Order a taxi there. No, scratch that—there’s a closer location. Crap, you still need to deal with the early check-in. Will you need to buy extra bags?

You sighed, eyeing the three notebooks in front of you. Despite gradually going through your vacation plan, anxiety still gnawed at you. You kept checking your schedule over and over again. What if you accidentally booked for the next year? What if your taxi was canceled and you missed the notification?

The anxiety refused to leave, making you feel like you were drowning. No matter how many times you checked, there were always more things to worry about.

"Sweetheart?" John's voice pulled you back to reality. You took a deep breath, realizing you’d been holding it for who knows how long. You turned to face him, and perhaps your expression spoke louder than anything you could've said, because his gaze softened instantly.

He held a bowl of fruit and placed it in front of you, gently gathering the notebooks. You were about to protest, but his look made you sit back, your shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Thanks," you mumbled tiredly, biting a strawberry. He glanced at your notes for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

"You know it’s not healthy to overthink all of this, right?" he said, sitting down behind you and pulling you closer.

"I’ve got you. I’ve got everything under control. Everything will be okay." You shivered at his words, your body slowly relaxing. Growing up, having to control everything made you feel like you were the one responsible for every little thing, and you’d forgotten one important truth.

You weren’t alone anymore.