Chapter 26:

Toby's POV:

It's the day after mine and Spencer's argument. I finally managed to forgive her and arranged another day with Wayne to meet up.

Spencer: Toby, I'm taking the kids to do some last minute shopping.

Toby: Ok. Could you get me some flip flops please.

Spencer: Yeah, what size?

Toby: 12.

Spencer: Ok.

Spencer leaves with the kids and I decide to get the suitcases down from the attic. When they get home, I'm sitting in the kitchen, reading the paper.

Toby: Hey, how come your back so early?

Spencer: Oh, it wasn't busy. Here's your flip flops.

Toby: Thanks. What did you get for yourself and the kids?

Spencer: I got the kids another outfit each and some sandals and for me I got a new summer dress. Look.

I look up from the paper to see my wife holding a white dress against her body.

Spencer: What do you think?

Toby: You, um, look amazing!

Spencer: Thanks, and there's plenty more where that came from.

My wife gives me a seductive smile and then walks upstairs. I follow her and help her pack some stuff.

Toby: What do you want for dinner?

Spencer: How about pizza?

Toby: Ok.

Spencer: I'll put the oven on.

Spencer's POV:

I go downstairs and turn the oven on and get the pizza out from the freezer. Toby comes downstairs and starts to make a drink.

Toby: Shit.

I'm sorting out fries to go with the pizza, when my socks become suddenly soaked with a mysterious liquid. I turn around and look at the floor to see that orange juice is spreading over the floor.

Spencer: Here.

I grab some tissue and hand Toby a cloth.

Toby: Sorry.

Spencer: Accidents happen.

We finish clearing the spillage up and I continue to cook dinner. About 25 minutes later, me and my family are sitting round the table, eating our dinner.

Mason: Mom, can I bring my action figures to Australia?

Spencer: Only two.

Mason: But I can't choose between Max and Zen and Marlon.

Spencer: Well, it's two or nothing.

Mason: Fine!

Isabella: Mom, can I take woody and buzz?

Spencer: Yes.

We finish up dinner and then sit on the couch with two bowls of popcorn watching 'The Lion King'. The kids fall asleep, so me and Toby carry them up to bed. We go to bed ourselves. In the morning, I finish packing our stuff whilst Toby takes the kids to the park. Toby comes back with McDonald's for all of us.

Toby: Hey, did you manage ok?

Spencer: Yeah, what did you get?

Toby: I got you a Big Mac and a large Coke.

Spencer: You read my mind.

Toby's POV:

At 11:30 pm tonight, me, my wife, Georgia and our two kids will be heading to the airport for our 20 hour flight. Yes the kids might get restless from being on the plane for so long, but me and Spencer decided it would just be easier to get one flight instead of multiple.

Spencer: Toby, stay awake. We only have 4 hours till we leave. Let the Georgia and the kids sleep whilst I make sure they have their stuff.

Toby: Sorry

Spencer: Actually, wake the kids up. Then they will sleep for a bit on the plane.

Toby: Ok.

I wake the kids up. They moan but they fully wake up. Spencer takes our stuff downstairs and puts it by the door. Then, me and the kids go down stairs and sit on the couch. I give them some water to fully wake them up.

Spencer: Right, kids, if your going to take some stuff on the plane with you, can you get it packed in your backpacks?

Isabella: Which one?

Spencer: You use your Minnie Mouse one and Mason, you use your Captain America.

Mason: Ok.

Georgia: I've already got mine.

Spencer: Good girl.

The kids go upstairs and return with their backpacks.

Spencer: Toby, have you got the passports?

Toby: Spencer, we have 3 hours and 30 minutes.

Spencer: I know, but get it done now and then we don't have to do it later!

Toby: Ok, I'll get them now.

3 hours later.

We are now at the airport, boarding our plane. Georgia, Isabella and Mason are all sitting in one row and me and Toby are in the middle isle.

Spencer: You ready?

Spencer's POV:

We've been in the air for about 13 hours. We have been given some food and the Georgia and the kids have slept a lot more than I thought. Right now, Toby's is sleeping, with his mouth open. I get out my phone and take a picture. About 30 minutes later, he wakes up.

Toby: Hey. Slept much?

Spencer: A bit. How's was your sleep with the mouth wide open?

Toby: Wait what?

Spencer: Look.

I show him the photo and he just laughs.

Toby: How are the kids?

I lean forward so Toby can see them. They are sleeping, with their heads touching.

Toby: How long of the flight left have we got?

Spencer: A while, about 7 hours.

Toby: I wish we never got a direct flight.

Spencer: Well, we can't just get off.

Toby: I know. I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Toby gets out of his seat and then comes back. When he sits back down, there's an announcement.

Captain: Lady's and gentlemen, good afternoon. I hope you all slept well. You might be wondering what this announcement is for, but it's important, so listen up. We have picked up signals of strong winds. So we would like everyone to strap the belts until further notice. Flight attendants, please take your seats. Thank you.

I quickly clip the kids belts as tight as it will go and then I do mine. The strong winds eventually do come, but they are not as bad as we suspected. About 30 minutes after the turbulence, we are given permission to undo our belts.

Toby: You ok?

Spencer: I'm fine, the baby's are kicking again.

Toby: Are you sure your ok?

Toby's POV:

We have finally got off the plane. It's about 8:00 am. We get to our 5 star hotel. We sleep for quite a few hours. We wake up at about 1:00 and head down to the pool. The kids play whilst me and Spencer relax on the sun beds. We are both sunbathing when a waiter approaches us.

Waiter: Hey, could I offer you some cocktails?

Spencer: Thank you.

We take the cocktails.

Waiter: We have some activities going on in the next 5 days, and there's a pool party tonight. It's starts at 8:00. The crèche is open till 11:00.

Toby: Thank you, we probably will come. Thanks for the cocktails.

The waiter leaves.

Toby: This cocktail tastes amazing.

Spencer: And they are off!

Spencer puts her hand in the side of her stomach.

Spencer: I know I that you can't really feel kicking at this stage, but these two are little fighters.

Toby: Let's feel.

Spencer guides my hand to where the baby's are. I don't really feel it that much. I return to my position, when the kids come over.

Georgia: Can we get some ice cream?

Spencer: Yeah. Where's Isabella?

Mason: She's in the pool.

I look over to where Georgia is pointing. Nine of us can see Isabella. Me and Spencer stand up and then there's a screaming.

Isabella: Help me!

Panic sets in when I see Isabella drowning in the middle of the pool. I drop my cocktail and it smashes on the floor. I run to the pool and jump in. I swims to Isabella and drag her out. I lay her on the side of the pool. Spencer runs over to her and kneel beside her.