They were both exhausted, and the idea of one more flight with John right now about did them in. They were in Toronto now, 13 hours after their ordeal at the airport. Lisa was doing her best with John, carrying him around while Jack was at the counter now dealing with their flight to Calgary. She'd been really hesitant to let him do the talking; Jack hated to travel, and she was very used to it, delays and all, but she'd turned it over to him when she could tell that this was some "man thing" he wanted to do, to take care of his family or something like that. She could tell back in France at the counter, Jack wanted to step in, to help, to be more involved, but he didn't speak French, and his frustration would have come through-did come through-must faster than hers. She'd tried to be sensible and business-like, and thankfully, they'd gotten out of the country, had a safe flight across the Atlantic, and after getting through their own customs and immigration, were all three back in Canada. Now, they were just on the wrong side of the country and with delays and all, were not on the plane to Calgary now as they should have been.

John, who was just overly tired and cranky from the long travel, continued to fuss. She couldn't blame him and was ready to just start fussing herself. He'd been a good baby on the plane for the most part. He'd had one rough half hour where she and Jack had taken turns walking him around, and that had quieted him eventually. Now, though, she figured, even with as tired as he was, he probably wanted to stretch out a little, so she glanced around, found a quiet spot, because it was after midnight now, and she moved the stroller there and spread out his blanket. If he was going to fuss anyways, he might as well work on his tummy time.

She focused on him, grunting as she sat down on the floor and made sure John had a clean space to stretch out on his blanket. The airport wasn't empty, but it wasn't busy like it was during the day, and it was easy to find a space for him. John grew much quieter once she had him on his tummy and put his toys in front of him again. This time, she smiled when he was able to reach for one.

Lisa's phone rang, and she dug it out, wondering who was calling her at this late hour. It was earlier back in Hudson, but she wasn't keeping in touch with anyone, unless it happened to be the girls trying to reach them.

"Jack?" Lisa answered, looking up from where she was sitting.

"Where did you go? I am finished at the counter and can't find you," he said.

"Over by the windows," she told him. "John needed to stretch out. I can see that you've now turned your phone back on since you no longer have international charges," she chuckled at that, but he just groaned into the phone. The two hung up, and a minute later, Jack came into view, gesturing with his hands that he'd found her. As he walked up, he scowled and dropped his head.

"Lise, really, tummy time now? Come on, kid has been through enough today. Look," he said, his heart almost melting in the expression on his face, "he's miserable."

Lisa glanced down and back to Jack, shaking her head and then laughing at him. She pointed to Jack, "You're miserable watching him. He's actually fine, see," she gestured, "no crying, and he did reach for and touch the toy I put in front of him. Jack," she grinned and shook her head, "it's really sweet, how much you hate watching him struggle just a little, but I've told you he has to do this."

Jack dropped into the chair next to Lisa, but she was sitting up against the chairs on the floor by John. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. She reached up and clasped his hand in hers, and she turned her head toward him to speak.

"Dare I ask about our connection?"

He groaned and made a face, gesturing to the windows, "Early snow storm hitting in Calgary tonight. Flight is delayed or I guess now cancelled, but that's the story of the day since our flight was delayed on the tarmac in Paris. We're not getting back to Calgary tonight, maybe not until late tomorrow," he explained, squeezing her shoulder again. "They re-booked us for tomorrow afternoon, and she said we could try for stand-by, but with the storm and all, she wasn't sure they would even fly until tomorrow afternoon."

"Wow," she grinned at him. "You sound like the experienced traveler, there, Cowboy. I'm impressed." Lisa patted his hand, and Jack dropped his head, bashfully, at her compliment. He turned his head though, and she surprised him, leaning over to kiss him and give him a small smile.

"Thank you for taking care of that," she added then. "So, we need to get out of here tonight."

He nodded in agreement, "Best idea I've heard. What, though, Mrs. World Traveler," he winked at her, and she laughed, "would you suggest. The gate agent said hotels around here were booked. We aren't the only stranded passengers."

"I have a solution, no problems only solutions, right? She started to stand, and Jack helped her up. Before she picked up her phone, she reached down and picked up John, peppering him with kisses. She made a face and handed him to Jack, "He needs to be changed, and I will deal with some lodging for us if you could change him."

Jack raised an eyebrow, wondering more of her lodging solution, but he nodded. He picked up the diaper bag and looked for the restroom to change him. He nodded to Lisa, and she gave a brief wave while she studied her phone.

When Jack stepped out of the restroom with John, now cleaned up and ready to go, he almost jumped back with Lisa standing there with the stroller and bags. They had checked most things, but they had the diaper bag, Lisa's purse, and Jack's carry on bag, where Lisa had suggested they each have a change of clothing, mostly, for she'd said, if John threw up on them or something, but now, it seemed like she'd had a really good idea.

"You look like a woman on a mission," Jack told her, tilting his head at her. She nodded with a smile.

"I am," she said with a gloating grin to her face. "We can head downstairs and outside. Our ride is on the way."

"What ride? Who did you call?" Jack asked, and she, almost giddy now, just shook her head at him.

"Do you trust me?" Lisa asked.

Jack looked at her like she was crazy for even asking, and when she didn't respond, he sighed, rolled his eyes, and he played into her little game, "Yes, I trust you, but where are we going?"

"You'll just have to wait and see. He's on the way," Lisa nodded and winked.

"HE?" Jack raised an eyebrow and gave her a look. "He, oh please tell me this isn't Dan again or someone you once dated."

She chuckled, looping her arm through his, "No, I'm with the only person I've dated in gosh," she thought for a moment, "at least 10 years. Not much into dating, but you knew that from when we first went to the fishing cabin and talked about those things."

He raised an eyebrow again as they walked, "Then, who is HE?"

She swatted at his arm and grinned, "I like seeing this jealous side. It is flattering, and maybe that would have moved things along faster for us over the last SEVEN YEARS," she enunciated. "Come on," she pulled at him as he pushed the stroller. "It won't take him too long to get here."

Jack gave her a side glance, and he sighed, just shaking his head, while Lisa, who should be as bone tired as he felt, seemed to have a second wind and was almost skipping through the airport. Travel, Jack knew and so wanted to say, was not all it was cracked up to be, and here it looked like he had to go spend the night with some man friend of Lisa's. It was going to be an even longer night.