When The Stars Align

Chapter 109

The flight was quiet and soft, though I felt sick for great part of it. Furthermore, Tyler, like any other three-year-old kid, couldn't keep quiet and me or James had always to be after him as he kept on wandering through the plane. Then, I began to feel really sick and James had to do everything by himself. I threw up three times and Sarah was the only one enjoying it quite nicely, reading a book and listening to music on her headphones, sometimes talking to me or to her father but we learned how much easier it was to travel with a teenager than with a baby, because that's what Tyler still was.

My head was spinning a lot and I was pale, at least, that's what James said, and I was very grateful when we landed. James took care of our luggage at the airport while I held frantic Tyler in my hand. Sarah complained every thirty seconds how hot it was and how tired she was.

"Tyler, sweetie, please be quite a bit." I told him, while he pulled my hand trying to reach James. "Sarah, can you look for a bag. I feel really sick again." I asked my daughter.

"Maybe you should sit mom." She suggested.

I looked for a bench and then sat on it while Tyler began to sulk. He was exhausted as well.

"I want daddy..." He whimpered.

"Tyler please, daddy went looking for our bags. He'll be here soon baby." I said, but you know how hard it is to convince a boy that age.

"I want daddy..." He said again.

I forced Tyler to sit on my lap and remain quiet and he burst into loud crying, echoing on the airport, and yanking some looks from people walking around. I hated that part of being a mother, when your kid can embarrass you tremendously but then I was also used to it, so I let him cry. Sarah came back with a bag and I passed Tyler to her. Worse than your kid crying that loud on a public place, it is to bury your head in a bag and puke, but I couldn't help it. I was feeling extremely sick.

"That bad?" James asked me when he finally got near us. Tyler extended his arms at him and he picked him up. "Are you ok babe?" He asked me not paying much attention to the boy then.

"I need to lay down." I complained.

"Look our ride must be here somewhere. Stay here. I'll come back to grab you two when I find it." He disappeared through the crowd with Tyler, then a happy kid, in his arms and I stayed alone with Sarah, who was almost falling asleep in there. I kept quiet, as the world was still spinning, a lot, in my head.

James came back a couple of minutes later. "The guy is outside." He said. He was about to put Tyler on the ground, but the boy clutched onto his neck, beginning to cry again. "God, he's impossible!" He exclaimed. "Tyler... daddy needs to carry the bags, so you need to go on the floor." James tried to explain.

"No." Tyler blurted.

"It's ok." I said getting up, slowly." I'll take the bags." I said, walking slowly, as well, so my head wouldn't spin too much.

"But Andrea, you're not alright." He said.

"I'll be fine." I said.

James looked at Tyler, sucking franticly on his pacifier. "Bad boy." He told him. "Mommy is sick." Tyler didn't care, he leaned his head on James shoulder and totally ignored his father's remark. "Guess he's tired." He told me.

"It's ok." I smiled, seeing my boy exhausted and about to fall asleep in his father's arms.

I pushed the stroller and they followed me. A white van was waiting for us outside. As the doors opened, this intense wave of heat hit us, making me feel even worse. A couple was waiting near it. I assumed they would be our companions to the last part of the trip, and secretly, I prayed it wouldn't be long.