Amelia's POV
As we arrive at the airport after a very long flight for the States. I walk off the plane, I am back home. The waitress that spilt the red wine on me come tumbling down the stairs of the plan and I smile surfs you right, pretending to be clumsy and trying to humiliate me. I guess I will have to get used to staying in one place from now one, I will miss my freedom and a part of me are sad, but it is as if my mate could read my mind and say. "I travel a lot for business, babe and I will always take you with me." I blush and mumbles "Don't call me babe, Babe is a little pig in a movie." He laughs and says "Okay what do you want me to call you then?" I smile back at him and say. "Anything but babe." He takes my hand and as we walk to the waiting Bentley I see paparazzi everywh
