Chapter 118

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A/N: Sorry this update took so long but things have been a bit crazy here. I'm about halfway through the next chapter, so hopefully it shouldn't take me too long to post that one too. Having said that, it's been a nightmare of a chapter to write - like pulling teeth.
I'm dealing with two different time zones for the next few chapters, but hopefully you'll be able to tell if it's UK or US and it won't be too confusing.
C xx
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London, 10.40am GMT
Saturday 7th December

'Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin our descent into London Heathrow. Please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in the upright position, and your seatbelt is securely fastened.'
Oh, here we go!
Becca's stomach clenched - this was the bit she didn't like. She could handle the flying bit, but take off and landing were not her favourite. She was sure she'd heard somewhere that you're much more likely to crash during those times.
But at least I'm not as bad as Chris-
Stop it!
Stop thinking about him!
Not that she'd been able to think about much else.

'Welcome to London Heathrow. Local time is 10.55am. The temperature on the ground is 5 degrees  with rain and strong winds. On behalf of British Airways and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for flying with us and we wish you a pleasant onward journey.'
Cold, wet and windy? Welcome home, Becca.
She grabbed her bag from the overhead locker, and inched off the plane with everyone else.
Justin was waiting for her in the walkway. 'Hey, slowcoach.' He grinned at her. 'I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind and were going to stay on the plane'
'Oh ha ha. Like you were any quicker - your section just disembarked first.' Becca grumbled. 'And how are you so chipper after a seven hour flight? I'm knackered. Plus my body clock thinks it's still the middle of the night.'
'I feel fine - I don't think I was there long enough for my body clock to adjust to American time.' Justin explained.
'Lucky you.'
'Actually, you do look quite rough.' He joked, looking at her.
'Oh, thanks.' Becca said sarcastically. 'That's just what I needed to hear.'
'I aim to please. Come on, let's go find our bags and stuff.' He pulled her along.

It took an hour to get through Passport Control, Customs and Baggage Reclaim, but Becca was feeling considerably better thanks to the very large coffee that she'd gotten from Costa.
'You're such a caffeine addict.' Justin teased, snapping a photo of her.
'Justin!' Becca complained when she saw it. 'I look like a right idiot - look at that face I'm pulling!'
Justin just laughed.
'That better not find its way onto social media.' Becca warned, remembering how often he posted things.
'I promise.' Justin made the cross-my-heart gesture.
'But I do need a selfie of us by the Arrivals sign.' He added. 'Say 'London baby'.'
Becca rolled her eyes, but smiled at the Friends reference.
'Now that's definitely one for my socials.' He said, after checking the photo and showing it to Becca.
Even Becca had to admit it was a good photo.
'You know, you could just not post about every single thing that happens in your life.' She pointed out.
'Yeah, but where's the fun in that?'
'You don't mind, do you?' He asked, in the process of writing a Facebook post.
'I guess not, just don't tag me in it.' Becca said, remembering how Scotty had found that picture of them both at Thanksgiving.
'What, are you worried that Chris'll be stalking your profile?'
Becca snorted in derision. 'No. He's not exactly tech-savvy when it comes to social media. Plus, I'm sure he'll be far too busy with the thousands of women that he'll be replacing me with to care what I'm doing.'
'That still burns, huh?' Justin sympathised.
'Yeah.'
Just a bit.
'You know what? Sod it. Tag me. I don't care.' She added.
'Okay, I just wrote 'look who's finally come home' - how's that?' He said.
'That's fine. Right, come on, let's head to the Arrivals lounge and find my mum.'

Boston, 10.22am EST

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