This chapter, like many before it, was inspired by a specific song. I've provided it here for you to enjoy while you read. Long chapter, lots of pictures. . .It's what I do. Lol!
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****George****
As we stood watching the different sizes and colors of luggage travel along the belt at the baggage claim, I couldn’t help but feel slightly worried about ours. The sooner I had it back in my possession and able to check its contents, the better. When I had originally planned out this week, I hadn’t taken into account how I would get the most important item there without her knowing. I couldn’t keep it in a pocket or carry on thanks to airport screening which left me with only one option, putting it in the luggage.
Everything about getting it there had been stressful; as we packed I
had placed it in the suitcase after I was sure that she had packed everything,
and of course, she immediately had gone to open the bag again to place
something else in it. I thought back to that moment and how I had held my
breath and prayed that she wouldn’t open that one section. Once she had
finally zipped the bag back up and left the bedroom I had let out a sigh of
relief. The worry over her finding it in the bag had now been replaced with
fear of the luggage being lost on our way there.
So there I stood, at the baggage claim in Paradise Island,
praying the next bag that came around the curve happened to be ours. I intently
stared at each bag and startled when a hand touched my arm.
“You know, they say a watched kettle never boils. . .” She
joked and I jerked my head to look at her and she jumped a little. “Are you
always so stressed about finding your luggage?” She joked again. If she had
only known the item that I had placed in there, she wouldn’t have joked about
it.
I tried to smile. “It’s just that we’ve seen some of these
bags before and I’m starting to wonder why it’s taking so long for ours. .
.Trev already has his.” I looked over at Trev. His bag had been one of the
first to come down the line and he had moved off to the side to get out of
other people’s way.
“Hmmm. . .well, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait much
longer. . .” I turned to quickly look at her and she pointed down the way at
our bag. I impatiently waited for it to come slowly down the belt to where we
stood and snatched it up the first moment I could reach for it. We walked over
to where Trev had moved to and I couldn’t believe my luck when Steph whispered
to me that she needed to use the restroom. I waited until she had gone inside
before I made a mad dash to open the suitcase.
