You are my mums (a Lucy Bronze fanfic) - Book 2

Chapter 7 - Trust

A/N - happy one year anniversary of 'You Can't Be My Mum' and my writing journey! Thank u for all the support, especially if you've been there since the very beginning. 

Also, did you find my book at the start or did you begin reading another time?

Rosie's POV:

"Rosie? Baby? Wake up", Lucy's voice filled my head as I was shaken awake. My eyes shot open and my mum's concerned face came into view, "I'm sorry darling but there's going to be some turbulence so you need to put your seatbelt on". She examined me for a bit, staring at my face caringly until she finally got enough courage to ask, "you okay?". I sat up and connected the two pieces of the seatbelt together, pushing loose strands of hair out my face, "yeah, it's a bit hot isn't it?". An uncomfortable feeling of heat, claustrophobia and sweat surrounded me while I tried to act as normal as I could. Lucy picked up a bottle of water and passed it to me, "not really, no...are you sure you're feeling alright? You might have caught what Keira had". Shaking my head, trying to convince both myself and her I'm okay, I told her, "I'm fine".

Flying through the white clouds above France wasn't as calm as we had hoped. Sudden, violent movements shook the miniscule plane as the contents of it were thrown about randomly. One clearly distraught baby began to cry and wail incessantly. The gnawing irritation of a child kicking the back of my seat, clearly frustrated with having to be seated. Shutting my eyes tightly in an attempt to block out everything, I pushed the cheap and rock-hard pillow aside. Everything about the flight was overwhelming. The only positive aspect about it was that I had been awoken from my extremely disturbing slumber. 

Lucy interlocked my fingers with hers, clearly sensing my distress. Over time, my fear of planes had almost disappeared. I had become used to boarding private planes with the team and jetting off somewhere calmly. Now I had experienced turbulence, I was sure that my fear would go back to how it was before. Just as things were beginning to become better, everything changed for the worst. Why's life like that? As soon as you get a taste of something nice, it's ripped from you.

My mum's warm hand contrasted with my pale, cold one. But somehow, it gave me a feeling of safety and security. While the plane continued to drop and shift uncomfortably, Lucy pointed out light-heartedly, "no need to hold on so tight, I'm not going anywhere". Her words - meant as a joke - hit somewhere deep in my body. I opened my eyes cautiously, looked at her calm expression and leant my head on her shoulder. 

Of course I knew that she would never leave me, but my nightmares recently have been feeling so real. We had reached a level of trust between us where I now knew she would never ever leave me no matter what happened. I wasn't sure why my brain was suddenly trying to trick me into believing her and Keira would abandon me. Was it foreshadowing future events? Or was it simply just my brain making things up?

More agonising drops and a few high-pitched screams from passengers later, and we were finally through the worst of it. A beach in Barcelona came into view as I stared out of the window and gladly saw land. Light humming filled the cabin and the engines whirred, preparing for descent. The illuminous green seatbelt sign remained lit as the Captain's voice told us, "We're about to begin landing and will arrive at Barcelona Airport in about 15 minutes". 

Unlike 10 minutes prior, the plane smoothly, gracefully flew through the air like a swallow. The occasional sudden decrease in altitude caused my stomach to twist and turn, but I knew I would be safe shortly. Buildings and cars enlarged, becoming recognisable as what they were. Rapidly swooping towards the runway, I marvelled at the scenery out of the window. Being still fairly high up in the sky, I could see across the vast, busy city. The city I now called my home.

Thankfully, the time spent in the airport was un-eventful and quick. The queues had died down and the air-conditioned building felt empty compared to previous hectic times I've been there. There were no issues with security so we glided through the lines, anticipated to be back in our own house again. Being at the Ballon d'Or awards was definitely in my top 10 list of incredible experiences I had luckily been to. Lucy took her jumper off and swung it round her shoulders before turning to me and asking, "ready to go home?". I grinned up at her face, already covered in sunglasses, "yep".