His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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As I followed Carlos out of the park, my mind was swirling with questions. How had he known I was here? We hadn't seen each other in almost a month-both of

us wrapped up in our own work, in our own lives.

Carlos was always busy, buried in whatever important tasks demanded his

attention. And I... well, my days had been full too, especially with Cyrus. But somehow, here he was, showing up at exactly the right moment. The timing felt strange, almost calculated. I glanced at him, his face as unreadable as ever, cool and detached like nothing in

the world could faze him. I wanted to ask him how he'd known to come, but

he spoke.

before I could get the words out, he

"I heard from Vesta," Carlos said, his voice calm but with a hint of something more beneath the surface. "She mentioned you

didn't want anything happening were here, and I came right away. I

words were clipped, direct. And

harshness I'd

was worried the experiment was having problems. Wouldn't want him

back a sigh. That was Carlos for you-blunt, to the point of rudeness, always referring to Cyrus as an "experiment." It stung a little,

Carlos's way of speaking didn't change the fact that, in his own strange way, he cared. He wouldn't be here

wolf tail wagged excitedly as he looked up at Carlos with bright, eager eyes. "Carlos!" he called, squirming

a soft spot

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a moment-before he reached down and scooped Cyrus up. His face remained stern, but there was a certain care in the way he held my son,

in silence for a while, heading back toward the lab. The

came rushing back

mixture of

I watched them disappear through the doors. No matter how many times I told myself that this was all part of the project, that Cyrus was being closely monitored to ensure his

warmth from the park gone. "You should have thought about this when you decided to participate in the project," he said, his voice cold as he turned to face me. "You knew what this would mean for both you and Cyrus." His words cut through me, a reminder of the

said softly, her voice warm and comforting. "Carlos is just being his usual self. He's worried too, in his own way." She smiled at me, a

there for me, even when Carlos hadn't permitted us to be fully involved in the latest project. She and I had bonded over the shared frustrations of being on the sidelines, of watching from a distance as Cyrus grew

eye.