11.
Do you fly as high as this plane, Daddy?” asked Josh. They were about seven hours into their flight from Vancouver back home to Sydney. So far so good. No arguments. They’d put the boys on either side of them in separate window seats and Celeste and Perry were in adjacent aisle seats.
“Nope. Remember I told you? I have to fly really low to avoid radar detection,” said Perry.
“Oh yeah.” Josh turned his face back to the window.
“Why do you have to avoid radar detection?” asked Celeste.
Perry shook his head and shared a tolerant “women!” grin with Max, who was sitting on the other side of Celeste and had leaned over to listen to the conversation. “It’s obvious isn’t it, Max?”
“It’s top secret, Mummy,” Max told her kindly. “No one knows that Daddy can fly.”
“Oh, of course,” said Celeste. “Sorry. Silly of me.”
“See, if I got caught, they’d probably want to run a whole battery of tests on me,” said Perry. “Find out just how I developed these superpowers, then they’d want to recruit me for the Air Force, I’d have to go on secret missions.”
“Yeah, and we don’t want that,” said Celeste. “Daddy already travels enough.”
Perry reached across the aisle and put his hand over hers in silent apology.
“You can’t really fly,” said Max.
Perry raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes and gave a little shrug. “Can’t I?”
“I don’t think so,” said Max uncertainly.
Perry winked at Celeste over Max’s head. He’d been telling the twins for years that he had secret flying abilities, going into ridiculous detail about how he’d discovered his secret powers when he was fifteen, which was the age when they’d probably learn to fly too, assuming they’d inherited his powers and eaten enough broccoli. The boys could never tell if he was serious or not.
“I was flying when I skied over that big jump yesterday,” said Max. He used his hand to demonstrate his trajectory. “Whoosh!”
“Yeah, you were flying,” said Perry. “You nearly gave Daddy a heart attack.”
Max chuckled.
Perry linked his hands in front of him and stretched out his back. “Ow. I’m still stiff from trying to keep up with you lot. You’re all too fast.”
Celeste studied him. He looked good: tanned and relaxed from the last five days, skiing and sledding. This was the problem. She was still hopelessly, helplessly attracted to him.
“What?” Perry glanced at her.
“Nothing.”
“Good holiday, eh?”
“It was a great holiday,” said Celeste with feeling. “Magical.”
“I think this is going to be a good year for us,” said Perry. He held her eyes. “Don’t you? With the boys starting school, hopefully you’ll get a bit more time to yourself, and I’m . . .” He stopped, and ran his thumb across his armrest as if he were doing some sort of quality-control test. Then he looked up at her. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make this a good year for us.” He smiled self-consciously.
He did this sometimes. He said or did something that made her feel as besotted with him as she’d been that very first year after they’d met at that boring business lunch, where she’d first truly understood those four words: swept off my feet.
Celeste felt a sense of peace wash over her. A flight steward was coming down the aisle, offering chocolate chip cookies baked on board the plane. The aroma was delicious. Maybe it was going to be a really good year for them.
Perhaps she could stay. It was always such a glorious relief when she allowed herself to believe she could stay.
“Let’s go down to the beach when we get home,” said Perry. “We’ll build a big sand castle. Snowman one day. Sand castle the next. Gosh you kids have a good life.”
“Yep,” Josh yawned, and stretched out luxuriously in his business-class seat. “It’s pretty good.”
Melissa: I remember I saw Celeste and Perry and the twins down on the beach during the school holidays. I said to my husband, “I think that’s one of the new kindergarten mums.” His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Celeste and Perry were all loving and laughing and helping their kids make this really elaborate sand castle. It was kind of sickening, to be honest. Like, even their sand castles were better than ours.