Chapter 122: The Airport
Friday, January 6th, Morning
They walked from the gate through the terminal with a confident style in their steps. Each step was followed by the clicks of their heels on the stone floor. Even though traveling with heels wasn't easy, but the image had to be maintained. The two women were of average height, one had lighter brown hair and the other darker brunette hair. They both also wore sunglasses against the bright light of the freezing day.
Together they rode the escalator down to the baggage claims. Every so often they would notice an eye turned towards them, checking them out. The brown-haired woman turned to the brunette.
"They still check you out," Skye Gregory said.
"They're also checking you out," Izzy Scott said, "They check me out mostly because they think they see their congresswoman."
"They're not looking at me, I look like a troll compared to you," Skye said.
"Most men or women don't even know it's me," Izzy said.
"Why?" Skye asked.
"They think I'm taller," Izzy said.
Skye laughed as they reached baggage claims. "So, what's the plan?" Skye asked.
"Collect our bags, and wait for my mom," Izzy said, "She'll take us to the Scott Building."
"Work, work, work?" Skye asked.
"A little, but I really can't wait until school's out," Izzy said.
Skye smiled, "I get you," she said.
"Thanks," Izzy said, as they waited by the baggage turnstile for their flight's bags to arrive.
"That's what friends are for," Skye said.
The Beaulieu Manor limo pulled up to the departure curb and stopped. The trunk popped open, and the driver got out to open the back door.
Brooke looked at Tucker, "Now, have a safe flight, and enjoy your time with Alix," she said.
"I will and thanks for the ride, Mom," Tucker said.
Brooke grabbed her son's hand, "I don't know if I've ever told you this enough, but I'm proud of you, Tucker," she said.
"Thanks," Tucker said.
"Now go, enjoy yourself, and tell Alix hello for me," Brooke said.
Tucker nodded, "I will, Mom," he said as the door opened and he got out, taking his suitcase from the driver. Tucker headed inside the terminal.
Brooke watched as Tucker disappeared inside the terminal. She felt the trunk close and watched the limo's back door close. Eventually, the driver got into the front seat. That was when Brooke's smartphone buzzed.
Taking out her phone, Brooke looked at the text message. She looked into the rearview mirror at the driver.
"Yes, ma'am?" The Driver asked.
"To the arrival gates, please," Brooke said.
"Ms. Scott and Ms. Gregory have arrived, Ma'am?" The Driver asked.
"Yes, they have," Brooke said.
"Very well, Ma'am," The Driver said, and put the limo into gear and pulled out into traffic.
In baggage claims, Izzy and Skye stood watching the suitcases rotate around the turnstile. Finally, they noticed their bags and stepped forward to claim them. Once they grabbed their bags they moved clear of the area. Izzy took out her smartphone and sent a text message.
"So, what are your plans for the weekend?" Izzy asked.
"Don't you have some appearances to make this weekend? I thought I'm going with you," Skye asked.
Izzy shook her head, "It's okay a few minor ones, and one of the locals could be my handler. Let them earn what I pay them. Anyways I have a feeling things are going to be getting busier for us," she said.
"Well, in my spare time, I was planning to see Connie. She's heavily pregnant," Skye said.
Izzy nodded, "Yes, see your sister, and brother-in-law, in fact, see both of your sisters, I bet Jackie misses you too," she said.
"And my parents," Skye said.
"That's great," Izzy said.
"What are your plans, other than those few appearances?" Skye asked.
Izzy sighed, "I just want to spend time with Nomi and Ellis," Izzy said.
Skye nodded, just as Izzy's smartphone buzzed. Izzy checked her phone. "My Mom's on the way," Izzy said.
Skye smiled, as they walked towards the door and the cold outside world.
Tucker passed through TSA without issue since he was pre-registered. Carrying his carry-on bag towards the terminal gate that his flight was assigned. He took a seat at the gate and put his bag down.
After a few minutes, and a few breathing exercises, he took out his smartphone, and wrote a text message. Double-checking it, he sent it.
Tucker: I did it, they accepted the video and I'm sitting at the terminal gate.
After a minute, he got his response.
Alix: That's great Tuck! I knew you could do it. Will you be able to see our show tonight?
Tucker: I don't know, but we'll know when I get there.
Alix: Alright, I can't wait to see you.
Tucker: I can't wait to see you, either.
Alix: That's not all I can't wait to do.
Tucker: LOL! Me too.
Alix: 😊
Tucker looked up just as they started to call boarding for his flight. He put his smartphone away, grabbed his bag, and boarding pass. Tucker got up and walked over towards the gate to board the plane.
The sliding glass automatic doors opened up as Skye and Izzy walked out, their wheeled suitcases trailing behind them. They looked left and right, that was when they saw the waiting Beaulieu Manor Limo parked, and the driver standing next to it holding the sign that read Scott/Gregory.
Izzy leads Skye over to the waiting limo and driver.
"Miss Izzy, Miss Skye," The Driver said.
"Is my Mom waiting for us?" Izzy asked.
"Yes Ma'am," The Driver said, "May I take your bags?"
"Yes, you may," Izzy said, which Izzy and Skye put their suitcases in front of themselves. The Driver nodded and popped the trunk. Next, he opened the limo's back door and let the two young women into the limo. The Driver closed the back door and collected the bags to put them in the trunk.
Inside the limo, Izzy removed her sunglasses and looked across the limo to Brooke. Mom and daughter traded dimpled smiles.
"Are those my sunglasses?" Brooke asked.
"Last I checked, they were mine," Izzy said.
"I mean my brand," Brooke said.
Izzy laughed, "Of course, they're the Bella Specials," she said, "Again, I hate you used that name for them."
"Bella is an acceptable nickname for Isabella, Isabella," Brooke said.
"I also hate that nickname," Izzy said.
Brooke laughed, "Well you love the sunglasses," she said.
"That I do," Izzy said, with a smile.
"I trust your flight went well," Brooke said.
Izzy nodded, "That it did," she said, "I will have a check for the ride when you bill me."
"Izzy, I'm your Mom, it's no bother and you shouldn't have to bill me," Brooke said.
"I'm a US Representative, I have to be above board, and this limo is registered to a business and not to you, so I have to pay," Izzy said.
Brooke nodded, "Fine," she said.
"Sorry Mom, it has to be this way," Izzy said.
Brooke nodded and looked to Skye, who was sitting next to Izzy. "Skye, how have you been?" Brooke asked.
"Busy mostly, Ms. Davis," Skye said.
"Skye, I've told you a million times, call me Brooke, my mom is Ms. Davis," Brooke said.
"Yes Ms. Davis," Skye said.
This caused Brooke to shake her head and laugh as the limo pulled away from the curb. "So, Skye, I saw your sister Connie, how far along is she?" she asked.
"Late second trimester, I believe," Skye said.
"Wow, I thought she's further along," Brooke said.
Skye nodded, "She's heavily pregnant, we're wondering if it's going to be twins, how big she's gotten," she said.
Brooke laughed, "They thought the same thing with me when I was pregnant with Izzy," she said, "But thank god, three babies, in diapers at the same time." Brooke shook her head, and the joke was Izzy was the shortest and slightest of her four daughters.
"Gee thanks, Mom," Izzy said.
Brooke finally looked over to Izzy. Izzy shook her head and looked over her shoulder, "The Scott Building for Ms. Gregory and myself," Izzy said.
"Yes Ma'am," The Driver said.
Izzy turned back to Brooke and put the divider window up. "Not funny, Mom," Izzy said.
"Izzy, I love you," Brooke said, "I'm just glad it was just you."
"There's something there," Izzy said.
Brooke shook her head and changed the subject. "All work, Izzy?" she asked.
Izzy shook her head, "No, I do have to make an appearance at the office, plus I have a few things to do, but I'll be at the game tonight, and I really want to spend time with Nomi and Ellis," she said.
Brooke smiled, "Good, they miss you; and Keith," she said.
"I miss them too," Izzy said, "All three of them."
"Any word when Keith is coming back?" Brooke asked.
Izzy shrugged, "I know as much as you do," she said.
"Are you opening up Leighton?" Brooke asked.
"Not for the weekend, I was hoping to stay at Beaulieu," Izzy said, "Of course I'll pay for what I use."
"Why, yes, of course, we have plenty of room, Izzy, you're always welcome," Brooke said, "And you don't have to pay."
"Thanks, Mom," Izzy said, "But the same goes for the room as does the ride," she ended with a smile and looked out the window.
"Very well then," Brooke said and looked out the other window.
