23

The taxi pulls up in front of the airport and I reach for the handle. I rest my hand on it, but don’t pull. I’m trying very hard to be tough and strong right now… which is not really working.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks.

I shrug in response and shake my head.

“Whatever. No… not really. I don’t want to leave.”

“I know, baby, but you have work to do.”

“Yeah… it’s all good… I just….”

I have to stop myself or I’m going to start crying. Spencer moves his hand to my knee and squeezes it while I close my eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down.

“I’ll be okay,” I say.

“As soon as you get back, time is going to fly… and before you know it, you’ll be done with Day One and you can head to wherever I am.”

“Yeah… you’re right.”

Even though I believe what he’s saying, and it’s exactly what I’m planning to do, it doesn’t make saying goodbye any easier. I eventually will myself to open the door of the taxi and I climb out. Spencer is right behind me and he fetches my bag before paying the driver.

“You could’ve just left me here… you didn’t have to walk me in.”

“Seriously? Does that sound like something I would do?”

I shake my head. It’s not his style, but it would have been okay with me this one time because I don’t want him to see me crying.

He picks up my bag and we walk inside. There’s a relatively long line at the check-in counter, but there’s no one waiting at the separate first class line. I take out my passport and set it on the counter as the woman looks up from her computer.

“Hello,” I say.

“Welcome. Where are you traveling to today?”

“Los Angeles.”

She nods and grabs my passport off the counter. Her fingers fly on the keyboard as she enters my information.

“Any bags?”

“Just one.”

“Please… if you could put it on the scale.”

Spencer lifts my bag and the woman takes it off once the scale has settled and she can see my bag is under the weight limit. She prints out my ticket, circles the gate number and passes it across the counter.

“Here you are… have a pleasant flight.”

“Thanks.”

I take the ticket and put it in my purse before moving away from the counter. I wrap my arm around Spencer’s and we start to walk toward the security checkpoint. We reach an escalator and stop. The line for security is forming right near the top, so there’s no point in Spencer going any farther. I turn to Spencer and look up into his eyes.

“I guess this is it,” I say.

“Yes… for now. Before long, you’ll be done with Day One and you’ll be back on a plane to see me, I promise.”

I swallow and nod. He keeps reminding me that time will pass quickly with both of us working so hard… I just pray that he’s right.

Spencer brushes a few stray hairs away from my left eye and smiles as he leans down to kiss me. He puts his hand on my waist and I close my eyes as our lips touch. I clear my mind of every other thought and try to focus on everything I’m feeling in this moment because it’ll give me something to think about while we’re apart.

He eventually breaks the kiss and tilts his head forward, so that his forehead is resting against mine.

“I love you more than anything in this world… Amy Thomas. I hope you never forget that.”

“I love you, too. Thank you for being the best husband a girl could ever dream of having.”

Spencer smiles, kisses me on the forehead and takes a step back.

“Call or text when you get to L.A., just so that I know you made it.”

“I will.”

He takes my hand and gives it one last squeeze before I turn and step onto the escalator. It’s not easy to walk away from him, but I can’t miss my flight… and I couldn’t keep myself from crying any longer. A tear rolls down my cheek as I reach the top. I turn around and wave to Spencer.

He smiles and blows me a kiss. I wave one last time and wipe the tears from my cheek once I’ve turned away. Ugh. I can’t finish filming Day One soon enough. I guess I should be grateful that I was able to spend a few days with Spencer… it was better than having to wait a few months. The problem is that it’s never enough, I want to spend every minute of every day with him.

I walk toward the security line as thoughts swirl in my mind. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. The only thing I should focus on right now is getting back to L.A. and working my butt off on set… and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.