Chapter 99: A Baby
The plane landed smoothly, and as the doors opened, two figures stepped out onto the tarmac. In front of them loomed the large, modern airport building with New York Airport emblazoned in bold letters at the top.
Cian stood out with his caramel skin and lithe frame. His long cornrows were neatly braided, and his outfit—a baggy black T-shirt, denim cargo pants, and white sneakers with blue accents—gave him a casual, youthful vibe. Beside him was Kaelon, a head taller and exuding a much more commanding presence. His muscular build was complemented by strawberry blonde hair styled in an undercut. A thin silver chain hung around his neck, while the tattoos on his chest and arms peeked through the short sleeves of his fitted black shirt.
Cian’s excitement was almost contagious as he chatted animatedly, his hands gesturing to emphasize his story. "You should’ve seen their faces when they realized it was me! They didn’t believe I was the one who hacked their system!" he exclaimed, glancing at Kaelon with bright eyes.
Kaelon nodded and smiled indulgently, his hand resting lightly on the small of Cian’s back as they walked toward the VIP section to retrieve their luggage.
Once their belongings were collected, Cian continued pointing out things—or people—that caught his interest. His curiosity made Kaelon chuckle under his breath. Before long, two men in black suits approached them. The men bowed slightly, one of them speaking in a respectful tone. "Mr. Kaelon, welcome back."
With practiced efficiency, the men took their luggage and guided them toward the airport’s exit. Outside, a row of sleek black cars awaited them.
Cian’s eyes lit up as he turned to Kaelon. "Looks like your dad wanted to give you a grand welcome."
Kaelon snorted, pulling open the car door for Cian. "Or maybe he’s hoping I’ll stay here permanently and take over his job."
Sliding into the car, Cian shot Kaelon a cheeky grin. "Maybe he just wants you to assist him, at least. You know, do something useful."
Kaelon laughed, closing the door behind him as he settled in on the other side. "You make me sound like a terrible son."
"Well," Cian teased, wrinkling his nose, "aren’t you?"