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

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As I followed Carlos out of the park, my mind was swirling with questions. How had he known I was here? We hadn't seen each other in almost a month-both of

us wrapped up in our own work, in our own lives.

Carlos was always busy, buried in whatever important tasks demanded his

attention. And I... well, my days had been full too, especially with Cyrus. But somehow, here he was, showing up at exactly the right moment. The timing felt strange, almost calculated. I glanced at him, his face as unreadable as ever, cool and detached like nothing in

the world could faze him. I wanted to ask him how he'd known to come, but

he spoke.

before I could get the words out, he

"I heard from Vesta," Carlos said, his voice calm but with a hint of something more beneath the surface. "She mentioned you

didn't want anything happening were here, and I came right away. I

His words were clipped, direct. And i

with a harshness I'd grown used to over

time, he added, "I was worried the experiment was having problems. Wouldn't want him getting damaged."

I bit back a sigh. That was Carlos for you-blunt, to the point of rudeness, always referring to Cyrus as an "experiment." It stung a little, hearing him speak that way

about my son, but I'd learned to live with it. Carlos's way of speaking didn't change the fact that, in his own strange way, he cared. He wouldn't be here if he didn't.

Cyrus, on the other hand, was completely unfazed by Carlos's tone. If anything, he adored him. His little wolf tail wagged excitedly as he looked up at Carlos with bright, eager eyes. "Carlos!" he called, squirming a bit in my arms. "Can I come closer? closer?"

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the way his expression flickered-just for a moment-before he reached down and scooped Cyrus up. His face remained stern, but there was a certain care in the way he held my son, cradling him securely in his arms.

We walked together in silence for a while, heading back toward the lab. The medical organization where it had all started. Cyrus's birth, the experiments, the

tracking of his growth-it all came rushing back as we neared the facility. My chest

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Once we arrived, Carlos led the way inside, carrying Cyrus into the lab. I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry as I watched them disappear through the doors. No matter how many times I told myself that this was all part of the project, that Cyrus was being closely monitored to ensure his health, it never got easier. I hated the cold, clinical feel of the place, hated the way they treated him like a subject to be studied.

Carlos was back to his usual self, his warmth from the park gone. "You should have thought about this when you decided to participate in the project," he said, his voice cold as he turned to face me. "You knew what this would mean for both you and Cyrus." His words cut through me, a reminder of the decision I had made, the choice that had led me here. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. It was Vesta.

"Doris, it's okay," she said softly, her voice warm and comforting. "Carlos is just being his usual self. He's worried too, in his own way." She smiled at me, a small but genuine smile that made me feel just a little better.

Vesta had always been there for me, even when Carlos hadn't permitted us to be fully involved in the latest project. She and I had bonded over the shared frustrations of being on the sidelines, of watching from a distance as Cyrus grew under the organization's watchful

eye.

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The birth of Cyrus had been nothing short of miraculous, the result of mysterious

genetic technology that we still didn't fully understand. And now, we were here,

watching him grow and develop, under constant observation.

Soon enough, the lab doors opened, and there was Cyrus, happily skipping out as if nothing had happened. He always seemed to take everything in stride, his ever-present smile lighting up the room.

"Mom! Carlos! I'm fine!" he called, running up to me with his arms open wide. I scooped him up, holding him close, relief washing over me. As much as the lab scared me, Cyrus never seemed bothered by it. He was always happy, always full of energy. Carlos, watching us with his usual detached expression, stepped forward. "I'll take you both home," he said, his tone flat but purposeful.

I frowned, puzzled by his offer. Carlos was usually so busy that I rarely saw him, let alone had him offer to drive me home. He barely had time to sleep with his workload. I glanced at him, searching for some clue in his face, but he remained impassive. Chapter 50