#//going from smokeshipping mpreg to this is the biggest whiplash ever

[coffee-and-scarves]

"Oh, I'm fine with whatever. To be honest, I'm just happy to be out of the house.. And with you." Matt drummed his calloused fingers along the sides of his coffee mug. The ache in his chest only grew stronger from just being here with her. It felt so wrong.

It was a long and tedious flight, twenty hours across multiple time zones with many unhappy children and obnoxious people, but finally, he'd made it. Things seemed to run a little differently, so he had trouble finding his way around initially, but finally he was able to cross the gate.

He made his way to the lounge, where he saw his flightmates leaving with their loves ones, and began to look for Caiti. Though, his search turned out fruitless from just how exhausted he was. Everyone was starting to look the same.

@coffee-and-scarves

To say she was antsy was an understatement. Wether it was nerves or excitment was anyone's guess. From what he had shipped over, Matt didn't seem like an axe-murderer.

She sipped on her coffee from the small shop next to his gate and waited. The people around her looked zombified. Caiti looked down at her nails. She had painted them for this so she wouldn't resort to chewing on them. Put on perfume so she could focus on something. Picked out more jewerly then normal so she could fidget. Was it normal for her to get this nervous? Surely, right? To say she hadn't dreamed about him once or twice was a lie.

Shaggy brown hair appeared in front of her and Caiti grinned. She breathed out. There he was. After three months of waiting, Matt. "Hey, you."