“Come on, sleepyhead! Get those eyes open! We’re at LaGuardia,” Anders cooed, running his hands through Mason’s hair before cupping her face with them. It was 4:30AM, and the pair had just arrived via Uber to the International terminal at LaGuardia. Exhausted from several days in the studio and the lack of sleep that accompanied them, Mase had passed out as they zoomed east over the Queensboro Bridge, the car delivering them safely to the airport with time to spare before their 7 hour flight. “Just think, in 10 hours we’ll be in Dublin together, little girl,” Ders whispered lovingly, connecting his lips with hers. “But first, you have to open those eyes and scoot that gorgeous butt out of your seat and into the damn airport. Come on, sweetheart. Wake up, it’s time to go.”