"Mark, I can't." Your breath hitched when they called boarding for first class. You had been mentally preparing for months for your honeymoon, but now it was here and you sure as hell weren't ready.
You had seen a lot of bad things happen with planes in the hospital and had been in a plane crash yourself. Mark looked at you and sighed, "Y/N, this is our honeymoon. You want us to miss it over a little anxiety?"
"It's not a little anxiety." You scoffed, "I watched George from getting hit by a bus. I've been in a plane crash. I have trauma from this and you know that." You teared up at your husband getting upset with you.
Mark looked at you, "We're going to Europe. We're going to have to take cars, planes, buses. Make this trip yours." He pulls you into a hug, "I love you, Mrs. Sloan and I will be here the whole time. You'll never have to do this alone. I promise."
You nodded and sucked in your breathe, "Let's do this."
