Will's POV

I don't like flying. I actually hate it, really hate it. But here I am, checking in to fly all the way to London. I am so nervous I can't really focus so Sonny is pushing me across the airport, pointing at my passport or my boarding pass when I have to have it ready. I just follow him, knowing that he will take care of me.

"Let's get some coffee honey..."

We enter a starbucks, and buy our coffees at the counter. Sonny pushes me towards an empty table and sits down next to me. His right hand rubs my thigh and I suddenly feel his lips brush my cheek.

"What was that for?"

"I just love you..."

We both smile, and I can see in his eyes that he really wants to tease me for being so scared. So I decide to give him an opportunity to get it out of his system:

"You can laugh at me if you want to..."

"Why would I laugh at you..."

My eyes say enough apparently because he continues as soon as I look at him:

"OK, I just have never seen you like this, all nervous and scared... It's cute babe..."

"There is nothing cute about this Sonny... we are about to sit down in a plane that goes up in the air... there is just nothing cute about this..."

"OK honey... don't worry, you're still my hero... and just so you know... I will take care of you...even when we are in a plane that goes up in the air"

"I know."

I don't care we are surrounded by people and I kiss my man full on his lips.

"We are on our honeymoon baby..."

"We definitely are... so I think you owe me one more kiss..."

I lean into him again and repeat my firm kiss. The way he responds makes me slightly dizzy, and when we part, his brown eyes are locked onto mine. I forget all about the flight, and my fears... and I just take a deep breath while never breaking our eye contact. His hands lets go of my thigh and moves his hand to my back. My hands push my coffee mug away and one hand dives into his hair. He smiles and I smile back knowing that the coming ten days I can do this as much as I want.

(...)

I try to focus on the stewardess pointing me the emergency exits, but I also try to not listen to all these scary scenario's. I squeeze Sonny's hand tightly and look out of the window. Many people complain about sitting so close to ones neighbour while in an airplane, but I am just thankful because it means I am pressed against Sonny all the time. He is looking at the leaflet with safety information and I grab it and put it back in the little bag hanging on the chair in front of him.

"Don't jinx it..."

"What?"

"Nothing is going to happen, so we don't need to know all this stuff."

"Will... you do need to know all this stuff... and you need to calm down."

"We are almost going up Sonny, this is not the time to calm down."

"Baby, don't look out of the window... just look at me."

I turn my head and my eyes meet his. I can't help the thump of my heart, and I lean my head against the backrest while looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Have I ever told you that you have the most perfect eyes?"

He smiles and I continue without a second thought:

"And the most perfect smile... and your mouth is great... your lips are all soft and..."

A guy in front of us turns around and is clearly irritated:

"Get a room, will ya."

Sonny just smiles a little wider and I take a deep breath. I don't have to continue because I am pretty sure he can read it all in my eyes. He always says my heart and soul are in my eyes, and that they always tell him how I feel. I suddenly realise we have already taken off and we are now in the air. I lean into him and put my head on his shoulder, never letting go of his hand. He leans his head against mine and I feel myself relax against him.

"You OK?"

I just nod against his shoulder:

"As long as you are taking care of me I am just fine."

(...)

I cannot belief how many pictures I have already taken. We have been here three days and we have been sightseeing all around London. We have seen the Tower bridge, taken a boat trip , been to Trafalgar Square, walked around in Buckingham Palace, been to Covent Garden, and have enjoyed the friendly atmosphere in this gorgeous city. We are now relaxing in Hyde Park and I am perfectly happy with the whole world. I am leaning against a tree and Sonny is leaning with his back and head against my chest. I am reading a book I bought yesterday and he is just staring at the blue sky and looking at people passing by.

"I am happy Will..."

"Me too honey..."

My hand goes through his hair and makes it even messier than it already was.

"Will..."

"Hmmm."

"I wish I could tell my dad about this... that he could see how happy I am... you know."

"I know baby..."

"Do you think it will ever not hurt anymore? Missing him?"

I put my book in the grass and put my hand on his chest, while my other hand never stops messing with his hair. I look into his eyes and see how he looks at me expectantly.

"I think you will always miss him honey... but I think the pain will go away eventually... you loved him very much and there will always be moments in your life you wish you could share with him... and it's OK to be sad about that honey... but I do think time will take away the sharp pain that you have been feeling since he died."

His eyes are watery, but he is not crying. He just looks back at the sky and takes a deep breath:

"He may not now about this moment, but he knew how happy I was with you... I am glad he knows who I am spending the rest of my life with... you know?"

I lean forward and kiss him tenderly:

"Sweety, he loved you so much... you know that right."

"Yeah."

His answer is a whisper and his hands cover mine that is still laying on his chest. He closes his eyes and I just look at his beautiful face, admiring his dark long eyelashes. I have known that he is very handsome since the moment I met him, but each time I look at him he becomes more beautiful in my eyes. I know it is because I see his gorgeous personality shining through, and that is even better than his looks. Which means something, because he looks amazing. I smile and he opens one eye when asking:

"Why are you smiling..."

"Nothing..."

"Tell me Will... are you laughing about me..."

"No honey, I was laughing because I just am crazy about you."

I am not sure whether he is entirely convinced, but he closes his eyes again, tapping the back of my hand while saying softly:

"You better..."

(...)

We are standing in line for the London Eye. I cannot believe I am doing this, but Sonny promised he would make it up to me. And when he wiggled his eyebrows I knew what he meant, so I just couldn't refuse. He did promise me several times he will look after me, and then he told me that no-one has ever died in the London Eye. I then tried to postpone our trip, suggesting we should look that up to be sure, but he just dragged me towards the line and now we are almost at the front of it. He turns to me and I fall in love just a little bit more when I see his childlike enthusiasm:

"It is almost our turn."

"Now who is cute..."

"What?"

"You said I was cute being scared of flying, but you are cute being all childish about going into an attraction. You know... we should be doing grown-up things... like go to that museum at Trafalgar Square."

"We will, but now we are doing this... and you will love it honey... I promise."

"I won't, but all I know is that you owe me, you owe me big and I will make sure you will repay this in full..."

"I am pretty sure it will be my pleasure William."

I can't help but blush when I look into his eyes. He leans forward and kisses me softly:

"Stop blushing because I might just drag you back to our hotel room right now."

"Believe me Sonny, I am the last one to stop you from doing that."

He smiles and looks at me with a hint of empathy:

"I will hold you all the time and I will take care of you, OK?"

"OK... but you do not play fair... you know?"

"What?"

"You use your big brown eyes and then you promise me great sex... how is any man supposed to resist that..."

"I just use what I've got babe..."

A man is gesturing us to take a seat in the little cabin. It is just the two of us and we are on our way. And he is keeping his promise. His arms are around my waist and my back is flush against his chest. I lean back into him and feel myself relax from the warmth of his body. He is enthusiastically pointing at buildings and I just listen to him talk about the ones we have seen and the ones he wants to visit later during our trip. The whole thing goes slowly, but I am comfortable and just so in love, and before I know it we are supposed to get out again.

"See, that was fun, wasn't it..."

"Yeah... that was fun..."

"I told you so..."

"And the best part is, that even though it was fun, you will have to make this up to me... and that will be even more fun..."

He smiles brightly and squeezes my hand:

"Wow, your mind is only focussed on one thing..."

"Well babe, this is our honeymoon... I am allowed to be focussed on certain things during our honeymoon..."

He is now laughing and he pulls me towards him in the middle of the pavement. His hands cup my face and his lips are on mine. I feel his breath on my face when he says softly:

"William Horton, you make me very happy."

I try to breath, but his words leave me absolutely breathless. Nonetheless I manage to whisper back:

"I love you so much."

(...)

I look at all the little stuff that seems utterly useless to me and just follow Sonny around. He insisted on getting souvenirs for most of our family members and dragged me into one of the souvenir shops that is packed with things I would never want to have. Sonny however, is busy finding things for everyone, and even though he says everything in the form of a question, he is not really waiting for answer. Not that I mind, because I don't really have an answer anyway. I just listen to him sorting this out:

"Right... I have that tea box for my mum, a bag for your mum, pens and notebooks for your brothers and sisters, a mouse mat for your dad..."

He looks around and grabs another tea box:

"That one is for Maggie and uncle Vic..."

By now I feel like I'm a trolley because he is just pilling it up in my arms. I decide to give my opinion:

"Sonny sweety, do you really think this is necessary?"

"Of course Will... this is what you do when you visit a country on the other side of the world."

I know that I will never win this so I brace myself for more load to carry while we slowly make our way through the shop.

"Oh, and I will get you a sweater from London."

He is standing in front of a shelf with sweaters in all sorts of different colours, with London printed on the front.

"Sonny... I don't need a sweater..."

"I'm gonna buy you one anyway Will..."

"Why..."

He turns around and looks at me:

"Because I like you in red... and you don't have a red sweater... so I am getting you a red sweater."

I can't help but blush a little and mumble softly:

"In that case... get yourself a blue one..."

He smiles and turn back to the shelf:

"Your wish is my command babe..."

We walk passed the mugs and I see Sonny stare at them.

"Who do you want to get a mug for..."

I don't get an answer straight away but when he turns his eyes to me I know his answer:

"My dad... he always used mugs..."

"Honey..."

He sighs and turns away from the mugs. We walk up to the counter and I put everything down. I cannot believe I am about to buy this amount of useless things. But when I see how important this is to my sweet husband, I do not hesitate for one moment when I swipe my credit card. If buying useless things makes him happy I will buy as much of it as he wants.

(...)

Were back at the airport, checking to go back home. The ten days have gone too quickly, and I am not really ready to go back yet. These past days of utter happiness have brought us even closer and I can honestly say I love him more every day. His hand is holding mine firmly and I know he will not let go unless he has to. I am just as nervous as on our way here, and he is just as sweet as he was then. We both stare at the board to find our flight and when I read it is an hour delayed I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy I do not have to board yet, and sad because I am only postponing it. Eventually I will have to get onto the plane.

"You want a massage to relax?"

"What?"

Sonny is pointing at enormous black chairs where people can be massaged. I shake my head and for a moment forget about my nerves, feeling back into the honeymoon spirit:

"When we are back home, and we have survived all this, you can massage me..."

"Deal... it will give you something to think about when you are all nervous, and it will give me something to look forward to."

We both smiles and I squeeze his hand. He pulls us towards some comfortable chairs and sits us close together when he says:

"I have had the best time ever, Will..."

"Me too Sonny..."

"Marrying you was the best thing I have ever done..."

I nod and smile. His eyes are all soft while looking at me and I wish we could stay here just a little bit longer. I decide to give it a try:

"Let's just reschedule our flight... stay a day longer... I'm not ready to go back yet..."

"I wish we could honey... but it is too expensive... and I have to work, and you have to study..."

"I know... I just... I really love you...

"I love you too..."

His eyes wonder to the board and he pulls me up and drags me to the gate. I guess this time there is no escaping anymore and I have to get back into a plane. I immediately go back to the position that helped me last time. Leaning into Sonny, putting my head on his shoulder and squeezing his hand. He kisses my hair and I feel his lips curl into a smile:

"I still think you are cute babe..."

I smile, close my eyes, and wait for the stewardesses to do their demonstration. When Sonny is looking at the leaflet again I sit up and look at him:

"Seriously Sonny... don't you know by now what to do, you must have read it a hundred times during all your travels."

"Yeah... but I want to know what I am doing if something happens."

"Nothing is going to happen..."

"Of course not, but just in case..."

"Shut up Sonny... there is no just in case... there can't be a just in case because I might freak out."

"Baby, calm down and look into my eyes again... everything will be fine."

I stare into his eyes during the rest of the demonstration, during takeoff and during the first thirty minutes of the flight. The plane makes some weird movements and I try not to worry about it as Sonny says it is just turbulence. But when the pilot suddenly speaks through the microphone I am stressed out:

"We would like for all of you to stay calm, everything is under control, but we will have to make an emergency stop at Amsterdam Airport. We are preparing for landing, please remain seated and tighten your seatbelt. We thank you for your co-operation."

I look at Sonny and cannot hide the panic in my eyes. His eyes are slightly worried but it still calms me down to stare into them.

"He says it is under control sweety, just calm down."

I put my head back on his shoulder, but almost immediately jump up when the plane seems to fall down.

"Sonny..."

"It is just turbulence, calm down honey..."

But I hear that I am not the only one worried about this and all around a panicky state seems to take a hold of everyone. We now loose height quickly and I just hope there is a runway nearby and that this very fast way of landing is normal for emergence stops. I take a deep breath to brace myself for whatever is going to happen. I squeeze Sonny's hand and look into his beautiful brown eyes one more time. For some reason I feel the need to say:

"I love you honey..."

His eyes show that he is now as worried as I am. The plane still seems to fall down from the sky towards the earth as if the pilot has lost all control, and his answer is coming quickly:

"I love you too..."

And then everything is black...