chapter 20:
rose is so happy.
"i'll get you pearl earrings" says adam as they wait in line for the airport's check in.
"will you?" replies rose, excitedly.
he loves excited rose.
he loves her.
"I want pearl earrings along with a pearl necklace after I have children" she declares. "I mean, after I give birth to my 3 or 4 babies, I want-"
adam laughs and tugs her closer to his side when her skin flushes. "don't worry, I'll get it for you."
adam's heart was content when she showed him where she hung their plane tickets.
she hung it on the fridge.
rose also put the beatles for him to relax before they came to the airport.
"you need to relax before we leave to the airport. don't want you to be in a sour mood, that's all" she said.
'the airport is too cold for her' adam thinks, once they enter the packed airport.
he knows she'll get sleepy in a matter of time.
"sleep, love. I'll deal with the rest" he tells her.
"no, I'm alright" but the yawn at the end betrays her.
rose, in general wasn't a stubborn person.
she just likes to do things for him.
he sighs in contentment when he hears her soft slow breaths.
he lays his head on top of hers that's resting on his shoulder.
rose wakes up and finds his eyes closed.
she finds that there is one more hour before the gates open.
she thinks to herself, 'I'm lucky to have him, the man who thinks of me when he comes across beautiful objects and is able to provide me with the beautiful objects i resemble.'
she kisses his hand, his cheek, then his neck before the profound scent of coffee finds her.
she gets up to get some.
"can you add whipped cream to the cappuccino?" she asks the lady, because she loves how he gets whipped cream on her nose every time he drinks his cappuccino.
the scent of their drinks causes adam's eyes to open.
"I got you coffee, sweet boy."
he takes the hot cup from her hand. "thank you, love."
and as soon as rose places her strand of hair behind her ear, she feels something wet on her nose,
"hey!" pouts rose.
"silly girl, you need to be more careful next time."
as rose tries to sleep during the flight, adam admires her.
"can't sleep?" adam asks her, with a yawn.
"can't" sighs rose.
"why not, precious?" he asks.
rose explains to adam, "all my plane memories are not that fond, to be honest." she looks out the window.
"my father was always angry and stressed when we used to go to the airport. he made me hate airports."
"but not tonight." she takes adam's hand. "tonight, I have fallen in love with airports all over again."
"it's so cold!" says adam, rubbing his hands together. "but it's beautiful!" speaks rose as she takes her gloves off.
