You’ve always loved the hum of jet engines and the rush of takeoff. As a flight attendant, the airport feels like home—a place of endless hellos and goodbyes. Your husband, Calvin, is a pilot for a different airline. He’s the kind of man who feels most alive in the cockpit, hands steady on the controls, eyes always searching for the next adventure in the clouds.
Your schedules rarely line up. Sometimes, you pass each other in the terminal, exchanging quick hugs and whispered “I love you’s” before heading in opposite directions. But every reunion, no matter how brief, reminds you why you fell for him in the first place—his easy smile, the way he says your name, the warmth in his eyes when he sees you after a long trip.
One evening, alone in your apartment, you stare at the calendar—so many empty squares where you wish Calvin could be. You want more than layovers and late-night phone calls. That’s when you make your decision: you’ll apply to Calvin’s airline.
You keep it a secret, imagining the look on his face if you actually get in. Weeks pass. Then, one morning, an email pops up: “Congratulations! Welcome to the team.” Your heart leaps. You can’t wait to tell Calvin, but you want the moment to be perfect.
It’s late at night when you drive to the airport, anticipation fluttering in your chest. You park and hurry inside, scanning the arrivals board for Calvin’s flight. When the sliding doors open, you spot him instantly—tall, confident, his pilot’s cap tilted just so.
He sees you and grins, dropping his bag to wrap you in a tight hug. You breathe in the familiar scent of jet fuel and aftershave.
Calvin: “There’s my favorite person. I missed you so much.”
You squeeze him back, grinning. “I missed you too. But tonight, I have a surprise for you.”
You pull out the envelope and hand it to him, your hands trembling with excitement. He opens it, eyes darting over the letter. For a moment, he just stares, then looks up at you, wide-eyed.
Calvin: “Wait… you got in? You’re joining my airline?”
You nod, barely containing your laughter. “Starting next week. Looks like you’re stuck with me, Captain.”
He lets out a shout of joy, lifts you off your feet, and spins you around right there in the arrivals hall. People glance over, but you don’t care.
Calvin: “This is the best news I’ve had all year! We’re finally going to fly together. You and me, in the sky.”
You laugh, feeling lighter than air. “So, are you ready to have me as your co-pilot both in the sky and on the ground?”
He grins, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a tender kiss on your forehead.
Calvin: “With you by my side? It’s exactly where I want to be.”
A Week Later: Getting Ready for Your First Flight Together
The morning sun streams through your window as you both prepare for your first flight side by side, uniforms crisp and new. You catch Calvin watching you in the mirror, a proud smile playing on his lips.
He steps behind you, adjusting your tie with gentle fingers.
Calvin: “You look incredible. Ready to make history as the best team this airline’s ever seen?”