Carter

Chapter 2

 Carter's pov-

It was a nine hour flight, nine bloody hours. I know planes are relatively safe environments but I couldn't let myself sleep. I was paranoid something would happen to Miles if I fell asleep. I mean, we're surrounded by strangers. Miles had a fit when the plane took off. I felt awful, I knew he was scared and I'm sure his ears were popping, but I don't know how to help him.

He kept trying to crawl over to me so when it was safe I put him back in my lap. Miles is very clingy but I can't blame him. Growing up in the household we were in is tough, no matter how old you are. He just wants to feel safe. I only had to get up twice during the flight to take Miles to the bathroom.

We had our own private cubicle so I was able to breastfeed in private. I don't necessarily have a problem breastfeeding in front of people. I just don't want them to judge me because of my age. A lot of judgment comes with being a teen mom. It's not like it was my choice, it's not like I asked for this. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't change a thing because I love my son but it's not like I wanted to get pregnant at thirteen.

Miles fell asleep in my arms and I ended up looking out the window, watching the clouds. I despise tv so I didn't want to watch a movie or anything and I didn't have a book with me. Tv is just unnecessary noise in my opinion. Miles doesn't like it either, I think he has noise sensitivity. Any loud or repetitive noise sends him into a tantrum. I keep meaning to make a doctor's appointment.

Somehow Miles slept through the landing, which I was grateful for. I managed to get off the plane with him asleep in my arms. Poor little guy was exhausted. When I got off the plane I started looking around but quickly realized I didn't know who I was looking for. I was looking around, hoping they'd have a sign or something.

Miles started to stir and let out he whined, I readjusted him on my hip and tried my best to soothe him. I felt a heavy hand land on my shoulder and my instincts kicked in. I turned around and swung, landing a hard hit on the man's chin. He let out a grunt, " Jesus, relax!" he said, stepping back.

My guard was up and I made sure Miles was facing away from the man, letting myself act as a shield. " Who the fuck're you?!" I spat, feeling protective. Everything is different when you have children. Everything becomes a threat, you're constantly terrified something will happen to them. Fear is a conflicting emotion, especially when you're a parent. I don't care about what happens to me but I'll be damned if someone hurts my baby.

" I'm Caspian, your oldest brother." he said casually, like I already knew about him. " I don't have a brother, you have the wrong person." I told him, backing away. He smiled at me, " Caspian King, you're Carter King." he said and I did my best to hide my confusion. I have a brother? I have a fucking brother. That bitch told me I had no other family. God, she was such a little cunt.

" I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I had a brother." a small frown appeared on his lips but disappeared within seconds. " It's alright, I know the whole situation is messed up." he said with a comforting smile. He started looking around, " I was told there were two of you. You have an older step brother, right?" he asked.

It was at that moment that Miles let out a bunch of baby babble and started tugging at my shirt. Caspian looked confused as he looked back and forth between Miles and I. " I was told he was your older brother, not your younger brother." he said, looking at Miles.

Miles watched him warily, pressing himself further into my body. " Is his age a problem? Because I'll gladly get on the next flight back to France." I said defensively. He quickly shook his head no, " Not a problem, just a surprise." he said, the smile returning to his face. He looked around on the floor for a second, " We can go to baggage claim now. I'm sure you're ready to get out of here."