Penny's POV
Saturday morning at Heathrow was a madhouse. Felicity and I arrived an hour ahead of schedule, both practically vibrating with excitement as we waited for Maya, Sebastian, and Leo to emerge from their transatlantic flight.
"There's their gate," Felicity announced, studying the arrivals display. "Touchdown was about twenty minutes ago."
I stretched up on my tiptoes, scanning the flood of travelers pouring from international arrivals. The moment I caught sight of my sister navigating the crowd with Leo balanced on her hip while Sebastian battled an impressive collection of luggage, something fierce and overwhelming crashed through my chest.
"Maya!" I shouted, my arm flailing wildly above the sea of heads.
Her weary face transformed the instant she spotted me, exhaustion momentarily forgotten. I practically sprinted toward her, wrapping them both in such an enthusiastic embrace that poor Leo got trapped between us.
