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

Chapter 43

I sat in my seat on the jet just watching Joe with Odette. He didn't want her to wake up and be sat alone, so he sat with her. It was a sweet moment between father and daughter and one I couldn't help but stare at.

We'd been on the jet now for almost four hours and already, I can tell that Connor was getting bored. He sat across from me with the laptop on the table.

"Stupid laptop! Work!" He shouts at the laptop.

"Connor, calm down." I heard Joe say from where he sat with Odette.

"Why? It won't work!" He responds, sitting back in his seat with his arms folded.

"Yelling at it won't help," Matthew tells him, walking back over to sit next to me.

"Oh and how would you know?" He asks Matthew.

"You're on a jet, it's pretty obvious the signal won't be as good as it is on land." He relies.

"Shut your mouth," Connor growls before getting up and walking away.

"Connor, get back here." I demand, turning round to look at him.

"No!" He shouts, before slamming a door closed at the back of the jet.

I turn back round and look at Joe who was looking back at me.

"You okay?" He mouths.

I nod before pulling the laptop round to me and shutting it down before putting it away in my bag. I settle back in my seat and slowly drift off to sleep. Damn long ass flights are a real bore.

"Mia, you need to get up to change jets." I hear Joe whisper some time later.

I open my eyes and look at Joe kneeling down next to me. I smile at him before stretching out, my body slightly aching from my sleeping position on the leather chair. He takes my hand in his and helps me to my feet, picking up my bag as we walks off the jet to change to another one.

As we get to the bottom, I see the children running up the stairs of the other private jet that was waiting on us across the tarmac.

"Joe, I don't feel so good." I mutter as we got halfway across the tarmac.

He stops and turns to face me. "Why? What is it?"

"I just feel sick. I don't...I feel dizzy," I try to voice as he picks me up in his arms with no further explain action needed. "Joe, I can walk."

"I'm not going to let you walk when you feel sick," he tells me, walking towards the other jet.

I give up trying to reason with him, so I clasp my arms round his neck as he takes me towards the jet.

Joe's POV

I walk onto the jet carrying Mia and walk straight past the children, heading towards the bedroom that was at the back of the plane. I push the door open with my back and walk into the room and head over to the bed. I lay Mia down on it and put her bag on the floor next to the bed.

"Just rest and I'll go bring you a glass of water when we're in the air," I tell her before walking out the room.

I close the door over and look down at the children as they stand next to me, eyes fixed on closed the door.

"What's wrong with mum?" Odette asks.

"She's not feeling too well right now," I inform , ushering them back to their seats.

"Why? What's wrong with her?" Connor asks, sitting down in his seat.

"Oh, so now you care?" Matthew snaps, sitting across from him.

"What's your problem?" Connor asks him.

"You are! You always make mum and dad feel bad. You don't care about anyone other than yourself and your precious football!" Matthew shouts at him.

"Wow," I heard Odette breathe as she sits watching her brothers argue.

"Guys, enough." I groan, sitting down across from Odette and looking at the boys.

"Are you going to let him speak to me like that?" Connor asks me.

"I am actually because it's true. The attitude you have towards your mum and I, mainly her, is disrespectful! You should be grateful to what you have in life because your mum and I have had to work hard to get where we are in our lives. Stop acting like you're the big guns and start treating us with some respect or you'll find yourself with no luxuries as the rest of us have." I tell him.

I sit back in my seat and look out the window. I hope this flight is over and done with soon!