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

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"I'm on my way to a research conference," he explained, still looking slightly amused. "What about you?"

"Work," I replied simply, not wanting to get into the details. I reached for my seatbelt, fumbling slightly, and before I could get it right, Carlos leaned over, his fingers brushing against mine as he clicked the belt into place.

"Thanks," I said, looking away quickly. The gesture was small, but it left me with an odd sense of warmth.

As the plane began to taxi down the runway, I turned my focus to my laptop. I had work to do-preparations to make-and I wasn't about to let anything, or anyone, distract me. Carlos stayed silent, and I could feel his gaze occasionally flicker towards me. I ignored it, diving into my notes, my fingers typing furiously. I had to be ready for tomorrow's meeting, and there was no time to waste.

A while later, the stewardess came by with our meals, interrupting my train of thought. It wasn't until I set my laptop aside that I remembered to ask, "How's Cyrus doing?"

Carlos smiled, his expression softening. "Don't worry. The housekeepers are great with kids. He'll be just fine."

His words were gentle, reassuring, and for the first time in hours, I allowed myself to breathe out the worry that had been sitting like a weight in my chest. "Thanks," I said, and this time, I meant it.

After the plane landed, the airport was as chaotic as ever. Finding a cab in the rain was proving to be impossible. The arrival area was packed, and the downpour had made things worse. Carlos's driver was already waiting, and he glanced at me, clearly noticing my predicament.

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me give you a ride,"

moment before nodding.

in stark contrast to my earlier rush. He was dressed in a sharp suit, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for pulling him away from his plans. "You didn't have to do this," I said softly. "I'm sure you

you need to do." His sincerity left me feeling a little less guilty, and I found myself nodding, turning my attention back to the

check in. We weren't on the same floor, but as I entered my room, I felt an odd sense of gratitude. The day had been chaotic, but somehow, Carlos had managed to steady it. There was no time to linger on that thought, though. I had work to do. I set up my laptop and immediately started a video conference with Blair. We had things to finalize, and time was slipping away. As we discussed the presentation, a notification popped up on my screen-a message from our

shock. "We can't let this happen," I said, determination

nodded. "Good luck,

my room, my heart pounding. As I rushed through the hotel lobby, I nearly bumped into Carlos, who was heading out, a

concern written on his face.

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the situation briefly, and before I could finish, he was already signaling to his driver. "I'll come with you," he said, his tone leaving no room

argument.

you really don't