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

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The walls were painted in soft blues and greens, and toys and books filled the shelves. There was even a small drawing station with art supplies, and a comfortable bed draped in the softest blankets.

"I thought he'd be more comfortable here," Carlos said, his tone casual, but there was something else in his eyes-something softer.

I turned to him, surprised. "You prepared all of this for him?"

Carlos shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I had it set up after you agreed to stay. I just wanted him to feel at home."

Cyrus's eyes

lit up as he took in the room, and he ran over to the toys, his earlier sadness momentarily forgotten. "Mama! Look! There's everything I like!"

I smiled, my heart swelling at the sight of him happy again, even after the difficult day he had endured. I hadn't expected Carlos to be so thoughtful, but here it was-a room full of warmth and care for my son.

Next, Carlos showed me my room, which was right next to Cyrus's. When I stepped inside, I was taken aback once again. The space was beautiful, elegant but comfortable. Clothes, cosmetics, and even jewelry were laid out neatly, waiting for

1. me.

clothes hanging in the closet.

just stuff. I wanted to make sure you had

nodded, not quite sure how to respond. The kindness he had

Knees His Pleas Bud Our Son's in

Cyrus-was overwhelming. I hadn't expected any of this. I turned to him, searching for the right words, but before I could say anything,

quietly, and before

to bed, I sat on the edge of my own bed, holding one of the soft pillows in my lap. I glanced around the room, taking in the lavish surroundings. I couldn't help but wonder-when had Carlos prepared all of this? Had he been thinking about this longer than I

softly in my mind. You'd be surprised. His wolf likes you,

so out of character for Carlos to plan something like this. But then again, I had

before.

that night, I made my way downstairs, feeling restless

quiet halls until I found Carlos in the sitting room, a glass of wine in his hand. He glanced up as I entered, his eyes

follow you?" he asked, his voice carrying a

shrugged, offering him a small smile. "I'm not used to having people follow me around. I figured I could find my

an eyebrow but didn't press the matter. Instead, he picked up another glass and poured me a drink, holding it out

a moment, thinking about everything that had happened-Cyrus's illness, moving into Carlos's house, Sienna's betrayal. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Without a word, I took

said quietly. "I could use a

we both sat in comfortable silence, the