Forever (Fallen 3)

He pulled my lip from between my teeth. “They’re your brothers. They won’t be mad. They love you.”

“I’m being silly aren’t I?” I asked, looking at him nervously.

“Yes,” he answered. “After all we’re married.”

“This time,” I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled.

I picked up a magazine and flipped through it in order to keep my hands occupied. My heart kept beating erratically. I knew my behavior was silly but I always assumed the worse. I couldn’t help it. I put the magazine down and crossed and then uncrossed my legs. Jonathon rubbed my shoulder.

“Breathe,” he whispered soothingly.

I exhaled. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath. I knew we were almost there. I could feel the plane descending.

“I’m going to be sick,” I exclaimed, struggling with the seatbelt.

“No,” Jonathon grasped my hands. “You can’t get up now we’re about to land.”

“And I don’t think Patrick and Amelia would appreciate it if I threw up in their airplane,” I pried one of my hands from his and held it against my mouth. Do not throw up, Kylie. Don’t do it. I told myself.

“Well, they wouldn’t care because it’s my plane,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” I groaned, feeling light headed. From Jo

nathon’s look I could tell I probably had a green tint to my skin. I had tried to keep my morning sickness from him because I didn’t want to worry him. I put a hand to my head to steady the spinning. I moaned. I couldn’t hold it in much longer. Jonathon shoved something into my hands. “Thanks,” I croaked before throwing up. His fingers pulled my hair back from my face. I shuddered.

Jonathon, who was allowed to roam around the cabin, disappeared and returned with a cool washcloth. He put it to my forehead and then proceeded to massage my neck.

“Sorry,” a tear slipped out of the corner of my eye.

“Don’t apologize for being sick. It’s not your fault,” he brushed my hair back and took the bucket from me.

I wiped my face off and then placed the cloth back on my forehead. I leaned my head back against his cold hand. “That feels nice.”

“Better?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Much,” I replied, closing my eyes. The descent of the plane was making me sick again. The lurch of the plane landing sent me scrambling for the bucket again. So much for feeling better.

Once the plane was stationary I got myself cleaned up. I hoped the morning sickness didn’t last long. I’d hate to throw up at my brothers’ graduation… that would be very embarrassing.

Looking in the mirror of the small bathroom on the plane I decided my hair was beyond repair. I brushed my fingers through it to smooth it out as best I could and pulled it back into a ponytail. I tried to fix my now smeared make up and added some gloss to my lips. At least I was halfway descent.

“You look better,” Jonathon took my hand and helping me down the steps of the plane.

“Ha, ha.”

He smiled. “You’re always beautiful.”

“And you’re full of crap,” I snapped but I smiled despite myself.

Jonathon and I slipped into the back of a plain black car. I guessed Jonathon hadn’t thought it necessary to rent a car this time. We were leaving to head back to Rome right after my brothers’ graduation. I sank into the leather seat and closed my eyes. Just for a moment.

“Babe? Principessa?” sounded the voice of an angel in my ear.

“Hmm,” I replied.

“Wake up. We’re here,” he said.