The horrendously long flight finally arrived back at the airport. I wish Diego’s logic was right and we had just a three-hour flight rather than the ten hour flight we really had. Because ten hours of no sleep, and a fidgety-as-fuck Gabe in the row of seats behind was not a good combination. The amount of times he kept trying to speak to me through the gap in the chairs, making me jump out of my skin - I wanted to poke him in the eye! He is like a child at times! Heaven help Esme, having a pup with him would be like having two pups at home.

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