Redemption

Chapter Twenty-Four

Song: Electric Love-BØRNS

I was packing for our trip to Elliot's mother's, which happened to be a long trip. His family lived in Seattle and Elliot and I both knew that it wouldn't work out for us to drive, no matter how much he loved it. So we booked a flight and it was now only six hours. I never had much of a problem with flying, I've always enjoyed it. But Elliot, he seemed to be nervous. He tried to talk me into letting him drive, saying he had made the drive when he moved here. I didn't give in, though. He was going to have to get over his hesitance on flying. Sure, he managed to fly for work, but he still hated it nonetheless.

    Instead of being nervous about the flight, I was terrified of meeting his family. I had no idea what they were like and I didn't know if they would even like me. Elliot swore up and down that they would, but he was forced to say that. He didn't truly know no matter how much he tried to convince me that he did. So, my stomach was filled with nervous butterflies as I finished packing a suitcase. Elliot would be home any minute and I wasn't in the mood to get another lecture from him.

    I zipped up my suitcase and huffed, wiping the sweat that was making it's way down my face.

    "I've got you under my skin. I have got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me. And I've got you under my skin." I felt him press his body to my back and he swayed us back and forth. I smiled and leaned my head back against his shoulder. He spun me around and held me in his arms as he sung in my ear, moving us around the carpeted bedroom. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of having him so close. I was never going to get used to it.

    "You're as smooth as Frank Sinatra was," I joked, looking into his green eyes. He pressed a kiss to my nose as his hands lowered. I swatted and pushed him away, laughing. "So naughty, Mr. Ford."

    "Absolutely," He rested his head on my shoulder as I tossed my bag to the top of the bed. "You packed fast." Little did he know, it took me two days but I wasn't telling him that.

    "Mhm. Are you packed, mister?" I looked up at him, my eyebrows lifted.

    He huffed, "No. But it'll take me five minutes." He fell back on the bed, his palms covering his eyes.

    "Headache?" I asked and he nodded. "Ibuprofen is in the medicine cabinet. I'm not dealing with a cranky boyfriend on a plane."

    "Yes, ma'am. Someone is very demanding today." He jumped up and smacked my butt before making his way to the bathroom. I shook my head at him and grabbed my flight clothes. Although his mother was picking us up from the airport, I knew I had to be comfortable for the flight. I wanted to make a good first impression, but I wasn't going to make it through the flight if I was wearing a dress.

    "Do you know where my sweatpants are?" Elliot asked. He grabbed his bag and tossed it next to mine on the bed.

    "In the living room. I washed them this morning because someone left them on the floor after the kitchen incident."

    "Ooh, let's do it again. It reminded me of how flexible you are." He kissed my neck and rushed away before I could hit him with the shirt in my hands.

    "I'm not flexible!"

    "Oh, yes you are!"

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    I groaned as I turned my alarm off and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Elliot rolled over next to me, pulling me closer to him. "Five more minutes."

    "That means fifteen for you. We can't, we'll miss our flight." I kissed him quickly and climbed out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, hoping Elliot didn't fall back asleep. He had a habit of that, especially when we had plans. The man could sleep, we both could. But I was becoming better about waking up. I still needed coffee to get me through the day, though, that was for sure.