To plan the next getaway
"Just once." Henry dropped onto the bed beside his wife. "It would be nice if we could plan a vacation and not get it interrupted by something."
"I know." She was spread out beside him, facing the ceiling. "This is, what? The third vacation I've had to abort early?"
"Fourth. There was the one to that place." He motioned with a hand.
"Oh, I forgot about that one."
"Maybe Jason's right." He pushed up on his elbows, crawling over a bit so he could look down at her. "Maybe we need to go overseas. It would be harder to drag you back."
"I was thinking more along the lines of if we allotted one hour a day, maybe split half in the morning and half at night, that a check in would prevent whatever crisis ends up leading to the problem I have to rush back to."
"That's a good idea."
"Going off the grid clearly doesn't work."
He laughed. "No, it does not."
"I've had to come back to stop three civil wars and a coup." She let her head roll to the side so she could see him.
"You're important, Babe."
"I want a vacation!" She declared dramatically.
"Tell you what. I'll plan something. What countries won't stage a revolt right now if you turn up?"
"Umm…"
He laughed again. "I'm starting to see my first hurdle."
"But you'll make it work?"
"I will do my best."