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

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"Why?" I asked, unable to mask the confusion in my voice. "Aren't you swamped with work? Why are you offering to take us home?"

Carlos didn't even blink. "If Nathan sees you with a boy who looks exactly like his dead son, he's going to come after you."

My heart skipped a beat. Nathan. Of course. Nathan had already been suspicious back at the park, and now that Carlos had put it into words, I realized the danger I could be in. Cyrus did look so much like Oliver, Nathan's lost child. It wasn't something I could ignore anymore. Nathan wasn't someone to be taken lightly. I nodded silently, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Carlos was right. As much as I disliked his bluntness, he always had a way of cutting through the noise and seeing things for what they were.

We made our way back to my house, the ride quiet and tense. I could feel the

anticipation building in the air, an uneasy feeling that something was waiting for

standing outside with his beta. His

out, his voice booming with anger. "Doris," he shouted, his words sharp and accusatory. "Are you carrying

question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off. Lfelt my stomach twist in knots as Nathan glared at me,

echoed through the stillness of the street, and

His Pleas. But Our Son's in Peace Chapter

every bit of

came after Cyrus, my son, trying to hurt him, and where were you? You didn't do a thing. You didn't step in.

through, the years of

cared before, so why start now? All you need to know is that this child has nothing to

front of me. The sight of him kneeling there, looking up at me with desperate, pleading eyes, filled me with a strange mixture of disbelief and anger. Was

life? It was absurd. It was insulting. "You have a child with Sienna, don't you?"