53 Chapter 8

The plane took an hour ago, I haven't said a word to Xavier. He sat on the other side, his head buried in his laptop. I could hear him clicking away on it, whatever ever he was writing it had his entire attention. He didn't look up when Amelia works up screaming, he didn't look up when the air hostess asked him if he wants a drink.

"Are you okay now?" I ask Amelia, I changed her wet diaper on the chair next to me. I wipe the tears of her wide eyes, I knew she wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Her nap was too long.

Positioning her on my thighs, so she could watch the tiny tv in front of us to keep her occupied. I hug her a little tighter than usual—I missed her. She has gotten so big. Her hair was getting fuller and darker, her eyes getting lighter.

"What shall we watch?" I ask her as if she understands me,

"This one?" I stop on paw patrol, looking down at her for a reply instead she was busy sucking on my hand.