Life as we know it~ Scirstie

Thirty-Five

Kirstie
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You know that Bing-Bong noise on planes? Apparently that can wake babies up.

He started wailing, and Scott immediately woke up and started bopping him.

I was still in my sleep induced haze, and I was so out of it. Joe eventually calmed down, and Scott cradled him for a while. I appreciated that.

I fell back asleep and dreamed....
Dream

"Scott?" I exclaim, trying to make sure my love could hear me.

It's all dark, and I'm curious where he is. I get up and walk, and see strange cites. I see Rainbow Row in Charleston, and Big Ben- in a 10 foot radius of eachother. I then see Obama and Trump highfiving, the Obama pushing Trump down a waterfall. I giggle to myself. This is weird.

I look up, and see Scott's smiling face, and Joe's to.

It makes me smile. I love my boys.

I wander through the dream some more, and look at what is has to offer. Not a lot, but enough.

I climb onto a cloud, and it takes me to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I look out, and see Paris. I look to my left, and Scott has a cane. To my right and I can see Joe and a girl.

"Geez" I mutter.

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Scott POV
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"Kirstie." I whisper, trying to wake her.

"Kirstie dear.. We are here." I mutter.

She flutters her eyes open, and stretches.

"Clouds and towers." She replies, and I laugh.

"I don't even know."

Everyone gets off the plane so slowly, and once Kirstie and I can get up to get our bags, some business man plows through and terrorizes the plane.

"Ugh people." I mutter.

I grab the suitcase, and Kirstie grabs the baby and her purse and diaper bag.

I put on my backpack, and we are out of there.

We walk down the terminal, and smile.

"I missed LA." Kirstie said.

"Me to."

We rent a car, and the second we get outside, we inhale.

"Dirty air." Kirstie says.

"Ah home." I laugh.

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