Here We Are

Chapter Two

   I stood outside the Sydney Airport, the early August air blowing into my face. It was the end of the Australian winter, and I could smell the change in the air. As I was heralding the kids into a cab, Adam and the Cabbie loaded our many bags into the trunk, including two guitars, a cello, a large duffel bag that the kids shared, a large rolling bag for myself, and a large rolling bag for Adam. Adam's management company had payed for the trip down here, seeing as it was a business trip, and the only thing we had to pay for was the kids' tickets, seeing as we could have hired a sitter for them. But originally, this was a vacation, so we weren't leaving them. The only difference was that Adam would play a show every other night, to a small crowd of a bout 5,000. I squished in with the kids in the back, who were sharing the middle seat, and Adam climbed in on the other side. There was still a small amount of tension between us, a tension that had never been there before. Most of the past month, Adam had slept on the couch downstairs, then headed off to the job at the music store he had scored by way of a friend. He didn't come home until late, almost 8:00, preferring to eat dinner by himself and avoid contact of any form. Each night, I spent nearly two hours in the kitchen, in hopes that Adam would come home early, but he never did. Maybe this vacation would mend what had been broken. Or maybe it wouldn't. You never knew, did you? As Adam directed the taxi driver to the hotel, which was supposedly the best in Sydney, I engaged in a game with the kids, I Spy. As always, Daniel won, his keen little blue eyes, which we had no idea where they came from, always bailed him out. The game ended just as we pulled into the parking lot of the elegant building, it's walls curving and sloping in what looked like waves. As we grabbed the luggage, Adam paid the driver, while Daniel and Katy attempted to wheel Adam's massive bag inside. I sighed, putting the cello on my back like a pack, Adam's guitar's landing a spot on his left shoulder, the kids' duffel on his other shoulder. The final two bags made their way to me, and we walked inside, the kids all energetic and rushing ahead of us and back, excited to finally be at the destination. The lobby was gorgeous, big open, and airy. The receptionist's desk sat in the center of the large room, and to the back, it opened up onto a white sand beach, meticulously clean. To the right, an imitation of a rainforest was visible, birdcalls and animal noises sounding in the back of my mind. And to the left was a carpeted hallway, supposedly to the rooms. I walked with Adam to one of the desks, a hand on each of the kids' head. As Adam gave his name, the receptionist's, who's name was Cassidy, eyebrows rose, and a level of respect reached her gold toned eyes.

     "Mr. and Mrs. Wilde, we're so happy to welcome you to The Final Destination. You're room is on the top floor, our Celebrity Suite. We hope your stay is enjoyable as well as memorable, and I have a note here to tell you that every meal is on Angie?" Adam nodded, and slid the two golden keycards toward himself, handing me one with a sharp movement. I grabbed it, tucking it into my back pocket, then hustling the kids to the elevators while Adam stayed to talk. As I looked back, I saw him smile at the girl, something he hadn't done in weeks. My eyes narrowed involuntarily, and I closed the elevator door without waiting for him. 

     The room was amazing, with a king sized bed dominating the middle of the main room,  and two full sized beds in a room off the main one. There were only two rooms on the entire top floor, which meant that this room was half of a floor. The bathroom was incredible, with polished silver faucets and handles everywhere. A music studio was even in the suite, which was impressive, seeing as this was a hotel. Nearly 20 minutes after I walked in with the kids, Adam came in, glaring as usual. He went straight to the balcony, not even stopping to talk to me. He's so stubborn, it's not good for him.

      "Adam," I started, joining him in the cooling air. The sunset over the ocean was gorgeous, the yellow orb shooting strands of light in every direction, as if making a statement that it would return tomorrow. "Why did you smile to that receptionist, when you haven't smiled to your freaking wife in weeks? You do realize she's half your age?" My tone was neutral, calm, but I really wanted to yell at him. Really, really wanted to yell at him. He turned to me, and a new look was in his eyes. One I had never seen before. He was bored. Adam had never been bored before. My brow twisted in confusion, and he spoke, tone flat and emotionless.