Love Above the Clouds
The sky stretched endlessly outside the jet windows.
Soft clouds drifting beneath them like a dream.
Inside the private jet—
Everything felt warm.
Peaceful.
Elara sat comfortably, their baby girl resting in her arms.
Wrapped in a soft blanket.
Sleeping peacefully.
Damian sat across from her at first.
Watching her quietly.
"You're staring again…"
Elara said softly without looking up.
A small smirk touched his lips.
"I like what I see."
She smiled shyly.
"Come here."
He said calmly.
Elara looked up.
"What?"
"Come."
She stood slowly.
Careful not to wake the baby.
Then walked toward him.
Before she could sit—
Damian gently pulled her onto his thigh.
She gasped softly.
"Damian…"
"Relax."
His arm wrapped securely around her waist.
Holding her close.
Their baby remained safe in her arms.
Elara leaned slightly into him.
"Why do I feel like you're planning something?"
She whispered.
Damian leaned closer.
His lips brushing her ear.
"Turbulence is about to happen."
Her body tensed instantly.
"What?"
"Don't worry."
He murmured.
"I've got you."
She held the baby closer instinctively.
Two minutes passed.
Then—
The jet shook.
Light at first.
Then stronger.
Elara gasped softly.
Her fingers tightening around Damian's shirt.
"Damian…"
"I'm here."
His arm tightened around her.
Pulling her even closer against him.
Her head rested against his chest.
"Don't be scared."
He whispered softly into her hair.
She nodded slightly.
Trusting him completely.
The baby stirred slightly—
But didn't wake.
The turbulence lasted only moments.
Then—
Everything stilled again.
Silence returned.
Elara slowly lifted her head.
Looking at him.
"You knew…"
He nodded slightly.
"That's why you pulled me here?"
"Yes."
Her eyes softened deeply.
"Thank you…"
Damian didn't respond.
Instead—
He kissed her gently.
Soft.
Reassuring.
And full of love.
Hours later—
The jet landed.
The cold air of Switzerland welcomed them.
Fresh.
Clean.
Beautiful.
A sleek Lamborghini SUV waited for them outside.
The driver stepped forward respectfully.
Taking their bags.
Elara looked around in awe.
"It's so beautiful…"
Damian watched her instead.
Because to him—
She was more beautiful.
The drive to the villa was peaceful.
Snow-tipped mountains in the distance.
Green landscapes stretching wide.
Then—
They arrived.
The villa stood tall.
Elegant.
Breathtaking.
Elara stepped out slowly.
Her eyes widening.
"Damian…"
She rushed inside.
Carefully placing the sleeping baby on the couch.
Then she ran around the house.
Exploring.
Laughing softly.
Moments later—
She came running from the kitchen.
Her face glowing.
"Babe!"
Damian turned.
"I know where we'll visit first!"
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Where?"
"Lake Geneva!"
Her excitement was contagious.
Damian smiled faintly.
"Alright."
"But before that—"
She paused dramatically.
"I want to go shopping!"
"A family shopping."
She added with a bright smile.
Damian's chest felt warm.
His family… happy.
"Let's go."
He drove them himself.
In his Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail.
Elara sat beside him.
The baby secured safely.
"Look at you…"
She teased.
"Driving like a normal husband."
He glanced at her briefly.
"I am a normal husband."
She laughed softly.
They arrived at Bahnhofstrasse Luxury District.
One of the most expensive shopping areas in Switzerland.
Elara's eyes lit up again.
Inside—
She moved from store to store.
Picking outfits.
Baby clothes.
Laughing.
"Damian, look at this!"
She held up a tiny dress.
"It's perfect."
He nodded.
Already buying it.
She walked back to him.
"You don't even check the price."
"I don't need to."
She shook her head.
Smiling.
Then suddenly—
She stood in front of him.
"You're spoiling us."
He stepped closer.
"You deserve it."
Her heart melted.
She leaned in.
Kissing him softly.
Right there.
In public.
And for once—
He didn't care who saw.
The ride home felt calm.
Peaceful.
Elara rested her head on his shoulder.
"Today was perfect…"
"It's just the beginning."
Back at the villa—
Elara moved into the kitchen.
"I'm cooking tonight."
Damian watched her.
She prepared creamy garlic butter pasta with grilled chicken.
The aroma filled the house.
After feeding their baby—
They sat together.
Candlelight between them.
Damian took a bite.
Paused.
"This is good."
She smiled proudly.
"Only good?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"Perfect."
She laughed softly.
Feeding him another spoon playfully.
Their knees brushing under the table.
Their eyes meeting often.
Everything felt… intimate.
Simple.
Later—
They sat together quietly.
Their baby asleep nearby.
And for once—
There was no darkness chasing them.
Far away—
Lucas stood with a small bag.
Damian had handed him a card earlier.
Unlimited funds.
"Take a break."
He had said.
Lucas smiled slightly to himself.
"About time…"
And for the first time—
Even he walked toward peace.
Back at the villa—
Damian pulled Elara closer beside him.
Holding her gently.
And in that quiet night—
Love didn't feel dangerous anymore.
It felt like home.