Another couple of weeks pass, and Chris continues to drop little breadcrumbs onto his Instagram. While he really wants to continue using Dodger, he's in a whole other country filming and can't make that happen at the moment without the help of Scott. So, he decides to make a different post.

The location they're staying at right now has a piano downstairs in the lobby. Waiting until it's night, and most patrons are asleep he quietly makes his way, stopping to ask the front desk if he can use the instrument for a video. The management quickly agrees, only asking that he some how tags the establishment for publicity reasons of course. He reminds them that might not be best at the moment due to the onslaught of fans and security issues it could bring. The manager commends him for thinking of such a thing, and still allows him the use of the piano.

Chris angles the camera to only show his back, still trying to keep the look of his character under wraps for as long as he can get away with it, even tossing on a baseball cap. He gently begins playing the chords to a song that he heard in passing, memorizing the chords. Playing through the entire first verse before softly singing the chorus.

"I will be here when you feel like being quiet, When you need to speak your mind, I will listen and I will be here when the laughter turns to cryin'. Through the winning, losing and tryin', We'll be together 'cause I will be here."

It's posted to his stories, but also a short snippet under his actual account. "May you always know," read the caption.

With a six hour time difference, he knew that while it was just midnight in Paris, it was early evening back home in Boston. Once back in his room he called Demi for the first time all day.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" his fiancée asks without even so much as a hello.

He chuckles at her before answering, "Hello to you too, sweetheart."

He can't see her, but he knows she's rolling her eyes. "Hello, dear," emphasis on the word dear with sarcasm. "Now, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Just needed to take care of something. Now, why does it sound incredibly noisy wherever you are?"

"Oh," Dempsey sighs, not wanting to give anything away, "I'm at the store with my mom." She knows he won't be speaking to her mother anytime soon, choosing to use her as a scape goat.

Chris is curious because it sounds a bit too noisy for a grocery store. 

Dempsey POV

  I do my best to grab Scott's attention by waving my arm around. He lifts his head, giving me a strange look and opens his mouth to speak. Thankfully my wide eyes and finger over my lip alerts him to realize his brother is on the other side of the line. I motion to my wheel chair, silently asking him to move me towards a quieter spot. 

  "Is that better?" I ask, my heart racing as I silently pray that we'll be able to pull this off.

  "A little," he sighs.

  "You sound exhausted, babe. Rough day of shooting?"

  I hear him yawn loudly, and the rustling of the bed sheets. "Something like that. Worked on filming a big fight scene, body is a bit sore."

  "I'm sorry. If you were here I'd give you a massage and feed you ice cream."

  "What, no peeled grapes while you fan me?" he chuckles.

  "You may look like a Greek god, sir, but I refuse to peel grapes," I remind him. "I do love you, Ethan's Uncle."

  I can hear the smile in his voice, "I needed that."

  "I know you did. Gotta keep you grounded, Christopher. Remind you where you came from."

  Another tired yawn, "Which is exactly where I'd like to be right now. Curled up with you and our pups."

  "Just a little longer," I tell him, knowing something he doesn't.

  "Baby, I don't think two months can be considered little."

  "All about perspective." Scott taps my shoulder, motioning towards his phone, reminding me that it's about to get a little more noisy. "Um, mom's ready to check out, so I guess I'll talk to you some time tomorrow?" 

  "Yeah, okay." He sounds so sad, and even slightly defeated. "I love you, Demi." He releases a long breath, "And I miss you, so much."

  I feel a lump in my throat as I fight back the tears that his voice is leading me towards. "I love you more than you could ever know. I can't wait to cuddle up with you," I stop before adding the last bit to keep up the ruse, "and our kids, I mean pups."

  That last line warms my heart, and as he hums a sweet tone, I know he approves. "Gah, that sounds wonderful too."

  "Agreed. Love you, babe." 

  "Love you too, sweetheart. Be careful, sweet dreams." 

  "You too," I hang up with a smirk on my face. "That was almost too close."

  "Did he suspect anything?" Scott asks, wheeling me back towards our departure area of the airport.

  I shake my head, smiling. "This might actually work."

  The last leg of the flight is when we both decide to try and get some sleep. I've never experienced such a time difference, but Scott has, and he's already warning me that jet lag will not be a pretty experience for me. That enough has me nervous, but I give myself a little extra help and pop a pain pill to aid in my sleeping. Thankfully it calms my brain, and excitement, enough to catch some rest on the red eye to Paris. 

  When we land and pull towards our gate, I'm already awake, still a bit groggy but knowing that in just a bit longer I'll have my arms wrapped around Chris, makes me push through the fog. 

  Scott and I wait as the passengers leave, waiting for the attendant to bring my wheelchair. While things have been going well, there's still no feeling in one of my legs which completely hinders my ability to walk. 

  We thank the crew and make our way through the airport as Scott calls Chris' assistant over here to double check everything. He assures him that a car is already there and waiting for us as soon as we can grab the luggage. 

  The airport isn't as busy as Los Angeles, at least at the moment, thankfully, so once Scott has our bags I'm able to take over wheeling myself through the concourse and out of the exit. The air is chilly, but not much different than Boston this time of year. 

  Situated in the car, Scott tells me that everything is set and Chris has absolutely no idea. In fact his assistant told him that Chris seemed a bit off today, passing it on as not sleeping well. But, I know the truth. 

  He's homesick.

  And the fact that I'm a part of that equation, couldn't possibly make me happier.

  I pull out my small toiletry bag from my carry on, and begin trying to make myself look like I haven't just traveled overnight for several hours, minus a layover. Scott ignores me as I spray on a fresh round of deodorant, but does offer to hold my mirror as I try to make my hair look a little more decent. 

  "You know, you could have a rat's nest on your head and he'd still swap spit with you," my future brother in law teases me. 

  I grip the hairband between my lips, "While that might be true, I'd like to think that not looking homeless might earn me more than just some spit swapping."  Scott scrunches up his face in disgust as I laugh.  

  I watch the city as we make our way through, going north of Paris to a location that they're using for the filming. Chris had made mention that in the film it's said that the place is in Croatia, but really it's located about thirty miles north of Paris. 

  But I was not prepared for what I'd see.

  It wasn't just a 'location' like Chris made it out to be. It was a castle. A real, true life castle with incredible ornate gardens. I'd never even traveled out of the country, so for this to be the first place I visit, I can only imagine that any other place wouldn't be able to compare. 

  The driver stops at security, and with a nod and a welcome we're cleared for entrance. Scott calls Chris' assistant to  let him know we've arrived. He meets us off to the side where all of the other vehicles have been parked for the day, completely out of the way from filming. 

  "He's filming inside at the moment," the man tells us both as Scott helps me out of the car and into the chair. "Michael, by the way," he holds his hand out to both of us, welcoming us.

  After introductions he begins leading us around one side of the building off of the beaten path from filming, closer to the trailers. "I'm gonna check in with Joe and Anthony, let them know Chris' surprise has made it."

  "They know?" I whisper, out of shock.

  Michael nods with a smile. "Of course. They know all," he laughs as he walks off.

  "Scott."

  "Yeah, love?" he adjusts the bag on his shoulder.

  "Why am I nervous?" I ask, my heart racing, reminding me of how I felt on our first date. 

  Scott gives me a look. "I have no idea," he shrugs. "No reason to be."

  The last time I had been around this part of Chris' life was the Golden Globes back in January, before the fall out of our relationship went to hell. The last few months of bliss had been only within the walls of his home or his mother's house. This would be the first time back in this lifestyle since our reconciliation. What if-

  'No,' I think to myself. 'You will give this man the benefit of the doubt because he has shown you his heart.'

  I take a deep breath, noticing Michael waving us closer. "They're about to break for lunch. How do you want to do this? Do you want to go to his trailer? Wait over by the food?"

  "I think that decision is about to be made for you," Scott whispers, both of us now noticing Chris further down the hall, coming towards our direction. "Stay right there, in front of her." 

  I watch as Scott heads towards Chris, yelling out his name like he has a thousand times in their battle of scare videos. "What the hell?" Chris yells back at him excitedly. I can't see them, but I can hear the slaps of their hands against each other's back as they embrace. "What are you doing here?"

  "Thought you could use a visit from home," he tells his brother, their voices getting closer. 

  "You have no idea."

 I hear his voice much closer. I motion for Michael to move to the side. "I bet I do," I say confidently, smiling up at him as his face turns in my direction. What I didn't expect were the instantaneous tears that fill his eyes as he stalks closer towards me. 

  What I wouldn't give to be able to stand and meet him, jump up into his arms and have him hold me. 

  "Demi," his voice quivers as he reaches my chair. I hold up my arms, ready for an embrace. But what I'm waiting for doesn't happen the way I think it will as Chris leans down, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me out of the chair.

  I sigh against his chest as he holds me tightly, his body beginning to relax. I steady myself against him, preparing for my right leg to touch the ground but instead he lifts me a bit more, giving me a small jostle as his arms find themselves wrapped around my thighs, my right leg snaking its way around his waist. He adjusts his right arm to help hold my left leg in place as I feel his tears hitting my neck while he breathes me in. 

  We stay just this way, uncaring of whoever is watching, staring or possibly taking photos of the male lead visibly crying over his handicapped fiancee. I cling just as tightly to him, ever so thankful to be in his embrace. 

  "Take a long lunch guys," I hear a voice coming from behind us, along with a thump against Chris' back.

  Chris finally lifts his head from the crook of my neck, his face red. He looks towards the voice, "Thanks Joe."  He finally looks towards me, my own watery smile meeting his. "Hi."

  "Hi, baby."

*Unedited.

*I'm so sorry that it has taken SO LONG for an update. This one kind of stalled and I didn't want to just put something out there, to put something out.