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[rafeandonlyrafe]

babys first flight

words: 1.3k

warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie. 

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself. 

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend. 

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

--

“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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[ducks-in-crocs]

I love your writing!! I really love the older sibling head cannon. I was wondering if you could write something off of this but the reader is like 25 and she tells the boys that they’re going to be uncles. Like their reaction and them meeting the baby would be the cutest. I’m obsessed

Uncles

Pairing - Sturniolo Triplets x Older Sister!Reader

Summary - You tell your brother they are gonna be uncles

Sitting in the car outside the airport leg bouncing in anticipation as you wait for your younger brothers Nick, Matt, and Chris. Anxiety feels your bones as you think about the little white boxes sitting at home on the kitchen table. You’re broken out of your thoughts as the passenger door swings open and you are engulfed in a hug from your youngest brother Chris.

“Jeez, Chris you almost gave me a heart attack” you exclaim as the triplets start to laugh. Nick and Matt express their hellos as they pack their bags into the car. The two boys give you a small hug as get in the car. As you pull out of the airport the anxious feeling starts bubbling in your chest once again

🦆🦆🦆🦆

Walking into your house after the long drive your eyes lock with the three white boxes on the table. Your nerves starting to get the best of you decide to just rip of the bandaid and get it over with.

“Hey boys before you head upstairs could you meet me in the kitchen please” you ask

“Okay, now I need y’all to stand in front of the box with your name on it” you instruct. Inside each box, there is a stuffed animal, a baby hat, an ultrasound picture, and a note that says I can’t wait to meet you uncle ( Nick,chis,Matt ).

“You got us presents,” Chris says excitedly. “ yes but you have to open them at the same time, okay,” you tell them. Each boy gives you a puzzled look before starting to open the boxes. Shock washes over their faces as they realize what is inside the box.

“Oh my God” Nick says in shock. “You’re having a baby” Matt whispers while Chris stands there quietly with his jaw on the floor. In the next moment you are in the middle of a group hug as all three boys spill their congratulations.

“You’re not having triplets are you ?” Chris questions after a brief moment of silence. You all start to giggle as you reassure them that no you are only having one baby.

🦆🦆🦆🦆

It been two weeks since you gave birth to your daughter and today is the day that your three youngest brothers finally get to meet their niece.

Hearing your husband’s car pull in to the driveway your excitement about seeing your brothers starts to rise. Behind your husband come three boys barely recognizable behind the mountains of baby gifts in their arms.

Nick and Chris put down the gifts before sitting down on either side of you. Eyes immediately locked on to the small baby in your arms spewing out compliments about their niece.

As Nick and Chris take turns holding your little girl you notice Matt is standing there quietly watching the three of you.

“Come hold her Matt” you call out softly as you stand up to allow him to take a seat on the couch. You gently transfer her from Chris’s arms to Matt’s.

“See you’re not gonna hurt her” you reassure Matt as your daughter settles into his arms. Taking a step back to stand next to your husband you both watch in awe as your brothers coo and fawn over their niece.

Uncles Headcannons

[ thank you for my very first request I hope you enjoy it - Ducky ]

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

The Fatus: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 1: Intro

May 9th, 2025 6:13 PM

The black SUV rolled to a slow stop outside a quiet, unmarked warehouse on the outskirts of town. The place was inconspicuous, tucked between shipping docks and forgotten freight containers. But inside, it was anything but empty.

Jey Uso sat in the passenger seat, his right knee bouncing. Adrenaline still burned in his veins. His twin brother, Jon, gripped the steering wheel with a grin that hadn’t left his face since they sped out of that airport lot.

“Can’t believe we pulled that shit off,” Jon muttered, shaking his head.

Jey smirked. “Believe it, Uce.”

In the back, three matte-black suitcases sat, their zippers stretched tight around the weight of their contents—one hundred million dollars in unmarked bills, stolen clean from an international cash transfer shipment. The job had been flawless. No loose ends, no unnecessary bloodshed. They left behind confusion, not bodies. Just how Joe liked it.

The warehouse doors creaked open before they even knocked. A man in a tailored black suit waved them in, expression unreadable. No words were exchanged as they were led past crates and metal tables toward the back room, where Joe Anoa’i waited.

Joe sat at the head of a long table, surrounded by trusted men. His presence was undeniable, the room bending to his will. He leaned back in his chair, cigar in hand, watching as the twins entered.

Jon set the first suitcase on the table. Then the second. Then the third.

Joe exhaled a slow stream of smoke. “Open ‘em.”

Jey flicked the latches. The moment the lids cracked, the room filled with the scent of ink and fresh money. Stacks upon stacks, neatly arranged, untouched. The sight alone had some of Joe’s men shifting, murmuring among themselves.

Joe let out a low whistle. He leaned forward, dragging a finger across the stacks before letting out a chuckle. Then, just as quickly, his expression turned serious. He looked up at the twins.

“This,” he said, voice steady, “is history.”

Jon grinned. “Damn right.”

Joe stood, rounding the table. He clapped a heavy hand on Jon’s shoulder, then Jey’s. “You two just pulled the biggest job this family’s ever seen. No hiccups. No heat. I couldn’t be prouder.”

Jey exhaled, the tension in his chest easing. Joe’s approval meant everything in this life.

Joe turned to the men in the room. “We celebrate tonight.”

The energy in the warehouse shifted immediately. Excitement buzzed in the air as Joe barked out orders for a party—high-end liquor, music, women. This wasn’t just a win. It was a statement.

Jey felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out, his lips twitching into a real smile when he saw the name: Demi.

Rhea.

His wife. His partner. His ride-or-die for the last ten years.

He stepped away from the noise, answering on the first ring. “Hey, baby.”

Her voice came through the line, smooth but sharp. “Tell me you’re still breathing Joshua.”

He smirked. “More than that, ma. We just made history.”

There was a pause. Then, a soft laugh. “You always do.”

Jey’s fingers brushed over the scar on his wrist—one of many reminders of the life they lived. The risks they took. But tonight, they’d won.

“Get home soon,” she murmured. “I’ll be waiting.”

Jey’s grip tightened on the phone. “Count on it.”

As he turned back to the celebration, the weight of the night settled in. They weren’t just two brothers pulling jobs anymore. They were kings in the making. And with Rhea by his side, Jey knew—this was only the beginning.

—

Joe Anoa’i’s San Diego estate was alive with celebration—champagne flowing, music thumping, laughter echoing off marble floors. Members and associates of the Anoa’i-Fatu crime family indulged in every vice available. Conversations shifted between business and pleasure, deals being made over glasses of whiskey, women draping themselves over powerful men.

The scent of money, liquor, and marijuana filled the air. Cigars burned slow in crystal ashtrays. Lines of coke were cut on glass tables, disappearing as quickly as they were laid out. Notorious B.I.G.’s Party and Bullshit blasted from the speakers, the bass vibrating through the walls.

Rhea stood off to the side, leaning against the polished bar as the bartender slid her a tequila pineapple. She reached for it, but before she could grab the glass, two strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her clean off the ground.

“Baby, put me down,” she huffed, half-annoyed, half-amused.

Jey laughed against her shoulder, the deep, rich sound sending a familiar warmth through her. “Nah, not yet.”

She turned in his grasp, facing him now, her arms looping around his neck. His dark eyes were hooded, a mix of liquor and adrenaline still running through his system, but he was sharp—always sharp.

Rhea smirked. “You’re feelin’ good, huh?”

Jey’s grip tightened on her waist. “We just made history, ma.”

He leaned in, claiming her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The world around them faded—just for a moment. Here, in his arms, was the only place that ever felt right.

When they pulled apart, Jey brushed his thumb over her cheek, voice low. “You proud of me?”

Rhea took in his face, the sharp jawline, the inked-up skin peeking from his unbuttoned dress shirt. This was the man she married at eighteen. The man she built an empire with.

She tilted her chin up. “Always.”

Jey grinned, then grabbed the tequila pineapple from the bar, pressing it into her hand. “Then drink up, Mrs. Fatu. We celebrating.”

Rhea took a slow sip, letting the burn coat her throat. “Just don’t get too drunk, ‘cause you know I hate driving your ass home.”

Jey chuckled, pressing another kiss to her forehead before pulling her into the chaos of the party towards the couches.

Tonight, they were untouchable.

Rhea sat beside Jey on the plush leather couch, her arm draped lazily over his shoulder. His hand rested on her thigh, his fingers idly tracing patterns against her skin as he leaned back, relaxed. The party roared on around them—cocaine being cut on the glass table in front of them, glasses clinking, deals being made between men who ran the streets.

Jey was basking in the moment, in the glory of the job, in the feeling of being at the top. But Rhea? She was always watching.

That’s when she saw her.

A blonde—tall, slim, clearly trying too hard—sauntering her way toward them.

Rhea exhaled slowly, setting her drink down on the table.

She hated this part. The way some of these women were too stupid, too reckless to understand that Joshua Fatu wasn’t an option. He wasn’t a bachelor, wasn’t available for small talk or flirtation. He was hers. Always.

Jey felt the shift in her energy before he even saw the girl. His fingers stilled against her leg, and when he followed her gaze, he smirked. “Oh, here we go.”

The blonde stopped just in front of them, twirling a lock of hair around her manicured finger. “Hey, Jey,” she purred, tilting her head in a way she must have thought was cute.

Rhea’s jaw tensed.

Jey was calm, unfazed. “What you want?”

The blonde pretended not to notice Rhea’s presence, as if she weren’t sitting right there—as if she weren’t the only thing standing between her and an early grave.

“I just wanted to say congratulations,” she said sweetly. “Biggest job in history, right? A man like you deserves to celebrate properly.”

She reached out as if she was going to touch Jey’s shoulder.

Rhea snapped.

Her hand shot out, grabbing the woman’s wrist hard. The room around them didn’t stop, the party didn’t pause, but the moment between them became deadly silent.

Rhea stood up slowly, towering over the woman, her grip tightening until the girl winced.

“You got two seconds,” Rhea said, voice low, dangerous. “To take your cheap ass, your cheap dress, and your cheap perfume and walk the fuck away.”

The blonde blinked, flustered, trying to tug her arm back. “I—I wasn’t trying to—”

Rhea yanked her closer, her lips just inches from the woman’s ear.

“I see you,” Rhea whispered. “I know your type. You think ‘cause I’m sitting here quiet that you can play cute and get away with it. But you don’t wanna see what happens if you disrespect me again.”

The girl’s breath hitched.

“Now be smart,” Rhea continued, letting go of her wrist only to shove her back. “And run along before I make sure you never step foot in another one of Joe’s parties again.”

The woman stumbled, her face pale as she took a shaky step back—then another—before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Jey leaned back against the couch, grinning as he watched the scene unfold. “Damn, baby. You tryna kill ‘em with words now?”

Rhea sat back down, picking up her drink like nothing happened. “Why waste bullets on a bitch who ain’t worth it?”

Jey laughed, pulling her closer. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

She smirked, leaning in, her lips brushing against his jaw. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Joe moved through the party like a king surveying his kingdom. Every eye in the room followed him, whether out of respect, fear, or a mixture of both. When he stopped in front of the couch where Jey and Rhea sat, conversations quieted just a little.

“Rhea,” Joe said, his deep voice cutting through the noise. “I need to see you in my office.”

Rhea didn’t hesitate. She gave Jey a small nod, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek before letting her go. No words were needed—he trusted her, and she trusted him.

She followed Joe through the house, weaving through drunk associates and half-dressed women until they reached the grand staircase. The further up they climbed, the more muffled the chaos of the party became. By the time they reached Joe’s private office, all that remained was the low hum of bass vibrating through the walls.

Joe pushed open the heavy mahogany door and stepped inside, walking straight to his chair behind the massive desk. The room was dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and cigars lingering in the air.

“Sit,” Joe instructed, gesturing to the leather chair across from him.

Rhea sat, crossing one leg over the other, her sharp gaze locked onto his.

Joe leaned back, studying her. Then, with a small nod, he said, “I’m very proud of what my cousin did tonight. You should be too.”

Rhea’s expression didn’t waver. “I am.”

Joe smirked, reaching into his desk drawer. He pulled out a thick folder and placed it in front of her. “I’m going to reward Joshua with something nice. But I decided to reward you first.”

Rhea arched a brow. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

Joe tapped the folder. “I bought some commercial property in a strip mall by the border. Near Tijuana.”

Rhea’s lips curled slightly. “And?”

“And I need you to run it.”

She let out a short laugh. “Run what, exactly?”

Joe chuckled, shaking his head. “Corporate lifestyle. Nine-to-five. Benefits. The whole deal.”

That made Rhea laugh harder. She sat back in her chair, amused. “You’re not fucking serious, are you?”

Joe’s laughter died first. His face turned cold, expression unreadable.

“I am,” he said flatly.

Rhea’s amusement vanished. She stared at him, her jaw tightening. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means,” Joe said, his voice calm but firm, “I’m pulling you out of the weed trade.”

Silence.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of his words settled between them like a loaded gun on the table.

Then Rhea stood up, her movements sharp, controlled, but pissed.

“That’s bullshit!”

Joe sighed, unfazed by Rhea’s outburst. He took a sip of the whiskey sitting on his desk, his dark eyes never leaving hers.

“Rhea,” he said smoothly, setting the glass down. “It’s time you settle down into a real mob wife lifestyle. Trinity’s been doing it.”

Rhea scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Trinity isn’t cut out for this business.”

Joe’s lips twitched, but he remained silent.

“You want me to play house?” Rhea continued, stepping forward, her palms flat against the desk as she leaned in. “You expect me to sit back, play the good little wife, while the men handle the business?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the heaviness that had settled in the room.

Joe met her glare head-on. “I expect you to trust my decision.”

Rhea shook her head, laughing bitterly. “I bring you a million a fucking week in the weed trade, Joe.” She jabbed a finger against the desk. “A million. And you expect me to take a step back?!”

Joe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His expression darkened.

“You think I don’t know what you bring to the table?” he asked, voice low. “You think I don’t value you?” He let the words settle before continuing. “That’s exactly why I’m pulling you out. You’ve done your part. You’ve built an empire. Now I need you somewhere else.”

Rhea clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists. “Where I’m needed is right where I am.”

Joe smirked, watching Rhea's fury burn in her eyes.

He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a cigar, and clipped the end with slow, deliberate precision.

He let the silence stretch before finally speaking.

"Exactly," he said, rolling the cigar between his fingers. "You're needed in a strip mall by the border."

Rhea's fists clenched. Her breathing was steady, but her rage simmered beneath the surface.

Joe lit his cigar, inhaled deeply, then exhaled a cloud of smoke. His eyes flicked back to her, unwavering.

"You're dismissed," he said, his voice cool, controlled.

Rhea's nostrils flared, but she knew what those words meant. Dismissed. In Joe's world, that was the end of the conversation. No more arguments. No more negotiations.

"I expect you ready by Monday."

Without a reply, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

As she descended the stairs, the pounding bass of the party hit her full force again. The stench of liquor, weed, and sweat filled the room, but her vision tunneled in on one person-Jey.

And the bitch standing too close to him.

For the second time tonight, some desperate woman had forgotten where the fuck she was.

Rhea didn't slow down. She didn't hesitate.

She closed the distance in two strides and viciously headbutted the woman, the sickening crack of bone meeting bone cutting through the music. The woman crumpled instantly, blood gushing from her nose as she hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

The party stopped.

Everyone turned to watch. No one dared to interfere.

Rhea looked down at the woman, expression ice-cold.

"Didn't I already warn you once?!" she yelled..

The woman whimpered, clutching her shattered nose.

Rhea didn't wait for a response. She flicked her wrist, motioning to two nearby guards.

"Get rid of her!" she ordered.

The men immediately moved in, dragging the barely-conscious woman across the floor as if she were nothing more than garbage.

Rhea finally turned her gaze to Jey. He was sitting back on the couch, watching her with a mixture of amusement and pride.

She exhaled sharply and sat down next to him, grabbing his drink and taking a long sip.

Jey leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You're so damn sexy when you do shit like that."

“I’m not happy with your cousin.”

Rhea’s voice was sharp, cutting through the fading party noise around them. She leaned back into the couch, her jaw tight, eyes flashing with lingering frustration.

“What happened?” he asked, keeping his voice calm.

Rhea scoffed, shaking her head. “He wants me to be a mob wife and run some bullshit strip mall store by the border,” she spat, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip. “Like I’m supposed to just step back from everything I built—everything I run—and play house.”

Jey exhaled, rubbing his chin. “Baby… I know—”

“Don’t start with me, Jey.” Rhea cut him off, her tone sharp as a blade. She set her glass down with more force than necessary. “I don’t need to be coddled.”

Jey didn’t argue. He knew better than that. Instead, he reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers, firm but steady. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles over her knuckles, grounding her.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something softer, something just for her. “I got you.”

She was still tense. He could feel the tightness in her grip, in the way her shoulders hadn’t eased.

Jey leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss there, feeling the slight hitch in her breath.

“Baby…” he whispered, lips grazing against her pulse. “Relax.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, shifting slightly in her seat, but she let her shoulders fall just a little.

Jey chuckled against her skin before pulling back just enough to look at her. “Act like you wanna relax.”

Rhea let out an exasperated huff but gave in, closing her eyes for a moment.

Jey smirked, then captured her lips with his. The kiss was slow, deep, and longing, his fingers tightening slightly around hers. He felt her exhale against him, her body finally giving in to the moment.

There it is.

Jey pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. His voice was low, a quiet promise.

“Let’s go home, baby.”

Rhea nodded, still gripping his hand as they stood. They didn’t look back. The party, the noise, the flashing lights—it all faded behind them as they stepped outside into the San Diego night.

The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of salt from the Pacific. A low hum of city life surrounded them, distant sirens wailing somewhere in the distance.

Jey’s black Mercedes convertible sat at the front of the estate, its sleek frame gleaming under the streetlights. The custom J + D license plate caught the glow, a subtle but permanent mark of them.

Jey opened the passenger door for Rhea, watching as she slid inside effortlessly, legs crossed as she settled in. He moved around to the driver’s seat, starting the car with a deep purr of the engine.

As they pulled onto the road, the soft, hypnotic intro of “Selfish” by PnB Rock filled the car, the bass humming through the seats.

The city lights blurred past them, golden and endless. The open highway stretched ahead, leading them toward the ocean, toward the life they built together.

Rhea reached over, her fingers intertwining with Jey’s as the wind moved through her dark hair.

She let her head rest back against the seat, finally allowing herself to breathe.

The black Mercedes convertible pulled smoothly into the garage of their seaside condo, the soft hum of the engine cutting off as Jey shifted into park. The sound of the rolling waves outside blended with the quiet whir of the cooling car, a stillness compared to the chaos of the night they had just left behind.

As the garage door lowered, Jey stepped out, closing his door with a casual flick of his wrist. But before Rhea could even think about moving, he was already rounding the car, reaching for her side.

Always.

No matter how heated their fights got, no matter how many times they butted heads, no matter how stubborn she could be—Jey never let her open her own damn door.

He pulled it open with ease, extending his hand.

Rhea smirked slightly, placing her palm against his. “I could’ve done that myself, you know.”

Jey tilted his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Not while I’m breathing.”

Rhea let him help her out of the car, his grip firm yet soft as he led her inside.

Jey punched in the security code, the condo unlocking with a faint click as the door leading into their home swung open. The scent of saltwater and the faint trace of her coconut-sandalwood candles filled the air.

The space was sleek, modern, but still intimate—their home. The open windows framed the ocean, moonlight casting silver streaks across the waves.

Jey locked the door behind them, his movements fluid, practiced. He moved through the condo with ease, muscle memory guiding him.

Rhea followed, already kicking off her heels as they made their way upstairs.

She hated sleeping in makeup. Without hesitation, she reached for the hem of her dress, stripping out of the tight fabric and tossing it carelessly onto the chair in the corner. Jey followed suit, shrugging off his designer shirt and letting it drop to the floor.

Rhea grabbed a makeup wipe from her vanity, dragging it across her face in smooth, practiced strokes. The remnants of the night—the smudged eyeliner, the faint red of her lipstick—disappeared with each swipe.

Once satisfied, she grabbed one of her favorite black lace babydoll slip dresses, slipping it over her head. The silk glided against her skin, the hem skimming just below her upper thighs.

Jey watched her the whole time, his eyes dark, hungry, but steady. Admiring.

She climbed into bed first, stretching out against the cool sheets. The distant sound of the ocean filtered through the open balcony doors, mixing with the soft rustle of Jey’s movements as he slid in beside her.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into him, his arms wrapping around her waist, one leg tangling with hers.

Rhea let him hold her, let herself melt against the warmth of his skin, his steady heartbeat against her back.

Jey’s lips brushed against the nape of her neck, his breath warm.

“I’d do anything for you,” he murmured, his voice a quiet promise in the dark.

Rhea turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his in the dim lighting. “Anything?”

Jey didn’t hesitate.

“I’d die for you, my queen.”

Rhea studied him, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along his forearm.

“I don’t need you to die for me,” she whispered. “I need you to live for me.”

Jey exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss against her temple.

“Then I’ll live for you.”

—

The sharp, shrill ring of Jey’s burner phone cut through the silence, yanking him from the heavy grip of sleep. His brows furrowed as he blindly reached for it on the nightstand, the cool metal slipping into his grasp.

7:24 AM.

Too damn early.

He exhaled sharply, swiping to answer. “What?”

Joe’s voice came through, low and firm. “My house. Now.”

And then, nothing.

The call ended before Jey could respond, leaving only the faint, rhythmic sound of the waves outside.

Jey sighed, running a hand down his face before turning onto his side. Rhea was still deep in sleep, her breathing steady, her body curled slightly into the sheets.

His queen.

Jey leaned in, pressing a slow, warm kiss against her exposed shoulder, before carefully tucking the blanket around her. He knew better than to wake her unless it was life or death.

With practiced ease, he slid out of bed, moving on autopilot as he grabbed a hoodie, sweatpants, and a pair of socks. His slides were waiting near the door, just where he had kicked them off the night before.

But before heading out, he made a quick stop.

Jey pushed open the bathroom door, the dim light reflecting off the marble sink. He crouched down, opening the cabinet drawer, fingers immediately finding the familiar small baggie tucked inside.

The fine white powder inside practically glowed under the bathroom lights.

Jey pulled out a straw and a black metal card, both already waiting for him on the counter. He didn’t hesitate.

With precise movements, he dumped some of the coke onto the cool surface of the counter, the blade of the card swiftly cutting it into four clean lines.

One. Two. Three. Four.

He leaned down, pressed the straw to his nostril, and snorted two lines back-to-back, the burn immediate, the rush hitting him like a switch being flipped.

By the time he took the last two, his mind was sharp, awake, buzzing.

He exhaled, tilting his head back, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. A familiar heat spread through his veins—his pulse quickening, his body light yet wired at the same time.

He rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, checked his nose in the mirror—all clear.

Then, he left.

The stairs leading down to the garage creaked under his weight as he grabbed his keys off the wall hook. The familiar shape of his car sat waiting, the morning sun casting long shadows through the half-opened garage door.

Jey slid into the driver’s seat, flexing his jaw, eyes sharp and focused.

He tapped the gas pedal once, feeling the power rumble beneath him before pulling out onto the street.

Joe wanted him now?

Fine.

But whatever this was, it better be worth waking him the fuck up for.

Jey’s mind buzzed as he pulled up to Joe’s estate. The adrenaline still coursed through him from the coke earlier, but now it was mixed with a growing sense of curiosity. He didn’t like being called in without warning, especially when the family was involved.

He parked the car in front of the massive mansion, stepping out and taking in a deep breath of the cool morning air. His hoodie and sweats felt loose against his body, but he wasn’t here for comfort.

Jey walked toward the front door with purpose, punching in his code into the security pad by the entrance. The heavy doors opened with a low groan.

Inside, the air smelled of fresh coffee and warmth, a stark contrast to the weight that rested on his shoulders.

“Good morning, Jey,” Galina said, her soft voice barely carrying over the sounds of the TV in the living room. She looked up from her spot on the couch, sipping her coffee, her eyes catching his for just a moment. There was an easy smile on her face, but Jey could tell something was off.

“Morning, Gal,” Jey muttered, barely acknowledging her, his mind already on the meeting. He offered a nod before making his way upstairs.

The stairs creaked beneath his weight as he made his way toward the office. When he reached the door, he paused, his hand on the handle, sensing the tension before he even opened it.

Jey pushed the doors open without a second thought, his voice cutting through the room. “What’s so important?”

His words hung in the air, but the moment he stepped inside, they lost their edge.

Jey froze. The room wasn’t just filled with Joe. No, it was the elders of the Anoa’i/Fatu crime family. Men he respected, feared, and admired. All of them were sitting in a semi-circle, their eyes on him.

His father Solofa was standing with his brothers Jon and Joseph. The look on his father’s face was unreadable—Solofa rarely showed emotion. Jey’s brothers both nodded at him, but there was something in their eyes that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This wasn’t a normal conversation.

Joe, seated behind his massive desk, leaned forward slightly. The elders remained silent, their attention on Jey as if they were waiting for something.

Jey’s stomach tightened. Whatever this was about, it felt like the weight of his entire family’s legacy was sitting on his shoulders.

Joe broke the silence, his voice calm but powerful. “The High Chiefs have all agreed…” He paused for effect. “You’re getting made.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut, and Jey’s mind immediately raced. Getting made? Made man? The ceremony—the responsibilities—it was everything he had ever worked for in this life, but now that it was being offered…

He blinked a few times, trying to process what Joe had said. His father’s eyes were on him, but his face gave nothing away.

“You… you sure about this, Joe?” Jey’s voice was low, but firm.

Joe smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Absolutely. You’ve earned it.” He motioned to the elders, who all nodded in agreement. “The family has spoken.”

Jey felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him—pride, fear, excitement, but mostly… a sense of finality.

This wasn’t just a business decision; it was a turning point. He was no longer just Joe’s cousin or a son of Solofa. He was becoming part of something far bigger, something that would bind him to the family forever.

“You’re officially in, Jey,” Joe continued, his gaze locked on him. “This is your bloodline, your legacy. And now… we’re giving you the responsibility.”

Jey swallowed hard, his chest tight. He glanced at his father and brothers, who were silent but seemingly in approval. His father’s eyes softened, but there was still an edge to them, the same wariness that Jey had seen his whole life.

Jon gave him a firm nod, and Joseph’s expression was unreadable.

Jey didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he let the weight of the decision settle. Being made wasn’t just an honor—it came with its share of burdens. The expectations. The responsibilities. The constant need to prove yourself.

After a long pause, Jey finally spoke, his voice steady. “I’m ready.”

The room seemed to release a collective breath. Joe smiled, satisfaction evident on his face. “Good. We’ll get everything in order for the ceremony soon. But first…” He stood up and walked toward Jey, his voice lowering. “I need you to know that this isn’t just about you. This is about your family. And it’ll always be about family.”

Jey nodded, understanding the weight of those words more than anyone could know.

Family. It was everything. But now, it would be more than just blood—it would be power, loyalty, and sacrifice. And it would be something that would define him, his choices, and everything he did from here on out.

Joe turned to the elders and nodded to them. They stood, one by one, coming forward to shake Jey’s hand.

This was real now.

This was the beginning of something bigger.

And as Jey stood there, his heart racing, he could feel the familiar weight of the family settling on his shoulders.

The smoke curled between them, the scent mixing with the faint aroma of leather and whiskey that always clung to Joe’s office. The elders of the Anoa’i/Fatu crime family sat in a semi-circle behind Joe, their faces unreadable, their silent presence heavier than any words spoken in the room.

Joe finally exhaled, watching Jey through the haze. “You’re not made just yet,” he said, voice even, but weighted.

Jey clenched his jaw. He wasn’t impatient—he knew how this worked. Nothing came easy.

Joe continued, “You do this right, then we start the process.”

Jey nodded once, his gaze unwavering. “I understand.”

Joe tapped the ash from his cigar into a heavy crystal tray, then leaned back in his chair. “Good.” He let the moment settle before giving the order.

“I need you to take Rhea and drive down to Tijuana.”

Jey’s brow furrowed slightly. “Tijuana?”

Joe nodded. “There’s a shop with a donkey on it. You’re gonna take a car down there that it’s in a parking garage and get a broken taillight fixed.”

Jey exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hand over his beard. “That it?”

Joe smirked slightly, but his eyes held no humor. “That’s it. You take the car down. They’ll handle the rest. Once the job is done, you and Rhea drive it back—clean.”

Jey knew what this was. A test. An easy job on the surface, but nothing in this life was ever what it seemed.

Joe studied him for a moment before adding, “I’d hurry up and get to the border. It’s the weekend, and the shop closes early.”

Jey could feel the eyes of the elders still on him, their silent judgment pressing into his back. He didn’t need them to say anything—he knew what was at stake.

Turning on his heel, he exited the office, descending the grand staircase two steps at a time. The party from the night before had long died down, but the smell of cigar smoke, liquor, and perfume still lingered in the air.

This wasn’t just a drive to Mexico.

This was his initiation.

—

Steam curled around Rhea as she let the hot water soothe the tension in her muscles. Her head still throbbed slightly from the headbutt she’d delivered the night before, but she had no regrets. That woman had learned her lesson.

She tilted her head back under the spray, sighing deeply, letting herself enjoy the rare moment of peace—until the sound of the bedroom door opening broke her from it.

“That you, baby?” she called, pushing wet strands of hair from her face.

Jey didn’t answer right away, but she could hear his footsteps, moving fast, the shuffle of clothes being pulled from drawers. Something was up.

Then his voice came through, sharp, urgent. “Baby! We need to go! Now!”

Rhea frowned, quickly shutting off the water. “What do we have to do?”

“Tijuana, baby! Hurry up!”

She didn’t hesitate. Jey wouldn’t rush her unless it was serious. She grabbed the soap, scrubbing herself down quickly before stepping out onto the cool tiles. A second later, the bathroom door swung open, and Jey entered, setting a neatly folded stack of clothes on the counter.

Rhea grabbed a towel, squeezing out her hair. “What’s going on?”

Jey’s eyes were bright, wired with adrenaline. He stepped closer, hands resting on the counter as he leaned toward her, excitement buzzing off him.

“My initiation, baby.” His lips curled into a grin. “It’s happening.”

Rhea froze for just a second before her face broke into a wide smile.

This was huge.

Jey had been grinding for years—proving his loyalty, showing his worth. The elders never rushed this process, and the fact that it was finally happening meant that they saw him as someone worthy of becoming made.

Pride swelled in her chest. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

When she pulled back, her hands still cupping his jaw, she whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”

Jey’s grin only widened. He kissed her once more, quick but deep, before pulling away.

“Then get dressed, baby,” he smirked. “We got a drive ahead.”

—

The soft sounds of the engine and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore filled the vibe as Jey and Rhea sped down the coastal highway toward the border. The early morning light cast a gloriou hue over the ocean, making the water shimmer like liquid gold.

Rhea stared out at the endless blue, her mind racing. Was this the right time to bring this up?

She glanced at Jey, his grip firm on the wheel, his jaw tense in focus. They had been together since they were ten, married at eighteen, and now here they were at twenty-eight, with power, money, and loyalty at their fingertips. Everything they had built together was finally falling into place.

So why did she still feel like something was missing?

Jey noticed the way she was staring at the ocean, her expression deeper than usual.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, glancing at her before shifting his focus back on the road.

Rhea hesitated for a moment before exhaling. “When are we going to have a kid?”

Jey’s hands flexed against the leather of the steering wheel. “Baby…” he sighed, keeping his voice steady, “right now, we’re just building our empire.”

Rhea nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I know.”

Jey cast another glance her way. “You just got pissed because Joe took you away from your weed trade and put you in a strip mall. Now you’re talking about a kid?”

“I know,” she repeated, her voice softer.

Jey sighed, shaking his head. “I mean… our little habits, Rhea. We have a kid, we can’t be doing coke in the morning before we tend to them.”

She swallowed, knowing he was right. They had built their world on discipline, respect, and control, but they were still reckless in their own ways. A child would change everything.

But the thought of waiting forever gnawed at her.

“I know but…” she trailed off.

Jey looked over at her, his expression unreadable. “But what?”

Rhea finally turned away from the ocean and looked straight at him.

“I don’t want to be the oldest mom in preschool.”

Jey huffed a small laugh under his breath, shaking his head. “Baby, you ain’t old.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean now, but I don’t wanna wait ‘til I’m pushing forty either.”

Jey kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw tightened. He knew Rhea wasn’t the type to just throw out thoughts like this unless she had been sitting on them for a while.

He reached over, intertwining his fingers with hers.

“We’ll figure it out, baby. But right now… let’s just get through today.”

Rhea nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go.

The border was getting closer, the weight of responsibility pressing down on them both.

Rhea stayed quiet for a moment before she shifted the mood, her lips curling into a smirk. "Plus... no more midday activities if we have a kid."

Jey smirked back. "Yeah... we really can't do any of those extracurricular activities in the afternoon like we normally do."

Rhea arched a brow, tilting her head. "Oh really now?" She reached up, fingers grazing the side of his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp.

Jey chuckled, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"Yeah... no more balcony... no more kitchen..."

Rhea purred, leaning in closer. "The shower?"

Jey licked his lips. "Gone."

"The washer?" she teased, voice low.

Jey shook his head with a smirk. "Baby, the spin cycle would be over."

Rhea let out a soft, husky laugh, her fingers tracing down his arm. "Mami loves the spin cycle."

Jey let out a breath through his nose, shaking his head. "You drive me crazy, baby."

She grinned. "Good."

For a moment, the playful energy settled between them, but then Jey's voice dropped, carrying a different weight.

"My queen... soon, I will give you everything you ever wanted." His tone was serious, steady. A promise, not just words. "I promised you that."

Rhea held his gaze for a moment, then looked back at the ocean, her expression unreadable.

Jey never made promises lightly.

And he never broke them.

37 Minutes Later. 9:42 AM

The border station loomed ahead, a mix of concrete barriers, steel fencing, and uniformed officers moving with sharp efficiency. The sun cast a harsh glare over the checkpoint as Jey slowed the car to a stop in front of the booth.

A border patrol officer approached, his expression unreadable behind his aviator sunglasses.

“Passports,” he said, his tone flat.

Jey reached into the glove compartment, retrieving both his and Rhea’s passports. He handed them over with a practiced ease, flashing a laid-back smile. “Morning, boss.”

The officer barely acknowledged the greeting, flipping through the pages. His gaze flicked up, lingering on Jey for a second longer than necessary, then shifted to Rhea. She offered a polite, almost bored smile, leaning back into her seat.

“Purpose of your visit?” the officer asked.

Jey didn’t hesitate. “Ah, just a quick day trip, man. Little shopping, maybe grab some tacos. My girl loves the markets.”

The officer’s eyes flickered between them, clearly unimpressed. “You live in San Diego. Plenty of tacos there.”

Jey chuckled. “Yeah, but they ain’t the same, y’know? Gotta have the real thing.”

The officer stared at him for a moment, then let his gaze move over the car. “You ever been to Tijuana before?”

“Couple times, yeah. Nothing crazy, though.” Jey kept his tone light, his grip on the wheel steady. “We’ll be in and out, just a little afternoon getaway.”

The officer hummed, then glanced back at Rhea. “You excited for some tacos?”

Rhea smiled lazily, playing her part. “Oh yeah. Can’t come to TJ and not get tacos, right?”

The officer didn’t respond. He gave one final glance at their passports before handing them back. “Enjoy your trip.”

Jey nodded, keeping his cool as he rolled up the window and eased the car forward, passing through the checkpoint. Only when they were safely across the border did he exhale, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Too easy,” he muttered.

Rhea stretched her arms over her head. “Yeah, let’s hope the rest of today goes just as smooth.”

Jey smirked, his eyes locking onto hers for a brief moment before returning to the road. “It will, baby. We just gotta fix a damn taillight.”

But deep down, they both knew—nothing in their world was ever that simple.

Jey and Rhea arrived at the parking garage, the soft hum of the engine still ringing in the air as Jey pulled into a quiet spot. He shifted the car into park and killed the engine, taking a quick glance at Rhea.

“We’re here,” Jey said as he opened his door and got out.

He walked around the car, his shoes echoing softly against the concrete, and opened the passenger door for Rhea. She slid out gracefully, giving him a small smile as they walked side by side toward the next level up of the garage.

The fluorescent lights flickered above them as they moved, their footsteps slow but steady. At the next turn, Jey’s eyes fell on a white Dodge Durango parked near the wall. Its broken taillight stood out against the dark, empty space.

Jey pulled out his burner phone, unlocking the screen and quickly opening Joe’s last message. His eyes scanned the license plate number that was provided, matching it exactly to the Durango before him.

“This is it,” Jey muttered under his breath, moving toward the gas tank. He opened it, his fingers brushing against the edge before his eyes landed on the small keyring tucked neatly inside. Jey grabbed the keys and walked back around to the passenger side, opening the door for Rhea.

“After you, baby,” he said, his voice calm but purposeful.

Rhea slid into the passenger seat, glancing up at him with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “You sure this is all we need to do?”

“I’m sure love.” Jey closed her door, getting into the driver’s side. He slid the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life as he exhaled sharply. “Let’s do this.”

With the Durango now in motion, Jey navigated through the dark streets, his hands tight on the wheel. The city’s lights blurred past them as the car drifted through the winding roads.

“There it is,” Rhea said, suddenly sitting up straighter in her seat, her eyes focused ahead.

Jey followed her gaze, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Good eye, love,” he replied, nodding in approval.

As they reached the spot, Jey pulled the car to a stop just outside the group of three men sitting near the entrance. He glanced over at Rhea, then back to the men before opening his door and stepping out.

He adjusted his hoodie as he walked toward them, his footsteps purposeful but measured. The men didn’t look up at first, too absorbed in their conversation, but Jey cleared his throat, a sharp sound cutting through the chatter.

“Necesito que me arreglen el faro trasero,” Jey said smoothly in perfect Spanish, his voice firm but respectful. He made sure to catch the eye of the man closest to him, letting the weight of his presence linger.

The three men looked up, slightly surprised but not intimidated. One of them, an older man with graying hair, raised an eyebrow and stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans.

”¿Arreglarlo ahora?” he asked, sounding both confused and intrigued.

Jey gave a subtle nod, his eyes locked on the man. “Sí. Ahora.”

Rhea watched from the car, her eyes scanning the scene. She couldn’t help but feel the familiar fear rising, but she trusted Jey to handle this—he always did.

After all… he was in charge.

[gingiesworld]

Old Flames

Civil War Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Reader has a penis. Breeding.

Requested by @ginnsbaker

18+ MINORS DNI

"Forever."

"And always."

After the battle at the airport, Vision tried to help get Wanda free from the Raft. Tony could see that the synthezoid was evolving, he was feeling more human with each passing moment. What Tony had never expected was the news he recieved when he arrived at the Raft.

"Wanda Maximoff was broken free last night." Secretary Ross informed him. "You wouldn't have anything to do with it now?"

"No." Tony told him firmly. "As much as I feel horrible with her being here, I wouldn't go back on the Accords."

"The power went down. The cameras were hacked." Secretary Ross stated. "The only person that came to mind with that was you."

"I can assure you. It wasn't me." Tony stated. "You can search the compound and every one of my safe houses but I assure you it wasn't me."

Wanda soon woke up in a dimly lit room, her eyes darting around the room. She wasn't in the restraints she was put in when she was in the Raft. She was just in her suit.

"You know, when I heard your name on the news after the incident. I just couldn't believe you were still alive." She watched as a figure emerged from the doorway.

"Who are you?" She asked, her accent thick.

"I'm hurt that you don't recognise my voice." They spoke, feigning hurt. "After all, you were the one who said always."

"You were dead." Wanda whispered as Y/N chuckled.

"That is what Strucker told you." Y/N stated as they took a seat on the bed beside her. "I was transferred. After they realised our bond. Our relationship, they used it as leverage for their own gain." Wanda remained silent as they spoke. "They told me that you had lost the baby."

"What baby?" Wanda questioned. She remembered their nights spent together, but she was never pregnant.

"They were the ones who told me you were pregnant, and when you miscarried. They told me that you never wanted to see me again." They told her.

"Y/N, you were the only one I ever cared about. Why would I hate you?" Wanda questioned as Y/N shrugged.

"I wanted to have a family with you Wanda." They whispered, they had flicked on the light. Wanda gasped as she saw the once warm blue eyes she fell in love with. "I always did, since we were little."

"Y/N, we're completely different people now." She whispered as they took her hand in theirs. Playing with the many rings on her fingers.

"You will always be the same Wanda to me." They whispered as she shook her head.

"Y/N, we don't know each other anymore." Wanda tried as Y/N shook their head and cupped her cheek.

"You are just a little different." They whispered as their thumb brushed against her bottom lip. "But I bet I remember all of the things that make you squirm." Wanda sighed when they pressed their lips against her own, almost getting lost in the feeling.

"I can't." Wanda whispered as she pulled away.

"You can Wanda." They told her as she shook her head.

"I have Vision." She told them as they smiled at her.

"I understand your powers may be different but it will be ok. This is meant to be. We are meant to be." They told her as they brushed her hair from her face.

"No. Vision has nothing to do with my powers." Wanda whispered as her heart pounded in her chest as Y/N untied her corset. "He is my uh, well I'm not quite sure what we are."

"You're mine Wanda." Y/N told her sternly. "You belong to me, and me alone." Wanda sighed when she felt their lips on her skin as they removed her top. Their hands softly grazing her skin. Remembering the way her skin reacted to their touch.

Wanda moaned as they wrapped their lips around her nipple. Wanda's hand went to the back of their head. Keeping them in place as they continued to suck on the hardened bud.

"Fuck." Wanda moaned lewdly when Y/N's fingers made their way beneath her pants and underwear. Thrusting slowly into her soaked core.

"We have to find her Mr Stark." Vision urged as Tony sighed.

"I have been looking for days Vision." He told him. "I haven't found a single trace of Wanda or the person who broke her out."

"What about Steve?" He questioned as Tony sighed.

"He only got there a couple of days ago. I already questioned him in Siberia." Tony informed him. "He knows nothing of Wanda's whereabouts."

"I don't know what this is that I am feeling Mr Stark but my calculations tell me it's love." Vision told him. "I can feel more with each day that passes."

"I understand that Vision." Tony sighed. "I am looking everywhere."

Y/N was thrusting inside her at a steady pace, the two sharing a kiss before Y/N looked in Wanda's eyes.

"I can't wait to breed you Wanda." They husked out. "Have the family we always talked about."

"Please." Wanda begged as she scratched down their back. "I need it. I need you. All of you."

Y/N grunted as they went faster and harder. Wanda reaching her third orgasm as Y/N reached their own releasing inside of her before they brushed the hair from her face. Watching as she caught her breath.

"I love you Wanda. Forever." They whispered.

"I love you Y/N. Always." She leaned up and kissed their lips lovingly. All of their feelings coming back in full force. The two old flames back together. Burning brighter together than they were when they were apart.

[huggybearluvr]

If I Could Fly || J.D

!! A Part of the 30 days of music series !!

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: After Jamie got drafted to the Flyers you were both missing the other more than ever. You would have left with him if it weren't for your classes. However, after a late night phone call with Jamie, you drop everything and go to him without a second thought.

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Jamie had been gone for nearly three weeks now. You couldn't help but feel lonely as you sat in the once shared apartment.

It was nearing 9 in California, so you knew calling Jamie was not an option. It was almost midnight on the east coast.

You sat on the couch watching one of your favorite movies to hopefully distract yourself.

About thirty minutes later a familiar ringtone buzzed from you phone. you were quick to pick it up answering the call.

"Jamie? everything okay?" you asked into the phone.

"Not really," He said trailing off.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You asked now sitting up.

"I just miss you so much, I can't sleep at all," He said softly.

"I know baby, I miss you too," You spoke truthfully, "I wish I could be there."

"I do too," He said.

"Its late baby, go to bed, you have a big game tomorrow against the red wings."

"Alright, I love you," Jamie said smiling into the phone.

"I love you too."

"I'm missing half of me when we're apart"

After the call ended you couldn't help but think about going to Jamie. At around 11 you decided you couldn't just sit here.

You practically sprinted to your room. Grabbing your laptop and emailing your academic advisor, letting them know you would be needing to transfer schools and would like to finish this semester online.

Once your emails were sent you booked a flight to Phili.

You packed up as much as you could in two suit cases and texted Trevor to come over.

As you sat in the living room bags packed you felt more relaxed then you ever have before.

You knew you would be coming back during the summer to finish your moving but for now these two suitcases would be more than enough.

You heard a knock at the door and quickly got up to answer it. As you pulled the door open you saw a half awake Trevor standing there.

"y/n it's midnight, what was so important I had to come over?" He said rubbing at his eyes.

"I need a ride to the airport, and here is the keys your gonna have to check in here once a week til im back to move everything," You spoke quickly.

"Wait what where are you even going?" Trevor said taking the key from you.

"Im moving to Phili."

Trevor couldn't help but smile. He was happy his best friend had someone like you in his life.

"Let's go then," Trevor spoke picking up one of your bags and following you out to his car.

-

You landed in Phili calling an uber to take you to Jamie's apartment. You texted his neighbor carter letting him know you would be at the stadium within the hour.

Carter, Jamies Goalie and Neighbor had agreed to leave a key to his place outside the door so you could leave your stuff there to make it to the game on time. He also agreed to get you a media pass so you would be able to surprise Jamie.

After you dropped your stuff off you headed straight to the Arena. You got in through the back and quickly made your way to your seat. You opted for a pretty bad seat but you didn't want Jamie to see you.

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The Flyers had won the game against the wings and you were more than ready to run down and see your boyfriend.

You quickly made your way to the ice, walking to the locker rooms. You stood outside of the locker room.

Many teammates walked by giving you an odd look as they had no idea who you were.

Carter came out and sent a smile your way, as you handed him the key to his apartment," Thank you so much for helping me."

"I did this for the kid but, your welcome," He said with a laugh," I'll see you both later."

You stood a little longer, Jamie was the last one out.

He walked out of the locker room, with wet hair and you swear he's never looked so good. His eyes were stuck on his phone.

You picked up your phone calling him. He answered.

"Look up, idiot," You said before hanging up.

Jamies eyes met yours, you both felt butterflies as the world around you froze. You practically ran to Jamie engulfing him in a much needed hug.

"I can feel your heart inside of mine"

"Is this real? how are you here?" He said pulling away to look at you.

"I'm moving here," You smiled leaning up to kiss him.

"baby, you have school," He said, once he pulled away hesitantly.

"I'm transferring, I couldn't be away from you any more," You spoke softly," I already talked to my advisor, Trev's gonna keep an eye on my place til we can move the rest, and for now my suitcases are at Carters."

"I love you so much," Jamie said as he awed at not only your physical beauty but how perfect you were for him. He truly thought that he wouldn't see you for months but now here you are in his arms, and he is never letting you go again.

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Family Travel Made Easy: Navigating Airport Transfers with Baby Seat in Turkey

Travelling with a baby can be challenging, especially when it comes to navigating airport transfers. However, Turkey, with its rich cultural heritage and welcoming atmosphere, offers several options to make this experience as smooth as possible. Here’s a guide to help you navigate airport transfers with a baby seat in Turkey, ensuring a stress-free start to your family vacation.

Choosing the Right Airport Transfer Service

When travelling with a baby, safety and convenience are paramount. In Turkey, numerous airport transfer services cater to families with young children. It's crucial to choose a service that provides baby seats as part of their offering. Most reputable companies allow you to book a baby seat in advance, ensuring that it's ready and properly installed when you arrive.

Look for companies with positive reviews regarding their family-friendly services. Some popular options include private car services, shared shuttles, and even some taxi companies that offer pre-booked baby seats. Websites and apps like KiwiTaxi, GetTransfer, and local Turkish providers like TransferAlanya offer these services.

Booking in Advance

Booking your airport transfer in advance is highly recommended. This not only guarantees availability but also gives you peace of mind knowing that all your transportation needs are taken care of. When booking, specify the type of baby seat required based on your child’s age and weight. Ensure you receive confirmation that the baby seat will be included.

When making your booking, provide details about your flight to account for any delays. Most services track flight times and will adjust your pick-up time accordingly, ensuring that your driver is there when you land, regardless of any unexpected changes to your schedule.

Arrival and Pick-Up

Upon arrival in Turkey, follow the instructions provided by your transfer service for pick-up. Typically, drivers will meet you in the arrivals area with a sign bearing your name. For larger airports like Istanbul Airport or Antalya Airport, it’s helpful to know the specific meeting point as these airports can be quite busy and sprawling.

Your driver should assist with your luggage and help you install the baby seat if it isn't already set up. It's always a good idea to double-check the installation to ensure it's secure. Taking a few minutes to do this can provide extra peace of mind for the journey ahead.

Enjoying the Ride

Once everything is set up, sit back and enjoy the ride to your destination. Turkish hospitality often extends to transportation services, so don't be surprised if your driver offers water or other refreshments. If you have any specific needs or requests, communicate them clearly to your driver. Most drivers will go out of their way to ensure your family is comfortable.

Travelling through Turkey's scenic landscapes can be a wonderful experience, even more so when you know your child is safe and secure in their baby seat. Whether you're heading to the bustling streets of Istanbul or the serene beaches of Antalya, a smooth and hassle-free airport transfer sets the tone for a great holiday.

FAQs

1. Can I bring my own baby seat for airport transfers in Turkey?

Yes, you can bring your own baby seat. However, it may be cumbersome to carry it along with your luggage. Many airport transfer services provide baby seats upon request, which can be more convenient.

2. How do I ensure the baby seat provided meets safety standards?

Most reputable transfer services in Turkey use baby seats that comply with international safety standards. When booking, you can ask for details about the brand and model of the baby seat. Upon arrival, inspect the seat to ensure it’s in good condition and properly installed.

3. What types of baby seats are available for airport transfers?

Airport transfer services typically offer various types of baby seats, including infant seats for babies up to 1 year old, toddler seats for children aged 1-3 years, and booster seats for older children. When booking, specify your child’s age and weight to ensure the correct seat is provided.

4. What if my flight is delayed or arrives early?

Most airport transfer services in Turkey track flight arrivals and adjust pick-up times accordingly. When booking, provide your flight details so the service can monitor your arrival time. In case of any significant delays, it’s always good to have the contact details of the transfer service handy to inform them directly.

Conclusion

In conclusion, navigating airport transfers with a baby seat in Turkey is made easy with a bit of planning and the right service provider. By booking in advance and ensuring the necessary equipment is available, you can start your family vacation on a positive note, enjoying all that Turkey has to offer.

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Away From Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: next part in the Score A Goalie universe... enjoy! next one will take a while, it requires research:)

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The UWCL final in Eindhoven was here. Barcelona versus Wolfsburg. Clàudia on the pitch, you watching from the stands. You hadn’t felt so anxious about a match since the Copa De La Reina final, Atleti against Real Madrid, a match that went from 2-0 up to Real Madrid to Atleti bringing it to 2-2, through extra time and into penalties. Atleti came out on top and you were unashamed to admit that you had shed tears of joy over Atleti’s victory.

You had spent your time after the league finished organising the stuff you had brought to Barcelona back in January, trying to fit what you needed for your plans after the final.

Both sets of plans, as Clàudia planned to help you with your move, before the two of you went on a small holiday to serve as a break for you before you were thrown into training for the NWSL with NJ/NY Gotham FC, a club in need of a strong goalie to maintain their position at number 1 in the table.

It was hard, but you no longer had your apartment in Madrid, moving your things into storage that you did want to keep, but selling a lot. Clàudia was keeping some of your stuff for your return to Barcelona, the plans being after the NWSL season was done in November, you would be able to visit whilst Atleti and Gotham sorted out the post-NWSL training you could do before the winter transfer window in January.

But your career wasn’t the focus right now, as you sat in the stands of the Philips Stadium, in Eindhoven, waiting. Pina was on the bench but the stadium energy was electric.

Wolfsburg may have scored two goals first, but you couldn’t help but think about the Copa De La Reina final, Atleti were two goals down before bringing it up to 2-2, taking it to penalties after extra time where Atleti won.

You did not want it to go to penalties.

The second half was different and you could feel it, Patri sending the ball into the net to take it to 2-1, then two minutes later, Patri sent the ball in again, the score going to 2-2. Rolfö eventually making it 3-2 but later shots were going wide.

Pina was finally subbed on for Mariona in the 79th minute, while Ana was subbed on for Caro at the same time.

You grimaced as Wilms fouled Pina, but it wasn’t long after that Wilms was subbed off. A clash between Bronze and Popp had all the attention on the sidelines however, as Ingrid and Alexia prepared to be subbed onto the pitch at the 89th minute. 7 minutes of stoppage time were added, your stomach twisting as you leaned forwards in your seat, watching carefully.

Popp and Paredes ended up with yellow cards after a collision almost looked like it would turn into a fight on the pitch, Alexia and Ingrid having been subbed on minutes before the seven minutes of stoppage time arrived. Tackles flew in with players dropping like flies and you couldn’t stop grimacing.

Eventually the minutes ran out, Barcelona being crowned champions of Europe as Queen’s We Are The Champions played across the stadium, the team swaying and Pina rocking the trophy like it was a baby.

She spotted you in the stands, grinning and waving as you waved back, jumping up and down in celebration.

///

The UWCL final was a flashbulb memory in your mind, and your fiancee’s as you sorted out your suitcases, the flight across the Atlantic amounting to more than 8 hours in the air, with Patri driving you two to the Barcelona airport.

“I will miss you, but I will miss your pancakes more.” Patri declared as she watched you travel with double the amount of suitcases as Pina, but the reasoning made sense.

You were moving countries for your career, your fiancee was helping you settle in first, but you were allowed a break before going head on into the NWSL.

A break that you were spending with Pina, visiting someone you hadn’t seen in almost a year. Jenni Hermoso, who currently resides in Mexico to play for Pachuca in the Liga MX Femenil.

Arriving at JFK airport, Pina pulled up her hood, whilst you dug through your backpack, eventually finding a pair of sunglasses and putting them on to obscure your face.

“Where do we go?”

“I was emailed instructions… we need to get the subway to…” you paused, looking between your suitcases, to your large backpack balanced on one of them, to Pina’s luggage, “we’re taking suitcases on the subway… great start.”

“So we go from central station and get a connecting train to New Jersey…” You went over the instructions, passing Pina your sunglasses as you found your hat, almost amused at the Atleti logo on it but you were pretty sure someone had recognised you both whilst on the subway already.

///

“This should be it. The club arranged something close to the subway so I could get around without a car.” You explained, putting the key in the lock and almost celebrating when it turned and opened the door.

Wheeling all the suitcases inside, you headed over to the windows as you heard your fiancee speak, “es pequeño,” as she locked the door behind you both.

“Un poco,” agreeing with her, but it was a studio apartment with a tiny kitchen and windows that let in a lot of natural light, the view of the city presenting the hustle and bustle of New Jersey as you gazed out at the busy road full of cars.

“It feels very… New York, New Jersey… I don’t see a bat signal though.” You joked, peeking through the blinds like you were looking for a way to summon Batman.

“Gotham.” Pina rolled her eyes playfully as she snickered at your joke, walking over to the window to have a look.

“Suppose I should unpack something. Can’t leave it all until I’m back from Mexico and you’re on a flight… back to Barcelona.” Meeting your fiancee’s sad gaze, you held back your emotions as she reached for your hand.

“What am I doing? Moving nearly forty thousand miles away from you for a few months in the hopes my goalkeeper career isn’t just sitting on a bench until I retire then get stuck trying to become a goalkeeper coach? I’m sorry, you deserve better.”

“No. I deserve you. We deserve each other, and we both deserve play time, but I want you too.” Pina declared, her hand cupping your cheek as your face softened from where it was scrunched up in sadness, trying to hold the tears back.

“I want you too, and I want to play minutes. You are the only person who has put me first in a long time. You’re it for me, mi vida, our souls are together, even when our bodies are so far apart. I want to come back to you, marry you, and never leave you again, unless you don’t want that-”

“I choose you, remember? And our bodies are not apart yet.” Pina smirked, leaning in to press her lips against yours, before pulling away as you smiled.

“You’re right. In fact, I think our bodies could be a little closer.”

///

It took a little while to get your stuff unpacked, the two of you heading back out to travel from Hoboken and ending up in Greenwich Village, Lower Manhattan.

“I’m sorry you’re missing Ibiza this year.” You apologised over dinner/lunch (the timezone difference threw you two off), but your fiancee shook her head, pointing out that she was getting to spend time with her fiancee, in a new city before heading to another new city for a few days and seeing Jenni again after so long.

“I missed you in New York last winter.” Pina rationalised, smiling at you, before avoiding eye contact with whoever was behind you as the two of you were recognised.

“When do Atleti and Gotham announce your loan? People are recognising us from Barcelona.”

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The flight to Mexico was nowhere near as long as the Transatlantic flight from Barcelona, the two of you bringing a lot less luggage too as you both looked to find Jenni and whoever she had brought with her to pick you both up from arrivals.

“¡Hola mis bebés!” Jenni cheered, pulling you both into a hug when she spotted the two of you approaching.

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Your time in Mexico came and went, revealing the engagement to Jenni and how you were going to be on loan to NJ/NY Gotham until the end of the 2023 NWSL season. Jenni’s reaction included how you did not ask for her blessing, before she was congratulating you both and hugging you for taking a big step in your goalkeeping career.

Now you were staring out of your tiny studio apartment’s windows, watching the sun rise and trying to hype yourself up on your first day with Gotham.

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Atleti and Gotham posted their posts first. Atleti revealed you had been sent on loan to NJ/NY Gotham for the rest of the 2023 NWSL season with good luck.

Gotham was a little more excited for you, using a photo array of shadows to tease your arrival, the shadows even resembled Batman before the final reveal of you in the Gotham goalie kit, the shadows made to look like the Bat Signal through the use of the spotlights during the photography session.

You were the next one to post, announcing your loan with a repost of the photo of you in the Gotham kit, with Bat Signal shining onto the dark background behind you, followed by photos of New York and New Jersey you had saved from when you and Pina were exploring around the two states.

Your previous posts consisted of photos of you and Pina hanging out with Jenni in Mexico, throwing people off online who thought everyone would be going to Ibiza, whilst leaving fans speculating as your engagement rings were spotted in one of the photos.

‘Sorry I’m not Batman, but I’m here to protect Gotham.’ Your caption was cheesy, especially with the bat emojis that Pina copied into her comment, along with a heart and flame emoji reminding you of the early days in your relationship.

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Safely in the US. I have many, many comments to make about the issues with the airline industry.

First, Jetstar Japan does not allow babies to use car seats on their plans. At all. And the baby seatbelt that I was given to use was broken. That should NEVER have happened.

Second, American airlines conveniently forgot to load the baby meals on an international flight. I had snacks, but nothing as solid as a meal. Also, as a 183cm tall woman, I know for sure I can't evacuate from the economy section in case of an emergency. Nor could I even brace. The source allowed is now so little that my baby spent half the flight entertaining himself by using his feet to screw with his screen. And my stroller was destroyed, which is even more fucking awful.

Third, LAX. Burn it down and start over somewhere else, there is no saving it.

Fourth, put the smoking areas away from just outside the doors in Denver. No one likes smelling smoke while waiting for their ride.

Fifth, all American airports need baby strollers with luggage area. Japan has them for free, just get them. Also, child play areas. If the kid burns off steam before the flight everyone will be happy.

On Wednesday I get to see if we can make a thirty minute transfer that American booked. I really hope so.

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Bad idea right? Chapter 7

When the boys woke up the next day it was early. The sun was up and they were spooning. Ricky was the little spoon as always. EJ woke up first and couldn’t help from looking at his adorable baby boy laying next to him. Ricky quickly wakes up and looks at EJ

Ricky: what?

EJ: nothing just taking in the view

Ricky: but you’re looking at me (Ricky pauses for a min) oh I’m the view

EJ: the best view

Ricky: you say the sweetest things to me sweetheart

EJ: hey that’s my line

Ricky: sorry it was to perfect not to use

EJ: you’re forgiven. So what do you wanna see today? Flight is late tonight I think we have to be there by 7 to be 2 hours early

Ricky: well I have about 30 bucks so whatever that can get me which most likely only covers food

EJ: yeah I don’t have much either.

Ricky: so what are we gonna do?

EJ: I’m googling free things to do in New York

Ricky: smart

EJ: we can explore Central Park, ride the Staten Island ferry, or explore colleges here.

Ricky: wait you thinking about going to college here? What about our plan?

EJ: it doesn’t hurt to tour a campus and besides it’ll be easier to transfer after at least a semester we can still do our plan

Ricky: why would it be easier?

EJ: idk maybe because you’re barely passing high school now and schools here are tough to get into the first time around. Transferring can work for any college as long as you get in

Ricky: if we get in

EJ: we could. If you can pass after last semester you can do it. Just need more extracurriculars and a winning essay

Ricky: right cause I’m such a good writer.

EJ: I’ll help you obviously

Ricky: ok let’s actually get dressed and do something instead of talking all day

EJ: fine. But what are we doing?

Ricky: college tours.

EJ: ok we start with closest to here: NYU. I’m not even gonna attempt to try ivy options for you

Ricky: good plan. I’ll shower first you get a tour guide or whatever

EJ: I think we’ll just need a map we can explore on our own.

Ricky: fine

Ricky takes his shower quick followed immediately by EJ. He was barely out the bathroom when EJ walked in. After they were both ready to go the boys were too late for breakfast so they just took coffee to go from the lobby. They weren’t that hungry anyway. NYU wasn’t too far so they walked in order to save some cash. The campus isn’t huge so touring wasn’t so bad but after a few hours they needed a break. They stopped at a nearby pizza place that sold pizza pretty cheap by the slice. Cheapest meal they’ve ever had honestly. They were still tired so they took the metro (sharing a card) to the next stop that they could ride another metro to near the airport. It was the staten island ferry.

Ricky: I thought we were touring colleges

EJ: we did. I figured we were still tired could sit for a while and we were there for longer than I thought. It’s already 3 pm. By the time we’re done we won’t have much time left. Figured getting us near the airport was the better option. Besides I don’t wanna get excited about a bunch of schools here if you don’t even get in.

Ricky: sensible plan. But will we be able to sit down?

EJ: yes the ferry has seats. We will get one outside so we can see the Statue of Liberty.

Ricky: we gonna get to see that? Cool

EJ: what did you think the staten island ferry was?

Ricky: I honestly didn’t even think about it

EJ: it’s the cheapest way to see the statue.

Ricky: how close does it get

EJ: idk I guess we will see

After the hour ride on the ferry the time was getting closer to leaving time. They grabbed another quick bite since the hot dogs were cheap and they had just enough for a cab to the airport. The metro was going to take a while and they figured why not? (They are flying out of LaGuardia since it’s cheaper flights and closer to the ferry than jfk).

Once they got to the airport they had quite some time to kill so they just exploded after tsa which did kill some time but not as much as they thought. They didn’t have any money left so they didn’t buy anything. Wasn’t really anything good anyway. Soon it was time to go home and they did. Ricky drive EJ back to school and then drove himself home. (Yes he told his dad). EJ could’ve rode home with the group but they got earlier flights home and that was fine since he had Ricky. Ricky luckily saved some money in his car which paid for parking or he would’ve been in trouble. He text EJ later when he got home

Ricky: I’m home

EJ: glad to know you made it home safe

Ricky: I’m just glad I was able to pay parking. My dad must have thought about that when I was gone.

EJ: wouldn’t surprise me he always looks out for you

Ricky: anyway I’m tired good night

EJ: good light love you baby

Ricky: love you too sweetheart.

They fell asleep very fast since it had been a long day of walking.

Note: they carried their stuff with them all day and had backpacks as their carry ons. It was only a 2 day trip.

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Helpful Tips on Travel from London to Stansted Airport Transfer

If you're looking for an easy way to get from Stansted Airport, you might want to consider booking a Stansted Airport transfer. It's the best way to make sure that you're taken care of and never have to wait around at the airport. Our transfers are available 24/7 and can be booked online in just a few minutes. Depending on when your flight lands or departs, we'll pick up passengers from any terminal - so no matter where your journey takes us, we'll get there!

It's always best to book your transfer before you get on your flight.

It's always best to book your airport transfer before you get on your flight. This will ensure that everything is arranged and ready for when you arrive at Stansted Airport, which means no waiting around for hours or having to take several different forms of public transport just because of a missed connection. Booking in advance also gives you the opportunity to compare prices between providers so that you can find one that suits both your budget and needs.

Finally, booking in advance allows passengers with specific requirements (such as wheelchair users) more choice over their mode of transport - something which isn't possible if they wait until they arrive at the airport itself!

Traveling with children? Check if the Stansted airport transfer offers special services for families

If you're traveling with children, it's important to know if the Stansted airport transfer offers special services for families. Are there baby changing facilities? Do they have car seats available that you can borrow on a first come, first serve basis? Do they sell baby food options and/or baby wipes at their shops? And are high chairs available in restaurants so that your little one doesn't have to sit on the floor while eating!

Make sure to find out airport transfer booking facilities

If you're planning to book an airport transfer, make sure that the airport has this facility at the spot. London Stansted Airport has many options for car rentals, taxi and private Stansted airport transfer and can help make your travel experience easier.

The airport transfer company has a wide range of cars available and can help you find one that meets your needs. If you're traveling with children, there are a variety of child seats available for airport transfer.  If you're planning to drive into London, it may be helpful to know which roads are toll roads and how much they cost.

Ask about the level of service, size of vehicles and any additional costs that might incur while traveling between Stansted Airport and your destination.

When you are looking for a London airport transfer service provider, you should review the website of each company and ask them about their level of service, size of vehicles and any additional costs that might incur while traveling between Stansted Airport and your destination.

You can also ask for a free quote from the company, so that you know exactly how much it will cost to travel from Stansted Airport to your destination. If you are traveling to London or surrounding areas, then we recommend that you use Stansted Airport transfers provided by car. By doing so, you will be able to save time off your journey and enjoy the view of beautiful landscapes on your way to your destination.

Booking an airport transfer beforehand is the best way to ensure a smooth journey

Booking in advance is the best way to ensure that your journey goes smoothly. When you book online, it's quick and easy to do so at any time of day or night. You can also cancel or change your booking at any time if something comes up that prevents you from travelling on the day of travel and need an alternative arrangement made for you.

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