Gone Country

Chapter 30 (Trouble Comes In Pairs)

*Charlotte*

It was the first time Brant and I were going to be apart since I came back. It was officially December, only a day before Christmas Eve. Dad was already in Hollywood working on his newest movie, and I was to headed to airport right now with Brant to hop on the private jet and fly out to California to spend some of Christmas with him.

We had worked out the plan with dad that I would fly down today, stay Christmas Eve, open presents on Christmas morning, and fly back home to be with the Young's the rest of Christmas Day. It would be a four hour flight there, I'd get there just in time to visit my dad on set for lunch.

Brant was driving as slow as possible, ten miles under the speed limit slow, trying his best to savor our last couple of moments together before I left him. I cuddled up to his arm, sad that he couldn't even think of anything to talk about on the trip there, he was that upset I was leaving.

I was going to miss him so much, but he couldn't always up and leave when I have to. His responsibilities back at the farm needed to be met in order to pay the bills around his home. The dedication he had only showed me what a great husband he was going to be in the future. I lifted my head from my shoulder, seeing the airport in the distance. His hands clenched around the steering wheel, tensing at the thought of me leaving. He was making it so hard for me to go.

Nothing he displayed on the drive to the airport compared to what happened when he was walking me towards my father's jet with my suitcase in his hand. He walked as if someone had tied concrete blocks to the bottom of his feet, and his hold on my hand was so tight that it went numb. I would only be gone for one full day and we were about to fall apart.

We reached the steps to the jet, and he reluctantly handed me my suitcase. He looked away from my eyes and down to his boots. "I'm going to miss you," I heard him murmur. I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his forehead. I got him to look at me and felt my heart break when I saw his glistening eyes he had been trying to hide from me. "I know," he slightly laughed, nuzzling his nose against mine. "It's just a day and I'm being a baby, but I can't help it. I'm scared you're not going to come back."

I linked my arms around his neck, tugging him in for a long passionate goodbye kiss. He urgently moved his lips with mine, expressing through it how much he really was scared I wouldn't return to his arms. He quietly begged me to let him take me back home where he knew I was safe. I softly cried at how desperate he sounded and kissed his sweet lips some more.

"I'll be back," I whispered into our kiss. "I always come back."

He nodded, smiling some when he reached up to wipe my damp face. "I can't wait for you to see you're Christmas present when you get back," he grinned. "You're going to love me for forever, babe."

I was going to love him for forever regardless of what the present was. "Give me a hint," I pouted. "You've been torturing me for days with this."

He leaned in, caressing my lips with his for a short moment. "See you later, Beautiful," he whispered, stepping away from me.

"Brant!" I whined, watching him slowly walk away from me. He was killing me with this huge Christmas surprise I was suppose to be getting. It must be huge if he didn't even want to give a hint as to what it is.

"I love you!" he yelled when he turned around, walking backwards to his truck. "Have a safe flight, honey biscuit! Call me when you land!"

I giggled at the nickname, waving goodbye. "I love you!" I echoed back, blowing him a kiss afterwards. He smiled at me, shooting me a wink to tell me he received that kiss loud and clear. I climbed up the stairs, greeting Jives at the front who was preparing to have us up in the air in no time. I always felt safer when he was flying this plane. He shooed me to go sit down and to buckle up. I did as he said and watched Brant from the jet window.