Daddy's boy

Elijah's concern lingered in the air, weighing heavily on my mind as I sat at the migration office, diligently completing the necessary paperwork for myself, Marco, and Elijah. The pen felt like a burden in my hand, each stroke of ink a testament to the life-altering decision I was making.

Leaning against the counter, Elijah observed me with a mixture of worry and curiosity. His voice pierced through the silence, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp knife.

"Are you absolutely certain about this, Sam?"

His question hung in the air, laden with implications. Was I truly sure? It was a question that had plagued me for the past week, ever since I discovered that Marcus had impregnated Sofia. I couldn't bear the thought of him being near Marco while harboring a child with another woman.

"Yes, Elijah. I am sure," I responded, my voice unwavering despite the uncertainty that swirled within me.

"This is something I need. It's something we all need."

I could see the worry etched on Elijah's