Monica's POV
The plane touched down in Bellwood on Friday afternoon, with Austin dozing against my shoulder and Natalie flipping through a magazine beside us. My parents' farm beckoned like a beacon of comfort after months in the bustling city. The longtime driver waited at arrivals, his familiar weathered face breaking into a smile as he spotted us.
"Welcome back, Miss Monica," he said, taking our bags.
After dropping Natalie at her place with promises to meet tomorrow, we headed down the familiar country roads toward home. My heart raced as we pulled into the gravel driveway.
Mom burst through the front door before I could even unbuckle Austin. "My baby girl!" she cried, tears already streaming down her face.
"Mom," I whispered, falling into her embrace. "I've missed you so much."
"And where's my precious grandson?" She pulled back, eyes shining. "Come to Grandma, my little prince!"
