Mac
“Excuse me, how long until we get to Scotland?” I asked the flight attendant.
“Sir, we just took off so we still have just a tad over ten hours, please try and get some sleep and before you know it, we will be there.” She smiled at me.
“Mac, honey, please relax.” My wife, Bea, said.
“I’m just worried about Reign. She’s been through so much and now she says she needs to see us, that it’s important but doesn’t give me any idea what it’s about and she has a new assistant call me. Why does she need an assistant while she’s on vacation? She better not be pregnant!” I whisper-yelled.
“Mac! She’s smarter than that!” Duncan snorted.
“She’s eighteen and has a good head on her shoulders. Whatever’s going on, we will stand by her and be there for her, even if she is pregnant.” He said glari
