My Prophet

I held into Corrie's hand as we sat in the airport waiting for our plane to arrive. She was tapping her foot anxiously, and I kissed her temple in attempt to calm her down. She hates flying, it was one of her worst fears. I promised her I would hold her the whole time, and she happily agreed.

I arrived back in Hollywood about two weeks ago. The last few shows of the tour had been hard without Coralie but I pushed through. We easily hopped back into our routine of hanging out everyday, and last night I spent the night at her house in preparation of our flight early the next morning.

To say I was nervous about meeting her family was an understatement. I was terrified! What if they hate me? What if they tell me I can't be with Coralie? Will they take her side? I love her that can't happen.

I sighed as Coralie hopped onto my lap, and laid back into my chest. She immediately popped up.

"Why is your heart beating so fast?" She asked, concern evident on her face.

"What if your parents hate me!? What if your brothers do!?" I said frantically.

"Stop! Don't think about that! They'll love you babe. And if they don't, to hell with them! I love you, and that's all that matters." She took my face in her hands, and connected our lips together. I covered her hands with mine.

"I love you so much." I shook my head.

"Flight 313 to Orlando is now boarding." Coralie looked at me worriedly.

"Shh babe. Don't worry, it's gonna be okay." I said, and took her hands again. She nodded, and slid off of my lap.

It took about ten minutes to board the plane, and when we did Corrie immediately pressed into my side. She buried her face in my shoulder, and I squeezed her tight.

"I hate flying." She groaned.

"Hush sweetie, I'm here."

Notes

Awh poor Corrie!