Come Back To Me ~ M.Garcia

twenty-four

Now boarding.

Destination Paris.

Lucia's leg bounced as she and Mickey sat in the waiting area.

Today was the day.

She was going to meet Mickey's family at the rehearsal dinner.

Mickey sat back, also washed over with anticipation.

Today was the day.

He was going to see his older brother again for the first time in years.

When Mickey received the invitation in the mail to the wedding, he was shocked.

It was the first time his brother had reached out to him in months.

But what shocked him the most was the bride's name on the invitation.

He felt like it would be best if he didn't show up.

But it would be wrong if he didn't.

There was no way he was going to make it through the wedding sober.

So he brought Lucia.

The one person who can keep his head on his shoulders.

"Mickey?"

He looks over at her.

"Are you sure they're going to like me?" She asks him with a worried look.

Mickey smiles at her.

"They'll love you,"

Lucia smiles slightly.

"I'm sure they'll ask you to be a part of the family to replace me," he jokes.

Lucia snickers.

Mickey picks up her hand and holds it close to his chest.

"I promise you, they'll like you. There's not one thing to not like about you. You're honestly perfect,"

Lucia rolls her eyes.

"No one is perfect,"

"To me you are and that's all that should matter,"

Lucia's heart melts at his words.

She leans her head on Mickey's shoulder.

"I love you," she says softly.

"I love you," He says before kissing her hand.

Mickey rests his head on hers as they await their flight to board.

He chews on the inside of his cheek while they do.

Of course, his family was going to love her.

But, it wasn't that he was worried about.

He was worried about Lucia finding out who the bride is.

He hadn't seen the bride in years as well.

Both of them not even bothering to reach out to one another.

"Does this mean you get to meet my family?" Lucia asks with her head still resting on Mickey's shoulder.

Mickey snorts.

"Of course it does. I'd love to meet your family,"

Lucia smiles.

"They're very accepting. And loud," she says.

"If they're anything like you then I know we will all get along," he says smiling.

"Flight 212 to Paris, France, now boarding," says an attendant over the speaker in the waiting area.