Megan's POV
We got to London, and Scar was fast asleep in the back,
'I'll get Scar,' I whispered to George as I stepped out of the car,
'I'll get the bags,' George said, walking to the boot of the car,
'Oh no no sir, let me,' this mexican employee smiled, taking the bags for George,
'Thank you,' George smiled, as I opened the door to get Scar. She looked so cute sleeping, her mouth slightly parted, her chubby cheek resting on the seat belt. I slowly unstrapped her, and carefully picked her up.
'Mama,' she stirred, moving slightly,
'Shhh go back to sleep sweetie,' I cooed, rubbing her back. Soon I could hear her delicate snores again as she rested her head on my shoulder, and nuzzled in my neck.
'I've got the room keys,' George whispered, as the car was driven off to be parked by the valet driver, ' let's go,' he said, taking my free hand. We walked into the lift, and George pressed the number '4' button.
'She must be really tired,' George said, softly moving a strand of her hair behind her ear,
'Yeh, I'm just gonna take a coat off, and she can sleep in her leggings and top,' I said, rubbing her back,
'She looks just like you,' George whispered,
'No she doesn't,' I said, shaking my head softly, not wanting to wake Scar up,
'She does, she's beautiful, just like you,' George whispered, moving forward and kissing my cheek, placing his hands on my hips. Soon the door binged open, and I stepped out,
'What room are we?' I asked,
'It's just over here,' George smiled, leading me to a door,
'This ones Scar's, and that one,' he said pointing to the one next door,' that one's ours,'
'I'll just put her to bed,' I whispered, unlocking the door and walking in. I placed Scar softly on the bed and took off her jacket,
'Mummy,' Scar mumbled,
'Shh honey go back to sleep ok,' I whispered, slowly removing her arms from the coat,
'Mummy where are we?' she asked, her eyes the tiniest bit open,
'We're in the hotel in London sweetie,' I softly said, picking her up and placing her further up the bed so her head was now on pillows,
'Mummy why am I in a room by myself,' she sobbed, as tears escaped her eyes. She was obviously tired, since she insisted on having her own room at home.
'Honey you're just tired sweetie just go to bed,' I said wiping away her tears, and kissing her forehead, ' if you need anything daddy and I are next door ok? There is even a door connecting our rooms if you want,' I said, tucking her in and giving her her teddy, she just nodded and turned over, falling into sleep.
I walked into our own room, where the bags had already been placed, and saw George sitting at a bed, looking at a magazine, looking quite pissed off to be honest.
'What's that?' I asked, pointing at the magazine,
'It's the magazine you're on the cover on,' he stated sourly,
'And?' I asked,
'You look sexy,' he said, as if it was a bad thing, (pic on the side)
'So?' I asked again,
'Maybe a little bit too sexy,' he snapped, throwing the magazine on the bed and putting his head in his hands,
'What's that supposed to mean?!' I burst, not shouting though...yet.
