Hey guys! I'm so sorry that updates have been sparse as of late. This is a rewrite of chapter 10. A small bit of this may seem familiar but it's been rewritten and added to so that it's much longer. Thank you so much for reading this story and I hope you enjoy. I hope to update more frequently. Thanks for hanging in there with me. XOXO - Olivia
Part Ten-
The hustle and bustle of the airport is making my nervousness even more prominent. Mom is gently running her fingers through my hair, the exact thing that calmed me as a child. It's the day that I go home. There are weddings to be planned and I am the one to plan them. Dad tells me that me that my job is the cause of the divorce rate in California. "If you didn't help these people get married," he'd say, "Then they couldn't get divorced."
My mom is smiling at me and my dad is trying not to stare at me too hard. There are tears beginning to form behind his eyes and he's blinking desperately so they don't fall. I whimper and hug my mother. I don't want to leave.
"It will be okay, sweet girl." She whispers in my ear and I nod. Flying has me anxious but the fact that Tom isn't here yet has me even more nervous. I will not leave without saying goodbye to him. Even if that means missing my flight and being stuck here for a bit longer. That doesn't sound so bad, actually. He dropped me off at my parent's house this morning so that I could pack my things and told me he had some meetings to go to. I swallow the lump in my throat and pray that somehow this trip will be thwarted, at least until he gets here. My eyes scan the crowd and I see him. He is a head above everyone else, and running towards me at full speed. A relief floods my body and I feel weak. My mom gives me a little nudge. "Go see your man."
"I'm late." He groans. I step away from my mom and right into his arms. He holds me tight, his nose buried in my hair. He is breathing roughly from the run to get to me.
I look up at him and smile, pushing his hair back and tracing my finger down his jaw. "It's okay. You're here."
"I'm so sorry, Lennon." He apologizes and I shake my head.
"I never would've left without seeing you."
My father coughs and we both are pulled from our own little world and look in his direction.
"Going somewhere son?" My dad asks and it's only then that I notice the luggage he's pulling behind him. He smiles shyly and looks down at me. "I thought I'd take a trip to California."
My mother giggles and pokes my dad in the ribs. He rolls his eyes but smiles and pulls her to his side.
"You're coming with me?" I ask. I'm holding myself back from barreling into his arms and hugging him until I die.
"Where else would I go?"
I'm jumping up and down now and kissing his face. He laughs and picks me up, spinning me around before he sits me down on the ground.
"Let me go get checked in. I'll be right back." His eyes are on me as he backs away, slowly releasing my hand from his grip.
"Sweet Lord. She'll be married by this time next year." My dad complains. I laugh and wipe the tears from my eyes. I hug my dad and lean my head on his shoulder, his protectiveness makes me feel like a little girl again.
"Tom is just being a supportive boyfriend." I tell him.
Mom laughs and shakes her head, putting her hand against my cheek. "Oh sweet, innocent Lennon. Do you know who you two remind me of?"
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of." My dad sighs.
"What?" I ask confused. "Who?"
"You two are just like your father and I when we were young."
