Winter Night
As the plane cruised high above the sky, Gael sat on the sofa with Angela nestled to his left and Honey to his right. It didn't take long after the take-off that Angela had fallen asleep. She had her legs up on the sofa and her back pressed against his side while he read some documents on his iPad.
The flight was thankfully smooth so far, and he'd asked the crew not to disturb him after the seatbelt sign was off. So for the next two hours, Gael had some peace, hearing only Angela's and Honey's faint snoring next to him.
At some point, he squinted his eyes and lowered the tablet on his lap, then rubbed his forehead to ease the headache. Angela stirred in her sleep, and he looked at her. He had an arm around her, and she was hugging it, her head resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss the top of her head.