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Fanny's POV

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T LET ME ON? !"

I was starting to get real frustrated with this guy here. He looked at me with a frightened face. Which he should! I was about to pummel him to a bloody pulp if he didn't let me on this STUPID plane. I glared at him with a deep red fire rising within my forest green pools. He stared after me and smiled sheepishly.

"Well, ma'am. You haven't presented us with a ticket. We cannot let you enter without a ticket."

My eyes deepened the menacing stare on the man.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

"That's a bunch of lies. I saw you let that man on without a ticket. His wife came and gave you his ticket along with hers. My husband is on his way. Why won't you let me on like that guy? Come on. I got three kids to keep busy while we're on that stupid plane."

He shook his head.

"Sorry miss, but I can't allow it. That man was a very important person that was allowed to enter onto the facilities of the airplane. Now, if you would excuse me. I have other tickets to collect." He shoved passed me and began taking other people's tickets.

I glared at him and made a grab for his head, but I felt several pairs of hands grab onto me.

My eyes turned back to look at my three sons.

There was the oldest one, Mark. He was twelve, just like his twin brother, Freddy. He was dressed in a light green jacket that was zipped up and had a white shirt under it. On top of his light, orangish-brown hair was an orange winter cap. His legs were covered with khaki knee pants and on his hands were two brown gloves.

His twin, Freddy, was the sweetheart of us all.

He was wearing a dark green, long sleeved shirt, covered by a brown hooded jacket, and wearing dark gray jeans. Like all his brothers, he had something on top of his head. A black cap was centered on top of his bright orange hair. He had my freckles and was more girlish for my taste. But he was my son and I loved him either way.

Then there was Patton's "twin". Parker, our ten year old, was just like Patton. He had adopted his father's old attire. His green over coat, his orange gloves, his brown boots, his dark brown pants, and his orange back pack. His hair was styled just like when Patton was ten. The only thing he hadn't possessed from Patton's childhood was his hat. Instead of Patton's color green, Parker had an orange winter cap instead.

I looked at the three as they held me back from attempting to murder the airport employee.

A light grin formed on my face and I straightened myself up.

Then I spotted my husband running up to us. He tossed one of the employees the remaining of our luggage and they stored it in the luggage department of the plane. He panted and handed me the plane tickets. I snatched them away and glared at him.

I put my hands on my hips and he sheepishly grinned at me.

"WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU? !" I screamed at him. He put up his hands in defense and shrank down. "How in the WORLD could you lose us? ! We were right next to each other and you just happen to get LOST! Do you know how much trouble I have gone through while you were off being one of the lost boys? I was yelling and threatening the ticket guy! I swear Patton Drilovsky, you are ONE OF THE WORST MALES I HAVE EVER MET!"

Patton, along with our three sons shrank down as I exploded.

Freddy ran up to me and hugged my leg.

I looked down at his big, wide eyes.

"Mama, could you please stop yelling? Can we just get on the plane before we miss it?" He pleaded. I ruffled his hair and smiled sweetly at him. He grinned up at me and turned back toward his brothers and father.

I sighed and glared at Patton.

He chuckled nervously.

"Oh, don't think you are getting off so easily. I am so not done with you." I told him in my Irish laced accent. He looked down glumly and I handed the guy I had almost pummeled, the tickets. He grinned at us and we entered the plane.

Parker and Mark climbed into some empty seats behind Abby and Hoagie's family. Patton sat next to them and I sat across from them behind Rachel.

She looked back and smiled at Freddy as he sat next to me behind her daughter, Edna.

Edna turned and grinned at Freddy.

"Hi, Freddy!" She chimed to my son. He smiled warmly back at her and waved politely. She giggled. "Hi, Fanny!" She said to me excitingly. I laughed silently at her and waved back. "Where's Mark?" She asked. Freddy sadly pointed his finger toward his older twin brother.

She smiled at him.

"Hello, Mark!" She cooed over to him.

He waved back quickly, then returned to talking to Parker.

Edna looked away sadly and I turned my gaze to Freddy. He was wringing his hands together continually. I watched as his face blushed over when Edna turned back around and smiled widely at him. He quickly stopped his hands and looked up at her.

"So, what happened at the pool with you and Willy?" She questioned him.

He shrugged.

"Oh, come on Flipper." She pleaded to him with a nickname. I cocked a questionable eye brow at him. He faced me and his ears began tinting to a pink shade. I smirked at him and Edna got the situation. "Oh, you're probably wondering about the whole 'Flipper' thing. I call him that because of his swimming abilities." She chuckled and Freddy's whole face went scarlet. "So, come on Freddy. Tell me what happened with you and Willy." She prompted once again.

Nigel tapped her shoulder and instructed her to buckle up again.

She rolled her eyes and turned back around.

I smirked over at "Flipper".

"So, 'Flipper'. What's with you and Willy? Tell mama." I said to him. He looked at me and sighed heavily. When my sweetheart sighs it was not a good thing. That meant something was wrong and something was bothering him.

"Me and him were at the community pool last Thursday, and Willy was bullying me about being all sissy. So, I pushed him into the pool knowing he couldn't swim. He was just being so mean. I didn't really want to put him in danger. I was just glad that the lifeguard saved him. I'm sorry mama. Really I am. I just hate for people to make fun of me because I'm not into all the sports and stuff." He sighed and leaned back against the seat, pulling off his cap.

I sympathetically frowned at him.

Freddy wasn't the most athletic and he liked to hang around the girls more than the boys.

He needed to, because most of the time girls were not as rough as boys and Freddy had seizures if he was playing around too much. That's why I preferred him to be around the girls more. It kept him safe more often. I didn't care if he was a sissy or not. I just wanted to keep my son safe from harm.

The look on my face gave it away to him.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked suddenly.

I snapped out of it and smiled down at his freckled face.

"Yes. Now, why don't you just lean back and take a nap?" I told him. He smiled and placed his hat back onto his head and leaned up against me instead. I was shocked at first, but ruffled his loose strands of hair and leaned against the plane's window to nap too.

Edna's POV

My dad and mom sat cozily on each end of the four seat row. Shirley sat next to me in snooze city, while my dad leaned back and snored lowly.

I turned to my right to look at my mother.

"Mom?" I spoke.

She turned her head to face me. "Yes, Eddie?" She asked me in response.

"Do you think Mark likes me?" I asked her, my face growing hot and turned into a blush. She looked quickly over at my father and then at Mark. She smiled at him and turned back to me. I felt my brother stir next to me as I looked up at her.

"I'm sure he does. But don't go rushin' stuff."

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

She then patted my hatted head and leaned against the window. I sighed and looked over at Mark, but what really caught my eye was the sleeping Freddy. He was up against his mother, Fanny, a smile on his face. He looked so cute. He wasn't the tallest or boyish boy, but he was my friend and I respected him.

I smiled at him and then leaned my head back to sleep.

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