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Chapter Eight

Anya hastily parked her car into the back parking lot at the Sunnydale Airport. She rushed out of the car and opened the back doors to allow for her children to get out. She picked up Morgan and balanced her on her right hip. With her left hand, she clasped Matthew's hand tightly. She kicked the back door shut and began quickly walking through the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" Matthew finally asked. Neither he nor Morgan spoke an entire word through the whole car ride to the airport. Matthew doubted his sister could even fully comprehend what was actually happening. She was only six after all, and it was way past time for her to be in bed.

He, on the other hand, was older. He knew trouble when he saw it, and his parents were definitely in trouble. He did not know or want to know the details, but something was not right. "Mommy?" he asked as they neared the closest entrance to the airport.

"Hmm?" Anya asked. She was no longer crying, but she was still distracted. How could Xander do that to her? She thought their marriage was fine. Everything was fine between them. They were still mad about each other. They had two wonderful children and plans for a third. How could he cheat on her with all that?

"Where are we going?" Matthew asked again as the three of them entered the airport.

"Where would you like to go?" Anya asked as she let go of Matthew's hand and shifted Morgan's position in her arms. "Do you want to go to Disneyworld? We could go to Disneyworld. What about the beach? Hershey Park?"

"Ooh, Hershey Park!" Morgan rasped. Although her voice was barely audible over the commotion in the airport, the excitement in it was obvious. "Can Vicky come? We really wanna go."

"No, Vicky can't come because we're not going," Matthew snapped. "I don't want to go to Hershey Park. I don't want to go anywhere."

"Hawaii?" Anya suggested casually.

"Did you even hear me?" Matthew asked angrily. "I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay in Sunnydale with Dad."

Anya sighed heavily. "Matthew, I'm sorry, but your father has other things to do. We need to get out of the house."

"Then why can't we stay at Aunt Buffy's?" Matthew asked angrily.

"We need to get out of Sunnydale," Anya corrected. She walked over to the flight schedule for something that was leaving relatively soon. "How about New York City?" she asked. "I'm not one for cities, but you've never been there."

Matthew frowned again and glared at Anya. "I'm not going," he told her as he sat down on one of the benches.

"You can't stay here," Anya told him. "You'll be kidnapped."

"Good," Matthew stated angrily.

Anya sighed once again as she knelt down in front of her son. "Please, Matthew," she begged. "It's not forever. Just for a few days. You can pick the place and can have any seat on the plane. Please."

Matthew frowned once again. "We really have to leave?" he asked.

Anya nodded. "Yes, and we have to leave now," she told him as she stood up. "Where would you like to go?"

Matthew shrugged. "Hawaii, I guess," he said. "Dibs on the window seat!" he announced as he started racing towards the ticket line.

Three hours later, the three of them were situated on the plane. Matthew had gotten his window seat, but he was too busy playing game boy to care. The plane had taken off about half an hour ago. Morgan was asleep with her head on Anya's shoulder. Anya smiled slightly as she looked down and kissed her daughter's forehead.

She exhaled deeply. She was making the right decision, wasn't she? She had to get away from Xander. She sighed as she tried not to think of it. She got on this plane to get away from all her issues back in Sunnydale after all.

The man in the aisle seat next to hers looked over at her. "Rough time?" he asked sympathetically.

Anya looked at him. He did not look that bad. He also did not look like he would take advantage of her. The flight to Hawaii was supposed to be a long one, and she did not want to make it in silence.

Anya nodded. "The worst," she admitted. She looked over at the man once again. He seemed nice. "You probably have more things to do than hear about it," she told him.

The man shook his head. "This is a long flight," he reminded her. He smiled as he extended his hand to her. "Warren Mears."

Anya smiled back slightly as she shook his hand. "Anya Ha…Anya."