The moment the plane touched down, a gentle jolt ran through the cabin, signaling our arrival. I exhaled slowly, my chest rising and falling with the weight of the journey—not just the flight itself, but everything this trip had come to mean.
Nico stirred against me, his small body curled up in the seat. His long lashes fluttered as he groggily opened his eyes. “Mummy?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
“We’re home, baby,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
His lips curled into a small, sleepy smile, and he yawned, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. I could see the faintest traces of drool on his cheek, and I chuckled softly as I wiped it away.
Around us, passengers were already reaching for their bags, stretching stiff limbs, and preparing to disembark. The familiar so
