Chapter 11- A smooth landing in Paris
Judy had finally decided on a silk black dress with a black lace bodice. She grabbed a small evening wrap as she slipped on her heals. She was just on time. Just as she was doing this, her mother called up the stairs to say that Alistair was there. She took a deep breath as she glanced at herself in the mirror one last time. She sighed. This was going to be an eventful evening, she knew that much. But how? What was going to happen?
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There was an awkward silence plaguing Alistair's private jet. Both of them; however kept making small talk in order to try and avoid this.
"Since when have you had a private jet?"
"Yesterday." He said.
"Oh." Maybe this was a romantic thought. A carefully planned romantic thought.
"I can't believe that you don't have a hangover, how much did you drink yesterday anyway?"
"I have no idea, but I never get hangovers it just doesn't happen."
"Really, even from drinking that much?"
"Even from drinking that much."
"Unfortunately I can't drink anymore for a while. But I think it'll be worth it."
"I do to."
"Really?"
"Why are you so astonished at that notion?"
"I, I don't know. I just am I guess." She smiled.
"You just thought that I'm not the type of guy who would accept the responsibility of something like this."
"No, actually I didn't. But, I'm glad that it's you I'm having my baby with."
"Me too. There's never been anyone else who I'd want to be the mother of my child." Her heart practically melted at these words. It wasn't a marriage proposal, but it was a sweet thing to say. She began to cry a little.
"What's wrong? Are you alright, what did I say now?"
"Nothing, Alistair, nothing." She sniffled. "I just want you to know that I'm sorry about what I said to you the other night. I'm sorry that I said that you couldn't see our baby. I'm sorry, and I want you around. I want you there for her."
He smiled.
"Good I'm glad." He said, kissing her hand as the plane made a smooth landing in Paris.