Sinners and Saints Chapter 55 - Faith

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The alarm goes off and I slap it absently.  Drake is still snuffled next to me and I don’t want to step one minute out of his arms. 

But I have to. 

I have to do this for both of us.  This is my last chance at a happily-ever-after with the man that definitely isn’t Prince Charming, but loves me from his soul and doesn’t come with baggage that I can’t deal with. 

And can deal with all of the baggage that I come with. 

And I love him.  Goddess, how I love him. 

I take a shower mid-flight, which still freaks me out a bit.  I’m not used to being rich.  I worked a long time to get comfortable, but paying for things like private flights and shrugging it off is still very new to me. 

When I come out of the bathroom, Drake has laid out my green-silk dress and all accessories out on the made-bed for me.  I didn’t pack any of it.  And it is pristine. 

But he’s gone.  I sincerely hope he’s preparing the boys for landing. 

I can’t even imagine explaining the concept of flying to Jesus.  I’m surprised that Drake managed to come to me last night as soon as he did. 

But I am grateful – all the same. 

I fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up once. 

After dressing, I go out to the lounge just as the fasten seatbelts sign comes on.  Drake pulls me close to him and kisses my cheek.  The boys smile at me, “Why don’t you forget this one and be my woman instead?” Bob teases. 

“Sorry, Bob,” Drake takes my hand, “I’m not letting go of her,” he chuckles back and the boys return to the end of Mrs. Doubtfire

“Don’t raise the shade, angel,” Drake tells me, “I know you like to see out, but I don’t want Jesus freaking out.  He understands the concept of flying from Bob and me, but I don’t want him to actually see it.” 

“Ok,” I smile at him and take my IPad out, “I’m just going to check in at work and see how everything’s going.” 

“Good idea,” he chuckles and pulls his phone out, “Think I’ll do the same.”  

We put our devices away when the pilot announces final approach and sit through the ear-pops until we hear the wheels him the tarmac.  Jesus doesn’t seem terribly bothered by any of it and again I have to wonder why.  I know how it all works and it still freaks me out a little.

Of course, it didn’t before 6669. 

The boys trail behind us a good fifty feet.  It’s really weird seeing normal humans pass right through them without any idea they’re there.  The few immortals around avoid them, but don’t give them any thought beyond that.  We clear customs easily and Giuseppe is waiting for us again when we exit. 

“You’re going to give him a heart attack, you know that?” he scowls when he sees me. 

Oh, crap,” I think, “I never even thought about how meeting Jesus would affect him.”

That must show on my face, because Giuseppe says, “Relax, Claire.  I meant at how pretty you look.  Jorge’s made of some pretty stout stuff – he’ll be fine.  Come along.  The others are waiting in the limo already.” 

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