“I told you it would be ok.” He murmurs, his voice low despite the fact that there’s no chance of anyone hearing the two of you.

Wind rushes past as you look down on the city. Regardless of the fact that you know he wouldn’t drop you, you grab his jacket and press closet to him.

You had begged him to take you flying before but he had always refused. Claiming that he was saving it for a special occasion. And your birthday had appeared been the occasion he was waiting for.

“You alright love?”