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

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I knelt down beside him, brushing his hair back from his face, trying to comfort him in the way only a mother can. "I know, love. Sometimes things come up, and people have to work. But we'll still have a fun day, okay? You and me. How about we go to the park later, or

maybe the library to pick out a new book?" I smiled at him, hoping to lift his spirits.

It took a moment, but slowly, his lips curved into a small smile. His resilience always amazed me. As I dressed him in his favorite little outfit-a pair of blue overalls and a yellow shirt that made him look like a ray of sunshine-his mood lifted, and soon his earlier disappointment seemed to melt away.

We headed out the door, and to my surprise, Carlos's sleek black car was parked in front of the house. His driver stood outside, waiting for us. Cyrus's eyes lit up instantly, his disappointment from earlier completely forgotten. "Carlos is here!" he shouted, his voice bubbling with excitement as he ran toward the car with pure joy.

He clambered into Carlos's arms the moment the car door opened, his excitement overflowing. The bond between them was clear, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched. For all of Carlos's distance and aloofness, he had a soft spot for Cyrus. I could see it in the way he held him, the way his stern expression softened just a little.

I followed behind, sliding into the seat next to them and offering Carlos a polite nod. "Thanks for picking us up."

He barely acknowledged me, only giving a brief nod in response. But I could tell his attention wasn't entirely

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and aloof on the outside, but I knew

show. Especially when it

by the hand. But today, something felt different. There was

just ahead. I could barely make out what was

waiting for updates, hoping to catch a glimpse of the private moment. It always amazed me

while I held Cyrus's hand a little tighter, guiding him through the crowd. Once we were inside the building, the atmosphere quieted, the noise from outside fading into the background. It was then that I noticed Sienna storming out with her

along by the hand. Her face was red with anger, and Asher, who was usually so full of himself,

actually appreciates his potential." The crowd, ever eager for drama, murmured in response. Many were still recording her outburst, their phones trained on her as she made her dramatic exit. Sienna didn't seem to care. She was on a mission to make a scene, and she

I thought

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a chill down

in her expression, a silent message I