"Yes, mom, I'll call you when we're there! I promise!" I say down the phone.

"Have a safe journey honey. Love you," she says.

"Love you too. But Michael's waiting for me, I gotta go now. Bye!"

"Bye! Have a great time!"

"Thank you, bye!" I say.

I hang up the phone and pack the last suitcase into Michael's car.

Today is the day we travel to Italy - by plane. I'm looking forward to every aspect but the flight. I hate the turbulence of the plane, and how my ears feel when we take off and land. I've always been the same.

But I'm kinda embarrassed about telling Michael that. But... he's a doctor, so he'll know how to make me feel okay... right?

Ugh, I don't know. At least Jasper and Charlie will be with us for the journey, the holiday and everything!

"Oh, we're going to Italyyyyy," Michael sings, closing the boot of the car.

"That we are. Meeting Jasper and Charlie at the airport, all packed up, hand luggage sorted... I think we're done," I say.

"Sure are! Oh, our first vacation together, sweetheart! You excited?"

I swallow. "Mm-hmm, yep. It's gonna be, um... fun."

"It really is! Though I'm still having doubts about Mini. Seven months pregnant is enough. Something as big as a vacation could induce premature labour."

"Um... and now in English please?" I request.

"Basically, something like going on vacation could make the baby come sooner... like being on the plane. Imagine if it decided to make an appearance on the plane? Not a great situation you got there. But you were the one who said we'd be fine, so... we'll just have to hope you're right."

"We will be fine," I assert. "It's another two months until Mini is meant to be born."

"Those two months could be the difference between disaster and a smooth-running vacation..." Michael says.

I swat the air with my hand. "We'll be fine."

--

We're now at the airport waiting for Jasper and Charlie to arrive. It's 4:00am, and the flight is at 7:30am. We've got three-and-a-half hours of waiting.

So far we've checked in, sent our luggage to the plane and tagged our hand luggage. We've got to do the security body scan... things, and board the plane, obviously.

But being pregnant, and it being 4 in the morning, I'm naturally fighting to keep my eyes open. I'm having to rest my head on Michael's shoulder and close my eyes to get some rest.

"Ciao Bella!" I suddenly hear Jasper's voice.

I snap my eyes open and see him and Charlie rushing over to us with open arms.

I jump up, my fatigue seemingly vanished. "Jasp! Charlie!"

I fall into their arms and hug them tightly. It's been a while since I've seen them.

"Becky! Ready to jet to Jesolo?" Charlie asks with a grin.

I nod nervously. "Uhm... yeah, I sure am, Charlie..."

I'm still nervous about the flight.

"Great! Well, me and Jazz just need to check in and all that jazz, then we're free to roam with you before we board the flight!" Charlie says.

His nickname for Jasper is so cute... "Jazz".

--

It's 7:27am, and the flight is three minutes away - presuming the flight's on time.

"Good morning, we will now run through the flight health and safety regulations..." the tannoy announces.

After a few minutes, they're completed, and it is announced that the flight will begin shortly.

I feel very nervous now...

I look Michael's way, and his forehead is drenched in sweat.

"Michael, are you warm?" I ask. "Just switch the air conditioning on, silly."

He swallows and nods. "Yep... thanks."

Then I feel the plane begin to move, and I go to grab the arm rest, but Michael's large hand beats me to it.

I look at him to see his face redder than usual, his chest rising and falling quickly with each breath, and his hands clutching the arm rest tightly.

He's squirming about in his chair, and he's sweating more and more with each passing moment.

"Michael... are you okay?" I ask anxiously.

He forces himself to nod. "Y-Yes, I'm fine... absolutely fine."

"You look like you're about to die..." I state almost dejectedly.

"N-No! Of course I'm not! I'm great!" he quite-clearly lies.

I place my hand atop his, and he looks at me nervously.

"Michael... if you're scared of flights, it's okay. I'm scared, too..."

He gives me a look of shock. "You're scared, too?"

"Of course I am! I was worried about telling you..." I admit.

"W-Well, just... I don't know... suck a mint or somethin'; the air pressure changing won't help your ears, and you need to swallow," he suggests shakily.

I search frantically through the hand luggage bag for the packet of mints we packed just in case, and I finally find it.

I unwrap it and take two out, placing one in my mouth, and putting the other inside Michael's.

I feel my ears start to block, and I suck the mint and swallow as much as possible. Luckily, it works, but I know I have the landing to worry about, too.

I look around the plane for Jasper and Charlie, and finally find them towards the back of the plane.

They're sitting close to one another, sharing headphones. Jasper has the left ear plug, Charlie has the right.

They're literally so cute, how close to one another they are. Even listening to music on their Walkman, they're the epitome of a cute couple.

I turn back around and see Michael with his eyes closed, breathing slightly heavily, and his hands tightly clutching the arm rests.

I tap his shoulder, and his eyes snap open. "Huh, what?"

"God, I thought I was bad with planes," I sigh.

It's cute how he's scared, but I don't like seeing him like this.

"Okay, Michael, look me in the eyes, right now, and listen to me."

He does just that, looking me deep in the eyes.

"Okay, I want you to imagine the day I give birth to Mini. Can you imagine that?"

He nods, and goes into thinking mode. "Yes... our baby..."

"Good, Michael. Now, imagine me giving birth to Mini. Imagine it clear as day, how excited we'll be..."

A smile comes to his face. "I see it... I see it, sweetheart..."

"Now, how are you gonna treat me during and after the birth?"

"Like the Queen you are... you'll have given me one of the greatest gifts I ever received, it's the least I can do to repay you..."

"Aw," I smile. "Now, I want you to imagine what we'll do once we're on holiday... what are we gonna see? What are we gonna do?"

"Uhm..." he pauses. "We're gonna go in the pool, and walk through the streets at night, holding hands... and when we go to bed, when we're not prescribing one another with medication, we'll be snuggling..."

"Atta boy, Michael... now, is there anything else you wanna do?"

He pauses for a moment to think. "We can buy stuff for Mini's room!"

"But we don't know Mini's gender. We can't buy blue or pink..."

"Who cares, we'll get stuff in a colour that doesn't bias towards any particular gender... maybe... green or yellow... or ivory?"

"Hmm, good point. Mini's gonna be one happy child having you as a father."

He giggles softly, and lays his head on my shoulder.

"When did I get so lucky?" he asks.

"Lucky?"

"Yeah... having you and Mini in my life... ever since you came into my life, I've never been the same... and I love you for that..."

He lets out a sigh of happiness, his head still leaning against my shoulder.

"I'm such a lucky man..."

--

"Oh, we're here!" Michael grins.

We've been talking for the past... God knows how long, and it's obviously distracted us both.

"We sure are!" I reply. "Welcome to Italy!"

"Ciao Bella!" Michael cries.

"Michael," I chuckle. "Do you even know what that means?"

"Pfft, of course! It means... hello... Bella?"

I can't hold my laughter in now. "No! Aha... Michael, it means "Hello Beautiful", that's all!"

He scoffs and swats the air with his hand. "Of course I knew that!"

"Hmm, okay," I smirk. "Anything else you wanna say before we get off the plane?"

"Yes, of course!" he starts. "Um... je t'aime?"

"French," I breathe.

"Te amo?"

"Spanish."

"Uh... what about ich liebe dich?"

"You're being silly now. You told me that was German!"

"I know. I was kidding with that one... but, um..."

"You were close with Spanish," I tell him.

"Oh! Uh... oh, I got it! Io ti amo!"

"Finally," I laugh.

"All passengers to Lido Di Jesolo, Italy, you may now move off the plane. A shuttle will be waiting to escort you safely to luggage collection. Thank you," the tannoy announces.

"Hmm, here we go then," I say.

I take Michael's hand and the hand luggage bag, and we make our way off the plane.

Once we're outside, we see Jasper and Charlie waiting for us.

"Hey! Ciao! Here we are! Italia!" Charlie squeals.

"About time, too! Been waiting for four months," Jasper teases.

"C'mon, let's get our luggage and get going to the hotel," Michael smiles.

--

We've just been dropped off at the hotel, Cesare Augustus. It's a pretty place, with the name of the hotel written on the doorway welcome mat, and a sculpture outside the building.

We get inside reception and see a woman helping a guest check in. We join the back of the line and wait to be assisted.

Once we're checked in, we go upstairs to our rooms. Me and Michael have room 24, and Jasper and Charlie are next door in room 25.

"Let's just have a look in here, shall we?" Michael asks, unlocking our room door.

The door opens, and we're greeted with an average-sized room with a double bed and a balcony.

"Ooh, we have a balcony!" Michael squeals.

I walk over to it, resting my hands on the protective barrier, and I look at the view. Half of it is the pool, the other half is the hotel next door. Just visible are the sea, a few trees, and the side street below us.

It's a lovely view.

The wind whipping my hair to my right, I gaze at the ocean and let out a prolonged sigh. Whether the sigh is from happiness or fatigue, I'm not sure, as I'm feeling both at the moment.

I suddenly feel Michael's large hands caressing my stomach, as he's hugging me from behind.

"It's a lovely view, isn't it?" he asks rhetorically.

He leans over my shoulder to kiss my cheek, and a shiver runs down my spine.

I feel him nuzzle his nose against the back of my neck, and his loose curls tickle my skin gently.

"Sweetheart, I love you," he tells me.

"I love you too," I reply.

"But... I bet I love you more."

"I highly doubt it."

"Okay, okay, how 'bout, we love each other the same. We're both equal in this relationship."

"I agree," I reply. "What time is it?"

He removes one hand from around me to check his watch, "Uh... it's 5:37pm, here... meaning in America, it'll be... a few hours behind."

"Oh yeah, the time difference," I realise.

He replaces his arm around me and takes my hand, bringing it up to his face and kissing my knuckles.

"Hmm... just two very short months until we see our baby," he says dreamily.

"Due February 21," I add.

"And he or she is gonna be beautiful, just like his or her mother..."

"Father," I correct him.

"Whatever you say, Becky."

I turn around and face opposite him, a pout on my face. "That's my line!"

"Well I'm stealing it, 'kay?" he says rebelliously.

I give him a fake angry face, but as soon as he winks at me and bites his lip playfully, I melt away, and my pout becomes a smile.

"Line Stealer," I name-call.

"Well, I gotta steal something of yours, seeing as I never stole your... uhm..."

He pauses for a moment. "No, forget I said anything."

"No, say it!" I laugh.

"I wasn't the one who took your..." he clears his throat awkwardly. "V-Vir-Virginit-ee..."

It's cute that he finds saying the actual word awkward. So innocent in some ways, and so... devilish in others.

"And anyway, you already stole something of mine," I tell him.

"What's that?"

I smile at him and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. "You stole my heart."

"And you say I'm cliché..." he mutters under his breath.

"Bitch! I was tryna be cute there!" I retaliate.

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't gotta try to achieve that, you already are naturally," he redeems himself verbally.

I exhale through my nose and enter his embrace. "I guess cliché is cute, sometimes."

"Well then, if that's the case, I'll call you Little Miss Cliché from now on," Michael replies.

"No, you won't," I joke.

He kisses me softly and we look out at the view together. "We'll see, Miss Summers."

We hear a knock on the door, and Jasper's voice shouts, "Heyyy! Can we come in?"

"Yeah, sure!" Michael calls.

The door opens, and Jasper and Charlie enter to see us on the balcony together.

"Ooh! We're interrupting a cute moment!" Charlie grins.

"Nah, we're just enjoying the view," Michael assures him.

They walk over to us, and we all look out at the view together.

It's a beautiful view, and I'm looking at it with three of my most favourite men in the world - not to mention, my child is here, too.

When did I get so lucky?

Okay, so now they're in Italy! I'm so sorry if I got any French, Spanish, Italian or German words or translations wrong in the first half of the chapter, I really tried to make sure I got them right, even if they're only small words and phrases. Correct me if I got it wrong! Hehe, hope you like it! :)