The Pregnancy Affair
The sign informing passengers to Fasten Seat Belts flashed on above Olivia's head and she automatically reached to check that her belt was in place.
"We'll be landing at Newcastle International Airport in fifteen minutes," the saccharine-sweet voice of the flight at- tendant announced smoothly. "Please ensure that all your hand luggage is put away in the overhead lockers and that your tray tables are securely stowed."
The aircraft dipped to begin its approach to the airport and Olivia's stomach lurched in protest. But it wasn't the amount of coffee she'd consumed that morning that was giving her such a sickly feeling. It was the knowledge that she was returning to Bridgeford after so many years that was tying her stomach in knots.
The landing was swift and uneventful. The airport was busy and the plane taxied efficiently to its unloading bay as passengers and crew alike began gathering their belong- ings together. There was little chit-chat. This was primarily a business flight, most of the passengers either on or re- turning from business trips, with only a handful of holiday- makers to make up the numbers. as her ridiculously high heels caught ... read full excerpt from: The Pregnancy Affair ebook
