Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 120~

a few months later...

"Damn, it's finally summer break," Imogen flopped down on the couch.

"I know, I hate school so much," Leonel groaned, "they're always giving us so much homework to do, I wanna feed all of those to the dogs."

"I think the dogs wouldn't want them either, they're gonna puke," Francesca added, "homeworks are way too disgusting."

"I know right?" Imogen sighed.

"That's why your dad and I are planning a vacation," I smiled and they lit up. "Really? Where are we going?"

"Amsterdam," I smiled and they cheered.

"I'm excited!" Imogen beamed.

"When are we going?" Leonel asked. "In three days."

"Oh my gosh, you don't have to surprise us like that!" Francesca smiled. She had gotten a lot better ever since we homeschooled her and sent her to therapy. Imogen was also starting to improve after taking medications for her anxiety and having two counseling sessions per week. Thank goodness my daughters are getting better.

"It would be a great idea if the three of you would start packing, we're gonna stay there for a week and spend around a total of two days in the plane, so there's a lot to pack."

"Okay Mom."

They went to their own rooms and began packing. I decided to also start packing for myself and Dalton. He had been quite busy lately, and it's stressing him out, so he decided to take two weeks off starting from tomorrow so that we can go on vacation. I started packing a bunch of T-shirts, jeans, sweaters, and hoodies for me and Dalton, just in case it gets cold. I made sure to pack my favorite hoodie that belongs to Dalton since I would probably sleep in it. I also packed our nightwear and undergarments, along with my makeup bag, some necessities, and sanitary products, just in case I or Imogen got our periods. When I was done, I zipped up the suitcase and decided to check on the kids. I decided to check on Imogen first.

"Piccolina, may I come in?" I knocked on her door. "Sure."

I opened her bedroom door and went inside her room. It seemed like she had just finished packing.

"Your dad and I actually decided to invite Ben to join us, and he said yes," I told her and she lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

"Thanks Mommy!" she squealed and embraced me into a hug. "You're welcome, Piccolina."

"Wait, do we get to share a room?" she asked.

"Of course," I smiled, "there are going to be three rooms in the suite, so your dad and I are sharing a room, obviously, Fran and Leo will share a room, so you and Ben can share the last room. He's gonna come here and stay the night before."

"I'm so excited," she beamed.

"Me too," I smiled.

***

three days later...

"Time to wake up baby," Dalton placed kisses on my face. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I stretched my arms a little. I was still sleepy that I didn't realize I accidentally smacked Dalton on the face.

"Ow," he chuckled.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I giggled and he kissed my head. I sat up and decided to wake the kids up since it's now five in the morning. Our flight would be at six thirty.

"Time to wake up," I knocked on Imogen's door. I walked down the hallway and did the same to Leonel and Francesca's room. There were then footsteps inside each of their rooms, meaning they're awake and starting to get ready. I went back to my own room and started getting ready myself. I brushed my teeth and tied my hair into a messy bun. I washed my face and changed into sweatpants and Dalton's hoodie. When we were done getting ready, we went downstairs and fed the dogs while waiting for Ben and Imogen. Courtney agreed to watch the dogs while we're away.

"Alright, we're ready," Imogen said as she went downstairs with Ben. I nodded and we all went inside the car. Dalton started the engine and drove to the airport. The drive was around 20 minutes long.

"Wake up baby, we're here," Ben gently shook Imogen awake when we arrived.

"Carry me," she mumbled sleepily.

"Hello, I'm Imogen Grande-Gomez, I MUST be carried," Ben teased her and we all laughed.

"Not funny, Ben," she frowned.

"Come on Piccolina, you need to walk," I chuckled, "we've got a lot of suitcases to bring."

"Fine," she pouted. We took our things out of the trunk and walked inside the airport. We went to the gate for some boarding checks and boarded the private jet. I sat with Dalton, Imogen sat with Ben, while Leonel and Francesca sat together. I placed my head on Dalton's shoulder and the jet took off.

"You're always doing this whenever the plane takes off since the beginning of our relationship," he smiled. I buried my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms arms around me.

"I'm sleepy," I mumbled.

"Get some sleep baby, it's still early," he whispered, kissing my head. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

***

"Time for breakfast," Dalton gently shook me awake. I opened my eyes and he gave me a bottle of water and my food.

"Thank you babe," I lightly smiled. I took a sip of the water and we both started eating breakfast. Ben and the kids were already eating and chatting with one another.

"How long will the flight take?" Francesca asked. "Around ten hours."

"Oh gosh, it had only been two and a half hours," she groaned.

"Don't worry, we're gonna have some fun during the flight," Dalton reassured.

"Wanna have a quick shower?" I asked him when we're done eating. He nodded and we went inside the small shower in the plane. After we were done, it was Francesca's turn, then Leonel's, then Imogen and Ben went last.

"They're probably gonna fuck in the shower," Leonel chuckled.

"I know right?" Francesca laughed, "I heard moans coming from her room the other day."

"You heard what?" Dalton asked.

"Baby, calm down, they're old enough to be responsible. I've talked to her about contraception and safety, she's gonna be okay."

"I know, I was just surprised, she's my little girl, I'm just worried about her," he pouted, "Do you know when they first did it?"

"I first caught them a few months ago after I took Francesca shopping, I think it was their first time, but I'm not sure."

"He better not break her heart."

"Do you trust him?"

"I do."

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

"Alright, I'll listen to you," he lightly smiled. I ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek.