A/N: I apologise if I got the American Airport system wrong. I'm British and I don't fly very often so I'm basing this off of one of the few times that I've been through an Airport. For anyone interested, the Rossi's are flying with United Airlines and I did google them to get photos of their first class.
Thanks to Troubled-Angel-26 for the review and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. A/N
Chapter Two
Three in the morning came around too quickly. Mom came into my room and shook my shoulder lightly.
"C'mon, Jess. Time to get up, sweet girl."
I rubbed my eyes and smiled, "I'm up!" I said groggily.
"Get dressed and get your bag. There's a coffee in the kitchen for you. Garrett will be here in half an hour."
I smiled, "I'll be right there."
"Don't go back to sleep, missy!" and she left the room.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My room was still dark so I switched my bedside light on, swung my legs over the side of my bed and hunted for something to wear. I decided on a dress and leggings, with trainers and a cardigan. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. My suitcase was already in the main hall. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mom was stood at the counter with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Hey." I said, dumping my bag in the armchair and walking into the kitchen.
"Ten minutes to get ready. Not bad, Jess."
I laughed, "Thank mom!" I poked out my tongue, "Where's Dad?"
"He should be coming. You know what your father is like for mornings."
I laughed, "Did you tell him he could sleep on the plane?"
Mom laughed too. "Maybe I should've!"
"It's too early to be laughing!" came Dad's voice from the other end of the living room.
"Morning Dad!"
Dad came into the kitchen, smiling and shaking his head.
"Oh, to be young and full of energy."
"He's saying this now but wait until he's in Italy. He'll be like a three-year-old!"
"Hey, I'm Italian, I'm allowed to be excited when I go home!"
"Weren't you born in Long Island?" I asked, smiling a little.
"That's beside the point!" he said, pointing his finger at me and smiling.
I smiled back, "When's Jack getting here?"
"He text me about five minutes ago saying he'd just left his, so another five minutes?" said Dad.
"We should go wait on the porch for him." Said Mom, emptying the rest of her coffee and rinsing the mug.
"Hey, where's my coffee?" protested Dad.
Mom smiled, "I'll buy you one at the airport!" she said, kissing his cheek as she headed for the hall.
"You'd better!" and he followed her out.
I shook my head. "Honestly!" I muttered, grabbing my bag and heading for the hall. "I think I've got children for parents!"
45 minutes later and we were pulling up outside the airport. It was half four in the morning by this point and already the airport was busy. Mom and Dad thanked Jack as he helped them pull the suitcases out of the boot. He hugged me and hoped that we had a nice vacation. Mom and Dad strolled into the airport, Dad pulling their suitcase in one hand, holding Mom's hand with the other. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and followed them in, pulling my suitcase behind me. Dad seemed to know where he was going so I followed him. The only other time I had been in an airport was when we went to Florida. Mom and I would do weekend trips to New York, but we'd always drive or take the train. The airport seemed just as big as it did as when I was six. There were so many people coming and going. Some people were sleeping, waiting for their flight to be announced, others were running to and from gates, others were milling around. Dad led us straight to the check in desk. I handed over my passport, smiling at the woman behind the desk. She gave me a small smile as she handed it back, ticket tucked inside. We placed our suitcases on the conveyor belt and headed for security.
We made it through security with no fuss. Mom and I had laughed as Dad had to be searched, but he laughed too. We walked along a corridor and arrived in the duty-free lounge. Dad had got us all first-class tickets, so we headed to find the first class lounge. It was a section off the main area, with sliding doors. We headed inside and sat on some sofas. I snuggled into Mom, trying not to fall asleep. It was now half 5. We had an hour and a half to wait for our flight.
"How about some breakfast?" smiled Dad, seeing that I was struggling to stay awake.
I nodded, "Sounds great Dad." I said, yawning.
He stood up and held out his hand, "C'mon then kiddo, let's go find some."
I groaned but stood up, leaving my bag with mom.
"It's too early for this!" I said as we headed back out into duty-free.
"And you were laughing at me for being tired!" Dad shook his head, smiling.
"Yeah," I smiled too, 'but your my dad, I'm allowed to!"
Dad laughed, "Should've seen that one coming!"
We found a little café that sold pastries and Dad got a selection along with three coffees. We headed back to mom.
"How you feeling Jessie?" Dad asked as we walked back.
"Besides tired, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Stephen was talking to me before we left yesterday. Said you were apprehensive about meeting nanna?"
I sighed, "I am a little. But I think that's natural. I've never met her before. I know I've been talking to her but that's not going to be the same as actually talking to her in the flesh and what if she doesn't like me or what if I'm not what she was expecting in a granddaughter and what if all the stuff about Jason…"
"Woah, Jess. Slow down." Said Dad, stopping and placing the box of pastries on a chair. He looked at me, "Listen, nanna is going to love you. She doesn't know anything about Jason, only that he's dead and that he treated your mom badly. She doesn't need to know more than that, ok? As for not being what she expected in a granddaughter," he laughed, "well, she didn't expect a granddaughter at all and now she has two. So, she has no expectations about how you ought to be ok. So, you just be you and she will love you. I promise."
I smiled, "Sorry."
He smiled back, "You have nothing to be sorry for!" he kissed the top of my forehead, "Now let's get back to your mom before she thinks we got lost!"
We sat and ate breakfast while we waited for our flight to be called out. At one point I must have fallen asleep as I was woken by Mom saying, "Come on Jess, the gate is open!"
Rubbing sleep out of my eyes again, I grabbed my backpack and followed Mom and Dad to the gate. It didn't take us that long. I handed the stewardess my ticket and she pointed the way to my seat. First class was so cool. It was like we had our own little compartments. There were three in a row. Mom let me sit in the window seat, she took the one next to mine and Dad took the other window seat. Putting my backpack under my seat, I pulled out a book. My backpack was basically books. Spencer had lent me a few of his books including Plato's The Republic and Dante's Divine Comedy. But I also had a few favourites including Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Sophie's World and Good Omens. The one I had pulled out was another Neil Gaiman book called Neverwhere. I loved it. I had read it before but was re-reading it for the third time. Mom looked over at me as I tried to cram the other books back in my bag.
"Did you leave any books at home?" she asked smiling. I scowled at her and opened my book to where I had got to. Richard Mayhew had just said goodbye to Dor and was beginning to realise just how much his life had changed. Mom smiled and put in her headphones, Dad had pushed his seat back and had a file from work open. I shook my head. Dad couldn't leave work alone but its what made him my Dad.
Half way through the flight, I decided to see what films they had on offer, Inside Out was up but I had gone to see that with Henry and Michael a few weeks ago. Avengers: Age of Ultron was on, but I wasn't that interested. In the end, I decided on Jurassic World having been a fan of the originals. It was a classic date night with Jack. We'd whole up in the attic room and watch old movies. If we weren't watching Jurassic Park, we'd watch Gremlins or Jaws or some other old movie. But I was curious to see how the new franchise was going to be. However, I fell asleep ten minutes in.
Jess! Jess!
Someone was calling my name. I opened my eyes blearily. Dad was crouched down in front of me, smiling.
"Look out of your window, bambina." He said, softly.
I looked out of the window. Below me, I could see rolling fields and blue countryside.
"Welcome to Italy!" Dad said.
