No Longer Yours

Midnight City -M83

"Mase" I grumbled trying to buckle him back into the seat beside me. He struggled against me, trying anything to resist the restraints of fabric that met at high stomach. He continued to reach forward, wanting to pull the guys brunette locks that were hanging into our seats. When I was able to still him long enough to tighten the belt around him the back arching began. "I know baby, we are almost there" I coped softly into his ear, he visibly relaxed but his eyebrow maintained its furrow.

I felt the plane dip into a descend, holding onto the hand rails that I'm sure were covered in grossness. I hated planes just as much as Mason, and noted in my head that the 12 hour drive is worth it over sitting in this sticky, hunk of metal. I had given Mase some herbs earlier that were meant to help with the ear popping of children but it was obvious that he had already burned it off as he started crying.  Never will we do this ever again.

I let Mase run ahead me as the tarmac ended, leading into the lobby of the airport. It was nearly midnight and I was hoping this second wind wouldn't last too long. The past couple days had been chaotic getting ready to come home, and the day of travel I had hoped would wipe my boy out but I could only laugh as he jumped following the strips of white pavement a few steps ahead of me, both arms swinging and his tongue wagging out of his mouth in concentration. "That was not fun Mama" he sung looking at me before he propelled himself to the last strip of white crosswalk.

I nodded in agreement, "I know, but it's good to try new things. Now we learned it's not your favourite". He huffed gravely and I probably would have went on a tangent about being open to the idea of exploring and trying new things if I wasn't hit so quickly with a familiar scent.

Home. My senses were on overload, taking in everything it had been missing. The mountains, the stream, my pack members which had that smelt distinguishably more like pine than they had on the coast. I had forgot how much I missed it all, I needed this more than I would ever be willing to admit to another person. My attention was brought back, when I felt the familiar tug of Mason's hand, "where's all our stuff?"

We had now spent an hour at this small town airport, Mason hung sleepily on my shoulder as I argued with a hostess over a desk about the location of our luggage and the car rental I had paid heftily to have ready for our arrival. I rubbed Mason's back trying to cool some of my frustration so that he would maybe sleep, but I knew the odds were low. He was in an unfamiliar territory, he was trying to adjust to the change but it was hard, he had snarled at nearly every male that came too close to us. My comfort would have little affect as long as this little monster was up, he was sleep deprived and growing frustrated. I felt myself unmistakably following the same pattern.

"I can't do anything about the luggage it must have been displaced during the departure, it may take some time to locate your belongings unfortunately. " The piped lady said behind the corner, I ran my fingers through my hair. "And about the car...".

"Just forget it, give me anything that has four wheels and can fit a car seat in the back." I snapped a little too harshly back. I didn't even look at the contract as I signed everything, rushing through it and grabbing the keys from her hands as soon as they were with arms reach. Tucking Mason into the back seat of the black range rover sport. I had just turned down the near highway when I was able to see his a drooped sleeping head in the rear view mirror. Satisfied, I turned up the song a bit on the radio as I made my way through the familiar roads.

I had probably sped a little I recognized, as I finally reached my destination. Jax and Linds' house stood dimly lit from the road and I creeped the car up the driveway quietly. As if too much movement would cause the house to disappear, as if it was a dream.

It wasn't hard to navigate myself into the house, the spare key still sitting longingly in what would be the most obvious spot under the welcome mat in front of the main door. I had texted Jax of our arrival but he was still in a private pack meeting, I was curious to grill him later on why he had been out all night and to hear the most recent issues that had caused him to stay up so late.