After winning football tickets for the Euro 2020 semi final, you felt you'd had all the luck you were ever going to get, until after the game, when you meet the players, your life begins to go in a whole new direction...
The last few days of our holiday went by in a blur and before we knew it we were packing up our cases ready to head home.
For the most part our 2 weeks away together had been absolute bliss, Taylor incidents aside, and part of me was apprehensive about going back and facing the real world again, especially in light of the news that Taylor had so kindly leaked over the internet for us. We had no idea what things were going to be like when we got back home and what the media attention would be like as we'd been living in our little holiday bubble, we also had Jack's possible move to City to deal with as soon as we got back and we knew that was going to be big news. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't feel anxious about the whole thing right on top of being newly pregnant, but I knew I had to try and stay calm and as stress free as possible for the baby and I knew Jack would do everything in his power to ensure I had as little to worry about as possible.
We had a private jet arranged to depart Mykonos at 6pm. We arrived at the airport just after 3 and checked in our luggage before heading for a drink and a snack. There were a few British paps at the airport taking photo's of us when we arrived, but they weren't allowed into the private lounge so we could relax knowing we wouldn't be getting snapped while we waited for our flight.
Our flight departed on time and arrived back at Birmingham Airport just after 8pm UK time. It was still daylight outside, which made it easier to spot the numerous paps waiting behind the wire fence taking photo's of us as we disembarked and made our way to our waiting car.
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I suddenly felt really sick, just seeing them there, knowing they were frantically taking pictures of us both as we walked along felt weird, but the last thing I wanted to do was be photographed throwing up, so I took a few deep breaths and continued walking towards the safety and privacy of our car. I let out a huge sigh of relief when I was sat inside the car where nobody could see me, and quickly pulled out a sick back I had taken from the plane and threw up!
"Baby misbehaving" Jack smirked. He was standing outside the door stretching and waiting for the driver to put our luggage in the boot.
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"I don't think he likes having his picture taken" I replied, wiping my mouth with a tissue and taking a sip of water.
