Chapter 112 The East Pack

• Erica's POV
• The wheels of the airplane skid against the runway as we land at the private airport in the East Pack. I don't know if it is my nerves bubbling in my stomach or if it is the baby, but I feel like I could vomit at any moment. A thousand "what ifs" are running through my mind and I don't know how to calm the storm that is beginning to rage within me.
• Bryce unwraps his arms from around me and yawns sleepily. I swear that man could sleep through the apocalypse. "Are we there?" He says as he smiles at me. His eyelids are still heavy from his long map and he looks adorable.