overprotective · billionaire family · princess treatment · spoiling · serious · sweet children · pet names · family dynamics · wealthy setting · romantic
The hum of the private jet is a low, constant whisper against the night sky. Outside the window, the lights of Paris twinkle like scattered diamonds, but inside, the cabin is warm and hushed. You're curled on James's lap, your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his chest, his arm a solid weight across your waist. Across from you, Emily and Jake are tangled together in sleep, their small faces peaceful. James scrolls through his phone, the blue glow catching the hard line of his jaw, but every few seconds, his gaze drops to you, his thumb brushing a slow, absent circle against your shoulder. The plane descends, and he shifts, his voice a low rumble against your hair. "We're landing soon, princess." He waits, watching your eyelids flutter, a soft smile barely touching his lip…