If she had known this was the last time she would ever see him. She would have dragged him back to bed and made passionate love one last time. On second thought she would have just chained him to the bed and saved them both form the pain ahead. But, she didn't know that so she just looked at her husband, though the mirror, in his dress slacks and buttoned-down shirt. His shirt had the top three buttons still unbuttoned and his tie was just hanging lose. The fabric in the sleeves strained against his bunching muscles as he finished buttoning his shirt. His electric blue eyes locked with hers in the mirror.
“I though you were getting ready?”
“I was but I got distracted by something.”
In a just few strides his long legs carried him across the room he crouched behind her and pulled her into his arms as he rested his chin on her shoulder with their eyes still locked in the mirror. “Well we don’t have time for your “distracted by something” I need to get to the airport. You’ll just have to hold on to that thought for the next few days.”
She put the final pin into the scarf covering her hair before putting her hands on his muscled arms.
Matt smiled sadly knowing that the head scarf meant she was off to she her Muslim friends the Ammars even though she wasn’t Muslim herself she respected their traditions when she visited them. “There’s nothing I can say to get you to give this up, is there?”
“No. But, I promise this is the last time until after the baby comes.” His hand moved down to her still flat stomach. “The only way we are going to end all the hate that was born on Nine Eleven, is to understand the difference between normal Muslims and the ones who twist religion. My documentary is already done I just wanted to spend one last day with the Ammars they have helped me in the Muslim community so much.”
“I know, just be safe.” He loosened his grip as she turned on the stool to face him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” When his lips touched hers they both felt the heat and electricity that surge though their bodies. He slid his arms under her knees as she wraps her arms around his shoulders and neck. His picked her up and held her close he loved his job as a sports broadcaster but, he hated that it took him away from her. He gently put her down on her own two feet. “I am going to stop by your parent’s house while I am in
“Ok. What is your flight number again?”
“3726”
“Call me when you land.” She was stroking his long blond hair. They both didn’t want to leave but they also knew it was time to go.
“Always.” He gave her a quick kiss and then let go and grabbed his overnight bag and walked to the door before he decided to just stay.
*3 hours latter*
Natasha walked and laughed with Abir and her daughter Rasha as they walked back to the store that the Ammars owned. When Natasha noticed the TV was off she pointed it out to Naji. “Come on Naji we always watch the noon news together. She went behind the counter and turned on the TV. She stepped up on a chair to reach the TV. As the screened flickered on her heart stopped.
There was a plane on a tarmac with dark billowing smoke coming form it. The ticker at the bottom of the screen was scrolling “American Airlines flight 3726 crashes in Detroit
