I'm Still Here: Breaking the Ice

*I made a mistake and accidently skipped this chapter, so here it is. 


It had been a long trip. Nine hours and twenty eight minutes to be exact. They had taken off on time, but a slight storm along the way pushed them slightly off track and delayed them by almost a half an hour. But Larry and Megan didn't care. They had talked quietly, drew their love on paper, and then fell asleep against one another, not really realizing the delay until after they had gotten off the plane.

As they walked past through the airport gate, he gazed out the window. "So this is New York." She gazed at him contently, watching his eyes taking in the scenery; her own eyes scanned the premises. To her everything had felt slightly familiar. Being taken back, she realized at one point in her childhood she had stood right where he was standing, looking out the window, her bright green eyes danced with excitement as she watched her mother's plane landing. Placing her little hand on the glass, she whispered, mommy.

He watched her reminiscence, watching their plane quietly, and then turned towards him. "This is New York." She confirmed, searching his expression to see the wheels in his mind turn.

They began moving forward towards the baggage claim. "Fascinating as it is, both LA and New York are both wonderfully fast paced cities." She exhaled, chuckling slightly as she wrapped her arm around his in a comforting gesture.

"I never realized how true that was until I moved to LA. It was like a whole other functioning system." With a grin in their expressions, they finally arrived at the baggage claim and stood beside a bunch of people, watching suitcase after suitcase of numerous colors, shapes, and sizes slide their way down the belt. The search for their own was on.

"If I may ask, what made you decide?" Taking in a deep breath, he saw what he thought might be his suitcase.

"What made me come to LA?" She inquired as he gave a small nod, he stepped forward as his luggage came riding by and she moved up to his side. "I moved a lot, doing special assignments. Anything I could do to put my foot in the door. But then it started to take a big toll on me, always moving around." He grabbed his suitcase, checked it to make sure it was his and looked up with an understanding glance. ""So I took a less paced job, which just happened to be there."

A middle aged woman holding a hand of a child came up to their side, momentarily letting go of her little girl's hand as she grabbed a suitcase. The little girl had two neatly rows of braided hair, and stared up at Megan with a bashful smile. "Hi" The little girl greeted quietly, almost melting Megan's heart.

"Hi." Megan returned as her smile bloomed into deep happiness, one that steamed from the root of something she had always longed for, the happiness of having her own family.

"She'll talk your ears off if you let her." The little girl's mother offered, turning to her daughter's level. "Hold on to 

this. I'm going to go get your bag." The little girl did what her mother had instructed her to do, and turned back in Megan's direction.

"I'm Katie." The little girl supplied, holding tightly to the handle of the bag. "That's my mom." She pointed in the direction of the woman who was grabbing a little pink princess suitcase.

"Megan, isn't that your bag?" Larry nudged her shoulder, pointing the direction of a black bag. Megan nodded and grabbed her bag, exhaling as she lifted it off the belt.

"You have a pretty name." Katie offered, adding, glancing sadly at her mother who was making her way back to her daughter. "I wish I had a mommy like you." She dropped the doll from her bag and Megan bent down to pick it up. The little girl offered a small smile and took the doll back into her arms.

The little girl's mother came back, taking the little girl's hand "We've got our bags now, are you ready to go see daddy?" Bowing her head she nodded and they went off. Megan and Larry turned to go in the other direction and the little girl looked back as she was pulled behind her mother. She didn't look at all happy.

"You know she's right, you would make a great mother." Even though he didn't mean to avoid exactly what this little girl said, he knew that she would be great with children. There were a few instances that he saw something spark inside of her that no one got to see very often, and today was one of those times that unveiled in her sweet smile.

"I feel like that's not all that she meant." And with that they made their way out of the airport.