Liam’s POV


    I helped pick out a few more sets of clothes, making sure to pack a thick jacket since the hospital <b>air </b>conditioning was usually cold. “We should bring pajamas too, so you can sleep well tonight,” I said as I folded them neatly. Noah nodded, then tossed one of his small toys into the bag. “So Mommy won’t get bored,” he added innocently.


    For a moment, I froze, warmth spreading through my chest. This little boy was already thinking of ways to cheer up his mother. Sienna probably didn’t realize just how deep Noah’s love for her ran. Maybe I hadn’t really shown Sienna myself that I still cared at least as the father of our child.


    “Noah,” I called softly, making him pause in the middle of packing. “Mommy is already much better. She might even be allowed toe home tomorrow. So don’t worry too much, okay?” He nodded, though I could still see the trace of worry in his eyes. I patted his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.


    Once everything was packed, I made sure snacks and his water bottle were included. With his little backpack strapped on, Noah looked as though he was about to set off on an adventure. “Come on, Daddy! Mommy’s waiting!” he chirped, tugging at my hand.


    In that moment, I realized tonight might be something important. Not only for Noah, who longed for his mother, but also for Sienna and me, who somehow,tely, had begun finding a way to speak without hurting each other.


    Noah hopped into the car, his backpack nearly the size of his body, while I started the engine and slowly drove out of the driveway. He sat in the passenger seat, excitement glowing in his eyes as he kept looking at me.


    “Daddy, are we going straight to the hospital?” he asked eagerly.


    I gave a faint smile, turning onto the main road. “We’ll make a stop first. There’s something I need to buy.”


    His eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What are we buying?”


    I nced at him briefly before answering, “We’ll stop by the flower shop. Mommy will be happy if you


    bring her something pretty.”


    He went quiet for a second, then his face lit up. “Can I choose, Daddy<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “Of course,” I replied, smiling wider.


    It didn’t take long to reach the flower shop on the corner of the street. The moment we stepped inside, the fresh fragrance of blossoms filled the air. Noah walked between rows of flowers, his eyes roaming as if he were choosing a new toy. Atst, his hands stopped at a bouquet of white roses mixed with baby’s breath.


    “This one, Daddy. Mommy will like it,” he said with certainty.


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    I nodded in agreement. White roses somehow, they felt right for Sienna. Simple, soft, but carrying a sense of sincerity. After paying, we returned to the car, Noah holding the bouquet as though it were a treasure. But I didn’t steer the car toward the hospital just yet.


    “Where are we going now, Daddy?” he asked.


    “To the bakery. Mommy needs something sweet to help her recover,” I replied as I pressed the gas pedal. Noah giggled. “Then I get to eat too, right?”


    I shook my head slightly but with a smile tugging at my lips. “We’ll see.”


    The bakery I had in mind wasn’trge, but it was well–known for its soft tarts. As soon as we walked in, the air was rich with the scent of vani and chocte. Noah pressed his face against the disy ss, his eyes widening at the rows of cream–covered, fruit–topped cakes.


    “Which one should we get for Mommy<b>?</b>” I asked, crouching down beside him.


    He pointed at a strawberry tart with white cream and a mint leaf on top. “This one. It’s pretty, like Mommy.”


    For a second, I fell still, something tugging faintly at my heart at those innocent words. “Alright, this one,” I said, signaling the clerk to pack it up.


    Back in the car, Noah sat carefully, guarding both the flowers and the cake as though they were priceless.


    All along the way, he kept asking, “Do you think Mommy will be happy?”


    I answered with quiet certainty, “Of course she will. Especially when she sees you.”


    Noah’s smile widened, and strangely, my chest felt warmer. The drive to the hospital felt different this time. There was a small hope within me not just that Sienna would recover quickly, but maybe just maybe, our rtionship could be something better than before.


    Noah hugged his little stuffed toy tightly, then looked up at me with sparkling eyes. “Daddy, Mommy likes this flower’s color, right? Noah chose it all by himself, because Mommy once said she liked purple.”


    I nced briefly at the flower he was holding carefully in hisp a softvender rose, simple yet beautiful. I gave a small nod. “Mommy will definitely like it. You’re amazing for remembering.”


    He beamed proudly, then fell quiet for a moment before asking again, “If Mommy eats this cake, will she get better right away, Daddy?”


    That innocent question drew a faint smile from me. “Maybe not right away, but it will definitely make her happy. And when Mommy’s heart is happy, her body can heal faster too.”


    Noah nodded firmly, as if he truly believed a smile could be medicine. “Then Noah has to make Mommyugh too, so she’ll get better quicker.”


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    Something tugged sharply at my chest hearing that. A child this small, yet so full of care for his mother he even knew how to give her strength. “That’s a wonderful idea,” I replied softly, trying to hide the sudden swell of emotion inside me.


    The streets were fairly quiet that afternoon. As I drove, I asionally nced at Noah through the rearview mirror. He was still gazing out the window, as if imagining Sienna’s face when she received this little surprise. Every now and then he muttered to himself, rehearsing the words he would say: “Mommy<b>, </b>Noah brought flowers for you.” Then he smiled, satisfied, as though already picturing the warm hug he would get in return.


    I let him sink into his excitement, but inside I wondered too how would Sienna react? Would she be touched? Or would she think I was interfering by bringing Noah along? The thought made me take a deeper breath.


    But watching Noah so full of joy, I knew one thing: no matter how Sienna responded, this moment was worth it. Because this wasn’t just about her, or about me. It was about Noah about his pure love, the kind I wanted to reach his mother without being blocked by anything at all.