The New Member
The Journey
Noortje’s POV
I was standing in the shower with the door wide open. Before Tony and I were going to leave for the airport I insisted on taking a shower. I was sticky and sweaty and they wouldn’t let me shower yesterday because I ‘wasn’t strong enough’. So all I did after Jaime, Mike, and Vic left, was sleep, with Tony staying by side the entire time. I felt relieved that they knew about my relationship with Tony. We would no longer have to hide it and could be a lot more comfortable around each other.
I’ll now answer the question you’re probably thinking of. Why is the door wide open? Well, it’s a very simple answer. Tony first insisted that he were to come into the bathroom with me so he could help me shower, but I happily refused. The only compromise was that I had to keep the door open, so if he was needed he could always come in easily, which wasn’t that bad actually. To be honest, I was a bit afraid, but I didn’t want him watching me.
“Tony?” I called out.
“Yeah,” he shouted back.
“Can you give me my clothes and the stuff the doctor gave me.”
“Sure.”
Tony walked in with the sweater and sweatpants Vic, Mike, and Jaime packed me when they also had brought clothes for Tony to change into after they saw he was covered in blood. He had carefully placed a packet of what the doctor had given me on top of the clothes and gave me a shy smile before walking out of the bathroom.
You might be asking yourself what it was what the doctor gave me. Some people might say it’s too embarrassing to talk about, but I honestly don’t give a shit. I had just had a miscarriage and was still bleeding as my body was still trying to get rid of all the waste, or baby material as I liked to call it. The bleeding was quite bad, so the doctor had provided me with pads that resembled diapers. No, they weren’t comfortable, and yes, I did feel like everybody could see I was wearing them, but I’d rather have that than being afraid of leaking every second. I put one of them in my panties and pulled them on, before putting on my clothes, not bothering with a bra. My breasts were still sensitive and were apparently going to be that way for a couple of more days.
I walked into the room and saw Tony had his back to me, so I slowly creeped up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso and nuzzed my head in the crook of his neck. He turned around in the embrace and wrapped his arms around me.
“How are you feeling?” He asked while kissing my forehead.
“Like I want to sleep.”
Tony chuckled, “You’ll be able to do that in the plane.”
“But not without you,” I whined, “Why do we have to be on opposite ends of the plane?”
“Because we got last minute tickets, and we aren’t that far away from each other. Only 11 rows away from each other on the first flight, and we are on the same row on the second flight, we can probably ask the people next to us if we could switch seats then.”
I nodded and took a deep breath. 17 hours of traveling did not sound good right now. I would have to awkwardly switch out the pads on the plane and in the airport. At least I would be able to go straight to bed when we get home, just don’t ask me to drive home first.
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Tony and I were standing in the que, waiting to get on the plane. For some reason I felt nervous, maybe it was the fact that Tony was going to be so far away from me, or it could also have been that I felt awkward with all my bodily functions going on right now. All I knew was that I had a bad feeling. My stomach was churning and I was feeling sick. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Tony?” I managed to croak out.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you sitting again?”
“Umm, 27D.” He said while checking his boarding pass, “Why?”
“Just in case I want to come to you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll come to check up of you every once in awhile. 39C, right?”
“Yeah.” I replied and let out a deep breath, hoping to get rid of the pit in my stomach.
“Is everything ok?”
I nodded, afraid that I would throw up as soon as I opened my mouth.
We finally had gotten onto the plane and I was dreading leaving Tony at row 27. What if something terrible happened and he wouldn’t be there? What if I needed his help, but he wouldn’t know, and I wouldn’t be able to reach out to him? I could feel myself starting to panic and my breathing became more rapid, but I couldn’t worry Tony. He would just overreact.
Tony put his bag in the overhead locker and turned around to meet me.
“I’ll come check up on you as soon as I’m allowed to, ok?”
I attempted a smile and nodded my head. He kissed my cheek and sat down, leaving me to find my own seat.
I continued down the aisle and found an old man sitting at the window, and a guy that seemed a bit older than Tony was sitting in the middle. He had brown hair that was slightly shorter on the sides, and was wearing a blue button up shirt underneath a beige sweater. If I had to be honest I would say he was pretty cute. I smiled at them and took my seat at the aisle.
The plane slowly pulled to the runway and I looked to my left and saw that both men had fallen asleep. I wish it were that easy for me to fall asleep, but not everybody is that lucky I guess. We suddenly started speeding up and the entire vehicle was rattling. I always hated this part, it made me think of everything that could possibly go wrong. In no time we were off the ground and ascending in the air. All I had to think about was being able to see Tony again soon, not everything that could happen leading to us crashing.
I started counting up to thirty and back down. I never had to do that unless I felt really anxious… What was going on? At least my trick helped pass the time and the seat belt sign turned off. Apparently Tony was also waiting for it to happen, because just seconds later he was already by my side. The weird feeling I was having disappeared in no time.
“How are you doing?” He stroked my cheek as I looked up at him.
“I’m good so far. I think I’m just going to try to get some sleep, the flight is 8 hours long anyway.” I mumbled.
“Ok,” He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, “ If you need me you know where to go.”
He left me alone once again and my stomach started doing flips again. I decided to rip open the plastic bag containing the blanket and wrapped it around myself. With nothing to do, I stared at the blue carpet which was slowly wearing down and turning brown. Why did they always use the most boring fabrics in airplanes? They could probably use tonnes of different patterns to make them happier and less stale. In my mind I started creating many different possibilities, some a lot better than others.
After about 20 minutes of staring and imagining I decided to actually try to get some sleep, but, me being me, I of course had troubles. I got out of my seat and managed the find my phone and headphones in my bag. Music always seemed to get me to sleep. I sat back in my chair and plug in my headphones, looking for a good playlist. I pulled the blanket back over myself and curled up in the seat, so I was facing the aisle. The beginning chords of Iris started playing and I slowly started drifting off.
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When I woke up I had slight cramps, which were painful enough to make me want to vomit. I curled up further into a ball and pulled the blanket up to my neck. Why couldn’t the pain just stop? I had been feeling sick for 8 weeks, and now I also get pain along with it. Wasn’t this just great. All I hoped for now was that Tony would come soon, he was able to get rid of the sick feeling before, so it would probably go away when I see him again.
It was as if he could read my mind, because I could see Tony slowly emerging from the curtains that separated the different parts of the airplane. He was only illuminated by the little light that was coming from above the overhead lockers and the occasional person who turned on their own personal light. My eyes followed him as he crouched in front of me in the aisle. He made eye contact with the person sitting next to me, and smiled, before looking back at me. I felt the cramps starting up again and cowered away slightly.
Tony reached out a pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear, “Are you ok? You’re looking kinda pale.”
I shook my head, “I feel really sick.”
“Cramps?”
“As well.”
“Have you taken some painkillers? They might help.”
I shook my head again, which made Tony stand up and reach into my bag, taking out a small cardboard box. He read the back and took out the pills, giving me two. I grabbed the small water bottle provided and swallowed down the pills, leaving a horrible taste in my mouth. Tony placed his hand on my cheek after I had rested my head again. A tear made its way down my cheek, but Tony quickly wiped it away and continued rubbing afterwards.
“I feel so sick.” I mumbled again, more tears threatening to spill.
“I know, baby, I know.” Tony murmured.
We sat in silence for a while as tears slowly streamed one by one. Tony looked at me sadly, desperately wanting to help me, but knowing he couldn’t.
“Excuse me,” The guy next to me directed at Tony, “Would you like to switch seats?”
“Umm,” Tony looked at me and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
I nodded my head, while trying to wipe some tears away.
“If it doesn’t cause any inconvenience,” Tony replied.
“Oh no, don’t worry. I can see she really needs you right now.”
“Thanks man… My seat’s 27D. I’ll just go get my stuff, and then it’s all yours.” With that Tony walked off.
I let the brown haired guy out and looked at him.
“Thank you,” I sniffled.
“No problem.” He smiled back and walked away through the curtain.
The next time the curtains opened, Tony was walking back towards me. He placed his bag next to mine and climbed over me to sit in the middle. I put up the armrest and leaned into his side taking in his scent. It immediately calmed me down and the pains slowly quieted down (it could also possibly have been the painkillers starting to work, but I like to think it was because of Tony). With him by my side I could fall asleep a lot easier. Maybe this eight hour, or only 6 hours left of a flight wasn’t going to be too bad.
I was standing in the shower with the door wide open. Before Tony and I were going to leave for the airport I insisted on taking a shower. I was sticky and sweaty and they wouldn’t let me shower yesterday because I ‘wasn’t strong enough’. So all I did after Jaime, Mike, and Vic left, was sleep, with Tony staying by side the entire time. I felt relieved that they knew about my relationship with Tony. We would no longer have to hide it and could be a lot more comfortable around each other.
I’ll now answer the question you’re probably thinking of. Why is the door wide open? Well, it’s a very simple answer. Tony first insisted that he were to come into the bathroom with me so he could help me shower, but I happily refused. The only compromise was that I had to keep the door open, so if he was needed he could always come in easily, which wasn’t that bad actually. To be honest, I was a bit afraid, but I didn’t want him watching me.
“Tony?” I called out.
“Yeah,” he shouted back.
“Can you give me my clothes and the stuff the doctor gave me.”
“Sure.”
Tony walked in with the sweater and sweatpants Vic, Mike, and Jaime packed me when they also had brought clothes for Tony to change into after they saw he was covered in blood. He had carefully placed a packet of what the doctor had given me on top of the clothes and gave me a shy smile before walking out of the bathroom.
You might be asking yourself what it was what the doctor gave me. Some people might say it’s too embarrassing to talk about, but I honestly don’t give a shit. I had just had a miscarriage and was still bleeding as my body was still trying to get rid of all the waste, or baby material as I liked to call it. The bleeding was quite bad, so the doctor had provided me with pads that resembled diapers. No, they weren’t comfortable, and yes, I did feel like everybody could see I was wearing them, but I’d rather have that than being afraid of leaking every second. I put one of them in my panties and pulled them on, before putting on my clothes, not bothering with a bra. My breasts were still sensitive and were apparently going to be that way for a couple of more days.
I walked into the room and saw Tony had his back to me, so I slowly creeped up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso and nuzzed my head in the crook of his neck. He turned around in the embrace and wrapped his arms around me.
“How are you feeling?” He asked while kissing my forehead.
“Like I want to sleep.”
Tony chuckled, “You’ll be able to do that in the plane.”
“But not without you,” I whined, “Why do we have to be on opposite ends of the plane?”
“Because we got last minute tickets, and we aren’t that far away from each other. Only 11 rows away from each other on the first flight, and we are on the same row on the second flight, we can probably ask the people next to us if we could switch seats then.”
I nodded and took a deep breath. 17 hours of traveling did not sound good right now. I would have to awkwardly switch out the pads on the plane and in the airport. At least I would be able to go straight to bed when we get home, just don’t ask me to drive home first.
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Tony and I were standing in the que, waiting to get on the plane. For some reason I felt nervous, maybe it was the fact that Tony was going to be so far away from me, or it could also have been that I felt awkward with all my bodily functions going on right now. All I knew was that I had a bad feeling. My stomach was churning and I was feeling sick. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Tony?” I managed to croak out.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you sitting again?”
“Umm, 27D.” He said while checking his boarding pass, “Why?”
“Just in case I want to come to you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll come to check up of you every once in awhile. 39C, right?”
“Yeah.” I replied and let out a deep breath, hoping to get rid of the pit in my stomach.
“Is everything ok?”
I nodded, afraid that I would throw up as soon as I opened my mouth.
We finally had gotten onto the plane and I was dreading leaving Tony at row 27. What if something terrible happened and he wouldn’t be there? What if I needed his help, but he wouldn’t know, and I wouldn’t be able to reach out to him? I could feel myself starting to panic and my breathing became more rapid, but I couldn’t worry Tony. He would just overreact.
Tony put his bag in the overhead locker and turned around to meet me.
“I’ll come check up on you as soon as I’m allowed to, ok?”
I attempted a smile and nodded my head. He kissed my cheek and sat down, leaving me to find my own seat.
I continued down the aisle and found an old man sitting at the window, and a guy that seemed a bit older than Tony was sitting in the middle. He had brown hair that was slightly shorter on the sides, and was wearing a blue button up shirt underneath a beige sweater. If I had to be honest I would say he was pretty cute. I smiled at them and took my seat at the aisle.
The plane slowly pulled to the runway and I looked to my left and saw that both men had fallen asleep. I wish it were that easy for me to fall asleep, but not everybody is that lucky I guess. We suddenly started speeding up and the entire vehicle was rattling. I always hated this part, it made me think of everything that could possibly go wrong. In no time we were off the ground and ascending in the air. All I had to think about was being able to see Tony again soon, not everything that could happen leading to us crashing.
I started counting up to thirty and back down. I never had to do that unless I felt really anxious… What was going on? At least my trick helped pass the time and the seat belt sign turned off. Apparently Tony was also waiting for it to happen, because just seconds later he was already by my side. The weird feeling I was having disappeared in no time.
“How are you doing?” He stroked my cheek as I looked up at him.
“I’m good so far. I think I’m just going to try to get some sleep, the flight is 8 hours long anyway.” I mumbled.
“Ok,” He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, “ If you need me you know where to go.”
He left me alone once again and my stomach started doing flips again. I decided to rip open the plastic bag containing the blanket and wrapped it around myself. With nothing to do, I stared at the blue carpet which was slowly wearing down and turning brown. Why did they always use the most boring fabrics in airplanes? They could probably use tonnes of different patterns to make them happier and less stale. In my mind I started creating many different possibilities, some a lot better than others.
After about 20 minutes of staring and imagining I decided to actually try to get some sleep, but, me being me, I of course had troubles. I got out of my seat and managed the find my phone and headphones in my bag. Music always seemed to get me to sleep. I sat back in my chair and plug in my headphones, looking for a good playlist. I pulled the blanket back over myself and curled up in the seat, so I was facing the aisle. The beginning chords of Iris started playing and I slowly started drifting off.
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When I woke up I had slight cramps, which were painful enough to make me want to vomit. I curled up further into a ball and pulled the blanket up to my neck. Why couldn’t the pain just stop? I had been feeling sick for 8 weeks, and now I also get pain along with it. Wasn’t this just great. All I hoped for now was that Tony would come soon, he was able to get rid of the sick feeling before, so it would probably go away when I see him again.
It was as if he could read my mind, because I could see Tony slowly emerging from the curtains that separated the different parts of the airplane. He was only illuminated by the little light that was coming from above the overhead lockers and the occasional person who turned on their own personal light. My eyes followed him as he crouched in front of me in the aisle. He made eye contact with the person sitting next to me, and smiled, before looking back at me. I felt the cramps starting up again and cowered away slightly.
Tony reached out a pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear, “Are you ok? You’re looking kinda pale.”
I shook my head, “I feel really sick.”
“Cramps?”
“As well.”
“Have you taken some painkillers? They might help.”
I shook my head again, which made Tony stand up and reach into my bag, taking out a small cardboard box. He read the back and took out the pills, giving me two. I grabbed the small water bottle provided and swallowed down the pills, leaving a horrible taste in my mouth. Tony placed his hand on my cheek after I had rested my head again. A tear made its way down my cheek, but Tony quickly wiped it away and continued rubbing afterwards.
“I feel so sick.” I mumbled again, more tears threatening to spill.
“I know, baby, I know.” Tony murmured.
We sat in silence for a while as tears slowly streamed one by one. Tony looked at me sadly, desperately wanting to help me, but knowing he couldn’t.
“Excuse me,” The guy next to me directed at Tony, “Would you like to switch seats?”
“Umm,” Tony looked at me and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
I nodded my head, while trying to wipe some tears away.
“If it doesn’t cause any inconvenience,” Tony replied.
“Oh no, don’t worry. I can see she really needs you right now.”
“Thanks man… My seat’s 27D. I’ll just go get my stuff, and then it’s all yours.” With that Tony walked off.
I let the brown haired guy out and looked at him.
“Thank you,” I sniffled.
“No problem.” He smiled back and walked away through the curtain.
The next time the curtains opened, Tony was walking back towards me. He placed his bag next to mine and climbed over me to sit in the middle. I put up the armrest and leaned into his side taking in his scent. It immediately calmed me down and the pains slowly quieted down (it could also possibly have been the painkillers starting to work, but I like to think it was because of Tony). With him by my side I could fall asleep a lot easier. Maybe this eight hour, or only 6 hours left of a flight wasn’t going to be too bad.
Notes
Just a short filler chapter thing. Their journey will continue next chapter, I just felt like I had to update for some reason.
I hope you guys are still liking this story. I'm not sure if you're liking the direction where this is going. Please tell me what you think.
- DSN
@Nickyvlxx
Hahaha, thank you. You can totally see how my writing has developed in this story; the first chapters are written so bad. I'm excited for our story as well.
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