Hazel only threw up once on the helicopter south to the airport, and twice on the plane during take-off and when they hit some turbulence. Her incapacity while flying allowed Alex and Krystina the perfect opportunity to entertain a baby and a toddler in the enclosed space of the private jet with very little in the way of entertainment.
Alex donned headphones with Aaron to watch a Disney movie and lounged in the opulent leather seats. They both fell asleep within twenty minutes. He awoke several hours later to find Krystina snuggling baby Owen, who was eight months of pure boy under normal conditions.
“How did you get him so calm and serene?” Alex asked with a yawn. “And where are Mark and Hazel?”
“I’ve been singing to him.” Krystina poked little Owen on the tip of his nose, and he wrinkled his face then stretched and settled into her arms with a sleepy sigh. “Hazel threw up again and Mark took her into the bedroom to see if he could get her to fall asleep if he held her in their bed rather than try to sleep in an airplane seat.”
“Yeah, as luxurious as these seats are compared to a normal airplane, nothing’s comfortable when you’re six months pregnant,” Alex said then smiled at his girlfriend. “Look at you, baby whisperer. He’s almost asleep.”
“Do you think there’s a crib or pack and play or something around here?” Krystina glanced around. “My arms are going to fall off if I try to hold him all night.”
“I think that’s why they brought the car seat,” Alex said, pointing over to the other side of the cabin. “It’s already latched onto one of the airplane seats—with complete disregard for the fine leather—so we can lay him in there and strap him in.”
“I’m sure they can afford to replace the leather.” Krystina leaned forward and Alex scooped little Owen from her arms into his and carried him over to where the car seat waited. Krystina helped him wriggle the sleeping baby into the straps, barely containing her laughter at their inability to care for one child with both of them helping. “How many adults does it take to strap a baby into a car seat?”
“Apparently more than two.” Alex chuckled as they finally got the little guy comfortable and settled. They stood side-by-side gazing down at their accomplishment. He held up his hand to her for a high five. “I hope these things come with instruction manuals or you and I are in trouble.”
“Car seats?” Krystina raised her eyebrows and snickered. “Of course, they do.”
“No,” Alex said, taking Krystina’s hand. “Babies.”
“Come on, let’s you and I find someplace to sleep.” He pulled her away from Mark and Hazel’s baby with a seductive wiggle of his eyebrows.
“I don’t think there are two bedrooms on this private jet.” Krystina giggled again. “Besides, I don’t want our first time to be on an airplane with zero privacy hoping we don’t wake two sleeping babies, one sick princess, and a very perceptive crown prince.”
“Oh, honey, our first time will be on our wedding night,” Alex assured her. “And I promise we will have privacy.”
She made a show of wiping her brow and exaggerated, “Phew, good thing. I was worried for a minute there.” Her playful grin told a different story.
“That’s not to say we can’t snuggle on one of these leather chairs.” Alex leaned close to her ear. “They recline into beds and are definitely big enough for two.”
“I’m game,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I bet you are, he thought. If her bedroom eyes were any indication, Alex had little doubt she would be up for anything he suggested. If he was willing to compromise her virtue, she would be in his bed faster than he could invite her. For now, she’d have to be satisfied with snuggling.
Alex sat in one of the seats far enough away from the boys to not awaken them with conversation but close enough to see them both in case they woke up. Using the electronic lever, he lowered the seat back as far as it would go and opened his arms for her to join him.
Krystina grabbed one of the blankets on board the luxury jet and climbed onto the seat, sort of beside Alex but mostly on top of him. Alex couldn’t stop the grin on his face. This was as close as he could come to sleeping with her without actually sleeping with her.
Who was he kidding? He was about to sleep with her in his arms. Did that count as sleeping together? Maybe.
Intimacy was such a strange concept anyway. In a way, having her in his arms was just as intimate with or without clothes. He was going to treasure this tiny moment of time together before they had to pretend to be responsible adults again tomorrow.
He didn’t dare kiss her or allow himself to think of their future nights together once they were married. He knew neither of them would want to stop at kissing. Instead he tucked her into his arms, pulled the blanket around them, and sighed with contentment, allowing the hum of the jet engines lull him to sleep.