She felt her heart beat faster as she drove that cold Christmas morning. Taking her time, being very careful so no trouble would come to her. It had to be perfect, each and every bit of it. She caught herself smiling now and then at the thought of meeting him. Maybe she’d cry when she hugged him. How tight would she hug him? How long would she kiss him? What would he look like? Maybe he’d cry too. Holding onto her steering tighter, nervousness drove through her body and into her legs making her accelerate, when she immediately slowed down. No accidents today, she thought. It has to be perfect.
She backed up into the packing, pulled the hand breaks and turned off the car while taking a deep breath. Breathe…breathe she said to herself, taking a second shot, this time real slow. She took out her make-up, powdered her face down a little more and freshened up her lipstick. Plumping her lips, she critiqued her sexiness, and the look she should have on her face when he walked out and saw her. It all mattered to her.
Flashes of the past kept coming to her but she brushed them off without a thought. This was new. It was different. It was forever, she thought smiling to herself again. She sprayed some perfume and stepped out of the car, straightened her dress, picked up her purse and closed the door. Looking at her hair, one more time though the reflection in the glass windows, she took one more deep breath and walked to the arrivals.
The crowd was small this time. It was Christmas Day and the airport wasn’t busy. She looked up the information screen and skimmed through quickly to where Fast Jet Airlines was. Arrived 11.25am on time, it read. She looked at her watch, it was 11.30. A gentle man came out driving a cart. She quickly read the tag on his luggage, “Fast Jet,” it read. Okay any time now, she thought, her heart skipping a beat. The nervousness, the flashes, the excitement, it was all happening to her now. She could hear her heart drumming under her chest as she looked around at other crowds receiving their loved ones, hugging, crying, until it all stopped. When a middle aged man walked through the doors. He was of medium height, wore dark wash jeans and a polo shirt. He seemed to be looking up something on his phone…he must have been texting. She stared at him, it was him. She didn’t move and he kept to his phone then quickly looked up, holding it to his ears while looking through the crowds. She was startled by the ringtone of her phone and quickly opened her purse to put it off. It was at the bottom so she had to pull out a few things before she could get to it. Finally pulling it out and quickly pressing the green button to answer, when her hand was held gently. She looked up and there he was. Standing right in front of her, a smile on his face and looking right into her eyes. “Hi,” he said. She stared at him a few seconds more. She stopped breathing and opened her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. Her eyes were teary. She let out a sigh and brought her hand to her mouth as she broke down into tears.
“Baby,” he said, “I’m here now, don’t cry, I’m here.” Pulling her in and wrapping his arms around her. He looked her in her eyes again, then kissed her forehead. “I’m here baby,” he said. Not being able to talk thorough the tears, she shook her head in acceptance, he hugged her again, this time for long until she could calm down. Slowly, she took her hands from her mouth and Wrapped them around his neck, her face still buried in his chest. He just kept holding on until she was ready. Eventually she lifted her face. Looking into her eyes, he wiped her tears when she softly said to him, “I missed you baby, I missed you.”…”I know honey, I missed you so much,” he replied leaning in and giving her a kiss on the lips.
She pulled herself together as he wiped the little tears left on her face. He held her hand and asked her where her car was. She pointed and he led her to it. She pulled the keys from her purse and gave them to him. He opened the door for her and as she pulled her seatbelt, he helped her click it, when he leaned in for second kiss. A deep kiss, it was this time, as she felt his tongue taste hers. His hand moved up to her neck, pulling her in a little more to him, kissing her deeper each time. She broke away giggling and blushing. He looked deep in her eyes when she broke into a simple smile. “I love you,” he said softly. She simply smiled. He gave her another quick kiss, shut the door gently, and walked around to the other side to let himself in. Starting the car and driving out the airport, he glanced at her one more time, held her hand with his, and drove away into the daytime.
