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

Chapter 92

We headed to the ski resort. The mountain air felt crisp and cool. Each breath was fresh and made me feel alive. The view was amazing. The snow covered everything like a soft blanket. It sparkled in the bright sun, looking like tiny diamonds all around us. Cyrus pulled at my sleeve, eager to go. His face was full of joy. I couldn't wait to enjoy this adventure with him. It was the perfect start to our day.]

At the resort, a professional instructor greeted us with a big smile. "You must be Cyrus! Are you ready for your training session?" he asked.]]

Cyrus nodded eagerly, bouncing on his toes. "Yes! I can't wait to learn!"]

"Great! Follow me, and we'll get started," the instructor said, gesturing for Cyrus to join him.[]

I watched as they walked away, my heart swelling with pride. "Have fun, buddy!" I called after him.

Cyrus turned around, his eyes sparkling. "I will, Mom! I'm going to learn so much!"

The instructor chuckled. "That's the spirit! Let's see what you can do!"]

They disappeared into the training area. This left Carlos and me standing together, a bit awkwardly at first. Then I noticed the snow and an idea popped into my head.]

"Hey, want to build a snowman?" I asked Carlos, half-expecting him to find it boring.

To my surprise, he smiled and nodded. "Why not?"[]

felt a rush of excitement as we started gathering snow, shaping it into a snowman. As we worked, memories from my childhood

Carlos, recalling how, when I was little, there was a particularly cold winter. It

such a happy time," I said, my voice a bit shaky. "We were all

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the way my dad's laughter echoed through the yard as he rolled the big snowball for the snowman's body. Sienna

much fun," I continued, feeling warmth spread in my chest. "We were all so carefree then." Those memories felt like a warm blanket on a cold day, a reminder of

little emotional. Carlos, sensing my feelings, said, "You know, I can arrange for your

his choice to be involved with them. He needs to make his own decisions,

us. Then, on a

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dodged it with his super-fast reflexes, smirking. "Really?" he said, amusement dancing in

I laughed,

playful snowball fight between us. We

wolf form and caught me, cushioning my fall with his soft, golden fur. I had never seen his wolf before, and I was struck

quickly, brushing the snow off. "I'm so

but instead of staying, it turned and walked away, leaving me beside