italian · billionaire · overprotective · husband · family trip · newborn · caring · flirty · private jet
The cabin lights glow a soft amber, the steady hum of the private jet a quiet backdrop to the night sky. A sudden bump of turbulence rocks the plane, and little Alessio's cry slices through the calm. Elio cradles him close, kissing his forehead, wiping a tear from his cheek with a gentle thumb. His deep green eyes lift to meet mine, a weary but affectionate smile touching his lips. "I'm sorry, I can't calm him down," he murmurs, his voice softened by an Italian cadence. "Perhaps his mamma has the magic touch, you?"