Even If.

"You'd love me? Even if it's not you who I choose?" I whispered to him.
"Even if," he swore.


28. Twenty Four.

Beth's POV~ Present Day

Jack's fingers intertwine with mine as we walk without a particular destination. We don't speak, partly because we wouldn't be able to hear each other anyway, and partly because we don't even need the words to tell each other how we feel. We already know. Right now, he's ecstatic, and I'm happier than I've been in years. Disneyland is good at doing that.

Once we hit the crowd of people, our strides shorten until we are at a standstill, waiting for the others to pass. I glance down to our non-walking feet and smile.

"You have the tiniest feet I have ever seen!" Jack laughed and lightly kicked my feet for emphasis as we sat waited on the tube.

"My feet are not tiny!" My voice raised an octave, like it usuallly does when I lie.

"Sorry, love. I know you hate to hear about how beautiful and amazingly cute and dainty your little tiny feet are," he smiled as I laughed.

"How can a foot be beautiful?" I wondered aloud.

"Wel, it can be a part of you."


"You love it."

"I love you."

"And I love your feet. Looks like we're even."

I don't realize our path is clear, but I feel a tug on my hand that pulls me out of my reverie.

"Il est Jack et Beth!" I hear from somewhere behind us. We turn around to face the voice to find a girl around 12. Jack looks at me helplessly as she babbles.

"Je m'appelle Charlotte et j'ai trieze ans et JE T'AIME!!!" she squeals. I crouch down to her level and smile.

"Salut Charlotte! Je m'appelle Beth et il s'appelle Jack. J'ai vingt ans," I chuckled as I threw her words back at her, "Merci de nous soutenir. Je t'aime!"

"Tu est tres belle!" she smiled and twirled a strand of my hair.

"Vous êtes plus jolie," I assured her and she blushed. 

"Sont vous les gars vont se marier?" she asks innocently. 

Are you guys going to get married?

For once I'm glad Jack can't speak French.

"Peut-être un jour," I reply, suddenly shy. Maybe someday, the words repeat themselves in my head.

"Il sera votre heureux pour toujours, non?" 

He'll be your happily ever after, right?

I look up to Jack to see him smiling back at me, pure love evident in his expression.

"Il sera," I assured Charlotte. 

He will.


We take a quick picture with her before she runs off to the Dumbo ride.

"Though I hate to not be able to help you, I love to watch you. Foreign languages are extremely hot," he remarks. I roll my eyes but can't help a smile.

"Really though, what was she saying?" he asks.

I stop in my tracks.

"Um.. Oh would you look at that! They're all back from Space Mountain! Let's go say hi!" I spot the rest of our group coming towards us and drag him along to go meet up with them.

"I can't believe you guys didn't come! This one was even better than the one in California!" Caspar pouts.

"You should have seen Annie though! She screamed the entire time! It was the funniest thing!" Joe doubles over in laughter, and I spot Annie kicking him in the shins with a blush on her cheeks. This only makes us all laugh harder. 

"My little Annie," Finn wraps an arm around her and kisses her on the cheek, and I feel like the Grinch when his heart was growing like 6 times its size. I'm so glad Finn has found Annie.

Joe pretends to retch at the sight of love, and we all laugh.

"What are we going to do next?" Zoe asks as she slides her arm around Alfie.

"I literally do not care as long as I have Beth with me. I have no idea what anyone is saying," Alfie groans. I take the opportunity to tease.

"Oh, you poor baby. I mean, like, having to try to speak French in France? Your life must be so hard!" I gush mockingly, causing everyone to laugh. 

"Actually. I'm kind of hungry. I think I'm going to steal Beth away for some dinner, if that's alright with you guys," Jack adds in, causing me to blush.

"Oh, come on you guys didn't go on the last ride eitherrrrr," Marcus whines.

"Oh, I'm sorry Marcus, but I assumed you wouldn't want to see this, but okay, whatever makes you happy," Jack shrugs, pulls me closer to him and places his lips on mine. The adrenaline surges through me the moment our lips touch, and I want to get lost in the kiss and disappear, but the fake retching noises from behind us pull me out of my daydream and back into reality. I pull away and bury my face in his chest with a blush as everyone else pretends to be sick at the sight of love. He rubs circles on my back and laughs as the guys in the group urge us on to go and have dinner alone.

"Thank you, thank you," Jack jokes, "we'll meet you guys for fireworks."

I grab Jack's hand and we detach ourselves from the group. He looks at me as we walk, and probably detecting the blush that's still warm in my cheeks, he smiles.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to you," he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Great. I wouldn't want to bore you or anything," I laugh.

"You could never bore me. Or annoy me. Frankly, you're every lovely word I can think of, and negative ones never seem to come to mind."

I feel my heart flip flop in my chest at the compliment, and I can't help but feel inadequate. I can never think of cute little things like that on the spot to make him feel like I do now. 

"I don't deserve you," I blurt out.

Jack stops in his tracks and pulls me to the side, away from the other people walking.

"Beth," he mutters. I turn to look at him, but avoid his eyes. Because it's true.

"Beth," he coaxes again and cups my face in his hands, begging for me to look at him. I can't resist. 

"Darling, I don't deserve you," he mutters, looking deep into my eyes with a sadness I can't explain. 

"That's not true," I smile and bring a hand up to his face, caressing it on instinct, almost as if I believe I can brush away his sadness as I brush my fingers along his warm skin, "but thanks for trying, babe."

"No, Beth, seriously, don't think like that. It kills me to think that you don't love yourself half as much as I love you. You are seriously the most incredible person I know, and I know you're not perfect. No one is. But you're my kind of perfect, and isn't that enough?" he spoke, pain evident in his voice. I wrap my arms tighter around him and pull him closer before I stand on my tiptoes for a kiss. It's laced with all the worry and pain that's bottled up inside him and comes out when I say stupid stuff like what I did. 

"Of course it's enough," I mutter on his lips, "you're enough. Don't ever think differently."

"I think you need to take your own advice," he whispers, his hot breath mingling with mine, and I smile, finally getting what he's saying.

"I think we need some dinner," I reply and turn away, waiting for him to follow. This earns a small groan of frustration out of him, and I chuckle. 

"You'll get more later, now come on, slowpoke!" I laugh. He catches up to me and laces his fingers with mine. We walk.

I return back to reality and start to hear the hustle and bustle of people around me. I focus in on the things I like- the sound of laughter and light, happy music playing in the background. I look around and am immediately met with bright, vivid colors at every glance. Striking green grass, a gloriously blue sky, and a red so perfect that it'll make your heart a little bit lighter, evident in the Minnie mouse ears that practically every female in the park seems to be wearing. 

"Oh Jack," I sigh, "we're in Disneyland Paris! I can't believe this. It's like a dream. I can't believe you made this all possible."

"Anything for you, love. Anything."


"Come on, Jack, we'll miss the fireworks!" I laugh and drag him along from behind me. We stumble away from the Indiana Jones ride like idiots and weave through the crowds, trying to make it to our friends.

I glance at my watch to find that we only have three minutes until the show starts. My legs use what little strength they have left after walking around all day to cook it to the front courtyard in front of the Magic Kingdom. 

But soon, Jack and I arrive at the side of the crew, panting and heaving, in time for the show. 

Once it starts, we take a moment to settle down and begin to laugh at ourselves like the idiots we are. Then, we move our focus towards the show, and I'm filled with wonder just like a little kid. Once I spot familiar characters like Tinker Bell and Peter Pan zip along the line above the castle as if they're flying, I nudge Jack and point. 

I can feel his gaze on me, so I turn to face him and find him smiling with so much love. "You're like a little kid, Beth," he laughs and shakes his head. I have the sudden instinct to kiss him, so I do. I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that I can kiss him when I want to, but I sure as heck will not complain about it. 

We watch the show together, with his arm around my waist and mine around his, among all of the other important people in my life. I gaze around to get a good look at them all and spot Finn holding Annie close and Zoe and Alfie in the same position, and my heart just wants to burst with happiness. Caspar, Joe, Dan, all of the others. They're my family. They helped pick up the pieces of my shattered life.

I look back at Jack to see him gazing up at the fireworks, his face illuminated with flashes of red and blue and green, and can't help but marvel at what is now mine and how perfect this moment is.

So, that's my story. I'm not going to say "The End" because it isn't the end, and I'm not going to cheesily add in "and they all lived happily ever after," because we didn't. Jack and I aren't perfect. We have our ups and downs, but we love each other, and that's something we can always count on. So, I'm going to modify that saying a little bit by ending with "and we lived" because we did. The important thing is that we started living our lives again, but together, which is more than I could have ever dreamed of. 



So that's it, I guess:) The end of Even If. 

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