Bless the Broken Road.

Chapter Five

Walking through the airport, Taylor was getting very excited. She and Chris were walking through check-in when Chris asked, "So, how long has it been since you left?" Taylor sighed and thought a while. She had left aged seven so, "Uhm twenty years." Taylor finally admitted. Chris looked surprised as he put himself in her situation. The check-in lady smiled as she stamped Chris's old yet still valid passport when he got about three years prior. He was finally going on a plane, all he used his passport for was to gain ID when he drove into Canada for six months when both Taylor and him were in college. Taylor walked up the check-in lady and handed over her passport. "Hey you're Taylor Peterson. The writer." She smiled. Taylor smiled and replied, "Yeah. Though I've not written much since last year." The check-in lady laughed lightly then produced a book with a very familiar title. Dreamcatcher by Taylor Peterson. Taylor smiled and collected her passport. "I'm a huge fan of yours Miss Peterson. Mind if you sign my copy?" The check-in lady asked cautiously. Taylor nodded and borrowed her check-in pen and wrote in her curly writing, 'To the loveliest girl at LAX – may all your dreams come true. Lots of love from Taylor X'. The check-in lady smiled so wide, Taylor was worried she'd tear the sides of her mouth.

Once they got through all the usual checks they do at airports, Chris and Taylor walked around and found a couple of seats facing a large window which showed much of the tarmac and parked up planes. Chris sat down and removed his jacket. It was warm morning. Taylor sat down next him and started to read her book that she was saving for the flight. Resting her head on his shoulder once again, as she read, she had no idea that people were starting to acknowledge the famous author. Chris sat there with Taylor and sighed. Lightly resting his head to the side of hers, there was soon a light murmur in the large hall. Taylor sat up once she, too, started hearing the murmurs. Chris looked at Taylor affectionately and smiled. She was wearing three-quarter length light blue jeans, a white shirt and black pumps. Her hair was in a messy bun. She looked like an angel. Chris was wearing a striped shirt, jeans and adidas sneakers. Casual and simple. Just the way he liked it. Just then, Taylor stood up and walked away from him. Taylor walked towards the window and stared out. Chris exhaled and stood up too. He walked up towards Taylor and rested his chin on her shoulder. He was worried about her. "What's wrong Taylor? Having second thoughts?" he whispered. Taylor sighed and slowly nodded. "I haven't been home for twenty years. What if I don't fit in?" she said sadly. Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and told her to stop worrying.

About half an hour later, they were on the plane getting ready for take off. Chris was very nervous. Taylor noticed this and held his hand. She gave him a reassuring squeeze. The plane shook as it was roaring down the runway then it stopped. They were in the air. Taylor let go of Chris's hand and turned to look out the window. She nestled down in her seat and smiled to herself. She was going home. Back to Tennessee.