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First Class Comfort
She can't sleep. Doesn't know how anyone sleeps on flights like this. She may be in first class, but she can never seem to get comfortable no matter how many times she and Robin fly back to the states from England.
Regina huffs, looking over to where her husband sits, headphones in and staring at his phone. She hates this. Hates the reason for their trip back home to New York. Her father had been sick for so long, but he was getting better. She thought for sure he was going to beat the cancer - until a few days ago when his at home nurse had called, letting her know that her father had passed away in his sleep.
Standing, she takes a few shuffled steps over to Robin's seat. He looks up at her with a sweet smile, locking his phone and placing it next to him. He pats his lap and she climbs in, curling into his warm embrace. He wraps his arms around her silently, placing a kiss to her forehead. "You alright?"
She nods, twisting her lips to try and keep the tears away. Robin squeezes just a bit tighter, and she smiles, tucking her head under his chin. He takes one of his earbuds out, handing it to her, and she places it into her ear.
He's listening to music, and when the next song comes on, she can't help but smile brightly into his chest. It's the song they danced to at their wedding four years ago, and everytime she hears it, her mind takes her right back to that night, dancing beneath the fairy lights surrounded by their closest friends and families. "I love this song," she murmurs, tilting her head up to see Robin more clearly.
He smiles, hums his acknowledgment and places a peck to her lips. "Me, too, love," he says with a wink.
Regina smirks, resting her head under his chin again, breathing in his forest scent from the crook of his neck.
Thinking about their wedding, however, reminds her of the father-daughter dance she'd shared with her daddy that night. He'd looked so handsome in his black suit, not knowing then that the cancer was already raging through his body. They'd found out six months later that he was sick.
She tears up, remembering how happy he'd been for her, whispering I'm so proud of you into her hair as they danced the night away. Her father loved Robin, they'd become close while she and Robin were dating, her father always claiming he was like a son to him.
Reaching up, she wipes a tear off of her cheek, then tucks her hand under her stomach and against Robin's. She feels him take a shuddering breath, knowing this is hard on him too. Robin kisses her head again, murmuring that it will all be okay. She nods as the silent tears fall down her cheeks, and Robin looks down, wiping them away for her.
He grabs his phone, scrolling through the downloaded music and clicks on the song they'd danced around their brand new house to last year. They were so excited to finally own the home of their dreams, and despite not having any furniture that day except a bed and some throw pillows, they'd danced the night away, laughing and planning how to decorate while scarfing down too much pizza and beer.
She chuckles wetly, drying her face and sitting up to look at her husband. He smiles brightly, bobbing his head to the beat of the music. Regina laughs again, shaking her head at his antics but joins in, tilting her head side to side in tempo. She reaches up, cupping his cheek, and leans in to press a grateful kiss to his lip.
"Thank you," she mumbles into his mouth.
Robin smiles, pulling her close once again and assures her she has nothing to thank him for. "I love you."
"I love you too," she promises, closing her eyes and letting the music wash over her for the remainder of the flight.
