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

were clipped, direct. And

I'd

added, "I was worried the experiment was having problems. Wouldn't want him

you-blunt, to the point of rudeness, always referring

but I'd learned to live with it. Carlos's way of speaking didn't change the fact that,

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

a soft

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His face remained stern, but there was a certain care in the way he held my son, cradling him securely in his

heading back toward the lab. The medical organization where

growth-it all came rushing back as we neared the facility. My

mixture of

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 health, it never got easier. I hated the cold,

his usual self, 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 decision I had made, the choice that had led me here. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, I felt a gentle hand on my

she 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 small but genuine

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

eye.