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Chapter 40

Sawyer POV

I'm sitting in the airport and remember Makena's text.

I open my messages and open hers.

Makena: no FaceTime? :(

My eyes widen and I go to FaceTime and call her.

She picks up after the third ring, "Hey you."

I smile, "Hi. I fell asleep last night."

She laughs, "It's okay, I get it. You and Maverick looked adorable on TV."

I look down at Maverick, "We are pretty adorable. What're you up to?"

She flips her camera and I see the beach, "Surf camp."

I nod, "Nice, catch any good waves?"

She flips her hair, "Of course I did. I'm that good."

I laugh, "Cocky much?"

"You have no room to talk, baby." I turn and see momma and feel my cheeks heat up.

I hear a chuckle and look back at the phone, "Hi Makena!"

"Hi Mrs. C! Alright, I have to get back to surfing Sawyer. Talk later?"

I smile, "Yeah, totally. Bye!"

She hangs up and I pocket my phone. "You're embarrassing, momma."

She shrugs, "It's my job as a momma."

I yawn. "Tired, baby?"

I nod, "When are we getting on the plane?"

She looks at her phone, "Like 30 minutes. It's an hour and a half flight."

"Okay." I pull on the sleeves of my compression shirt and put them in my mouth then turn my music on.

I see pretzels come into my view and smile while grabbing them, "Thanks momma."

I close my eyes, but soon after, feel something nudging me. I open my eyes and see Charlie poking me.

I pull off my earbuds and smile, "Hi Charlie."

"Sawyer! You sleep!" She says.

"Time for plane?" I look at momma who is holding her.

"Yeah, you ready?" She asks.

I nod, "Uh I think so. Charlie, wanna walk and sit with me?"

"Yeah!"

I grab Charlie's hand and we start walking to the plane.

She's climbing up the steps and I'm laughing at how long it's taking her.

"Baby, pick your sister up. We're holding up the line."

"Sawyer, I need help!" Charlie looks up at me, arms out.

"Okay, I gotcha." I laugh.

"Alex! Your kids are holding up the line!"

I smile and look at Lindsey, "I can walk slower, Horan!"

Momma puts a hand on my back, "Double time, baby!" She laughs.

We get on the plane and grab seats. "Number, Sawyer." I look at momma and sigh then shrug.

"Think, baby." I yawn, "Four?"

"Okay, you want some joint compression?"

I shake my head, "I'm 'kay."

The plane takes off and I find myself getting increasingly uncomfortable.