Author's Note: I do not own The Handmaid's Tale, book or TV series. This may potentially be an actual Fanfic novel. However, right now it is just a one shot. Reviews are welcome!

I remembered it clear as day when I was taken from my home. The day Gilead took over America. The day everything, we knew was about to become history.

I distinctively remembered telling Greg to keep the kids home from school that week since everything was so unclear and how our future seemed in dark array of chaos. Our children, Maia and Saul both aged six and four, were our whole lives. They had no idea what was going to happen in America and it was our job to keep them safe. They were oblivious to the world. We were their protectors.

However, we just couldn't stop us from being separated. The day the bomb took place in the Senate office, Greg bought tickets to London. We already had Visas from previous trips, but we also renewed them for peace sake.

He was originally from London UK. When the kids were born, he filed for dual citizenship for both. He said it would do us good to give the kids access to both countries. He, a UK born and raised man, and me, a United States native. We met in graduate school in the world of Boston University. I was going for my master's in accounting and he was going for a business marketing degree to further his hedge fund. Two years later, we were married when we found out I was pregnant with Maia.

The day the bomb took place, the world was turned upside down. However, Greg remained peaceful. I remembered his reassurance in his voice.

"It'll be alright, Dani. I got the tickets to London. All four of us are leaving this place." Greg stated.

I shivered in my sundress. It wasn't cold. It was really hot, but the fear made me shiver. "I don't know if I will be able to leave, honey."

"Relax. We got your passport, we got the marriage certificate. You will be able to fly with us."

"Where are we going to stay?" I asked as I fidget with my coffee.

"Well, it'll be tight but my sister, Margaret, has room for us. If not, Nana and Pa has room for the kids." Greg stopped talking as protestors marched outside the coffee house. The armed police and militia were barricading Boston's town hall. Greg grunted and turned to look at his cell phone.

I sighed. "When do we leave?"

"Friday at ten in the morning." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "I love you."

With that sweet tone and all the love in the world he had for me, I smiled at him. "I love you too."

Friday came, we were packed and ready to go since five in the morning. The kids were sleeping soundly, and Greg picked Maia up and placed her in the rental car. I held Saul in my arms and rocked him after he awoke for a bit.

"Shh baby, we are going for a nice plane ride." I whispered quietly.

The ride to the airport was tedious. There were armed men everywhere and asked for verification. Greg showed them our plane tickets and passports and they let us go. Our babies were both asleep and I feared if they woke, they would see the destruction of the world that had become. People were being hung in public places. Blood painted the walls of the buildings and city around. The world was unsafe.

We did not have much luggage. We had two carryon's; our essential clothing for changing and Saul's bookbag of toys. Everything else was thrown into luggage. We packed light- knowing we could start a new life in London. Just we took our clothes and essential electronics like the IPad and Greg's workbook. I packed my favorite makeup and toiletries. I could just replace the others when I landed in London. A new life in London sounded like a dream but we were running away from a life we knew.

Before our trip, Gregory managed to withdraw a good amount of our money, so we can have it in cash. The rest he transferred to his mother's account in London. It was a good amount to live on and comfortably, get our own apartment in London.

It all was going smoothly until we were going to board the plane. They rescanned our tickets and all, but one was able to pass. My heart sank, and I could hear the sirens coming. I looked at Gregory with fear in my eyes. I held on to Saul tightly and kissed his forehead and touched Maia's sleeping hand. I wouldn't want them to be left behind. I'd do it in place of my children. They deserved a world of what is known to them.

"What is the meaning of this?" Gregory suddenly asked.

"One of your tickets is invalid." The flight attendant, a sweet young woman with a British accent, frowned at us.

"How can this be? I bought them four weeks ago." Greg stated.

The man, dressed in a green uniform with an emblem I do not recognize, turned to Greg and very stoically, stated, "Who is Denise Grainger?"

My heart broke. I looked at Greg and held his hand.

"My wife. She has her passport and Visa. This isn't our first trip to London!" Greg stated.

"Her Visa is invalid. She cannot leave." The stoic man said with annoyance.

"No, it isn't. I just reapplied three months prior. They said it was all set." I yelled.

The man pressed forward to me and nodded his head to the flight attendant. She took Saul from my arms and shook her head at me. "You. Are. Not. Boarding." Then he shoved me backwards.

"With what law? We paid for this!" I yelled.

"The new law." The man shrugged. "You other three may go."

Greg stood his ground and shouted, "No. My wife needs to come with me! WE are married!" He took the marriage certificate out and waved it.

"This is the regulations. We cannot let someone with an invalid Visa travel abroad. You will have to wait until the Visa is cleared." Another airport associate spoke. "When it does, you will again be reunited unless you want to cancel this whole trip."

At this point, the kids were awake. Greg looked at them and then the airport associate and militia guy in disbelief. "Give us a moment please."

We huddled in the far end and I hugged Greg tightly. "I don't want to stay behind."

"I don't want you to. However, we both know we can't leave the kids in this mess. I will come back to get you. I promise." Greg whispered.

Knowing full well that the kids are better in London, I looked at them and kissed their foreheads. This is for them and their future, away from this chaos. I looked at Greg and stared into his emotional eyes. I could sense it. He didn't want to leave me behind and he was mad about this new law that was put in place. It was all a lie. He knew it. I knew it. Even the airport associates knew it. The power was in the hands of the guy with green uniform with the strange emblem. However, he whispered "I promise" that I kissed his lips. I loved him entirely. I loved him forever. Greg took Saul from my arms and Maia walked beside him. They walked towards the gate.

"Why isn't mommy coming with us daddy?" Maia asked.

"Mommy will come on the next flight. It's a bit full here, baby." I lied. She was too young to know everything that just happened.

"Maybe someone should give up their seat like they do in the subway for you, mommy." Maia, ever so smart, said.

I chuckled. "We can't do that here, baby. People paid for their seats and it's all assigned. Don't worry. I'll see you soon."

I stared at Maia as she frowned, and she held Greg's hand tightly. Saul was back asleep. He would probably wake up and realize I won't be there and he'd cry. Greg's eyes filled with tears as he stared at me.

"I love you, all of you." I whispered. I watched as they finally went in the receiving tunnel that connects them with the plane. I watched out the window as I saw them, sitting at the seats. There was an empty one right next to Greg and I cried. I cried knowing I was to stay behind and they would be safe. My future was forever more unknown.