Five Against One (18+)

CHAPTER 32

MAEVE ROGERS
I walked in disbelief inside the airport, wiping my lips harshly so his lips won't be on mine anymore, they were in my head.

"Hey umm, can I have a ticket to Spain", the lady at the desk smiled at me politely, typing her computer, "oh, to Madrid", I added that, she's way more nicer then the other woman the last time.

"There's a flight in... five hours without a stop, or there's a flight in two hours with a stop in France for an hour then to Madrid".

"No, the flight in five hours is okay", I handed her the amount of money needed, and she handed me the ticket, "have a good flight".

"Thank you", I took everything I needed from her, showing her my passport or whatever, and walking towards all the checking and shit, then going to the local phone.

"Dr. Rogers speaking, how can I help you", I stayed silent, a smile appearing on my face, "dad"
"Maeve, are you okay, baby, what-".

"Th-they said they let me go dad", I sniffled, chuckling, "for real this time dad, I-I bought a ticket to Spain".

The line was silent, he was probably speechless, "dad?".

"You-, for real this time?!, oh my god, we're gonna celebrate, we're gonna go back to Canada, and, I'm so happy darling, you have no idea", I chuckled to myself, so am I, dad, so am I.

"When is your flight, I'll tell Emilio".

"In about four and a half hours, I don't think I'm rushing anything".

"Oh, no darling, it's okay, take your time, we're waiting patiently for you, finally, I'll take your wisdom teeth out", I smiled, of course that's what he thinks about, "yeah, cause that's what's important at the moment".

"Of course it is, have you seen those guys, they are just waiting for the moment I'll take them out".

"Okay, dad, I'lI talk to you about an hour before I'll get on my flight, okay?", I can't believe I'm finally gonna be with him, "okay baby, I love you so so much, stay safe".

"I love you more dad", before he could protest, I hung up, finding myself a corner, sitting there, buying a book, some snacks and a sandwich, waiting for my flight.

An hour before I called my dad again, talking with him for a little while to pass time and tell him I'm going to get on my flight soon.

I went to my gate a couple minutes before the flight, getting on the plane, too excited, "Bella?", I turned around towards, Mateo?, the guy who gave me a ride the last time, both of his kids there, and another man, "oh, hi!".

Why now?!.

"You're going to Madrid?".

"Oh, yeah, I have a family there", I hummed, picking up his kid, who was pulling at his pants, "this is my husband, Oliver, this is the girl I told you about, the one who I gave a ride to".

I smiled, giving him a wave, stepping through the line, "so what about you guys", I asked in order to finish the conversation soon, and to be polite, "Oliver has a business trip, and we decided to go as a family, I will be with the kids most of the time, and we'll do some things as family as well", I hummed, nodding.

"Maybe we should meet up sometime", oh shit, "oh, I'm sorry, I don't know if I could, I may be going to", improvise, "to Los Angeles afterward", he nodded, walking in the line, "well, it was nice seeing you", I smiled softly, "you too".

This man helped me in the middle of a fucking road, I owe him big time.

I went on the plane, I did not send my bag, simply because it was a duffel bag, placing it on those cabinets above the seats.