Ava wraps her arms around him and snuggles right up against him, feeling more affectionate than usual. All of this cuddling would usually be pushing it with her. “You’re probably right about that,” She admits, kissing him back. “We got very lucky with our perfect little babies.”
Cameron smiled, liking the new turn of affection as he hugged her closer, leaning his head down against her. Cameron nodded his agreement with her latter statement, humming with the music in the background. "We got very lucky indeed. They're good girls and boys."
Ava presses a light kiss to his cheek before burying her face in his neck. "Where are we even going?" She asks, suddenly realizing that she doesn't actually know. Cameron had arrived at the plane before herself and had been the one to tell the pilot where to go.
"We're going to Russia?" He asked her in slight confusion as he tilted his head up to accustom for her head being against him. He pressed her chin into her hair and smiled a little, humming and shutting his eyes.
"I wasn't sure if we were still going there or if we were going somewhere else." She nuzzles his neck lightly. She's still not fond of the cold but she knows how much this means to him.
"We are. I'd never go anywhere else without you knowing," He vowed loyally, stroking the back of her head and relaxing into the side of the seat. "We have a bit to fly, so maybe we should try and get something to eat."
"You're the best," She murmurs, knowing that she's lucky to have him in her life. "Mm, I can't eat while flying but if you're hungry then you should get something to eat." The thought of throwing up again doesn't sit well with her so she'll pass on the food.
"Alright, I'll eat something later." He hummed as he stroked her hair gently, glancing down to try and see her face. "You comfy down there?" He asked, laughing a little and leaning a bit more of his weight on her.
"Yes." Her words are muffled due to her face being nestled against his neck. "You make a very comfortable pillow." She's perfectly content and happy laying here with him. The talking and cuddling has actually helped her keep her mind off of the plane.
Cameron laughed softly and pressed a small kiss to her head. "Good. How about you try and get some sleep, then? It's a long ride over to Russia," He said rather frankly, smirking at his own words and how stupid they sounded.
"That means that you won't be able to move for awhile." Trying to sleep without her sleeping pills will be hard but taking a nap would be better than trying to not die during this plane ride. Ava hums quietly and allows her eyes to close.
Cameron moved so they were laying down, and supported her in his arms so she didn't move from her spot in his neck. He himself yawned and shut his eyes, pulling her closer. She was like a big plush bear to him now.
Ava shifts around a little but doesn't protest when he adjusts them so that they're laying down. She sighs softly, completely relaxed now. It's not long before she drifts off into a light sleep.
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Cameron had gotten ready to go about thirty minutes when they were supposed to land. He gave the pilot a specific place to land in his hometown so they didn't have a long walk, and donned his heavy, fuzzy jackets. He got the dogs ready and grabbed a bite to eat, then they were dropped off.
They didn't have much to carry as they walked through snowy Russia, in Cameron's hometown of Omsk. He pinpointed a house snuggled into the crook of a neighborhood and lead her over, knocking on the door. Cameron's father answered and brought them in, talking in a mix of messy English and strong Russian.
Cameron's father was a chipper old man. He was much shorter than his son (at least a head) and he slouched a lot. He had mottled hands with a wrinkled face. But he had the tanned skin of his son, as well as the gleaming, soulful eyes. He was a very sweet man, who shook Ava's hand excitedly as he met her for the first time. Cameron had to calm his dad down before he exploded in happiness over the dogs.
Ava didn't wake up until about five minutes until they landed. That brief nap that she wanted to take ended up turning into a deep sleep that lasted almost the entire flight. When she woke up she was a little confused but a cup of coffee helped her fully wake up.
Trudging through the snow wasn't fun in the least. Cold weather and snow is bad enough when it's normal but Russia takes it to a whole other level. Even the normally adventurous and happy Kreja wasn't thrilled with it. She ended up carrying him most of the way.
When they reach the house, they're greeted by Cameron's father, a man who Ava instantly takes a liking to. She has to often switch between English and Russian to keep up with him but she doesn't mind. She sets Kreja down on the ground and allows the dog to sniff at the old man. Kreja is delighted to meet him and wags his tail excitedly the entire time.
Cameron laughed at Zore and Rose as they bumbled in from the snow, shaking out their fur. Cameron sat down his dad gently and let the puppies and dog sniff his hands, the older man grinning happily as he stroked their heads and booped their little sniffing noses. Cameron took off his coat and took the rest of Ava's things, ducking his head under the wall into the living room to find his room again. He could be heard going upstairs by the thumps of his heavy boots.
Ava glances briefly around the house before turning her focus back to Zore, Rose, and Kreja. She knows how excited they all get and doesn't want them to knock Cameron's father down. Fortunately, he seems to enjoy the pack of energetic dogs. Deciding to stick with the dogs until they settle down, she makes a mental note to explore the rest of the house later. She's curious to see everything.
Kreja sets his big paws on the man's knees, sniffing and snuffling at him curiously. With a happy bark, he reaches forward and licks his cheek, his entire body wiggling as he wags his tail.
The older man laughed at Kreja's kisses, gently stroking his muzzle and his fuzzy neck, itching with his dull nails. He seemed to be enjoying all of the fuzzy affection and all of the licks coming from nowhere. Rose and Zore were trying to fight for his lap, but somehow they both ended up on it and was giving him many kisses on the lower parts of his face.
Kreja eagerly accepts the attention, though a slightly disappointed that he has to share it with the puppies who are currently standing on his paws. He's gotten used to that so it doesn't hurt. Tilting his head to the side, he barks quietly. Being back near the place where he spent the first part of his life is confusing but he trusts that he's not going back to living in a dumpster.