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Chapter 2

Santana POV

It's been two days since the ring mishap and the tension between Ava and I hasn't subsided. I honestly don't know what to do at this point. Anything I attempt to do to fix things gets shut down. And to be even more honest, I technically didn't do anything wrong. I haven't cheated. I haven't lied. Ok maybe I flirted a bit but I stopped it before it got too crazy. Being flirtatious is in my nature. I can't help that people find any and everything I say to be flirty. This is why I tend to just stay to myself. To avoid any drama and miscommunication with my wife. Even saying hi to someone else could be taken out of context. Lord please let the next two days go by without a hitch.

We're currently on our flight to Florida, there's about an hour left and Ava is knocked out. She doesn't really like flying that much. Which come to think of it, is a bit weird because some of her cases require her to fly quite a bit. It's strange nonetheless, she becomes more unbearable than usual. Snapping at anything that remotely annoys her. Let's not even mention the way she treats people on the plane. Shaking my head at the thought. As long as she stays asleep, we should be smooth sailing until we touch down.

Although it's only a 2 and half hour flight. I'm still in need of a drink, if I'm to deal with Frank and Jane. A strong alcoholic beverage to be exact. Pressing the call button to alert the flight attendant, I feel Ava shift a bit in her seat as lets out a small groan. I choose to ignore her and go on about my business. The flight attendant approaching me with a big smile. I give her a thankful nod and side smirk in return.

"How can I help you ma'am?" she asks as she leans down.

"Do you have anything with a high alcohol level up there?" I inquire, hopeful as ever.

She laughs. "Nerves getting the best of you huh?

"Kind of. Visiting the in-laws."

"Ohh. I completely understand." She smiles. "Let's see if I can't find you the good stuff." She winks at me as she stands back up and starts to walks away.

"Thank You" I say barely above a whisper.

While waiting for the stewardess to come back. I glance over at my wife and she still seems to be fast asleep. I pick up one of the magazines that are in the pouch in front of me. LQ Bare immediately caught my eye because it's one of the magazines that I got booked to shoot for. I flip through the pages, studying the photographs. Might as well be prepared for the gig. Ava moving in her seat once more causing me to look up. I get a tad bit giddy when I see the flight attendant approaching again, but this time some liquor in hand. Closing the magazine and placing it back in its pouch. I sit up and smile at the stewardess who finally reaches my side.

"Seems like you're in luck" she says handing me about 7 mini vodka bottles.

"You my friend — are a god send. What's your name?" I ask her so I can thank her properly.

"It's Lisa. Yours?"

I reach out my hand to give her handshake. "I'm Santana and you literally have become my best friend." I laugh little "you have no idea how much I needed these. Thank you!"

"Well Santana—" she smiles. "Don't mention it. If there's anything else I can do. Just give me a ring."

Umm. ok. Giving her a half smile I try to unclasp both of our hands, because let's be honest things just got a tad uncomfortable for my liking. The airplane hits some unexpected turbulence and Lisa falls onto my lap. In doing so, she mistakenly bumps into Ava and causes her to wake up. I quickly look over to my wife and she's starting to look like she's about to unleash hell.

"Hey. Ava. My love. It's not what it looks like nor is it what you're thinking." I reassure her in a calm voice while I help the flight attendant try to get back on her feet. "We just hit some rough turbulence and she fell back as she was leaving." I'm trying my best to save this poor woman from any embarrassment caused by Ava. Lord knows not one person on this aircraft needs to witness that.

"I'm so sorry ma'am." Lisa says facing Ava.

"If you were so sorry you would've been got up and off of MY wife's lap" she replies back with a harsh tone. "Well!? Did you need my help to get up as well or—? I don't feel the turbulence anymore." She stares Lisa down to the point that I, myself feel like I need to leave too.

Getting off of me completely she says nothing at all and just disappears to the front of the plane. Smart girl. Whatever you do don't come back around our seats again.

"Was that really necessary A?" I ask with a pleading voice.

"Very much so San" she snarks and rolls her eyes. "What did you think my reaction was going to be when I'm suddenly woken up and see another female in your arms on your lap?"

"What would you have me do Ava?" my voice becoming stern. "She could've gotten hurt on my account. I couldn't just sit there and not do anything."

Ava scoffs. "The floor is carpeted. She could've fell and survived Santana. You should've just let her fall. I'm sure she's trained to deal with such scenarios."

An abrupt laugh releases from my mouth. I look at her incredulously "you can not be serious right now. Please tell me you're joking right now. When the hell have you known me to be that person Ava." Shaking my head. "Tuh— I honestly have no clue what's gotten into you lately. But that right there. That's low. Even for you and your irrational ass behavior when flying." She simply shrugs and I can't. I have to get up and cool down some.

"Going to check on your little friend?" she mocks.

"Yo seriously! You're being a fucking dick right now and it's disgusting. Chill the fuck out A. All jokes aside."

"Again what-fucking-ever San!"

The airplane finally lands and I'm honestly feeling a bit more than tipsy. I had to force those 7 little bottles of vodka down my throat, so I would be sit the duration of the flight next to Ava. Who remained awake for the rest of the flight. I'm sure she killed Lisa in her mind, every time she walked by. Don't get me wrong I can see how being woken up so suddenly and that scene being the first thing you see. Anyone would be pissed. Hell, I'd be pissed had it been the other way around. But the way she kept going in on the situation was unnecessary. Like does she not trust me enough to know that I was just helping someone out? Does she not know the kind of person I am by now? Does she not remember who exactly she married? Married! We're fucking married for God's sake. She should know better.

""The floor is carpeted. She could've fell" her words playing back in my head. "You should've just let her fall. I'm sure she's trained to deal with such scenarios." I personally don't know if I have the energy to stay here for the next 2 days. Bad enough I can't even look at the one person in the world I'm suppose to be able to admire through thick or thin. But to think that I have to deal with her AND her parents. That sounds exhausting. Not to mention if this incident was to come up in conversation; that would be hell on earth. One, Ava's attitude would be though the fucking roof. Second, her parents would take her side and be oblivious to the fact that she was wrong in this situation. Please Jesus, Joseph, Mary and the sheep! And anyone else that's listening help me get through this.

Picking up after myself, I leave Ava behind me and walk towards the exit. Passing by Lisa and the other flight attendants I give her sad smile and mouth the words I'm sorry in her direction. She waives off my silent comment to her.

"Don't even stress that Santana. You'd be surprised what we endure doing this job. The good outweighs these type of incidents tenfold." She says calmly.

"I guess. Still though I am sorry. Just because it happens and you're used to it, that doesn't make it ok."

"Thank you." she smiles. "Hope you enjoy your stay in here in Florida."

I chuckle. "Hardly. Bye."

Waiting for Ava at our arrival gate, the thought of getting on a flight heading back to New York has crossed my mind one or ten times. I spot her and her annoying presence approaching quickly. When she finally reaches me we don't speak a single word to one another. We walk in an uncomfortable silence towards baggage claim. Ultimately giving in when it came down to finding where her folks were.

We spot them and head straight in their direction. The air all of sudden feels thinner than ever before. The tension between us is still evident and very much so present. I have to manage my emotions and facial expressions. At least until we go back home. Home? I haven't even thought about what happens when we hit New York again. What if in the flight back something similar happens. Let me not even think of that possibility right now.

"Ava! Welcome Home!" Jane and Frank say in unison as they pull their daughter in for a group hug. Letting each other go, "We didn't forget you Santana" says Jane.

"Yeah welcome back kiddo" Frank adds on. "Here let me help you with that." he reaches for the luggage.

"Thanks ….. Dad" I say forcing the smile on my face. This is gonna be just a little bit harder than I thought. Two days Santana, just two days and you'll be right back in the city where you can throw yourself into your career and figure your life and marriage out. … Hopefully. "So Jane, what are the plans since your golden child is back for a couple days?"

All three of them stare straight daggers into my soul and all I can give then is an oblivious grin. The in-laws turn around but Ava looks at me a bit longer. I just shrug at her pretty much telling her that this is how it's going to be for the next couple of days. I am far from sorry for making that— honest comment. We all climb into the pick up truck and make our way to Ava's childhood home. An awkward, slightly eerie silence falls upon us but no one dared to break it until we got to the house.

I'd forgotten exactly how massive this damn house was. Pulling into the driveway, I'm instantly reminded of all the photoshoots Ava and I had when we'd come visit from school. If only she could go back to being that person. The person I initially fell in love with. Not this stranger I have before me. I look over at her and place my hand over hers. Giving it a squeeze, she seems to not be the monster she was on the flight. Her parents getting out of the car first, but we stay back for a minute.

"Can we just get through our stay here?" she asks. "I don't feel like being reprimanded again. Especially by them" she tilts her head and gives me pleading look.

"You? Get yelled at? By them? — No. It can't be. You're the prodigal golden child" I say feigning shock. Ava narrows her eyes after hearing the clear cut sarcasm coming out of my mouth. "Fine! I guess I can deal with it …... But we have to talk when we get back Ava! A serious conversation cuz no lie, you've trippin' extra hard lately."

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