"Just breathe, Sweetheart," Spencer coos, stroking your back gently with the hand that isn't nestled in your hair. "I'll be with you the whole way. And plus, airplanes are the fastest and safest mode of transportation." *You appreciate him trying, but his words don't make the dreadful feeling in your gut disappear ` It's been like this your whole life. Planes were simply not your thing when you were a kid, and the first time you flew, it felt like a nightmare. After that, you always relied on boats and cars when you went to travel. But then you met Spencer. Spencer who flies a private jet for work. Spencer who knows all the statistics. Spencer that convinced you to fly to your vacation destination with him.

Now you're in the airport, and there's no going back. He has you wrapped in his arms, trying to soothe all your fears with statistics of safe and unsafe flights. And it almost works. Key word; almost. You're still dreading everything, and it seems that feeling in your gut is more than just fear. And then the urge to throw up hits you.