Forever Mine {BOOK 4}

Chapter Five

    I remember I had woke up off and through the flight. I recall hearing distant chatter, the shuddering of the plane as we flew. Christopher kept the window shade down, it's bad enough he has problems with motion sickness. I had woke up another time to go pee, and of course we were in the hour of only five hours, and I remember feeling so exhausted and tired still. I put the headphones back on and returned to the movie that was playing on the screen. It was Almost Famous.

     I guess it's safe to say that I had watched the movie, at least for a little bit. But I saw Christopher asleep next to me, and he looked so peaceful in his sleep. But I noticed as he was asleep he had mumbled my dad's name. It was almost incoherent. But I knew what he said. But I had to wonder what was going on. What was he dreaming about? What's going on in his head when he's asleep? I couldn't turn away from him. My mind thought it now and I wish I knew if it was a good thing or bad thing.

     I had not done too much thinking. I had watched the movie, and the next thing I know is I'm yawning back to sleep as the aisles were dark. And I stayed asleep in my seat for what felt like years. I was sore, but I kept waking up and falling asleep. And then of course, I had seen Christopher just passed out.

     He always looked so beautiful when he was asleep. And I could stare looking at him for hours. But in this case, I was unable to because of how tired I became again that I too, passed out next to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

     The hours were passing by as we flew in the plane through the night. There were a few announcements made. But I ignored them. And I know as it was seven in the morning we flew in the early dawn and sunrise in the sky. I had lied there still, but of course, as nine AM rolled around, I was up, and I had some good sleep. And just then, I woke up to Christopher who was reading a magazine about journey to a foreign country. I couldn't help but laugh at it.

     "Good morning." He looked my way, and he gazed back into his magazine.

    "Bonjour." I sat up, and I still felt a little groggily, but I was up, so I got my yawns out of the way.

   "Ah, you're speaking French now, Mrs. Greyson. How hot is that?" He winked at me, and I bit my lip, loving how it sounds when he calls me Mrs. Greyson.

   "It's much hotter when you call me Mrs. Greyson." I replied, and it got his attention fully.

     He brought his hand to my cheek and he started to stroke me gently. I sighed.

   "My lovely wife. Mrs. Greyson." He purred, his voice sounding low, soft, and hot with a hint of sincerity that I could literally not hold back how I feel towards him every time he calls me that.

   "My amazing husband. Mr. Greyson." I whispered.

     The plane was still moving. And I definitely needed to pee or at least eat something since it's like eight in the morning. But I need to get used to the time difference. After all, France is nine hours ahead of California.

   "I'm literally so hungry. I think I slept a good amount of hours." I sighed out, and of course, Christopher had grabbed my hand in his.

   "Yeah, me too." He nodded.

      My mind wrapped around to me when I woke up and heard him say my dad's name in his sleep. It was crossed in my mind. And I absolutely wondered what it was all about. A part of me feared that he was having a nightmare. And that is something I don't want him suffering from. I stared, thinking about it real hard and then a frown came on my face, because I couldn't figure it out.

    "Christopher, can I ask you something?" I brought up, even though I feel dumb asking this.

  "Yeah, sure." He smiled.