I was a nervous wreck. It was almost time for our flight and I just wanted to run home and hide under my sheets. As if he could sense my nervousness, Marcel squeezed my hand in reassurance. Marcel, Ayden, Harry and myself were all at the airport waiting for our flight. "The last time I was here with you was one of the most terrible days of my life." Marcel told me. I looked up at him and pressed my lips against his, "I know and I'm--" I was going to apologize, but he kissed me again. "Don't say you are sorry." I smiled as I turned to Ayden. He was playing a game on my phone. I was scared he would throw a temper tantrum while we had to wait, but surprisingly he was behaving good. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. Anybody want anything?" Harry asked us. I shook my head and so did Marcel. "Mommy, I wanna go!" Ayden exclaimed. "Come on, kid. I'll get you a muffin or something." Harry told him. I kissed Ayden's head, "Stay with Harry okay?" He nodded and Harry grabbed his hand as they made their way to get coffee. "Why is he being so nice this morning?" I asked Marcel. Harry was being extremely nice to everyone. He even helped me with my luggage. I almost died of shock. It was a totally different attitude than his normal snarky behavior. "Maybe he sees how nervous we are and doesn't want to contribute to it." Marcel suggested. "I guess. Does your mom know we are coming?" I asked him. "No. It'll be a surprise in more ways than one." He told me. That made me worry even more. When Harry and Ayden came back, Ayden's mouth was covered in chocolate. I cleaned him with some wet wipes after he finished eating. Then it was time for us to board our flight. I held Ayden's hand in one hand and my purse with the other. Ayden sat next to the window and I had Marcel on my right. Harry sat in front of us and was talking well flirting with one of the flight attendants. Marcel looked at him in disgust. I began to wonder why Marcel and Harry never get along. I noticed that they avoided each other back at home when possible. I wondered when would be the right time to ask him about this. I didn't want to pry into the past, but I was curious about it. Sooner than later, we arrived in Holmes Chapel. It was a nice town. I instantly fell in love with it as we stepped out of the airport. They had shuttle vans on access so we got into one of them and made our way to Marcel and Harry's house. I could see how happy Marcel was by being back. "This is a nice town." I told him as I looked out of the window. "Way smaller than London huh?" He chuckled. I nodded but I liked it. Thirty minutes later, we pulled into Marcel's moms house. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the van. Marcel got Ayden out as Harry helped the driver unload the luggage. Marcel grabbed my hand as we walked through the front door. "No matter what happens, I'm still madly in love with you." Marcel told me as he kissed he top of my head. I nodded and rang the doorbell. I felt my hands shake. I hid them in my coat pockets. The door opened and there she was. Anne.
