his hand on my stomach and kisses it.

"Our child. You and the baby will be the only people in the world that I will ever live for," he explains. I can't help but smile.

"I'm lucky to have you," I say once again.

Michael nuzzles my cheek gently.

"I'm luckier to have you," he says. I look at the clock.

"It's past midnight," I say.

Michael gets out of bed. He walks to the balcony of the hotel room and looks out at Paris. I follow him and stand by him.

His curls float on the gentle breeze that fills the air. His perfect, fuzzy black curls.

He sees me next to him and places his arm around me.

"Don't worry about anything that's gonna happen, ok? I'm gonna do anything I can to protect you and the baby. You're both the only thing my life depends on. And if you go, I go too. If we can't be happy in real life, we might as well be happy in the afterlife," he says. Aww.

"Thank you, Mikeybear," I smile.

"Michael, when the baby comes, what are we gonna name him?" I ask, changing the subject completely.

Michael looks my way and chuckles.

"I'm guessing you're not scared anymore, huh?" he says with a relieved smile.

"What happens will happen. I can't change it. But we're gonna need to stay safe. Rachel is lethal. She's like a glass. She's pretty and doesn't harm you until you break her. Then, if you step on the wrong parts of her, the nerves, she cuts you back. She can hurt us without even trying," I say. Michael nods in understanding.

"I'll agree with you on that one. Anyway, baby names?" he asks.

"I don't know. Something that means something to us both. A cool name that no one else would think of," I explain.

Michael looks out at the scenery of Paris and thinks for a moment.

"Uh.." he mutters, continuing to think.

"Drake?" I suggest.

"Hmm, nah. Old member of the Jax. We don't talk about him," Michael giggles.

"Ok, how 'bout.. Hunter?" I ask. Michael smirks.

"Better, but.. hmm.. I feel like something isn't right about it," Michael explains. "We need something edgy like.. Hayden, Blake.."

"Ryder.." I suggest quietly. Michael looks my way.

"What was that?" he asks. He obviously didn't hear me.

"I said Ryder," I tell him.

I actually see his eyes light up.

"Ryder! That's perfect! Yes! Ryder! Baby, we gotta have Ryder! That's absolutely perfect! Baby Ryder! Yes!" Michael squeals.

"Ryder.. you really think so?" I ask. Michael nods.

"Of course! Baby, we must have that name," Michael asserts. I smile.

"Ok. Ryder, then what about the middle name?" I ask.

"Ryder.. Lethaniel Jackson!" Michael suggests.

"That's perfect. Lethaniel," I say.

Then I think.

"Won't the surname be Costello, after me?" I ask. Michael's eyes widen.

"Yeah, why?"

"Cos you said Jackson," I say.

"Oh, sorry. I meant Costello. My mistake," he says. I chuckle.

"Alright. Let's go back to bed. I'm tired," I say. Michael nods.

"Ok. And, look, don't worry about Rachel. She's out of our life for the next few days at least," he says comfortingly.

"Ok, Michael. Right now, all I care about is you, me, and Ryder," I smile.

Michael takes my hand, and we walk back in from out on the balcony. We get into bed.

"Goodnight, sweetie," I say. Michael kisses my lips.

"Goodnight, baby," he replies, before switching the lamp off.

I close my eyes, and my thoughts flutter around in my mind.

Yes, Rachel may come to get us. But, right now, I shouldn't worry about that.

I have my King and my Prince here with me.

Michael and Ryder. The only men I'll ever need in my life.