Still Undecided

Honeymoon

Arianne POV: The wedding night and reception came and went. I know you're supposed to remember that night forever but for me it was just a blur. Chalk it up to my nerves, I guess. Mackenzie and I said goodbye to our wedding party and guests that had come to join us in our special day. He picked me up and carried me outside to  his Cadillac, which the guys had spray painted "JUST MARRIED" onto the rear windshield. We drove to the home we had been living in together for the last year and fell asleep almost instantly after our heads hit the pillow. The next morning would be the beginning of our week long honeymoon.

Mackenzie woke me up at 4:30 AM and told me to stir around and be ready by 5:00, because our plane was leaving at 6:00 and the instructions on our tickets had told him to be at the airport at least an hour before our scheduled departure. Mackenzie had planned our honeymoon all by himself, even though I had protested against it over and over. He wouldn't tell me anything except the time we were supposed to board our flight. He insisted he was going to give me a honeymoon I could never forget. I just hoped that meant in a good way. He was never good with planning things and that made me super nervous.

We arrived at LAX and Mackenzie paid the parking toll. I hoped he hadn't dug into our honeymoon fund to pay for a damn parking fee. The guy in the toll booth directed us to a designated parking spot so Mackenzie followed his order and parked in a spot where a sign read "LONG TERM PARKING" in bold blue lettering. We got out of the car, grabbed our bags, which Mackenzie had insisted on packing for the both of us, and headed to the automatic door entrance.

The airport was filled with people, some saying goodbye to their loved ones, some saying hello. I wondered what everyone's story was and if any of them were a newlywed couple like us. My eyes met a young black guy with army fatigues on. He was talking to a petite light skinned girl with curly hair and both of them had tears in their eyes. I wondered if he was deploying overseas somewhere and if she would ever see him again. Mackenzie and I had a weird lifestyle, what with him being a famous singer and all, but I couldn't imagine being an army wife. At least when Mackenzie was away from home, I knew what he was doing and where he was at all times. I could call him anytime I wanted and vice versa. That couple didn't have the same luxury. I was grateful.

We boarded the plane and Mackenzie still wouldn't tell me where we were headed. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to flight #38632, destination Paris" a female voice said over the intercom. Paris?! We were going to Paris?! I thought that only happened in movies, not to real people. I had dreamed about going to Paris since I was a little girl but I didn't figure it would ever amount to anything more than just that. A dream. Was I dreaming? Had I fallen asleep somewhere and was just dreaming about my deepest fantasies? I was beginning to think that was the case when a little kid in the seat behind me kicked the back of mine. Nope, this is definitely real. How had Mackenzie pulled this off? I didn't know and at this moment, I didn't really care. I just wanted to enjoy it. And then we took off. We were 25000 ft high in the sky on our way to Paris.