Barely Breathing

chapter 39

“I want to go home and find a doctor so that we can find out for sure before we go making any commitments,” I said. He sat there nodding.

“Sounds like a good idea, lets get packing. What time do we need to leave for the airport?” Reece asked. 

“We need to leave at 4pm at the latest. The flight is at 7pm and it takes a while to get there” I looked at the clock on our bedside table. “Ok it’s 11am now, so yeah lets pack and maybe order something to eat?” 

“Are you up for anything to eat? I don’t want you getting sick again…” he trailed off. Awww he was so cute when he was worrying about me. 

“I’ll be fine. I’m just going to order a sandwich or something,” I said. 

“Alright well let’s get started,” he said as he got up. He pulled me with him and I put my arms around his neck. “Besides, with all of the extra clothes that both you and I now own, it’s going to take us the full 5 hours to pack!” he said. He gave me a quick peck and went to grab the suitcases.

It hit 3pm and our bags were fiiaaannnaaalllllyyyyy all packed. We had eaten as well, only sandwiches though. I’m assuming that he had one to show his support for our current situation. I was sitting on the last suitcase we had as Reece did up the zipper, we had so much stuff packed into it that me sitting on it was the only way to shut it. I was laughing the entire time because I actually couldn’t believe that I was sitting on the damn suitcase. He managed to close it with a grunt. 

“Ughh there we go,” he said rocking back so he was sitting on his knees. 

“Aww well done babe” I said. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now if you don’t mind, I am going to have a shower and get ready for the flight. We have less than an hour for both of us to be ready,” I said. I got up and grabbed the pile of stuff next to Reece’s pile that I left on the bed. 

I got in the shower, washed my hair and shaved my legs. I was probably in there for too long considering that Reece started banging on the door. Stupid impatient boy. I was taking forever because I was trying to think about my options. If the test was faulty and it turns out that I wasn’t pregnant, I was going on the fucking pill. But if it was true and I was really pregnant would I be able to live with myself if I “took care of it”? Or would I trust that Reece and I were strong enough to be able to handle it? I was no closer to making a decision as I blow-dried my hair. Reece started knocking on the door yelling, “Are you ok sweetheart?” “Babe! Are you ok?” “Have you been sick again?” so I quickly did my makeup and grabbed the rest of my things to put in the carry on bag I had that I still had room in. 

I walked out of the bathroom ready to gohttp://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=68187707only to see we had 20 minutes before we had to. Whoops. Reece bolted in and I heard the shower running immediately. It would take him 15 of those 20 minutes to finish his hair. A little while later he came out looking pretty good, plain black jeans with a few rips (standard), plain white t-shirt, white Nikes and his leather jacket. I got a phone call from the lobby downstairs telling me they were sending someone up to collect our bags as our car was due any minute. Within a few minutes there was a staff member at our door, he grabbed our bags and took them downstairs. We did a final check to make sure we didn’t forget anything and when we were confident there was nothing left we walked hand in hand to the elevator.

After what seemed like a 3 hour-long car trip, we were finally at the airport. We checked in our bags as well as ourselves and went to wait for the plane. Waiting is so fucking boring…even more so when you NEED to get home. I needed to see a fucking doctor! When they finally called our flight, we got on the plane and waited for take off. The whole flight Reece was cuddling me. If we weren’t cuddling, we were holding hands…never parted. We were always connected at some point of our bodies, I was so grateful for that. I don’t think I could have lasted the stupidly long fight if I didn’t have him, knowing that he was there for me…for us. We didn’t speak much, we didn’t have to. I just liked having him there. Every now and then though, he would lean over and whisper something like “I love you”, “we can do this”, “try to not to worry”, “We’ll find a doctor as soon as we get home”. Thank fuck I had him.