Carlos and Amelie stood by the glass partitions of the terminal, waving until Mona's figure finally vanished into the crowd of travelers. Even little Noah, perched in his stroller, mimicked his mother's gesture, his tiny hand flapping enthusiastically in the air.
As they turned to exit the airport, and there, leaning against a black vehicle, stood Gabriel. He looked every bit the royal in a long, wine-colored wool coat and dark shades that masked his expression.
"Weren't you at Juniper's house?" Amelie asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Yeah, I was," Gabriel replied, pushing his shades up as he walked toward them. "Then I returned to the palace quickly, changed, and decided to teleport here. I figured you shouldn't have to drive back alone because it is supposed to be an outing for us."
"Da! Da!" Noah chimed in, his face lighting up as he recognized his father. His small hands reached out, grabbing at the air in Gabriel's direction.
