Zara groaned feeling Chris kiss her cheek lightly, waking her from her peaceful sleep. They had been so busy with work over the last few days she just wanted to sleep for a year.
Opening her eyes into slits, she peeked at the alarm clock. Five am in red numbers stared back at her. Why the hell was he waking her now?
"Come on baby, we gotta go," Chris whispered, kissing her again. She could tell he was dressed, she couldn't feel the heat from his skin against her back.
She groaned, shoving her face back into the pillow. The fear that he wanted to work out or go on a run crept into her and she couldn't think of anything worse.
"Go where?" She mumbled, his hand turning her over and she wasted no time wrapping her arms around him, pulling him back down on to the bed.
Chris chuckled, kissing just below her ear before standing up, lifting her off the bed with him. He turned to the walk in closet, setting her down on the velvet seat in the corner of the room.
"It's a surprise, come on," Chris smiled, throwing her a pair of Nike leggings and one of his massive hoodies.
She raised an eyebrow, blue eyes squinted almost shut from the light. The smile on his face had her doing anything he wanted though.
***
When she settled on to the leather seat beside the window, staring out the window at the six am happenings of LaGuardia airport, Zara assumed Chris had a meeting to attend and didn't want to go alone.
She stayed quiet in her seat when he spoke with the crew, her head lolling to the side. She was exhausted.
"Is it a business meeting?" She asked, Chris settling into the seat beside her and resting his hand on her thigh.
He looked over at her, smiling at how innocent she looked in her sleepy state. He knew she was far from that.
"Nope, it's a holiday," Chris shrugged, squeezing her thigh before picking up whatever book he was reading now. They were mostly business books and Zara had no interest.
She did enjoy having any opportunity to spend time with him, however. She'd often sit beside him, asking him questions and allowing him to talk just to be near him or hear his voice.
"Chris, we just got back from Rome at the start of November," she said, eyes opening a little wider now as the crew got the plane ready for the journey to wherever.
"And now, it's the start of December," Chris said, almost as if it was normal for a couple to take this many holidays.
Zara, despite being with Chris for almost four years had never truly understood why he felt the need to spoil her. A new bag? Her's in an instant. Need a new office outfit? Just say the word. A day off from whatever was going on? Chris would whisk her as far away from New York as possible.
She had learned shortly after they got serious that Chris wouldn't take no for an answer. If she tried to argue that she didn't need anything, he'd only buy her more. So she gave up. After she realised he truly wanted to do this.
"Are we ready, Mr. Cuomo?" One of the attendants asked, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, looking between Chris and Zara.
"Indeed, thanks," Chris smiled before the man nodded and walked towards the cockpit to tell them they were ready.
The door shut on his way out and Zara knew she wouldn't be seeing the crew for the entirety of the flight, or until one of them needed something.
Chris wasn't mean. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But the crew knew better than to interrupt him when he was on board with Zara.
