IAN’s POV :
- - - - - Three Months Later - - - - -
“You’re not nervous are you?” Emma asked as I fumbled with the plane’s seatbelt. This was not the first time I was on a plane, but for some reason, this felt like the scariest plane ride ever.
“No, do I look nervous?” I laughed nervously.
“A little bit,” she replied.
“Well, okay, I guess I am a little nervous,” I chuckled. “I don’t know what your parents think of me. They probably hate my guts because I broke their daughter’s heart,”
Christmas was in a few days and we decided to spend the holidays with Emma’s family this year. We spent Thanksgiving at my place, so this was her turn. I was especially anxious because this was the first time they’d be seeing me in years, after I drove their daughter to college four yea
