Chapter one hundred and fifty- one:
Isaac found Christy standing by the terminal windows, overlooking part of the city. The sun had yet to rise, and the darkness on the other side of the window was broken only by tiny dots of street lights and miscellaneous house lights.

He smiled at her cute pajama pants with little pink hearts on them. All three girls had worn their pajamas, insisting they would sleep on the plane.

He approached behind her and gently slipped his arms around her waist. “Hey, C.” He spoke softly, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He saw her smile reflected in the glass. “The wedding stuff is done.”

“I know. Are you excited?”

“I’m impartial. I’m happy its all done with, but I kind of miss it… you only get married once, right?”

“Right.” He smiled. “But the work part is over, right? All that’s left is the fun stuff. The big party, the ceremony….”

“The honey moon?” She finished with a grin.

“Oh, right. I forgot about that.” He teased.
She laughed. “I thought you were going to Starbucks.”

“They aren’t open. Sorry… we can get coffee on the plane.” He smiled, taking her hand as she turned around to walk with him.

“Okay, you can drink that sludge. I’ll stick with water.”

“I’m fine with that. If it has caffeine in it, it serves its purpose.” He grinned.

“You know, I think I actually like flying this early in the morning. There are less people and its less of a rush to go from the front doors to the gate.”

“That’s true… and I guess we can sleep on the plane.” He shrugged.

“I can never sleep on planes.” She adjusted her carry-on over her shoulder.

“I bet you’ll sleep this time.” He brought her hand to his lips and gently brushed his lips across the back of her hand.

“I’ll take that bet.” She grinned. “How much?”

Isaac laughed. “Well, I won’t put money on it, but I’ll sing for you and you’ll be out like a light.”

Christy let go of his hand and walked ahead of him. “That’s cheating.”

He caught up with her quickly and wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up off her feet. She shrieked and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Dammit, will you two get a room?” Taylor demanded, walking past them both on his way to the gate.

“Yeah, Ike. If she’s trying to get away from you, I think that’s a sigh.” Zac teased, punching his brother in the arm.

Isaac released Christy, and with a grin, she fixed her shirt to cover her stomach.

“Come on, we’re going to miss the plane!” Becky urged.

Isaac shrugged helplessly and scooped up Christy’s bag, taking her hand again.

Christy giggled and stood up on her toes to kiss his lips.

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Taylor looked up from the window, on the plane. He had been staring out the window for nearly an hour, trying to bore himself into sleep, but as much as he tried, he just couldn’t relax enough to fall into slumber.

He glanced over at Jen who was sitting next to him with a book open on her lap. Like Christy and Becky, Jen had also worn her pajamas, but they appeared at least two sizes too big for her. She was sitting with her legs folded cross legged on the chair, staring intently at her book.

“What are you reading?” He asked, stealing a glance over her shoulder.

“Just a book of poetry I picked up.”

“Yeah? Anything good in there?”

“Umm… a few poems I really like, some of them are a little long and tedious.” She looked up at Taylor finally, and flushed slightly at their proximity.

“Oh…” Taylor cleared his throat. “We really should talk… about what happened yesterday at the mall…”

“I’d really prefer not to…” She muttered.

“I know you don’t want to, but listen, I have to tell my brothers about this. I think it will be best if-“

“No, Tay! You can’t do that! We’ll be trapped and kept prisoner even more than we already are!” She protested. “That’s not fair! You don’t know how miserable it is to be trapped in a hotel all day long!”

“Jen, listen,” He began in a more even tone. “I know you don’t like it, but its for your own good. You’ll have the body guard, the same as before, and since this was only a minor occurrence, I’d imagine that not a whole lot would change…”

Jenna sighed. “I Thought I could trust you…”

“You can!” He interrupted.

“No, I can’t.”

“This is for your own good though.”

“I don’t want what’s for my own good, I want what’s right. And that’s not being held prisoner.”

“Alright, but-“

“I don’t want to talk anymore.” Jen pushed herself up from her seat and stormed down the aisle towards the bathroom.

Taylor sighed and dropped his head into his hands.

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