Mathilde paced through the hall of the airport, not able to contain her excitement. She was going to meet Mary in a couple of minutes, see the face of that lovely girl she talked and fangirled with on Tumblr. She thought about all the things she planned for them already: a tour in Paris, a night at a pub with a few drinks, lots of fangirling…
A huge smile captured her face as she saw Mary, a bit tired because of the long flight but beautiful as usual. As Mary saw a girl running towards her, a smile that looked as big as the one on Mathilde's face appeared. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, the suitcases forgotten on the airport floor. They parted minutes later, Mathilde helping Mary with the belongings she brought from Canada. They walked towards one of the taxis in front of the airport, chatting about how it was so nice to finally meet one another in person and how much fun they would have together.
As the day went by and the girls found themselves at a pub, two glasses of rum on the table –to honour Killian of course – were partially responsible for the giggles that escaped their mouths.
"Killian would be proud of us," said Mary, eyeing the half empty glass of rum.
"He sure would, her pirate girls drinking rum," agreed Mathilde. "But I think he's more proud of watching his Swan drinking rum."
"Rum will be their signature family drink. The first alcohol their children will drink is rum without a doubt," Mary said excitedly, her calm demeanor changing instantly at thinking about her babies.
"And it won't be the appropriate age so Emma will be angry with Killian for making their kids drink rum. But she won't stay angry so long," Mathilde added.
"Because she can't stay immune to his puppy dog eyes so long, eh?" replied Mary, already dreaming about those blue eyes of his.
Mathilde swirled the rum in the half empty glass and took a sip before answering with a glint in her eyes. "As long as they have make-up sex, I'm in."
They both laughed and kept talking a bit more. Mathilde told Mary about the other things they could do in France, talked about Brittany, her favorite French area, and about her parents who would welcome Mary into their house in Normandy with open arms; she was the amazing Canadian friend Mathilde told them all about. They started planning her visit to Canada after a while. They sure were going to see each other again.