Meet My Dedication

The Air Port was crowded, and our flight was late. I was so not in the mood for this. Austin, being calm as ever (only because he’s done this a thousand times) was just sitting next to me, holding my hand. His dad dropped us off, said his goodbyes, and promised he’d visit us soon. He also said he’d love it if I kept him company over the summer while Austin was on tour.
It was great that the band got asked to play at Warped, and I was so proud of all the boys, but I was going to miss them, Austin especially, and I know he wouldn’t let me go, since being pregnant. Loud music, plus a pregnancy? Not something I wanted to deal with, and I’m sure he didn’t want to either. That, and I’m pretty sure I’d drive all the guys mad.
You know, sometimes, I really love being pregnant. I just wish I didn’t have to deal with sleeping through everything, getting sick at all hours of the day, and eating the weirdest foods. Pizza and ice cream? Okay, I’ve seen that one before on my Sims game. Pizza and peanut butter? That one is a little bit stranger, and it’s what I craved the most. Our freezer was fully stocked with frozen pizzas and different types of Ben & Jerry’s, and the pantry with a lifetime supply of peanut butter.
I’m so glad that Austin loves me and puts up with my unreasonable ass.
“You’re zoning out again, Mike,” Austin said as he kissed my cheek and got up, so we could finally board our flight.
“I keep doing that…” That was another thing, I zoned out all the time. I grabbed my carryon and my backpack, while he got his backpack and laptop and we boarded our flight.

I still hate flying.
It wasn’t just the taking off, or the being in the air for hours, or the landing, it was everything. The whole aspect of being in that damn air plane just freaked me out, plus I hate heights.
“Just try to get some sleep, it’ll make the flight go by faster,” Austin insisted, handing me my earphones and a bottle of water.
“Fine,” I turned over to face him, and curled myself as best as I could into him. He was busy taking a selfie for instagram, with me in the photo trying to sleep. I flipped him off in the photo.
“I love you,” I mumbled before I started to fall quickly into my dreams.
I don’t know if he said it back, but I’m sure he did. He always did, and I always believed him. I had no reason not to.

I felt like the ride from the apartment to the large apartment we shared took a thousand years. I was so ready to be home and curled up with a book on the couch.
Austin parked the car and I practically jumped out and headed straight to the door.
I kind of wish I hadn’t, though.
“Austin!”

Notes

Sorry for the little short chapter, guys. I know I'm a shit person, but work has been rough and things are hectic.
Oh, and I also think I'm pregnant... UGH.
Anyways, I love you.