Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 17

Oh my gosh, I was in a freaking plane for the first time ever.

Wow.

I couldn't even make out if I was more excited at that thought or nervous.

Or heck, maybe I was both.

The plane was empty, so I assumed it was Henry's.

So, I sat on one of the many billion other seats.

But to my surprise, Henry took the one beside me.

Huh… had he forgotten he could literally take any other one?

Why would he choose the one beside me of all places?

Mrs Fila sat behind us, but that wasn't what I cared about.

The fact our closeness actually made my heart race was so weird.

Maybe it was my body reacting to how I'd once felt for the man.

I mean, I’d been obsessed with this man my whole life.

And after barely seeing each other for a year, we’d suddenly been together almost every day this week.

So it made sense, right?

But certainly they'd die down.

I drew in a breath, deciding to concentrate on the plane and nothing else.

Soon the airplane began its takeoff, and when I heard the low pitched rumble and gentle humming, my heart rate picked up.

This time, out of fear, because this was beginning to become a reality.

I was in a plane.

A freaking plane.

As I gripped onto the handle of my seat, my heart raced faster and breathing seemed to become a problem.

The farther from the ground we moved, thoughts of my dad ran back to my head.

Was this how he'd felt while in the plane? Did he know it was going to crash then?

Was there any kind of signs that proved maybe that might be his last day?

My knuckles grew white as my grip tightened, while I tried catching my breath.

Balls of sweat trickled down my forehead, though the plane was perfectly air-conditioned.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous.

What would happen if this plane was to crash?

There was no way of escape for us.

Literally no way, as we were thousands of feet above the ground.

There'd be no one to help us and that'd be it.

The end of my journey on earth.

But what would happen to mom? She made me promise to come back, would I seriously not fulfil that.

Her life would be miserable.

No, this couldn't be happening.

I gripped the seat handle tighter. My heart slammed against my ribs. The walls of the plane felt like they were closing in.

No air.

No escape.

Tears blurred my vision the more I tried to breathe, and just then, a huge hand fell on mine that was already as white as snow.

When I turned to Henry, his expression held nothing but worry. “Marie, are you alright?”

I was sweating more than ever already and was probably no longer breathing.

“Marie, do you have aviophobia?” He asked, releasing my hand from gripping the handle so he could wrap it around his.

Did I have aviophobia? I guess so, because that had to be the only explanation to all this.

♣ Henry Smith ♣

Oh no, if I'd known that she feared flights, I'd never have taken her on one.

I squeezed her small hand on mine, “listen, it's all going to be alright.”

Her grip on my hand tightened so much that her nails dug into my palm.

But I ignored the pain as all that mattered at the moment was her.

“M-My dad died in a-a plane crash,” she started, her voice trembling, “Wh-What if this plane crashes?”

I removed what was separating us, then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, watching them surprisingly relax a little.

“I promise you that this plane has been made by one of the best, and the probability of a plane crash, according to them, is 0.00000000001 percent.”

That was true. No way would I pay billions of dollars for planes that'd crash.

“How can they know that?” She asked, seeming to be a little calmer as breathing no longer seemed too stressful.

“I guess they have their ways, I don't know.” I shrugged.

She let out a shaky chortle, releasing her dug nails in my hand. “So there's something you don't know?”

“You think I know everything?” My tone held humor I didn't even know it could have.

For some reason, I found myself feeling a little more comfortable.

Normally, talking to her always felt like a hassle, but now it felt free.

Like the conversation could move freely.

Maybe Derrick was right, and I really could still save my marriage.

“Don't you act that way?” She joked, seeming to relax more.

That brought a smile to my lips.

“Hmm, I guess I do know a lot,” I loved the feeling of her shoulders on my hand, it made me feel like the world was smiling at me.

She chuckled, her breath seeming more steady, but I didn't want to leave her yet, “do you go on planes often?”

“I'm a businessman, so yeah, I do.” I accepted the offer of starting a conversation.

She probably wanted anything to take her mind off the fact she was on a plane.

“Do you work all the time?” She asked, relaxing in my grip really well.

“I guess,” which sadly separated her from me.

“Do you ever take breaks?”

“I don't think I need breaks.” I said truthfully, watching her roll her eyes.

“At this rate, you'll age at a fast rate, you know.” She scoffed, though a smile played on her lips.

Finally, the color was back on her face.

When I'd seen her gripping on the chair like it was her life, I'd known something was wrong.

I didn't like seeing her so nervous, and I was thankful I was here to be of help.

Thankful I'd chosen to sit beside her.

To be truthful, the only reason I chose to sit beside her was to just be close to her.

I wanted nothing more than to have her near me.

Having to sit hours with her beside me seemed enough.

And at least, I was able to be of help with her phobia.

“Do you have a phobia for anything?” She asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I pondered on that, “I'm not sure.”

“So you're not afraid of anything?” She glanced up at me in surprise.

“Not one that I'm aware of.” Once I stared back at her and our gaze locked, I realized I did fear something.

The fear of losing her.

Her cheeks reddened and she quickly broke the gaze, trying to cover the redness with her hair.

It also seemed to have snapped her out of wherever she had been, because she attempted to brush her shoulders off my grip.

Seriously?

But just then, the plane had a turbulence that made her eyes widen.

“Oh s**t, what's that?” She asked, the color draining from her face again as she tightened my hand, so I pulled her closer.

“It's alright, it's just turbulence. Maybe you should go to sleep.” With my other hand, I rested her head on my shoulder. “Just don't think about it too much.”

Now, this might be a selfish thought and all, but I couldn't help thanking the plane for the turbulence, because now I had her this close to me.

I didn't care when she'd pull apart, but for as long as we were this close, I was going to cherish the moment.

My grip on her tightened a little as I took in her every scent.

Something to store in my memory forever.