Stretching, she heard her phone buzz again and again, signaling someone was contacting her. Glancing at the clock on the phone, it was only 11:30. Amaya sighed as she unlocked her phone, to see a voicemail from the surrogate who was carrying her and her fiance's first child. "Shit." She muttered, and listened to it.
"Hey Amaya I know it is early and I just um.... wanted to call asking if you were coming to the birthing class. Wondering if you could make it or if there was a delay. Sorry to call early. Home I didn't wake you. Bye."
Feeling her heart rate slow down, she let out a sigh, and put her phone on the nightstand again, before rolling over, and expecting to find her gorgeous fiance. "Mmm... Willow... Babes, wake up. " She nudged her shoulder lightly, before pecking it, and Willow's cheek. "Babes, forreal, we've gotta get ready for the birthing class." Amaya giggled, and pecked Willow's nose.
"I hope Rosalie isn't too mad... I'm a little late." He muttered to himself. Richie stood, straightening his camouflage uniform, and making sure his boots were still laced, before opening the overhead compartment, and getting out his camouflage duffle bag.
Like a herd of cows, all the passengers slowly inched their way off the plane, and walked through a long hallway, until they reached inside the airport.
"Now.. if I'm right.. Rosalie said she'd be..." He stopped kinda by the door, and looked around. There were hundreds of people in the airport at this hour. How was he possibly going to find her? Or.. how would she recognize him? He rubbed his chin as he looked, his duffle bag straps in his right hand. Richie'd grown stubble and had longer, darker blonde hair in the months he'd been away.