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

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When I moved to hug Cyrus, pulling When I moved to hug Cyrus, pulling him close to me, I felt it again-a strange g him close to me, I felt it again—a strange warmth in the air. I could sense Carlos's happiness, his quiet approval of the way I had handled Nathan. It was almost as if I could feel his emotions radiating through the space between us. It was odd, but strangely comforting at the same time. That's when Tina's voice broke through the air. "Why is Carlos so happy?" she asked loudly, her tone curious but sharp.

I blinked, confused. "Who are you talking to?" I asked, turning to look at her.

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head toward Carlos, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. "I'm asking Carlos's wolf."

I stared at her, completely taken aback. "What do you mean, his wolf?"

Tina looked at me like I was missing something obvious. "I mean his wolf. It's our mind link."

I felt my stomach flip. Mind link? My heart began to race as the realization dawned on me. Carlos's wolf had a connection with mine? When had that happened? I hadn't felt it before-at least not consciously. And yet, now that she mentioned it, it made perfect sense. I had been feeling his emotions, his reactions, without even realizing it.

"When... when did this happen?" I asked, my voice shaky as I tried to process everything.

Tina shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I'm not sure exactly. But the connection between your wolves must've deepened recently. It's strong enough that I can feel his emotions."

slept with Carlos once, and I

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something like this. A deep, strong connection between our wolves? How could I

dwell on it further, I turned my attention back to Cyrus. "Come on, sweetheart," I said,

the distraction. I watched as he happily shuffled the Scrabble tiles, his little hands moving with precision and confidence. He was only a little over two years old, but already, his intelligence was astounding. His high IQ had been obvious from the beginning, and now,

name on the board. His tail wagged with excitement, and

help but remind myself of something more important. "But remember, sweetheart, being smart isn't everything. What matters most is that you're happy and healthy." Cyrus nodded, though I knew he didn't fully grasp what I meant. To him, the world was still an exciting place full of puzzles and games, and I couldn't blame him for focusing on the joy of discovery. He was only two, after

weeks ago, I had found an elite kindergarten for him. It was one of the best schools in the area, a place where his talents and intelligence could be nurtured. He loved it there-the teachers were wonderful, and the other kids had welcomed him with open arms. I knew he would thrive in that environment, and it gave me a sense of relief to know that he was in good

academics; it was a place where he could grow, make friends, and feel

rise, I moved quietly through the

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Cyrus. The routine was calming, grounding in a way, as I flipped pancakes

a contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts that usually occupied my mind. Here, in this moment, it

table, legs swinging back and forth as he

with excitement and wonder. His small hands played with the edge of the table, and a soft hum escaped him