The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Honeymoon

"You've got everything, right?" Amir asks, as we hurriedly enter Gate five, waving to our slightly teary eyed families. Aka, fast forward a week later.

"Yes," I reply as we slowly enter the line to put our luggage on the wheel so it goes on the airplane. After we are done we only have two handcarry suitcases, I have my purse, and Amir has a slight dark blue jansport bag slung over his shoulder.

"Okay." Then we print our tickets from that certain centre and wait in the waiting area for our flight. Amir finally sighs in relief and I do, too, slumping in the cushioned chair of the first class lounge.

"You want coffee?" I ask as I slowly get up, looking at the other people there sitting on their phones or reading a book, or just staring out the glass windows as the sunlight streams in, hitting us warmly on the face.

"Yeah, but I'll grab it." He assures me, and I smile.

A blond haired around 2 year old was sitting in her older sisters lap and they both had a matching pink shirts. They sat a few seats away and there was a family of four that sat in front of us. There were mostly either families of four or couples, nearly no single people.

I checked my phone and there is still at least 1 hour left until the flight will begin, inshallah.

    I honestly can't believe that I'm going to not only Disneyland, but Disneyland Paris. Who would've thought ten years ago that I would be spending my honeymoon in Paris, France? The hopeless romantic in me is screaming. Thank god for everything.

Amir comes back with our coffee and now the sun is still blaring at us with it's radiant, yellow shine. It's around 3:30 and our flight is at 4:00. I enjoy the airport sounds somehow. They calm me and excite me at the same time. I can't wait!

Amir and I are both wearing stylish outfits. This morning he actually complimented what I was wearing for the first time and I nearly squealed, because he never does that. I'm wearing a camo coloured dark green sweater and loose camo printed pants, and a cream coloured scarf. I have no makeup on at the moment, because I find it annoying to travel with makeup on.

He's wearing a Gucci shirt, ripped jeans, and vans for shoes. He's also wearing a dark, denim jacket. Thank god that my husband has good style because style is a really big thing for me.

   Amir comes back with our steaming coffees. We talk about Disney Land while sipping our coffees cautiously. "I seriously can't wait," he chuckles, looking at me, his face inches from mine, his breath fanning on my face.

"I never knew you were such a kid," I joke. "But me too," I add, grinning widely.

"Oh, baby I'm your kid, then," He jokes. My heart falters a tiny bit. He's always throwing in flirtatious comments here and there, being Amir Khan, but it's still sort of taking me some time to get used to. Of course they don't mean anything, I have to remind myself every single time. Despite knowing this very well, my heart never fails to do a little somersault.

Suddenly, a blondie walks up to us with a seductive type smile. Well she tries to make it seductive, but it looked more like she needed to go to the dentist and get braces for her widely spaced buck teeth.

"Hi." She says in a squeaky voice as she pulled on her tee shirt and I examine her flat body. A little too flat for a teenager. Amir stifled a laugh at the smiling girl.

"Hi," he said in his usual deep husky voice which made the girl swoon. I chuckle. She's way too young for him, Amir likes his girls that have boobs and an ass, I've learnt with time.