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the bellboy to pack up all of our stuff and ship it back.
    For much of the return flight, we didn't even speak. I sat on the window side, leaning against the warm glass and staring down at the soft pillow like clouds that easily breezed past. It was an easy flight, to which I was grateful. While my stomach had been holding steady, it wouldn't take much to send it back over the edge. I'd almost lost it when the person in front of us had ordered a very strong smelling chicken pot pie.
    Sebastian shifted in his seat, either extremely ignorant or pretending likewise of the heavy, tense silence that we shared.
    I was sick of this.
    I was sick of pretending not to notice strange things, I was sick of letting Sebastian do and say whatever he wanted just because we weren't in love.
    We were married dammit, emotionally invested or not.
    "What happened last night?" I asked, voice much more accusing than I would have liked.
    I couldn't help it, I had so much pent up aggravation and frustration, I felt like a tea kettle - ready to explode. My patience had frayed just a bit too far gone.
    I could already feel my heart pounding away in my ribs, making it hard to hear the English lilt of Sebastian's voice. I was even too angry to appreciate how lovely his words sounded on my ears.
    "What do you mean?" He asked, blinking innocently as his Adam’s apple visibly tightened like the squirming little worm of a liar he was.
    I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I was getting a bit too intense there.
    Now, typically, I was not an angry type of person. Sure, I could get worked up and anxious pretty easily, but not angry.
    Unfortunately for the unsuspecting man unlucky enough to currently be married to me however, I was one to bottle up. When the pressure got too much, that meant someone had to take the brunt of my explosion.
    This person, today, was Sebastian.
    Not that he didn't deserve it. Right now, in this particular moment, I was extremely convinced of the fact that he did deserve it. He deserved every inch of my frustration that I was about to unload upon him, and he had nowhere to escape to in this tiny metal flying place he would call a prison for the next two hours.
    At least his first class prison cell was comfortable and had ample leg room.
    "What do I mean?" I scoffed, arms crossing over my chest in a way that showed I meant business, buster, "What do I mean!?"
    I could hear my voice growing higher in octave, desperation to reach this man who felt miles away and yet sat right in front of me peaking.
    "I mean, where the hell were you last night? Why did you run off when you found out Alissa was pregnant?"
    "I slept in the lobby." Sebastian replied, glancing around as people began looking our way, "Listen, can we just...calm down for a moment?"
    "Calm down?" I cried, standing up straight, "Did you just tell me to calm down?"
    "Ma'am!" A flight attendant rushed over, fake smile that would make Karina proud on her pink lips, "We have the 'please remain seated' light on for a reason, dear."
    "Don't you call me ‘dear!’" I yelled at the attendant, tears bursting into my eyes, "You don't know me!"
    "Okay, now let's calm down..." She said, eyes widening in faint alarm.
    Now it was one hundred percent of the rest of the passengers were staring at us. One was recording it on a cell phone, I could see the familiar red light flash. I didn’t give one single flying...fish. I had to work on my language with the baby coming, after all.
    "You don’t tell a pregnant woman to just calm down!' I hollered, bursting into frantic tears as I buried my face in my hands, "I can't calm down!"
    Another attendant joined the first, who stared pointedly at my clueless husband for help, he just held up his hands, muttering, "I already tried to calm her down."
    So much help he was.
    Finally, another woman carefully stood in her place, round belly bulging, "Send her over here." She sighed, patting the empty space next to her, "Let's have a chat."
    "I don't