Zaddy’s Landing Strip
Imani Anders, Vixa Vaughn
She just disappeared—polished, professional, cold as the jet stream—and left me chasing altitude while she raised our daughter without my name on the manifest.
Now she’s assigned to my flight.
And I know from the second she tightens that perfect red scarf that everything I tried to bury is about to come screaming back on final approach.
She’s still beautiful. Still guarded. Still calling me “Captain” like we don’t have history at thirty thousand feet.
But this time, I’m not walking off that tarmac without answers.
Because she’s got my daughter in 4C.
And I’m done letting turbulence dictate when I show up.
I’m not here to make peace.
I’m here to land for good.
She tied her hair back to keep things professional.
Let’s see what happens when the seatbelt sign turns off.
Read on for secret babies, cockpit tension, co-parenting obsession, and a pilot who flies private—but only lands for the one who made him a father. HEA Guaranteed!
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