Packing Up for Glasgow

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On Sunday, you pack up your belongings so you can head to Scotland, in Glasgow. You gather all of your toiletries, extra changes of clothes, undergarments, your camera, your money, and all other necessities. You barely get everything you need packed up, because you're still drained after that sensory overload from Spencer's funeral. You try to mentally prepare yourself for when your mother dies.

Ethon has all of his stuff packed. He cleans the house up for when you both leave to see your mum. He also tells you he wants to see his mum and step-dad in Ireland as well.

"We have a trip scheduled for that too," you assure him.

You both take a shower together so water isn't wasted. After you apply the body wash, Ethon pats on your butt cheeks as you put your head on his chest. You lather up on the shampoo, rinse it all off, and you feel Ethon biting on your nipples. You both realize that shower was a little more romantic— and sexual— than you both expected.

You wash up after being in the shower for thirty minutes feeling each other up. You and Ethon brush your teeth, floss, swish around some mouthwash, and set your alarms for two o'clock so you can get to the Seattle Tacoma Airport by four in the morning to meet up with your children and their families so you all can fly to Scotland.

You go to bed at five thirty in the evening, and fall asleep at six after you both finish praying. You keep thinking about the moments you had with Spencer before he took his last breath.

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