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

house, there was Nathan, standing outside with his beta. His face was red with fury, his eyes wild and focused on

out, his voice booming with anger. "Doris," he

off. Lfelt my stomach twist in knots as

the stillness of the street, and for a moment, I was sure everyone around us had frozen in shock. My hand stung from

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

worth every bit of

where were you? You didn't do a thing. You didn't step

words pouring out of me, a flood of anger and frustration that had been building for years. Everything I'd gone through, the

before, so why start now? All you need to know is that this child has nothing to do with you, Nathan. He's my son. You have no claim over

to the ground in front of me. The sight of him kneeling there,

man who had left me in the dust, was now on his knees, begging me for a place in Cyrus's life? It was absurd. It was insulting. "You have a child with Sienna, don't you?" I said