He'd been to Paris twice before. Once as a small boy trailing behind his parents, spending more time with his nanny then anyone else, and the second time as a college student, intent on getting drunk and finding a beautiful French model to have sex with. This time, though, from the moment he stepped off the plain he saw the city in a whole new way; through Angela's eyes. She'd been excited ever since he'd mentioned the idea; by the time they stepped out of the airport to find the limo driver holding up a sign saying 'Hodgins-Montenegro' she glowed and squeezed his hand tight with energy that needed a release.
"I didn't want to make any apartment renting plans without you, so I booked us in the Hôtel du Louvre for a few days," he said as the limo started towards the city proper. The hotel was across the street from the Louvre, and he knew without asking that she'd want to spend hours, days, maybe weeks there.
He poured them both a glass of water; hydration was the best way to fight jet lag. "It's the first time I've ever made reservations for Mr. and Mrs. Hodgins."