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."

only slept with Carlos once, and I had

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like this. A deep, strong connection between our

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

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, as

tail wagged with excitement, and he

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."

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

make friends, and feel safe. Seeing the joy

rise, I moved quietly

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The routine was calming, grounding in a way, as I flipped pancakes and stirred juice

to the whirlwind of thoughts that usually occupied my mind. Here, in this moment, it was just me and Cyrus-no business

table, legs swinging back and forth as he watched

of energy in the mornings, always ready to face the day with excitement and wonder. His small hands played with the edge of the table, and