"Wake up, my beautiful Queen. It's your birthday."

That has to be the sweetest wake-up call I've ever received.

"Wha... really? Morning already?" I ask softly, still tired.

"Yes, sweetheart. And it's your birthday, remember? Twenty-seven years old, today!"

"Don't remind me," I joke, sitting up in bed. "So... last day of the holiday today, huh?"

"It sure is. But seeing as it's your birthday, it's gonna be the best last day ever," Michael assures me.

"I can't wait," I say, getting myself up and rubbing my eyes. "So, what's first today? Breakfast."

"Sure is," he starts. He claps his hands together twice, "Jasper, Charlie, you can come in now!"

Moments later, the room door opens, and in come Jasper and Charlie. Jasper's holding a gorgeous red dress, Charlie is holding matching shoes and a small purse.

"Now, my lady," Michael says softly. "Prepare to be treated like a Queen."

Jasper and Charlie hand me the clothes, and I look at Michael, waiting to be told what's going on.

"Now, go get changed. We shall be going to breakfast shortly," he says in a rather-good British accent.

He's gone a little posh - but it's not over-the-top, it's sexy posh.

I head into the bathroom and freshen up, brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, and changing into the dress and shoes.

Once I'm ready, I head back out to the main room, and as soon as Michael sees me, his eyes widen, and his lips part slightly.

Jasper and Charlie's do, too.

"Becky..." Michael gasps. "Y-You look like... a Queen... you look radiant! And oh! You're all mine!"

I giggle at his shock, and enter his embrace. "Forever yours, Michael..."

"Darling, you really do look fabulous," Jasper tells me.

"Wonderful," Charlie adds.

I pull away from Michael, and he gives me a warm smile. He links his arm in mine, and kisses my forehead.

"And now, we dine at a little place I know, not far from here."

We head out the door, and down to reception. I assume we're leaving out the front doors, but Michael then leads me to the back of the hotel, where the pool is.

"Breakfast by the pool?" I ask.

"No, better," is all Michael says.

We walk out of the hotel grounds, and it's then that I see it.

The beach, with a whole section closed off. In the middle, there is a table and four chairs, and the table is decorated with a red tablecloth, red napkins folded perfectly, and cutlery arranged finely.

"Oh my--Michael! I can't believe you've done this for me!" I gasp, clasping my hands over my mouth.

"Believe it, sweetheart. It's all for us," he replies.

We head over to the table, and Michael, being the gentleman he is, pulls the chair out for me to sit.

Once all four of us are settled, we skim-read the menus and pick what we'd like.

Michael clicks his finger twice, and two waiters come out of nowhere - one young man, one young woman.

"May I take your order, Mr Jackson, Miss Summers?" the woman asks.

"Yeah, if you could," Michael smiles.

He says everyone's food orders, then the young man steps forward. "Drinks, Mr Jackson?"

"Please could we have three orange juices and a water, please," Michael requests.

Me, Jasper and Michael are all having the juice, Charlie is having the water.

"Of course, sir," the man replies.

"Grazie," Michael speaks sweetly.

"Oh, prego!" both waiters reply.

--

After we've had breakfast and finished up, Jasper and Charlie tell us they've got to go and buy souvenirs for friends, leaving me and Michael alone.

"So, you enjoyed that?" Michael asks.

I nod, "It was perfect, thank you..."

"Only the best for my Queen. Should we take a walk on the beach a little? We've got a whole section to ourselves, after all."

"Yeah... I still wonder how you did that," I tease.

"Hmm... I know people," he replies slyly.

He takes my hand and helps me up from my seat gracefully, and we begin to walk on the sand together.

"This reminds me of our last date before we became an item," I breathe.

"Oh yeah... when I told you I loved you for the first time," Michael smiles.

"I'll remember that day forever."

"And so will I," he sighs. "And almost a year and a half later, those feelings are still here..."

I beam, meaning it for him, but looking down at the floor. "And it's the same here. We've been through everything together... thick and thin."

He exhales through his nose, unsure on how to reply temporarily.

"Yeah... we've seen a lot in our time together..."

"And you wouldn't change any of it, would you?" I ask.

He stops walking for a moment, and stands opposite me.

"Change any of it?" he repeats my words.

"Yeah... you wouldn't change anything about being with me, would you?"

He sighs loudly. "No..."

He seems a little off... what's wrong?

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"Nothing, nothing... I just wish we'd known each other sooner than last year, y'know? It woulda changed both of us... you wouldn't have met Alex, I wouldn't have met Lisa... it would all have been..."

He pauses, and I don't realise why until I see a tear fall from his eye.

"Michael, baby..." I mutter, drying his eyes.

"It just woulda been a lot different," he finishes his sentence. "All the pain you went through... you just don't deserve it!"

"But Michael... you saved me from it all, remember? If it weren't for being with Alex, I never woulda met you. You gotta think of it like that."

"Yes," he swallows. "I do see it like that. It's the only way of thinking that lets me cope without crying each and every day I share with you... I hate what you went through... I'm just glad I saved you... even if it was a little too late."

"You weren't too late," I assure him. "You came at the perfect time."

He forces a smile and wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "I like to think that."

"Now c'mon, don't cry any more. I don't want you to cry today; it's my birthday."

He chuckles lightly, and takes my hand. "I know it's your birthday... and I'm gonna make it special for you."

--

It's 6:30pm, and Michael says he has one more surprise for me later. I'm wondering what it is, to be honest, as he's been surprising me all day.

I'm out by the pool right now, just relaxing, whilst Michael's out preparing for the surprise. Sicily is in the pool - surprise, surprise - and is in the Jacuzzi section, sipping wine out of a glass.

I still find it amusing that I fooled her into thinking Michael's bisexual. But then again, even if he really was, it's wrong of her to suddenly hate him because of it!

She soon spots me, and ushers me over her way. Should I go over to her?

I point at my chest and mime, "Me?"

"Yes!" she mimes back.

I stand up cautiously and head over to her, "Sicily, what's up?"

I'm acting nice to her, so she doesn't threaten me again.

"Becky, nice to see you again! Did you tell Michael how I feel about him?"

"Uh... yes. He said it was... um... he said it was okay, and that he understood your feelings," I lie.

"I'm glad for that, at least. At least he doesn't hate me... I'd hate to see a guy like that hate me, bi or not!"

"I thought you didn't like him?"

"Oh, his sexual orientation I dislike - but I gotta admit, he's a bit of a stunner in the looks department."

"Yeah, well, he loves me, so I guess that even if you did like his orientation, you wouldn't get a look in."

"I just don't understand why he'd pick you, though. I mean... have you ever heard of make-up? Looking good? Not looking like an over-sized walrus?"

Is this girl for real?

"Um, excuse me?" I demand. "I know I may not be perfect, but Michael doesn't care for that. He cares for my personality. At least I have a decent one, unlike you. You're nasty, disrespectful, and frankly, I don't like the way you're talking to me! My boyfriend loves me for who I am, not what you want me to be, so if you can't accept that, then why am I even talking to an asshole like you?"

"Wow, someone's gotten cocky, haven't they?" Sicily hisses.

"For the likes of ditwits like you, yes!" I retort.

Then, without speaking another word, she takes her wine glass and tips the contents over my head.

I gasp and feel the cold seeping through my hair, dripping down my forehead. "You--"

"Me what, hmm? What am I? Go on, say it. Let the entire hotel see what a bitch you are, Becky. Go on!"

"Call my girl a bitch again, and I'll make sure you don't come out of that water alive."

We both turn around to see Michael standing there, a look of anger on his face.

"Michael!" I cry, running over to him and hugging him tightly.

He strokes my wet hair, and takes Sicily's sun bed towel to dry it a little.

"That's my towel," Sicily growls.

"And that's my girl. Get rough with her again, and I'll get rough with you. You've been warned," Michael retaliates.

Without another word, Michael walks me back to our hotel room to get me dried off.

"Now, tell me what the hell that was," he demands softly.

"Sh-She asked me to talk to her, so I did, and then... then she said, "How did Michael pick you?" and then she basically called me ugly and fat, so I retorted back, and she tipped her glass of wine over my head, called me a bitch, and then you came," I explain quickly, yet shakily.

"She called you ugly? And... you're pregnant! It's not your fault! But the thing is, she must be blind, cos I never met a girl as perfect as you in my life! How--What is she seeing bad that I'm missing? I-I don't see anything wrong with you!" he cries.

I sigh and look down, "I do... I'm a mess."

"Now, what makes you think that?"

"Well... I'm not perfect, Michael. I mess up, make mistakes, I'm not attractive apart from my hair and eye colour, being pregnant, although it's a blessing, makes me look worse... and I can't take a compliment, which is just... why am I such a mess, Michael?"

"You're not a mess, you're just healing... healing from the hurt you've experienced lately... it's understandable, trust me. And I ain't even a psychologist, girl!"

His comment earns a laugh from me, "Nah, well... I just... she couldn't let me be happy, just for my birthday, could she?"

"Oh, that reminds me! I got you this to wear tonight with that purple dress you packed for the holiday."

He takes out a box, and hands me it. I open it, and find a beautiful tiara sitting proudly inside.

"Oh, Michael!" I gasp. "It's... it's beautiful!"

"Well, you're my Queen. I had to get you a tiara to tell the world what you are."

My man is so sweet... I could almost cry.

"I love you," I exhale, hugging him tightly.

"And I love you a whole lot more. Now, go put your dress on, and then come back," he replies, pulling away from me.

I take my purple dress and head into the bathroom to get changed.

--

Once I'm done, I head back out into the main room, where Michael is sitting on the bed, waiting.

"Oh, sweetheart... if looks could kill, I'd be dead so bad right now!" he whispers.

I smile at him sweetly. "Well, I guess I've looked worse," I tease.

"You'd never look worse than beautiful, y'know," he beams.

I chuckle and swat the air with my hand, "Whatever you say, Michael."

"Anyway, I want my Queen to have her coronation. C'mere."

I walk closer to him, and he takes the tiara in his hand.

"I now pronounce you, Queen Becky Summers," he says softly.

He gently positions the tiara on my head, and adjusts my hair so it'll look better around it.

He gives me a warm smile, and I can see the light from outside glimmering in his eyes.

He takes both my hands in his, and leans his head against mine.

He then tilts his head, and his lips touch mine in a sweet kiss, and my arms wrap around his neck, and his hands rest on my waist.

Nothing fiery about this kiss, it's just simple, romantic and beautiful.

Pulling away slowly, I fix my gaze on him. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asks.

"Just for being you."

He snickers softly, "Anything for you, sweetheart."

There's a knock on the door. "Beckaaaaayyyy, Michaeellllll, it's Jasper and Charlaaaay!"

It's Jasper... and he sounds a little hyper right now.

Michael laughs, "Come in guys!"

The door opens, and they enter. "There she is! Queen of Lido!" Charlie gasps.

"Anyway, Little Miss Summers, we're here to look after you whilst Michael goes to get ready himself," Jasper tells me.

I nod, "Um... sure! Will you be gone long, Michael?"

"Uh-uh, no Becky. The question is, will you be long? I'm not gonna see you until the surprise now, cos I'll already be there waiting for you," Michael replies.

I nod again, "Oh, right. See you there, then? Wherever it is..."

"That you will," he answers, pecking my lips. "See you there, my Queen."

He leaves the room after taking the clothes hanger covered over with an opaque bag from the door handle, and I look at Charlie and Jasper.

"So now what?" I ask.

"We wait to be told when Michael's at the surprise location, then we make our entrance, too!" Charlie informs me.

"Oh... okay!" I beam, finally understanding.

--

"Okay... Michael is just through these doors," Jasper tells me.

I nod, suddenly feeling nervous for some reason.

Jasper and Charlie take one door each of the double doors, and open them slowly.

I peer inside the room, and notice two red sofa-type things, a few banners saying "Happy Birthday", and...

Banners saying, "Baby shower."

Then, out of nowhere, a group of people jump out from behind the sofas, and yell, "Surprise!"

I gasp when I realise--

It's my mom, dad, Michael's parents, his brothers and sisters, and a few of Jasper and Charlie's nice friends.

How did they get all the way to Italy?!

"Oh my--" I can't produce words at all.

"Happy birthday slash baby shower, honey," mom says softly.

"Yeah... you deserve this," dad adds.

After a few more "Happy birthday" wishes from other people, I see Michael finally reveal himself from behind the sofa.

Oh my... he looks gorgeous!

Black tuxedo, with red cravat, black, polished loafers, and his hair down - a rarity for him, as he normally ties it up in a ponytail for everything.

God... he looks so sexy!

I can't help but clasp my hands over my mouth in pure shock as he comes my way and kisses my lips.

"Are you happy, sweetheart? Do you like this?" he asks.

I nod, "I love this... but how did you get everyone here? I mean--"

"Shh," he giggles, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. "A man has to know how to treat his Queen, you know."

He smiles at me, a warm, soft smile, and twirls me around to hug me from behind.

Kissing my neck softly, he whispers into my ear:

"We're gonna be happier from now, y'know. Life will get better from here, I promise. You ain't seen nothing, yet. Happy birthday, my Queen."

Before you say it: Yes yes, I know I've had WAYYY to many cute moments, and not enough drama. But I'm tryna be kinda realistic. I've had dramatic moments between Becky and Michael but... when was the last time you heard of a couple arguing over absolutely EVERYTHING? It doesn't happen. Anyway, maybe some drama will come soon. I'm not sure. :3 Hope you like the chapter, anyhow. :)