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Chapter Forty: Happy Thanksgiving

Chapter Forty: Happy Thanksgiving 

I am so so so so soooooo sorry for the late update. I have been too busy with personal issues and planning for Christmas. I hope you guys understand. :)  

Ellie  
 

The time came around when Mark and I have to board a plane and head to Cincinnati - for Thanksgiving was just around the corner and Mark always celebrated it with his family. Since I didn't have a family anymore, I was going to be joining him. His mother actually always offers, every year, for me to come over for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I was over his house so often as a kid that it was almost like she was my second mother. 

I really enjoyed plane journeys. They gave you time to escape reality, or, at least, it seemed that way for me. For a couple of hours, I could sit and listen to music, drawing away intently as everything moves around me. However, this time, I didn't listen to music. Instead, I listened to Mark talking about all of his niece's and nephews - ones I hadn't met, at least. Eventually, when we both agree that we are exhausted, we shut our eyes and attempt to get some sleep before we arrive in Ohio. 

*** 

Mark is gently shaking me awake, and, with a yawn, I stretch my arms and rub my eyes. I would have loved to have gotten a few more hours sleep the other night, but I was up all day and night preparing for my trip to Cincinnati. I didn't have much time for sleep.  

I get off of the plane with Mark, smiling wide as I think back to my earliest memories in Ohio, the ones where I, as a child, would run around like an idiot with my brother, Caleb. At the thought of his name, my heart sinks. However, I put a smile on my face and let myself know that Caleb would hate to see me upset - especially if I was crying over him. If he ever hurt me as a child, he would apologize almost immediately and bring me into a tight bear-hug, no matter how much I hated those. I crinkle my nose as I breathe in the air, noticing that it is much colder here than it is in LA. I hadn't really noticed the difference in temperature until now. 

"You excited?" I ask Mark, gazing over at him as a wide grin spreads on his face. He seems awfully giddy, though this really shouldn't spark any suspicion to me. He gets giddy or, as some may say, overly-excited rather easily.  

"Hell yeah," Mark replies, nodding his head enthusiastically. We walk through the airport, pausing to collect our luggage. "It feels like I haven't been in Ohio for ages, though it was really only a few months."  

"Yeah, I know the feeling," I say honestly, rolling my eyes at Mark as he insists on taking my bag. I chew on my thumb, feeling my smile drop. "You shouldn't be doing this, you know, just because I'm-" 

"Pregnant? It doesn't make a difference, Ellie. Geez, can I not be a gentleman?" He asks, perking an eyebrow. I scoff, throwing and planting a playful punch on his shoulder. I notice that the sky is full of clouds, each heaving and ready to burst. I chew on my lip, hoping that I get to see some snow either on this visit or the next. "Though, really, you shouldn't be exerting yourself-" He cuts off when he notices my expression, my eyes shooting daggers at him. 

"I'm a woman, Mark. We are capable of anything," I tell him, buckling up. "Even when we're carrying a child." 

"You can even see your feet when you look down?" He questions with a smirk, so I roll my eyes and let my gaze drift to the window. 

"Shut up," I mutter, crinkling my nose. I watch the scenery as we pass, and notice that there is a lot more vegetation here in Ohio in comparison to California. Well, I'm not surprised. "I'm not even big yet. You can barely see the bump."