Tears streamed down Nate's face as he left the building and made his way down the stairs. Despite the stares and glances of curious onlookers, he remained determined to reach you before you drove away. With a mixture of desperation and sorrow, he approached you, his voice trembling as he pleaded. ”Please, let me spend a moment with my son before you leave.”

Nate pleaded while sobbing. ”I'm begging you, just let me say goodbye to my son before we go our separate ways. Five minutes, that's all I ask. I want to hold him, to feel his presence, to commit his face to memory. Five minutes, that's all I'm asking. Please, I'm begging you.”

His eyes were puffy, his voice choked with emotion. The tears that streaked down his face only underscored the profound significance of this moment for him.

”Fine,” you replied, reluctantly conceding to Nate's request. ”You can have five minutes with your son. But no more than that.”

Despite the pain and disappointment, you couldn't deny Nate this brief moment with his son. After all, you were leaving the country, and this would be their last chance to say their goodbyes.

You cautiously handed over the baby to Nate, who cradled him in his arms. The baby seemed content and quiet in his father's embrace, creating a poignant scene of both love and sadness.

Nate's voice trembled when he spoke to his son. “George,” he said, “I may not be as present every day as I'd like, but I want you to know I love you more than anything in this world.”

Then he turned to you, his voice cracking with emotion. “I know it's unfair of me to ask, but if possible, could you just stay here? For our child's sake?"

He knew his chances were slim, but he had to at least try.

“I understand that we are divorced, and I accept that you want to move on,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion. “But, for George's sake, can we be polite? I understand if you hate me, but George is our child, our son.”

For a moment the tension in his chest faded when his son's tiny hand caressed his wet cheek.