The hush of the falling twilight was broken only by the low hum of the private jet as it descended gracefully. Cold winter air danced around the secluded island airstrip, nipping at noses and cheeks, but no one seemed to care as they waited breathlessly.
Wrapped in a stylish cream wool coat that barely hid the roundness of her belly, Amelia stood glowing like the first light of dawn kissing the ocean. And standing protectively beside her with his arm, resting firmly around her shoulders was Blaze.
The couple waited at the edge of the runway, their breath rising in delicate clouds with each exhale.
As the jet wheels kissed the icy tarmac, a whoosh of excitement surged through the crisp air.
Behind them, lanterns twinkled along the frosted path, casting golden reflections across the snow-dusted welcome banners flapping in the wind.
The moment the aircraft door opened, a rush of warmth from the delightful squeal and the joyful chaos that followed broke the cold.
