~SHATTERED FOUNDATIONS~
The wheels of the private jet touched down on the tarmac at JFK International Airport with a gentle bounce.
Gemini's hand tightened around Simon's as she gazed out the window at the New York skyline in the distance, a smile playing on her lips.
"Home at last," she whispered, relief washing over her. The Paris trip had been lovely but tense—like walking on the edge of a cliff while admiring the view.
Simon squeezed her hand back, his thumb gently caressing her wedding ring. "Just in time too," he said, nodding toward her rounded belly.
In the seat across from them, Vita was fast asleep, her small head resting against the plush leather. Benson and Penelope were gathering their things, exchanging quiet jokes and laughter.
"I can't wait to sleep in my own bed," Penelope sighed, stretching her arms above her head.
"What she means is, she can't wait to call that hot bartender from downtown," Benson teased, dodging Penelope's playful swat.
As the jet rolled to a stop
