“We could stay at your condo for a few days, and then my house for a few days, and see which one we like the best,” Krystina suggested, shifting in the smooth leather seat and taking another bite of the decadent meal that had been prepared by the professional chef onboard the private jet.
They hadn’t taken into consideration the subject of where they would live after they got home to Kingston until they were on the flight home. Combining two households shouldn’t be too difficult as long as they were flexible.
“I’m not picky,” Alex said, reaching for her hand. “I can sleep anywhere, as long as I get to sleep next to you. We can live at your house.” Although eating was a necessity, sitting on separate airplane seats, no matter how luxurious, was too many feet apart. Riding onboard a jet with two babies, a prince and princess, a chef, an attendant, and two pilots for almost twenty-four hours was near torture.
“Ah, you’re so sweet, Alex.” Krystina leaned over to give him a kiss. “All I want is to sleep next to you as well. Of course, sleep wasn’t really what I had in mind.”
“Me neither,” Alex mumbled. Being newlyweds meant every waking moment they longed to be in each other’s arms, and sleeping was an unfortunate necessity. Being around other people should not be required. And yet it was.
“You two are gross.” Mark held a bottle and gently rocked baby Owen in his arms while Hazel fed bits of cooked vegetables, cut up fruit, and perfectly marinated chicken breast to their two-year-old, Aaron. Even though she placed just a few pieces of food on his tray at a time, some pieces ended up on the carpet. “There are children on this airplane, and we are trying to eat.”
“I am trying to eat!” Aaron held up a smushed baby carrot that looked like it had been half-eaten already. “I am gross.” All the adults chuckled. Aaron was buckled into a portable highchair that had been strapped in place, effectively destroying another expensive leather airplane seat.
“We’re just talking about naptime, little buddy,” Alex said, picking up a chunk of melon that had been knocked to the floor. He reached over to a make-shift garbage bag and flicked the bit of melon. “Are you almost ready for your naptime?”
“Nope.” Aaron shook his head adamantly then yawned involuntarily. “No nap.” His tone made it clear that he was in charge, or at least thought he was.
“I’m ready for my nap,” Hazel said, only half-faking a yawn if her countenance was any indication. “I’m so tired I could fall asleep in this chair.”
“Can I sleep in your chair too, mommy?” Aaron asked.
“Not until after you finish your dinner and get your little hands cleaned off,” Hazel answered him, her face serious.
Aaron picked up another bite of food, chewing quickly in anticipation of snuggling in a chair with his mommy.
“Not sleeping in the back bedroom this evening?” Alex asked Hazel, attempting to keep his voice free of hope but knowing he failed miserably.
“No, Mark and I decided we’d like you and Krystina to sleep in the back bedroom this trip since you had to sleep in the uncomfortable airplane seats on the way here,” Hazel said. If snuggling together in a spacious and luxurious leather seat on a private jet could be considered uncomfortable, then yes. Since that had been the first time he’d fallen asleep with Krystina in his arms, the experience hadn’t been all that bad.
“And because we’re afraid of what may or may not happen in front of our children if you don’t,” Mark mumbled. Valid concern considering Alex was having a hard time keeping his hands off his new bride in broad daylight with everyone still awake.
“Are you finished with dinner, sweetheart?” Alex turned to Krystina, his face a complete mask of pretend innocence. His heart raced with anticipation of adjourning present company.
“Don’t you want desert?” Krystina asked, stabbing her last bite of chicken before delicately placing the bite on her tongue and slowly pulling her fork back through her lips. Alex almost moaned out loud.
“Yep… I sure do.” Alex raised his eyebrows at her.
“Please leave,” Mark commanded in controlled humor. “I don’t want to see the two of you until we land, and then for about six weeks after we’re home.”
All four adults chuckled again, and Aaron laughed heartily, even though his two-year-old brain had no idea why he was laughing.
“If you insist, Your Highness.” Alex pushed aside the tray where his dinner had rested and rose from his seat. He leaned over and kissed Aaron on his forehead then offered his hand to help Krystina up from her seat.
“Were we ever that bad?” Mark grumbled to Hazel.
“We still are sweetheart.” Hazel reached over to place her hand on Mark’s knee.
“Hence the reason you’re soon to be celebrating baby number three.” Alex leaned over and kissed Owen’s forehead where he was nearly asleep in Mark’s arms, still with the bottle half in and half out of his little mouth.
“I owe you a sincere apology.” Mark looked up at Alex with remorse.
“Well, my prince, you just paid me back by giving up your comfortable bed for this tortuously long plane ride.” Alex patted Mark on the shoulder then held out his hand inviting Krystina to lead the way. Before leaving the main cabin, Alex perused the cart laden with deserts and selected a piece of cheesecake and bowl of strawberries. “I believe the lady asked for dessert.”
Krystina giggled and Mark faked a gagging sound. With no further discussion, Alex followed his bride to the back bedroom, pulled the door shut behind them and clicked the lock into place.