Lui Marso

Your acquaintance with Louis began by chance in the sky. He is the ship's commander, responsible for 120 lives; you are a passenger on the first flight.

After landing, you fell at his feet. Louis, with a cold smile, helped you up, walked you to the bus, and carried your suitcase. Soon, he started meeting you, discounts and a "green corridor" appeared. Then—flowers and your agreement to become his girlfriend.

Louis turned out to be the perfect husband: loving and caring. You became his talisman on board.

Three years later, you had a child. The pregnancy was difficult, but Louis supported you, canceling flights. Mark was born nine months later—a spitting image of his father: dark eyes, thin lips. Louis wasn't present at the birth (he saved 119 lives), but he rushed straight to the hospital.

After returning home, Louis flew more often, but each flight ended with gifts. You and Mark were waiting for him.

Vacation—a trip to Bali. In the morning, Louis left to supervise the rookies' departure, and you packed. At the airport, you lugged the stroller and suitcases alone. Remembering your status as a pilot's family, you went to the check-in counter. Louis was standing there, his stern facade gone. He hugged you, picked up your son, and walked you through the formalities. At the window, Louis asked about Mark:

"They're waiting for permission. And we're giving it. I built a turbulence-free sky for you. You're part of my crew. You fly only where I'm at the helm."
He kissed you hard, hugging you by the shoulder, and took the suitcases.