That afternoon...
"Are you sure you can walk this far?" Evelyn asked softly, glancing at Oliver as he walked towards the elevator, his small feet moving slightly slower. "I can carry you, sweetheart…"
Oliver's small chin lifted slightly, looking at her. "No, Mommy. I'm already three. I can and I love to walk."
Then, he stood on tiptoe and jabbed the elevator button, his eyes narrowing in intense concentration as he watched the flickering numbers above the door.
He looked so serious that Evelyn had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
"But sweetheart, you're still recovering from your injury," she reminded him gently but worry obviously could be heard in her voice. "I don't think anyone would judge if you let me carry you."
Oliver's brows knit together as he turned to her, giving the same stubborn look Axel had given her countless times.
