Chapter 218 Markus

Chapter 218 Markus
“Come on,” I keep repeating over and over again. It has been my mantra since the airplane took off. Now that we have finally touched down, it seems like things are taking way longer than they should.

“Nervous flier,” the elderly woman says as she pats my hand. She tried to distract me the entire flight.

I get why she says that. I have fidgeted the entire ride. “No, my wife,” the word taste wrong, “she went into labor when we were boarding,” I try to explain. The kind woman tried to strike up a conversation throughout the flight, but I was lost in my own head, taking to Aziz.

“Babies take time and like to come on their own schedule,” she says with a smile.

“I know, but this is our first,” I say as I glance out the window, past the woman. I asked her to switch seats when we first boarded, wanting to be in the isle so I could get off as soon as possible.

“Boy or girl?” she asks with a knowing smile.

“Boy,” I tell her.

“Have you picked out names? When my late husband and I were picking out names, we had so many that we wanted to name our babies,” she laughs.

“We haven’t decided yet,” I tell her.

“That’s perfectly alright dear,” she assures me.

“Attention passengers, you may now take off your seatbelts. We will be disembarking momentarily. Welcome to Omaha. Thank you for flying with us and we hope to see you again soon,” the flight attendant says cheerfully.

I stand up to grab my duffle bag from the overhead bin.

“I’m sorry to inconvenience you, I know how much you want to get to your wife,” the old woman starts. “Would you mind getting my bag?”

I look down at the short woman. There’s no way she will be able to get her bag. “What one is yours?” I ask.

“That faded flower bag,” she says.

“This one,” I ask as I grab a flower carpet bag and pull it down.

“Yes, thank you,” she says as she takes it from me.

I take a step back, forcing those behind me to step back. I let the old woman into the isle. As much as I want to get to Ama, a few seconds is not going to make a difference. We are at the front of the plane, so I will still get off before the masses.

“You are such a dear,” she coos at me as she exits the row and stands in front of me.

“Do you have someone who is waiting?” I ask as the door clicks into place.

“My granddaughter and her boyfriend are picking me up,” she smiles.

“Will you be alright?” I ask. I want to rush out of here to Ama, but I don’t want to leave this woman behind.

“Go, go to your wife,” she laughs, dismissing me as she starts forward.

“Are you sure?” I ask as I follow her up the gangway.

“Oh, yes. I have spent many years traveling,” she tells me. “Go meet your son.”

“Thank you,” I tell her before I rush past her. As I exit the gangway, my mind has already forgotten what the woman looks like. By the time I am outside the airport, her voice has faded in my rush to leave.

My vision narrows as I look around. Too many people for me to shift and dash away. I need to get out of the city before I can run home. I pull out my phone and hit the uber app. It opens and punch in where I need to go.

My nervous energy is back as I tap my foot on the sidewalk as I wait.

‘Call,’ Aziz suggests.

I call Ama.

“Please tell me that you will be here soon?” Ama growls at me.

“I’ve landed and I’m waiting for a ride to the outskirts of the city,” I explain. “Cal there?” I ask, wanting to talk to my twin.

“He called ten minutes ago and said his flight landed,” she says, followed by a gasp.

“What do you mean by he just landed?” I ask fiercely.

“Devin showed up at the Mountain Peak pack this morning. Cal went to go hunt Devin down,” James says as he takes the phone.

“Why the hell did he leave Ama behind!” I demand into the phone.

“Because I told him to,” Ama shouts in the background.

I take a breath to settle Aziz and myself. It does not work. The only reason I left, was because Cal was supposed to stay with our mate. Now he’s gone and Ama’s in labor.

‘We are never leaving her alone again,’ Aziz growls.

‘Agreed,’ I tell him.

“Mark,” Ama whines.

“I’m here darling,” I say as I focus back on my mate.

“Please hurry,” she cries. “I’m trying to wait. But I don’t think we have much time.”

“My uber is here,” I say as I start forward. “As soon as I leave the city, Aziz is going to run as fast as we can. We will get there minutes behind Cal.”  Maybe before, I think to myself. Aziz is faster than Zviad.

“You have some time,” Uncle Will says in the background. “The baby is heeding your mate’s request of waiting for you both.”

“Ahh!” Ama screams.

“Or not,” he mutters.

‘Our son is coming,’ Aziz growls.

“Please hurry,” I tell the driver as I end my call. I shove the phone in my duffle.

“Dude, I can only go as fast as traffic will allow,” he huffs at me.

I hold in a growl and watch as we navigate towards the edge of the city.

“Here we are dude. I hope you know that you need patience,” he tells me.

I growl at him as I get out of his car.

Fear passes over his face before he is pealing out down the road.

I drop my duffle and Aziz takes over. He shifts, rearranging our bones and ripping the clothes I had on. Aziz grabs the duffle in his mouth and takes off towards the pack. Running at top speed, we can make it back in about 45 minutes, a trip that would normally take almost two hours by car.