Kiwi Daddy

<p>A freak unseasonal snowstorm has brought Heathrow Airport to a standstill grounding all the planes. Except I need to get home to New Zealand urgently. I've done something I shouldn't have done and the longer I'm trapped here in this airport the higher my chances of getting busted.</p><p>I'm desperate.</p><p>So desperate I throw a tantrum at the customer service desk begging the lady to let me on a plane then yelling at her when she doesn't. Probably not a good look considering there are armed cops everywhere and I really don't want to be drawing attention to myself.</p><p>So when a Kiwi rugby player literally scoops me up off my feet and puts me in a quiet corner to cool off away from the attentions of the millions of people trapped in this airport I should be grateful.</p><p>Except then he demands I call him Daddy. And that's when I think that maybe I should run.</p><p>If only he wasn't the only one who can help me.</p><p> </p><p>This was previously published in the <em>International Daddies</em> anthology. </p>