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“Yeah, lady, I know. But if this plane comes crashing down do you really think this sliver of fabric will keep me alive?”

I bit back a smile as a flash of annoyance crept into her doll-like face. “I’m just doing my job, Sir.”

He nodded without speaking, turning to me. “How are you feeling?” he murmured against my hair as he kissed my head softly.

“Tired?” I offered with exasperation as he grimaced.

“Go and see a doctor. It’s not normal to feel this tired for weeks. Tell him you’re losing interest in your boyfriend, too,” he teased as I turned to look at him, kissing his mouth before he could say anything more.

“Shut up, Mr. Fallon.”

He grinned as the plane began to pick up speed, his hands now gripping the side of the seat so hard his knuckles turned white. I laced my fingers over his as the pilot executed a near-perfect landing, and I turned to see the relief in Cal's eyes.

“Thankfuckthat’s over.”

“I’ve missed our bed so much,” I groaned as he sent me a wicked look.

“The three of us will reunite shortly.”

“Do you ever think about anything else?” I laughed as we left the plane, the wind whipping my hair around my face.

“I think about you in every capacity. All of the time,” he said seriously as we entered the terminal building. I felt a shiver of delight at his words as we made it through customs unscathed. I was a U.S. citizen, on an internal flight, yet still felt like a criminal under the suspicious gaze of the border officers.

As we waited for our luggage, I felt a wave of nausea overtake me as I searched for the toilets with desperation.

“I need the toilet,” I managed to get out before racing to the nearest restroom, which happened to be an accessible one. I didn’t have time to consider that as I reached the toilet bowl, emptying my stomach contents into it. I gasped as I retched, aware that something was wrong with me. I wiped my mouth as I stood, listing my symptoms in my head. I washed my face in the sink noticing how pale I looked.

Tiredness...

Irritated all the time....

I must be due on my period soon. But that had never made me sick before.

Sickness....

I stared at my reflection as it hit me.

Where was my period?

I closed my eyes and jumped when someone tried the handle of the door, opening to reveal Cal.

“Are you alright? You’ve been in here a while—”

“I think I’m pregnant,” I whispered as his eyes met mine slowly.

“What?” his voice was low as he dropped the bags he was holding onto the floor beside him.

I didn’t speak, but to my horror I began to cry.

“Hey, Raven, don’t cry,” he strode over to me, taking me in his arms.

“I can’t remember when I had my last period and—”

“Sssh. It’s okay. Let’s just get out of the airport, then we can talk okay? We’ve got this baby, don’t worry,” he said soothingly as he kissed me softly.

I nodded as I sniffed, watching as he gathered our belongings onto a nearby cart. He slid his arm around me protectively as he guided me out of the airport and towards a waiting cab, barking an address at the driver who scurried to the driver’s seat as Cal put our luggage into the trunk.

I laid against him as we drove, aware that we were nearing home. Cal paid the driver as he handed me the keys to our home, watching me carefully.