Sincerely, Yours

2. Flight Cancelled

-Faye-

BUZZZZZZZZ.............BUZZZZZZZZZ

I keep hearing a sound.... BUZZZZZZZ.... finally I opened my eyes to look at my phone. "OH MY GOD", I screamed, jumping out of bed. I had 3 missed calls, one from Connor and the others from my father's driver, Jose. He must be the one buzzing at the door to take me to the airport. I scrambled to the dresser and put out a pair of skinny jeans, a hoodie and pulled on my converse. Good thing I packed my bag last night.

As I headed downstairs, I texted Jose to let him know I would be out in a minute. I'm not worried about calling Connor. I'm sure it was just his first of the day. After placing my hair into a ponytail, I grab my bag and keys and head out the door.

"Good morning, Miss Masters," Jose said with a small smile. I saw him, quickly eye me, then looked away. Normally, Jose doesn't see me in attire like this. I'm normally in a long pantsuit for the office. But, there was no time for that this morning. I'm sure I will get a phone call from my father, telling me that was unacceptable. But, it's done now. Jose puts my bag into the back of the SUV, and closes my door for me. As he climbs into the driver's seat, he says "We should arrive at the airport in 20-30 minutes.

As we pull up to the departures terminal, it's very busy for this early in the morning. But, Jose maneuvers his way into the drive. He quickly exits the SUV, gets my bag for me, then opens my door. He handed me an envelope. "Jordan asked if I would give these to you. You have a layover in Miami and then a non-stop trip to London after that. Good luck, Miss, and have a safe trip." Jose says with a straight face. He quickly climbed back into the SUV before I could say a word.

I headed my way to the gate, after going through security. I took a seat. "Now it's a waiting game until my turn to board." I said under my breath.

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I arrived in Miami on time. I went to the next gate at the airport. But, I have a six-hour layover until my next flight. I placed my ear buds into my ears as I sat down in the waiting area. The next thing I know, I woke up with a bag hitting my feet. Someone must have walked by. I looked at my phone to see the time. But, I noticed the notification on the screen first. Flight has been canceled, flashed across my screen.

I started to panic, and got up to find an airport personnel. I tripped over something furry, but caught my footing. When I looked behind, I saw this beautiful yellow dog, with an official-looking harness. I don't touch the animal, but when I look up, my stomach fills with butterflies almost instantly.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry about my dog. She is in training." The man said with a big smile on his face. I barely noticed the US Army uniform that he was wearing. He had very muscular arms filled with tattoos. I couldn't help, but look him up and down. The butterflies intensified with every look "I huh.....yeah I'm fine." I managed to force it out of my mouth. "Okay. My name is Thomas. This is Lucy. She is my military dog in training", Thomas said with that smile of his. "I'm Faye. Nice to meet you. So, are you waiting in line to speak to the airport service?" I said, returning the smile. "Yeah, they canceled the flight to London, and I need to see when the next is leaving."

"Me too!," I said a little too loud. "Do you mind if I wait with you?" "Not at all." Thomas said, as he pets Lucy on the head.

"Attention everyone! Flight 2264 to London, England has been canceled due to a winter weather warning in the area. We should have more updates in the morning. Please make your way to the airport hotel, and we will have rooms for everyone. Thank you." Said the announcer.

"Great, my father isn't going to be happy about this," I said with a frown. I called my father quickly, but luck would have it, no answer. I texted Connor to give him a heads up. But, no reply.

I saw that Thomas and his dog Lucy had already got their room key. "Where to I get that?" I asked, walking over.

"The lady at the front desk is giving them out once you show your plane ticket," he said, with a smirk. "Great, thank you." I said, walking over to the counter.

I place my room key in my purse and feel my phone vibrating in my pocket.

buzzzzzz.......buzzzzzzzz...... I reached for my phone. On the screen was a sweet little boy's face, with the name Max that flashed across the screen. I hurried over to the corner of the lobby, and answered the call. "Ello? Max said, "Hi, sweet heart. How are you doing?" I said with a smile. "I-I goooo-d, Fry. Mom-uh make dennoor" "Oh? Are you going to eat everything on your plate this time? I said in a mocking tone. "Yeh" Max said, distracted. "Well, you go eat and give me a call later. We can talk about our trip to the theme park next month. Okay?" "Yeh yeah" said Max and hung up quickly.

If I could see my face, I'm sure I would have tears in my eyes. Max is my biggest secret. The secret I have kept to myself for years. He is a 3-year-old little boy that I placed up for adoption when I was 18 years old. I had a baby my freshman year of college and kept it to myself. Only a few close people knew of the situation. The father could care less, that is why he signed over his rights and Max was adopted by a good friend of mine. They agreed to an open adoption. That way I could still be in my little boy's life. Not as his mommy, but as his friend. I wiped my tears away as I saw Thomas walk up to me. "Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned look. "Yeah, I'm fine. Really tired of waiting to get to London. But, other than that," I said, laughing.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" Thomas asked. "I know of this amazing grill near by." He said, pointing to his right.

"Huhh...sure." I said with a half smile. "Are you from around here?"

"Yes, born and raised here in Miami. I'm stationed at a US base in England. A few hours from London." "Oh.. sounds good. Are we walking" I said, waving my hand to the parking lot. "No. You will see in a minute. I'm waiting for a friend of mine to drop off my ride. They are keeping while I'm away." Thomas said with a smirk. He was wearing tight jeans, black boots, and a tshirt that formed to his muscles. His tattoos on his arms are seen down to his hands. He also wears his dog tags proudly around his neck. I didn't have time to change, and I'm glad I didn't when I saw his ride pull up.

"That's a 2006 Honda CBR 600!" I said with wide eyes. "You know motorcycles," Thomas said with an amazed look on his face. I just looked at him smiling.

"I think I just fell in love," he said as he handed me the extra helmet.