On the day of the trip, Tamara was closing the suitcase when Irene arrived.
-You and your stubbornness, love. - Irene said - You really don't want help?
-Not. I've just finished. - She kissed Irene - Ready to go?
-I think so. I don't even know where I'm going.
-Anxious. - Irene kissed - At the airport you find out.
-Ok.
-Have you called your mother yet?
-I called. But she wants me to call again when we get there, we don't know where.
-Guapa. - Tamara laughed. - Didn't she tell you then?
-To say? - Irene stopped - Wait... Does she knows?
-She knows. I preferred to tell her so she doesn't worry so much. She cannot have strong emotions, as the doctor said.
-I like the way you take care of my mother so much. - she kissed Tamara - Thank you.
-I take care as if she were mine and in the same way that I would like them to take care of my mother when she is older.
-She will be. We will give you all the comfort. But, it still takes time, your mother is young.
-Not so much. Look at us. With this game we are already 40.
-And I feel very good. You do not?
-Yes. I feel great.
-That's what matters.
-Let's go before we miss the flight.
-I can't miss the flight that goes I don't know where.
-You will know.
When they got to the airport, Irene couldn't believe the name of the place Tamara was guarding.
-Love, don't you think you exaggerated a little in this gift?
-Not. You deserve it, we deserve it.
-A week in this paradise?
-Just the two of us. - She kissed Irene - Without anyone bothering us.
-It's a dream.
-That will come true in a few hours. - She got up and gave Irene a hand. - Ready to escape with me to our island?
-Ready.
They got on the plane. Tamara sat by the window and Irene by the side. After a while, Tamara realized that Irene was sweating and pale.
-Breathe, love. - Said Tamara - It seems that you never flew.
- Every time is different. I'm afraid.
-Just relax. - She shook hands with Irene - I'm here.
After a while, Irene let go of Tamara's hand and stood up, going to the bathroom. Tamara waited a while, but since Irene did not return, she decided to go find her. She saw that the bathroom was closed and there was no sign of Irene, so she knocked on the door.
-Irene, is you there?
Irene did not respond and began to worry. The stewardess saw Tamara and said:
-This is busy; can you go to the other one, please?
-Can you tell me who got into this? It's just that my wife got up and she hasn't come back yet.
-She was a blue-eyed blonde lady.
-Then please open that door. - Tamara answered nervously.
-I can't, ma'am.
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Fly con vos (English)
FanfictionThis fic started to be written on a flight, so it literally appeared in the clouds. This is a great reminder to never lose hope. As Tamara herself says: If something bad happens, turn it into something good. So, let's dream!