26: Almost There…
The next day, Elizabeth and I are making breakfast when Jack and Will stumble into the kitchen.
"Well, look who it is!" I laugh at their hung-over expressions.
"Luv, I feel like Barbossa!" Jack mumbles as he walks over to me and puts his head on my shoulder. I shrug him off of me and just laugh.
"Well that's what you get for not listening to me! I told you tequila makes you fucked up! And clearly, you have to pay for it the next day," I reply.
"Seriously, Jack, look what you did to Will!" Elizabeth exclaims.
"Oh please! Will, ye had a good time last night, didn't ye?!" Jack exclaims, throwing his arms into the air. Will just sits down at the table and throws his head into the table.
"I had a fun, but at this point in time right now, I don't care. I feel awful," Will mumbles finally. Elizabeth walks over to the table and rubs her husband's back.
"See luv! Why can't ye show me any compassion?!" Jack complains, coming closer to me.
"Because they're married! WE are friends! REMEMBER?!" I exclaims back, pointing the spatula that I am cooking with at him.
"I get it, pet! It was just a question!" Jack sits down at the table with Elizabeth and Will and take a sip of orange juice. "So how exactly did we get back here?"
"Well, after you and Will had your little dance-off, you both collapsed in the men's bathroom. Elizabeth and I dragged you out of the club and while Elizabeth drove, I navigated, because I had had that tequila shot. You and Will ended up rolling down the backseat window and puking. We got you back here and taking turns, we bathed you guys, changed your clothes and got you into bed," I explain, serving pancakes.
"Aw luv, ye didn't have to make me sleep with Will over there! He takes up the entire bed!" Jack exclaims.
"Not true, Jack! You stole all the blankets!" Will shouts back, lifting his head, and immediately putting it back down on the table.
"Can't you just be thankful we took care of you?!" I shriek at them. "If it weren't for us, you'd probably be laying in a puddle of your own puke still at that club right now!"
"That is very true. Maybe we should have left them there," Elizabeth says, a smile forming on her lips. We both laugh while Jack and Will suffer in their hang-over.
A week later…
I run into the house, totally pumped. Jack is sitting on the sofa with Will and Elizabeth.
"What is it?!" Will asks, standing up in preparation.
"The birth certificates are here!" I exclaim, holding up the mail.
"Excellent!" Elizabeth says, taking her mail.
"Yay! Now we can go home now!" Jack shouts as he opens the mail.
"Our flight is tomorrow!" I say, finally take a seat and breathing a sigh of relief.
"So what time do we leave tomorrow?" Will asks, getting a bit more excited.
"Well, since our flight is at 10 in the morning, we wanna get to the airport at least 2 hours before, so we should get to the airport around 8, 8:30. That means we have to leave here around 7…30," you say. "I'll print off our boarding passes online tonight so that we we don't have to check in. We don't have any bags, which may seem suspicious, so just be prepared to probably get checked by security."
"This just gets more and more complicated," Jack sighs, leaning back on the couch and shutting his eyes.
"It's gonna be a long flight, I'll tell you that much," I laugh, looking at Jack.
"How long?!" Elizabeth asks, getting a bit nervous.
"Probably like 3 hours and 45 minutes," I say, knowing that it's not a long flight at all.
"That's not long! We leave here and we get all the way back to Caribbean in just under 4 hours!? That's incredible!" Will exclaims, his eyes wide.
"Oh I know, it's short time-wise. I mean, it's going to be a long trip with Jack over here!" I laugh.
"What?! Why me?!" Jack growls, his eyes flying open.
"Because you're all scared of driving—imagine yourself sitting in this jet/airplane that is 10's of thousands of miles above the ground, flying at a speed you can't even comprehend, sitting in a small space with no leg room and a funny smell, for 4 hours,"
"Well that doesn't sound so bad, pet!" Jack says, trying to hide his forming fear of what is to come.
"Sure," I grin at him. I sit back and shut my eyes for a moment, then open them again. "Our journey is just about the begin," you say finally.
"Indeed it is," Will agrees, his eyes widened with excitement.
"We're almost there," I say, getting out of my seat.