In Transit
Double drabble, kinda Melissa/OMC, dependant on Aunt Melissa.
The rest of the family were visiting Beckett for Beatrice's christening, but Melissa had a prior engagement in the US, so no Lear Jet, just Aer Lingus. However, the plane had mechanical troubles, and had to land. Right now, she was stranded in an uncomfortable chair in Heathrow, Mitchell asleep beside her, and trying to keep a tight hold on their luggage.
"Oh, isn't he cute?" an American girl of about six squealed practically in her ear. Her long-suffering looking male guardian said "Yes, Debra," and absent-mindedly took the seat opposite them.
"What's his name? What's your name? Where's his daddy?" Debra asked, rapid-fire.
"Debra," her guardian chided her.
"It's all right, I don't mind. I'm Melissa, and this is Mitchell, who doesn't have a daddy."
"Does he want to share mine? Then you could be my Mommy, and he'd be my brother, and..."
"It doesn't work like that," the man said gently, pulling Debra into his lap.
"Wait. Melissa ..." he looked at her luggage. "Fowl?"
She nodded nervously. Being recognised would always scare her a bit.
"Mitchell's ... the baby?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Oh, I'm Victor O'Connell." He stuck out his hand.
The mathematician? Well, colour her impressed.