Our Life Together

Chapter Eighteen

Flynn's arm is around my back and I'm cuddled up into his chest on one of the hard, cement benches of the garden. We have spent a lot of the last few days together. He and my father haven't had as many meetings as normal because of their trip to New Asia. They leave in a few hours to fly to Italy. There has been talk of them flying to one of the bordering countries and riding a submarine in or them finding a car and driving to New Asia. They decided, though, that they would use one of the royal families planes to fly in.

"I'm going to miss you," I whisper. Flynn plants a whisper of a kiss on my forehead. I know exactly what he is thinking. It is what I am thinking too. What if something happens? I am full of all these What ifs? What if Italy told New Asia we are coming since they are allies as well? What if they do end up shooting down their plane? What if their leader decided he doesn't want to see my father and Flynn and sends them to be hung immediately?

"I'm going to miss you, too, Celia," he whispers. The wind wips at us and the sky above is full of light gray clouds. Today has been rather chilly compared to all the other days of late winter. The weather seems to almost reflect my mood; scared, nervous, worried. "What are you thinking about?" Flynn whispers into my ear. I look up at him. His face looks calm, his hazel eyes sparkling. His dark hair messy due to the wind.

"What if we were wrong?" I ask. He raises his eyebrows to ask me to elaborate my question even though I get the feeling he knows exactly what I am trying to ask. "Flynn, what if we were wrong to try to send you and my father to New Asia? What if they try to shoot you down or kill you?" I ask. He looks out over the garden, refusing to look into my eyes.

"Then we got shot down, then they kill us. You and I both know this is the right thing to do. One of the things that your father has taught me is that we have to make sacrifices for our country," he says. I nod in response, not really sure how to respond. Making sacrifices for the country has always been one of the things my father has always told my brother and I to do. This was the main reason I was surprised my father didn't agree with Flynn.

"I just don't want to loose you," I whisper. He moves my chin up so we are staring right into each other's eyes, our faces just inches apart. For the first time this week, I see a hint of fright. It almost causes me to believe Flynn is only being brave for me—although I don't doubt he would do that.

"Celia, you aren't going to loose me. I am forever yours," he whispers back. Then, he closes the gap between us, planting his lips on mine. The sweetness of his lips cause me to thrive for more, a hunger for him and only him. No one can replace Flynn. Especially not in this moment in time. When people ask you if there is a moment you could live forever, I know what my answer would be. It would be right here with Flynn.

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"I'm going to miss you, daddy," I say as my father approaches me, leaving my brother alone. He wraps his arms around me and I melt into his oh so familiar scent. His clean yet masculine scent reminds me of my childhood and all the special memories that belong only to my father and me. It is extremely important for a girl to have a mother—there are, in fact, things you just wouldn't talk to your father about—but a girl's father is her super hero, her prince, her protector.

"I am going to miss you too, Celia bear," he says, using the old nickname he used to use. He pecks a kiss on my cheek before walking over to my mother. They lace their hands together and stare passionately into one another's eyes. They whisper a few things before my father leans down to give my mother a long, intimate kiss.

"It's okay, I imagine we'll be like that, too, at their age," Flynn whispers into my ear from behind. He got to say his goodbyes to his siblings in private, away from my family. I giggle but can't help but roll my eyes. My parents are no where close to being "old." My mother is 37 and my father is only 39.

"Well, that is only 20 years away," I reply. He chuckles and walks around to be in front of me. He wraps his arms around my waist and I automatically wrap mine around his neck. He leans down and puts his forehead on mine. His breath tickles my face, sending goosebumps down my arms.

"Well, I know we will still be like that in 20 years," he whispers. I giggle and he closes the gap between our lips, only staying that way for a few seconds. His hazel eyes stare into mine and I get butterflies in my stomach. "We will be okay," he whispers.

"I know," I reply. My arms wrap around his waist and my head presses into his chest. His arms linger on my back. I feel his head lean down and rest on top of mine. We stay that way, ignoring whoever might possibly see us that way.

"Flynn, it is time to go," my father says, causing us to break apart. I can't help the blush that heats up my cheeks. Flynn's cheeks heat up, too, obviously embarrassed that my parents saw us together even though we were in plain sight. You would think it wouldn't be like that since we are married after all.

"I'll miss you," we say at the same time. I giggle as he places his lips on mine again before he walks out the large, wooden doors to the outside world. My mother walks over and puts her arm around me.

"It's okay, Celia. I get nervous everytime your father leaves without me, too. Flynn will be fine," she says. I nod and give her a weak smile. I know she is right but I still can't help the nervous feeling gathering inside me.

Not the best editing in the world so I apologize. I promise nothing will happen to Flynn and Maxon. I would never do that because I would be sobbing as well... I feel like there is something important to say here but I'm not really sure what so... Please comment and vote!

Disclaimer: I got a comment recently on the first story saying I shouldn't write the disclaimers on each chapter just on the thingy where you write the story sumarization or whatever it's called. (I currently have a brain fart for what it's called.)... But what is the fun in that?... Like I normally say, I am not Kiera Cass so I don't own The Selection. :)