<b>Chapter </b><b>93 </b>


    “Maybeter,” Iughed, relief washing over me. “Let’s try something else first.”


    We made our way to Mickey’s Toontown, where Mickey himself was greeting visitors. Felix’s steps quickened when he spotted the iconic character, his favorite since he was a toddler.


    “Look, Felix,” Alexander said, pointing. “There he is. Should we go say hello?”


    Felix suddenly seemed shy, clinging to my hand. Alexander gently ced his hand on Felix’s shoulder.


    <b>“</b>Come on, little Alpha. I’ll go with you,” he offered, his voice soft but encouraging.


    My heart melted watching Alexander lead Felix toward Mickey, kneeling beside him as they approached. Mickey bent down, offering his white–gloved hand to my son, who hesitantly reached out to shake it.


    Within moments, Felix’s shyness evaporated, reced by pure joy as Mickey pantomimed with him.


    “Mom! Come take a picture with us!” Felix called, waving me over excitedly.


    A kind park employee offered to take our photo. Alexander lifted Felix onto his shoulders as I stood beside them, Mickey’s arms spread wide behind us. When I saw the digital preview of the photo, my breath caught. They looked so natural together, like father and son. My heart swelled watching them,


    imagining what could have been if life had been kinder.


    By midday<b>, </b>Felix had begun to tire, so we stopped for lunch at a restaurant overlooking the castle. As


    Alexander helped Felix with his medication, I noticed how carefully he measured each dose, double-


    checking against the instructions Dr. Miller had provided.


    <b>“</b>You’re good at this,” Imented softly.


    Alexander’s eyes met mine. “I pay attention to what matters,” he replied simply.


    The intensity in his gaze made me look away, my cheeks warming. I knew he wasn’t just talking about


    the medication.


    After lunch, we used the wheelchair to visit Frontiend and Adventurnd. Felix insisted on the Jungle


    Cruise,ughing at the guide’s corny jokes and pointing excitedly at the animatronic animals. When the


    boat passed under a waterfall, a few drops sshed onto his face, and his delighted giggle was the purest


    sound I’d ever heard.


    “Make a wish,” Alexander told him when we passed the wishing well near the castle.


    Felix closed his eyes, his small face serious as he tossed a coin into the sparkling water. When I asked what he’d wished for, he shook his head.


    “Can’t tell or it won’te true,” he said solemnly. “But it’s a good one, Mom.”


    I felt my eyes grow misty, wondering what my brave little boy would wish for. More time? A miracle cure?


    Or something simpler–a childhood wish untainted by the shadow of illness<b>? </b><b>I </b>turned away briefly<b>, </b>not wanting him to see my tears on what was supposed to be a perfect day.


    Alexander’s warm hand found the small of my back, a silentfort that somehow conveyed he understood exactly what I was feeling.


    “How about some ice cream?” he suggested brightly to Felix, seamlessly shifting the mood. “I heard they make Mickey–shaped ice cream bars that are out of this world.”


    As afternoon faded into evening, we watched the parade from a special viewing area Alexander had arranged. Felix sat on Alexander’s shoulders, pping and waving as the borate floats passed by. I caught Alexander watching me instead of the parade, his eyes soft with an emotion I wasn’t ready to


    name.


    “Thank you,” I mouthed to him over Felix’s excitedmentary.


    He reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. “This is where I want to be,” he replied, his thumb tracing circles on my palm.


    The simple touch sent shivers up my arm, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine a future where


    moments like this weren’t stolen–where they were our normal life.


    After the parade, Felix insisted on one more ride-“It’s a Small World“-before admitting he was finally tired enough to head home. As we made our way toward the park exit, the lights of Main Street twinkled


    around us, casting everything in a magical glow.


    Felix was chattering about his favorite parts of the day, the wheelchair pushed by Alexander while I


    walked beside them, when suddenly Alexander tensed. His hand shot out to grip my arm, stopping me


    mid–step.


    “What-“I began to ask, but then I saw what had triggered his reaction.


    Standing near the park exit, his tall frame unmistakable even from this distance, was Alpha Foster.


    My blood turned to ice, and I instinctively stepped in front of Felix’s wheelchair, shielding him from


    view. Beside me, I felt Alexander’s energy shift as he moved into a protective stance, his body radiating


    power and warning.


    “Mom?” Felix’s voice was suddenly small, confused by our abrupt stop. “What’s wrong?”