The Models and the Photographers

On the way

Ding! Ding!

Elsa groaned as she lifted her head and rubbed her eyes, she looked at the alarm clock and blinked slowly. Why did I set that think for so early, she thought as she drug herself out of her comfy warm bed. Elsa looked over at her sleeping spouse, sighing softly as she reached over nudging his arm.

"Jack, wake up..", she repeated till he slowly started rubbing his eyes. "We have to get ready for our flight."

Jack slowly came to life like his sweetheart had, rubbing his eyes and then sitting up slowly. Elsa made her way to the bathroom eventually, brushing her teeth then taming her icy white bed head. She smiled, admiring herself in the mirror, she turned to the side and looked at her stomach, her tank top clinging to the small bump that begun to show. She thought about how her and Jack would be holding their small bundle in a few months and sighed happily.

Jack got out of the warmth of the bed and then made his way to the dresser, digging out a clean shirt, pair of boxers, and some pants. He started undressing then changed into the clean clothes. Jack then walked over to Elsa's vanity mirror and ran a hand through his hair.

"That looks better," he said, "as if I could get better."

Elsa peered out of the bathroom and smirked, listening to him. "Really now?" She laughed softly.

"Yes really," He chuckled, walking over to the bathroom door and stepping inside the small room with her.  He gently placed his arms around her pulling her close to him. "Although I have gotten better since you have came along."

The white haired girl blushed a soft rosy color as she peered up at her boyfriend. She then gently placed an arm around his neck, moving to rest her head onto his chest. This was easy for her considering the height difference between the two snowy haired people. Jack glanced down at the young girl clinging to him, gently moving his hand to rest on her side and the beginning of the small bump. His mind quickly drug him back to when he had been knocked unconscious by the water. He could see the three snowy haired children running around the backyard once more.

The boy was quickly snapped out of his day dream as the door to their bedroom was shoved opened by a certain young lady with gingered hair.  "Elsa! You need to-" she had started to say as she peered over at the couple that were embracing each other. She then shyly whispered, "I'm sorry, I'll leave."

About thirty minutes later the expecting couple and their friends/family had set off to the airport. In the car Elsa was propped against the window, wearing a purple hoodie with a pair of joggers. She pretended to listen to her sister, who sat in the front, rambled off different things about pregnancy. Jack on the other hand had earbuds in, clearly trying his best not to listen to the hyperactive woman. After about an hour of driving Elsa slowly began to doze off, to which her partner had noticed. He slowly moved her to where she would be resting on his shoulder and not the window; because she had done hit her head on it a few times when the car had jolted.