I met mom in the living room, as she had apparently already packed her bags. I was still bouncing in excitement, as she smirked at my cute behavior. She then grabbed her bags and reached for my hand and led us to her car. We held hands all the way to the local airport, where we parked the car in their private lot, and were met by a shuttle that drove us to our reserved hanger. I was so excited to be doing this. We have always had to play down our relationship here around town, but in New York we could really be the real couple that we were. We boarded the jet and settled in for the hour and half flight. Mom had already called for a car to pick us up at the airport and take us to our hotel, so we both relaxed as we flew off.
The flight to NYC was uneventful, unfortunately. Mom refused my a
