I hopped into a waiting cab and was driven SeaTac. I barely got through security before I had to sprint to my gate to catch my flight to Chicago. I just made it to the flight, crashing into my seat in first class. Before the doors closed, I sent a text to my brother, Jasper.
On the plane. Please say that you remembered that you’re picking me up! –E
Yes, big brother! God, take a chill pill. You worry too much – J
What time do you come in again? – J
I knew you’d forget, Jasper Whitlock Cullen! My flight gets in at 4:10 at O’Hare, moron – E
Got it. That’s the airport off of I-55, right? – J
Forget it. I’m calling dad – E
I dialed my father’s number and waited for him to pick up. He was the chief of surgery at Cook County Hospital. I knew he didn’t have any cases today unless they were emergency situations. He picked up right away. “Dr. Carlisle Cullen,” he said professionally.
“Dad, it’s me,” I sighed.
“Did Jasper forget?” he chuckled.
“Yes. Can you pick me up?”
“If I’m not in surgery, yes, I will,” he snorted. “Oh, your brother. I love him, but he’s a few cards short of a deck.”
“This is why he’s a history major. He lives in the past. Not the present,” I joked. One of the flight attendants glared at me, pointing at my phone. “Look Dad, I’ve got to go. My flight arrives at 4:10 at O’Hare.”
“United,” I replied.
“If I’m not there, your mother will be. Are you joining us for dinner?”
“Yep. See you soon, Pop! Love you,” I said.