08-20-2014, 07:44 AM
Ever since she'd meet Zoya and saved those kids Ayden had a funny feeling, like someone was following her. But there was no one ever behind her, nothing even remotely suspicious, but the feeling never went away.
The day Connor had proposed was a shock, a wonderful, happy moment, but still a shock. It had never been her life's dream to get married have kids etc. But now, it all seemed so real. Ayden had given up one life, to start another, one that could have been very hard and very lonely if Connor hadn't accepted her. It still hurt in some ways, that it took that much to be with him, but there was little regret and any doubts she had were always swept away when she was with Connor.
Ayden had almost forgotten the nagging feeling until they'd gotten to the train station and she started to feel it again. The station was too busy and she had other priorities. Connor was taking her out to celebrate the occasion. A weekend away. Packing had been a disaster, Ayden had packed and repacked, and then over-packed again. She couldn't decide what she needed to take with her. This wasn't their honeymoon or anything like that but it was just as special.
She wasn't quite too sure about the concert, the music was old and the musicians even older. But Connor was excited and Ayden was happy to share this one last memory he could make with his father even if she didn't know half the bands playing.
Ayden had fallen asleep on the train, it wasn't hard when Connor held her close, she drifted to sleep, and for the moment her dreams didn't plague her. And she hoped that when a more restful and comfortable sleep came, they would stay away, but she didn't keep her hopes up.
The train lurched to a stop and Ayden woke from her half slumber. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the car window. They had arrived at the station in Saint Petersburgh. It looked even colder out there than it did in Moscow. Ayden wondered if a front was pushing in or just leaving. She hoped it would warm up, but then again a cold day would mean staying in bed all day too. Ayden kinda liked that idea just as much as going out to see the sights, probably even better.
Connor had shown Ayden the hotel they were going to stay at, it was gorgeous. Inside was quaint, but the outside was purely magnificent. And the view was even better. Once they'd gotten their key and their bags up to their by the bell boy, Ayden handed the lad a tip. She had traveled much and while she was still technically poor by her job standards, she had money and she didn't skimp on the tip. This is how the boy made his living. And usually a bigger tip meant better service in the long run.A Gift
Ayden smiled and wrapped her arms around Connor's neck. "What's first?
He'd done all the planning and she hadn't bothered with knowing anything other than where they were going and what places. She tried not to take control, but she had to know those things, or traveling would have cause a lot of anxiety. And that was good for neither of them. Some of her past career habits were very hard to break.
The day Connor had proposed was a shock, a wonderful, happy moment, but still a shock. It had never been her life's dream to get married have kids etc. But now, it all seemed so real. Ayden had given up one life, to start another, one that could have been very hard and very lonely if Connor hadn't accepted her. It still hurt in some ways, that it took that much to be with him, but there was little regret and any doubts she had were always swept away when she was with Connor.
Ayden had almost forgotten the nagging feeling until they'd gotten to the train station and she started to feel it again. The station was too busy and she had other priorities. Connor was taking her out to celebrate the occasion. A weekend away. Packing had been a disaster, Ayden had packed and repacked, and then over-packed again. She couldn't decide what she needed to take with her. This wasn't their honeymoon or anything like that but it was just as special.
She wasn't quite too sure about the concert, the music was old and the musicians even older. But Connor was excited and Ayden was happy to share this one last memory he could make with his father even if she didn't know half the bands playing.
Ayden had fallen asleep on the train, it wasn't hard when Connor held her close, she drifted to sleep, and for the moment her dreams didn't plague her. And she hoped that when a more restful and comfortable sleep came, they would stay away, but she didn't keep her hopes up.
The train lurched to a stop and Ayden woke from her half slumber. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the car window. They had arrived at the station in Saint Petersburgh. It looked even colder out there than it did in Moscow. Ayden wondered if a front was pushing in or just leaving. She hoped it would warm up, but then again a cold day would mean staying in bed all day too. Ayden kinda liked that idea just as much as going out to see the sights, probably even better.
Connor had shown Ayden the hotel they were going to stay at, it was gorgeous. Inside was quaint, but the outside was purely magnificent. And the view was even better. Once they'd gotten their key and their bags up to their by the bell boy, Ayden handed the lad a tip. She had traveled much and while she was still technically poor by her job standards, she had money and she didn't skimp on the tip. This is how the boy made his living. And usually a bigger tip meant better service in the long run.A Gift
Ayden smiled and wrapped her arms around Connor's neck. "What's first?
He'd done all the planning and she hadn't bothered with knowing anything other than where they were going and what places. She tried not to take control, but she had to know those things, or traveling would have cause a lot of anxiety. And that was good for neither of them. Some of her past career habits were very hard to break.