With Me Through Troubled Times (With Me - book 2)

Chapter 30

2 MONTHS LATER (Near the end of May)

Normal POV

Today, we were going away on holiday and I couldn't be happier. Joe finished his football season a few days ago and had planned the entire holiday for us. We would spend the first week on our own wherever we were going then we'll fly to Barbados for a further weeks holiday, to meet the children who'd be flying there with Joe's parents.

I sat on the bed and put on my white Very Prive Christian Louboutin heels, which go with my white jeans that I put on earlier. I stood up and picked up my red Lanvin bag that had everything in it that I needed. I walked out the room and headed for the stairs.

As I walked down the stairs, I noticed that the front door was open and saw Joe putting our suitcases in the back of the waiting car.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I walked over to the front door and watched him closely. He was really looking forward to this holiday and I couldn't blame him. We weren't able to go on holiday for my birthday last year because I wasn't able to fly. Plus, so far this year, we've had a bad year. The only good thing to happen this year, has been the twins being born and that's about it.

I walked over to the car and stood by the back of it, watching Joe as he put everything into the boot. He stepped back after putting the last suitcase in the boot and looked at me.

“Just waiting on you,” I huffed as he closed the boot over.

“I've just got one thing to get from the house and I'm ready,” he breathed.

He gave me a quick kiss before running into the house. I watched him go into the house and shook my head. For once, it isn't me that's running late.

“Mrs. Hart,” the driver said, opening the door for me.

I turned round and smiled at him before getting in the back of the car.

Joe's POV

I ran up the stairs and into the master bedroom, walking straight into my walk-in wardrobe and over to a set of drawers that had all my watches stored in it. I opened the drawer and reached into the back of it, pulling out three different boxes. I sat each one on the floor so I could close the drawer back over before picking them up and walkimg out into the bedroom.

I walked over to the bed and put them in my carry-on bag. I kept the smallest box in my hand and opened it a smile appearing on my face before closing it back over and putting it in the bag. I zipped the bag up before carrying it out the room.

I walked down the stairs and out the house, closing the door over and locking it before I walked over to the car and got in the back next to Mia. The driver started the car and began to drive away to the airport.

“What's in the bag?” She asked.

“Only the things that I need,” I told her.

“Like what?”

“What have you got in your bag?”

“Things I... fair enough.”

I laughed before taking her hand in mine. I looked out the window and thoughts of the next few days came into my head. This was going to be a good holiday.

We arrived at the airport and paparazzi surrounded the car. Little did they know, and Mia, I had arranged for us to get a private jet to take us away on holiday. The car went round the building and stopped. Mia looked out the window and then looked at me.

“You got a private jet?” She asked in shock.

“Yes because since the accident back...” I started.