After - A Delena Story

21 - Flying -

We step onto the plane and a flight attended greets us with a big, friendly smile.

She points us in the direction we need to go and we start walking down the aisle.

Once we're in the first class area we quickly find our seats and sit down.

"Oh my god, this is insane!" I shriek and Damon chuckles. "Didn't think you'd be so excited." He says.

"It's first class! I'm freaking out!" I exclaim a little too loudly.

"Okay, can you freak out a little quieter then?" He asks humorously. "Sorry." I whisper.

I get comfortable in my seat and look out the window.

The window seat is my favourite, I love looking out on the clouds.

All I can see right now is a couple other planes, lights, a bit of grass and a few people.

"I'm glad you're so excited."
I turn to Damon and he's smiling.

I smile back at him and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Are you excited?" I ask, this whole trip was supposed to be for him, to make him feel better, to clear his mind.

"Very." He mumbles and kisses my head.
I close my eyes and feel him rest his chin on top of my head, soon enough, I'm dozing off.

My eyes flutter open and I move my head slowly.
I see Damon fast asleep, his head thrown back.

I look to my right and see blue skies, and clouds that are incredibly close to us.

God I've missed flying, the last time I was on a plane, (that I could enjoy) I was going to Hawaii with my family and I was thirteen.

I love the whole experience, the airport, taking off, the plane journey, landing and of course the vacation.

"Hi." Damon whispers into my ear.
I spin my head around and look at him, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

"You scared me!" I scold him and smack his arm.
"Ow!" He shrieks but I can tell he's being sarcastic by the smirk not leaving his face.

"Excuse me." An unfamiliar voice says.
Damon turns from me and we're both looking at a flight attendant stood in the aisle.

"Sorry to bother you, I was wondering if I could get you anything?" The women asks with an overly friendly smile.

I'm about to tell her we're fine but Damon answers first, "Yes actually, can we get a bourbon on the rocks and a Shirley Temple."

The women nodded and walked away, down the aisle.

"Damon. I didn't want to burden her." I tell him and he chuckles.
"Elena. It's her job. And it's first class, we're supposed to enjoy ourselves."

He has a good point.
I'm in first class, I should be enjoying myself.

And after everything I've been through I deserve to treat myself.

"Okay." I sigh and Damon grins.
"What did you even get me?" I ask.

"A Shirley Temple." He smiles proudly and i scrunch my face.

"Don't make that face. I know you're the pickiest person ever and don't like Shirley Temples but trust me, you'll like this one." He assures me.

I trust his choice in drinks, after nearly two-hundred years he must've got an idea of what's good and bad.

Barely five minutes pass before the same flight attendant is back, holding our drinks.

"Here. I hope you enjoy." She says, placing our glasses on the tables in front of us and walking away.

Damon picks up his glass and takes a big gulp, meanwhile, I'm holding my glass under my nose and sniffing it.

"What even is it?" I ask, turning my head to him.
"Just drink it, Elena." He chuckles.

I take a tiny sip and oh my god.

"Oh my god." I mutter and take a much bigger sip.
"Good huh?" Damon asks cockily.

"Amazing. I still don't know what it is though." I say.
"Ginger ale, lemon juice, a splash of grenadine, ice cold lemonade and a cherry on top." Damon tells me.

"Sounds over the top. But tastes amazing." I tell him and he chuckles one again.

We sit back and relax, enjoying our drinks, Damon listens to me rave about all the things I want to do in Paris.

About an hour later they're serving dinner on the plane, I order all of this fancy food that I've never tried.

The only thing I recognise is the caviar. Yet I've still never tried it.

The food arrives and we start to eat.

I spit the food into a napkin and wipe my mouth,
"Oh my god. What was that?" I groan and Damon laughs.

"Caviar. Guessing you've never tried it?" He asks sarcastically.
"Might as well go and drink the ocean. God, that's disgusting!" I exclaim.

Damon's laughs get louder and soon he's in hysterics as I rant about the disgusting 'fancy' food.

I end up eating a bread roll and some butter for dinner. It was the only thing that tasted decent.

When we finish eating I'm exhausted again and want to go back to sleep.

Damon decides to watch a movie while I rest my head on his shoulder and sleep.

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"Elena." Damon's voice wakes me up.
I rub my eyes and look up at him.

"They said that we'll probably be descending in a few minutes." He tells me and I start to get excited.

"Ah! I can't wait!" I squeal and sit up.
"Someone woke up quickly." He laughs.

My grin just widens and doesn't disappear.

'All passengers, this is your captain speaking, we are beginning our descent, please fasten your seatbelts and stay seated, we should be landed in approximately ten minutes.'

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" I exclaim and Damon can't stop laughing at me.

"I've wanted to go to Paris since I was five!" I shriek.
"Well, I'm very glad I'm the one to finally take you." Damon smiles.

I can't help but lean over and give him a short but sweet peck on the lips, "Me too." I reply.

We quickly fasten our seatbelts and I sit back, letting myself think about everything we're going to do.

A short chapter but it was honestly just a filler of them on the plane, now they're finally in Paris and are going to have so much fun!

I'm also going to start making the baby the main plot line and Damon & Elena's POVS of the pregnancy journey.