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After everything that had passed between us, I was only too glad to watch the clouds under me. These soft grey ships, with orange edge, were beautiful.
I had to bring home at least one baby. I failed to have one of my own. The woman, sitting next to me was very fat. I assumed she had eaten all the ice cream I avoided for years. I never wanted to get fat. Her plump body was waving, liquid-like, to all sides. I felt her belly next to my elbow, and imagined it very white under the tent she was wearing. Of course, a hugh dress. I know.
On her other side, a very mousy little man was watching attentively the movie. His eyes bulged out, each time Uma Thurman appeared on the screen. If he had danced with her, his head would be leaning comfortably on her belly button. The woman, next to me, turned her round face to me and with a very delicate voice asked if I wanted a gum. She said it eased the ear pressure. I refused, politely, and again took a deep dive into the clouds, feeling the last warmth of the day light.
Not long afterwards, she turned again to me, and offered some kind of chocolate. Now, I found her so nice and friendly, that I was willing to share the whole package with her. The mousy man, she called him Max, was absorbed by the film, apparently.
The chocolate tasted great. As sweet as the smiling soft woman. She broke it, and we were eating, thoughtfully, feeling every melting chocolate piece. "Good, huh?" she asked me again and again, and I, mouth full, nodded approvingly.
Feeling much sweeter, by the middle of the chocolate bar, I was happily chatting with her. She seemed a living book. Her words came out, in special order, captivating my attention. In her mellow way, she described their pitorescal house by the blue mountains. House full of shouting kids. First sons, then, grandsons.
In the mornings they all entered the dense forest behind the house. Naturally, they took part in the wild life atmosphere of the wood. She would stay home of course, cooking and baking, mixing and tasting all kinds of wonderful flavours.
"And you", she asked pleasantly,"wouldn't you like to have kids around?" All the old sadness returned. She looked at me, knowingly. Ashamed, I found myself crying, while she was holding me, humming and balancing me as if I were a child.
This warmth entered my soul, and soon, I was sleeping peacefully. I woke up to a special sound. I looked around me. The couple was not there. The voices came from the front. I couldn't believe my ears. They were the unmistakable sounds of passionate lovemaking. The woman was calling the man in all nicknames, saying he was soooo good. She was moaning, shamelessly,and making happy pigeon hum. The man was calling her to come, to take him. He too was gladly making these love-sounds. They were having the time of their life, you could tell.
Laughter came voluntarily out my throat. It could only be my neighbours. I could recognise the woman's voice. Yes, and the film was over.
They were incredible. The other passengers were sleeping now. Here and there,there was a light turned on, but everything was calm and quiet. I sat there laughing to myself, imagining these two having adventurous relations on a plane-board.
Few excited screams were coming from the front. They surely had amazing climax, almost together. I was wondering if they would be embarrassed, coming back to the sits.
Some time later, they did show up. The woman smiling to all directions and the man with self-content satisfied smile on his face.
"Here you are", said the woman. From somewhere in her tent-dress, she took out a moving blanket. I took it. By god!!! It was a baby. Looking at me with hugh blue eyes. And smiling.
"And one more", she said. This one was sleeping. Curly hair resting humidly on a new born lovely baby.
I was so moved, I started crying again. "They are for you" assured me the little man.
The couple looked at me and at each other, calm and warm. "Would you like some more?" she asked me generously.
"We can make them easily", he said, playfully smiling at her.
"Oh!" I was sobbing then. "Only one more. It will be wonderful!"
By the end of the flight I had my three little babies, sleeping deeply. My breasts seemed to blossom under the sunrise warmth, and milk filled them. Waiting for my sweethearts to drink it. They were all healthy and beautiful.
My mission was complete. To me, to my man, and, well, to any frustrated instinct I ever had. The couple still calls sometimes. They ask me if I don't want anymore kids. I always laugh, and tell them they don't have to use this old excuse again. They find it really funny!
