Chapter Started: March 16, 2011

Chapter Finished: March 16, 2011

Author's Note: Now, here's another new one, enjoy and please R&R. Thanks

DEDICATION: To all those Chaylor lovers out there.

=ANFF2: America's Sweetheart's Engagement=

-Chapter 13: Up in the Air-

(February 2010 – Washington D.C.)

Throwing on a pair of low-riding dark wash jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch (A&F), a red collared polo shirt, and a pair of black VANS; I then grabbed my bottle of A&F's FIERCE cologne, Taylor's favorite on me, and put it on before I put on my deodorant.

After making sure my fro was intact, I grabbed a pair of black Ray Ban aviators with a silver frame, put my brown leather wallet in my back pants pocket and grabbed my winter jacket and scarf; before I walked out of my bedroom and down towards Taylor's bedroom.

"Chad, darling, you look dashing," Taylor's mom, June Lynn McKessie, told me with a bright smile as she hugged me.

"Thanks, June," I replied as I hugged her back and kissed her cheek, "You look beautiful, I love the new haircut."

"Thank you," the mom replied to me before we turned our heads towards Taylor's bedroom door only to find that it was Taylor's older and married sister coming out of the bedroom.

"Hey Monica," I greeted with a smile as I hugged twenty-one year old, Monica Lynn McCall.

"Hey, Chad," Monica replied as she hugged me before we pulled away. I watched as she and her mom looked at each other and smirked.

"Okay, what's up?" I asked them.

"Whatever do you mean?" They asked innocently together.

"Uh-uh, that innocent act doesn't work with me unless it's Taylor or Gabriella so what's up?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," they said and hearing the door open, they both bid me goodbye and ran down the hall leaving me looking at them totally and utterly confused.

Hearing a cough behind me, I turned my head towards Taylor's bedroom door only to have my eyes go wide at the sight in front of me. There stood my beautiful African American, high-IQ girlfriend dressed in a pair of dark wash, destroyed skinny jeans from A&F, the pair of black leather Pour La Victoire high heeled boots that I got her for Christmas, a navy lace trim cami under a white and hot pink mid-thigh length long sleeve sweater while around her neck sat a hot pink beaded necklace and in her ears a pair of sterling silver hoop earrings. Her makeup was kept simple, just the way we both liked it and I smiled when I noticed that her hair was just the way I liked it, in her short bob style length with each strand of hair curled. "Taylor, baby, you look gorgeous, and that's no lie."

"Well, then my mom and sister did their job didn't they?" She asked me with a smile as she walked back into the room to grab her black peacoat winter jacket, purple leather gloves, and a purple scarf with a matching hat. She also grabbed her favorite Christmas present, a purple leather Marc by Marc Jacobs handbag, a gift from her daddy dearest. "Well, I'm ready what about you?"

"Of course," I replied as she slipped a pair of white and gold Marc Jacobs sunglasses over her eyes to shade them from the bright sun outside before she walked towards me and looped her arm through mine.

(Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum – Washington, D.C.)

"Chad, what are we doing here?" She asked me when the black limo pulled up to the museum that looked to be deserted.

"Oh, you'll see," I told her with a secretive smile, and I kept that smile as she slide out of the limo after the driver opened the door followed by me sliding out after her. Taking her hand, I led her up the steps and opened up the door for her to go first and then first through the metal detectors.

"Ah, Mr. Danforth it's an honor to meet you," a middle aged man said as he walked up to my girlfriend and I, shaking my hand with a smile when he reached us, "And I take it this beauty beside you is your girlfriend, Ms. McKessie?"

"She sure is," I replied to the person with a bright smile, wrapping my arm protectively around her waist.

"Hello, Ms. McKessie my name's Tom Crouch, the curator of the National Air and Space Museum," the man informed my confused girlfriend, "I've spoken with Mr. Danforth for some time now and he's gone through a great deal to set up this private tour and surprise for you so if you'll follow me we'll start our tour."

Together, the curator lead us through the museum, briefing us or well mostly me seeing as my girlfriend knew mostly everything about some of the things in this building.

"Now this one should look familiar to you both," Tom informed us as we stopped in front of a bright red airplane, "This is a Lockhead Vega 5B and it was flown by who twice in their many aviation records?"

"Amelia Earhart," I answered the trivia question with a proud smile.

"Looks like someone paid attention in history class," Tom commented.

Before I had a chance to shake my head in agreement, Taylor spoke up and said with a roll of her eyes, "No, he just knew that from 'Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian', he's liked addicted to the movie."

"Babe, it's like Ben Stiller's best movie," I told her in a 'duh' tone causing her to roll her eyes and Tom to laugh at us.

"It's okay, Mr. Danforth I happen to love that movie too," the curator informed us, and with a smirk I turned to my girlfriend and stuck my tongue at her only to have her do it back causing all three of us to laugh.

"Amelia Earhart is probably the most famous female pilot in aviation history, and maybe even more famous than male pilots, an accolade due both to her aviation career and to her mysterious disappearance. On May twentieth and twenty-first in the year 1932, Earhart became the first woman, and the second person after Charles Lindbergh, to fly nonstop and solo across the Atlantic Ocean. Flying this plane, she left Harbor Grace, Newfoundland, Canada, and landed about 15 hours later near Londonderry, Northern Ireland. The feat made Earhart an instant worldwide sensation and proved she was a courageous and able pilot. Then, on August twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth, she made the first solo, nonstop flight by a woman across the United States, from Los Angeles to Newark, New Jersey, establishing a women's record of 19 hours and 5 minutes and setting a women's distance record of 2,447 miles." He continued to inform us about Ms. Amelia Earhart, "Earhart decided to make a world flight and she planned a route as close to the equator as possible, which meant flying several long overwater legs to islands in the Pacific Ocean. On March 20, 1937, Earhart crashed on takeoff at Luke Field, Honolulu, Hawaii, ending her westbound world flight that had begun at Oakland, California. The Electra was returned to Lockheed Aircraft Company in Burbank, California, for extensive repairs. On June 1, 1937, Earhart began an eastbound around-the-world flight from Oakland, via Miami, Florida, in the Electra with Fred Noonan as her navigator. They reached Lae, New Guinea on June 29, having flown 22,000 miles with 7,000 more to go to Oakland. They then departed Lae on July 2 for the 2,556-mile flight to their next refueling stop, Howland Island, a two-mile long and less-than-a-mile wide dot in the Pacific Ocean.

Unfortunately, due to various circumstances, Earhart and the U.S. Coast Guard cutter Itasca, anchored off shore of Howland, could not complete any direct two-way radio communication and neither Earhart nor Noonan were competent at Morse Code. However, the Itasca did receive several strong voice transmissions from Earhart as she approached the area, the last at 8:43 am stating: "We are on the line of position 156-137. Will repeat message. We will repeat this message on 6210 kilocycles. Wait. Listening on 6210 kilocycles. We are running north and south." Earhart and Noonan never found Howland and they were declared lost at sea on July 19, 1937 following a massive sea and air search.

Earhart's disappearance spawned countless theories involving radio problems, poor communication, navigation or pilot skills, other landing sites, spy missions and imprisonment, and even living quietly in New Jersey or on a rubber plantation in the Philippines. The most reasonable explanation, based on the known facts of her flight, is that they were unable to locate Howland Island, ran out of fuel, and ditched into the Pacific Ocean.

Earhart's disappearance remains one of the great unsolved mysteries of the 20th century, and it often overshadows her true legacies as a courageous and dedicated aviator and as an enduring inspiration to women."

"And that's why she's one of my many female inspirations," Taylor quietly said, just barely where I could hear it causing me to smile and pull her closer to my side, so I could place a kiss on the side of her head.

CHAYLOR*CHAYLOR*CHAYLOR

"Now, this is where you and I are to go our separate ways," Tom informed us, "Behind me and down the hall, Ms. McKessie is your surprise from Mr. Danforth. Mr. Danforth, you're surprise is all set up and ready to go, we hope that we've done everything just like you wanted us too and I'd personally like to say thank you and it's been a pleasure being your private tour guide for this wonderful day. Have a Happy Valentine's Day."

Smiling, Tom bide us goodbye before I led Taylor down the hall and into an elevator. As the elevator took us up to our destination, Taylor kept asking questions and I kept making her frustrated because I would just smile and say nothing and finally she didn't have to be frustrated at me anymore because she had found my surprise, there on one of two levels of the Donald D. Engen Tower I had asked for them to set up a private dinner for us that gave us a 360 degree bird's eye view of Washington Dulles International Airport and the surrounding area.

"Oh, Chad, it's beautiful," she whispered with a smile and glistening tears in her eyes and with a bright smile she turned towards me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she titled her head up and connected our lips in a passionate kiss.

Pulling back from the kiss, we set our foreheads on each other and whispered at the same time, "I love you, Happy Valentine's Day."

TO BE CONTINUED…

Well, there you Chaylor lovers have it. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review thanks again for reading it.

Love,

Jessica.

"Love is the condition in which the happiness of another persona is essential to your own."

~ Robert Heinlein