❝ ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign as we make our final approach to the indianapolis airport. please, make sure your seat backs and tray-tables are in their full, upright position. your carry-on luggage must be stowed underneath the seat in front of you. the local time is nine thirteen in the morning, and the temperature is a chilly thirty-six degrees with light snow. thank you for flying united airlines and happy thanksgiving, ❞ one of the flight attendants heralds over the intercom as the plane begins to descend slowly out of the clouds. her gentle voice combined with the customary ding of the seatbelt sign illuminating quickly pulls erin’s attention from the colorful magazine that she’s been reading. she closes it almost instantly and slips it into the seat pocket in front of her, her eyes lighting up with happiness and excitement as she can barely wait to be home.
far below, there’s acres and acres of fields, lightly dusted with snow, and small dark dots and swirls that after a moment reveal themselves as houses and roads. it looks so beautiful, erin thinks to herself before turning her head to the side to smile at the older redhead. ❝ axl? ❞ she whispers, instinctively reaching for one of her husband’s hands as she wants to cling to him in one way or another when they touch down. she’s never truly managed to overcome her fear of flying, but now seated in the middle, between her boys, with axl on her right in the aisle seat and sebastian beside the window, erin does feel somewhat safe… or rather less nervous than usual. ❝ you have to put your seatbelt on, honey, ❞ she coos in a sing-song voice, unable to disguise her giddiness as her fingers squeeze his own. this is undoubtedly the happiest she’s ever been. a warm smile tugging at her lips as she glances at her son, sleeping soundly with his head in her lap. her scarf turned into a makeshift pillow. ❝ gosh, i hate to be the one to wake him up. he looks like a little angel. our baby boy. ❞ murmuring softly as she affectionately caresses her son’s cheek, she knows how much he dislikes being stirred awake so she makes sure to be extra loving during the process.
❝ little love. wake up, little love, ❞ erin whispers, dark curls tickling his face as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his shoulder. ❝ wake up and look where we are. ❞ the plane banks a little and continues its descent, the silhouettes of the buildings more define now, fields replaced by urban architecture, the lights of I-70 shimmering. after a moment, the landing gear comes to life with a low hum. ❝ and guess what? it’s snowing. ❞ she has a feeling today is going to be the best day of her son’s life, with two of his dreams coming true — celebrating thanksgiving with mamaw in his favorite place and learning he’s to be a big brother. she still can’t believe it’s happening to them, after such a long time of doubt and fear. sebastian is going to be over the moon. after all, he’s been asking for a baby sister for quite some time. ❝ wake up, bubby. you have to hold elmo real tight ‘cause we’re about to land. ❞
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