Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 164

Ariana

Friday, 1:35 pm

"Just an hour left, Queen. You can do it." Justin says, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

"That's true, but then we have another flight to go on."

"But that one's not as long."

"Baby, I know you're trying to help, but I'm just gonna have to face the fact that this is going to be the worst day ever."

Justin rubs my stomach while I look at the window. About an hour or two into the flight, I started feeling sick. Justin said my forehead was warm and that I looked pale. I slept for about an hour, but I didn't eat anything for the whole time we had been on the plane. I really just wanted to get home to my bed and go to sleep.

Aviella had busied herself watching movies the whole flight, and Bella was being a baby, meaning she wasn't an angel, but she wasn't the devil either.

When we traveled to New York and Hawaii, she was the best baby anyone could ask for, but today, she was fussy and not cooperating. I think it was because Justin was holding her pretty much the whole time instead of me, but I most definitely could not pay attention to her and myself today.

Justin places his hand on my forehead for what feels like the 100th time today, but I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't want my wife to be sick on a plane either.

He sighs before grabbing my hand again.

2:37 pm

"I want some real food. I don't care if you are in first class, the food is still not right. To me, at least."

"It is food on a plane, Ariana." Justin says.

I laugh a little at that statement as we walk to Starbucks. I don't get any coffee, for once. I get tea for my throat that was starting to hurt, then we walk to the Chipotle that was near our gate.

I get a salad, Justin gets a burrito bowl, and Aviella gets a regular burrito.

"Mommy, it's okay. You'll feel better soon." Aviella says, reaching her hand up to pat my shoulder.

I swear that girl is bipolar. Literally five minutes ago she was crying about a cookie from Starbucks, but she's my bipolar princess, and she will always be my bipolar princess.

Once our food is done, we eat in the little Chipotle before walking to our gate. Real food made me feel a little better, but my throat was still hurting and Justin said he thought I had a fever. He said we would have to wait until we got home to determine the true diagnosis, like he was a doctor or something.

5:57 pm

The worst part about planes is the food, of course, but also the wait to takeoff and land. Especially with kids. And by kids I mean Aviella, because,  after all that air traveling we did, she was completely done with sitting still. She was literally on the verge of tears as we waited for the seatbelt sign to go off. She honestly needed a nap, because she hadn't slept except for this morning, and that's definitely not enough for her.

Because she wasn't cooperating, just like her sister earlier today, Justin had to carry her, meaning I had to hold Bella. I was already feeling weak so I wasn't exactly up to carrying a three and a half month old through an airport, but at least we could finally get her car seat and stroller back.

Once all of our luggage is in our possession, Bella is in her stroller, and Aviella is walking on her own two feet, we make our way out of the airport and to our car that had been parked at the airport for the nine days we were gone.

6:44 pm

"I am so happy to be back in this car." Justin says.

In this car, Aviella was whining to herself and Bella was fighting sleep because she was hungry.

"I just wanna go home." I mumble.

"I'll make sure to drive as fast as possible." Justin turns onto the highway and the ride home consists of only noises from the two cranky girls in the backseat.

7:13 pm

"Home! That's our house." I yell, getting out of the car.

I don't bother getting our luggage out. I just get Bella's car seat and the diaper bag. Aviella and Justin get everything else while I go to the porch with the keys.

With the dialer bag slung across my shoulder and Bella's car seat in my left hand, I unlock the door with my right hand and walk inside.

"Oh wow. Haven't been here in a while." I say to myself.

I walk to the living room and place the car seat and the diaper bag on the couch. Justin and Aviella walk in with the bags, Justin's the only one actually carrying anything important, and place them by the stairs.

"I wonder who's gonna have the pleasure of unpacking those." I say.

"Hmm, sounds like a fun job to me. I'm sure my wife would love to do that." Justin replies, causing me to laugh.

"I'm sure your wife would love to go to sleep. After feeding her beautiful baby, of course." I take Bella out of her car seat and walk to my beautiful bedroom.

"It's amazing in here! I'm never leaving."

That giant bed never looked so appealing. After I make myself comfortable, well at least as comfortable as you can get while breastfeeding, Justin comes in and lays next to me.

"Aviella's upstairs, knocked out. How do you feel, Queen?"

"Better, now that we're home. I don't think this sore throat is going anywhere anytime soon, though."

"I'm gonna get a thermometer and take your tempature, just to be sure."

"Mhmm." I him in response, watching him walk into the bathroom.

He returns with the thermometer to take my tempature, which I find extremely hilarious.

"Doctor Bieber. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" I ask.

"No, I don't think. Model Bieber does, though. I think I'll stick with that."

Both of us look at the thermometer when it beeps, and Justin looks more shocked then me.

"102.3. Somebody has a fever." Justin looks up at me and I shrug.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"So you knew that you had a fever?"

"Not really. Just that I felt really bad and tired and ready to go home."

"Sounds like someone with a fever to me."

"No it doesn't. Shut up." I laugh, stroking Bella's hair.

"You need rest. Sleep, and I'll make sure B doesn't choke or anything."

"Thanks, baby. I love you."

"Love you too, Queen."