This story is based on a recent trip I made to Tanzania on a medical programme this summer. I wrote it on my return journey after what can only be described as the trip of a lifetime. I spend most of my life flying, and I wanted to write a story that incorporated something exciting happening on a plane. I hope you enjoy it :)
Cal and I met back in 2016. I was working in an airport when he and his brother had been travelling through on a trip to visit a friend of theirs who had moved to America. I had been grabbing a coffee at the gate before heading onto the aircraft to start our preparation for the flight. Cal and his brother Ethan were onboard the flight, when one of the air hostess's, Sarah had become ill. She collapsed in the cockpit and it was Dr Caleb Knight who came to our rescue. I landed the plane and helped transfer Sarah to the hospital, Holby City Hospital. When Sarah was discharged, I said she could stay with me for a couple of days since she needed to be looked after. Cal gave me his phone number, suggesting I call him should Sarah's condition get worse, or should I need someone to give me a hand looking after her. I kept the number, phoning him frequently with 'updates' on her condition. It was after a week that Cal came over for dinner, later asking me if I wanted to go out for dinner again sometime. It became a regular thing until nearly a year later we were engaged and married in a small ceremony at the local registry office. We went on a honeymoon to Africa where we had the time of our lives, enjoying our time together, just the two of us. A year later we returned with news that I was expecting. Since I was only in the early stages of pregnancy I was still permitted to fly, though Cal insisted on accompanying me on every flight, sitting in first class, ensuring that I was looking after myself. He would book two seats, side by side, one for him and one for myself, so that when I was given my break and the co-pilot was in charge I could get some rest, under his watchful eye just by his side. One particular instance, Cal and I had travelled to Dubai on a trip and were returning home, on what was supposed to be my last flight before our baby was born, after that stage I would be too pregnant to fly. But it was at that time that we realised that things were not as they seemed...
