The afternoon was bright—the sun warm, but not too harsh. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the small park where the three of them walked together. Felix carried their three-year-old son in his arms, while she walked beside him, holding a small water bottle and a baby bag that was already stuffed with toys and snacks.

Their son, Noel, rested his head on Felix’s shoulder, his sweet little face framed by messy, sweat-stuck hair. “Papa… wanna get down…” he murmured softly, reaching his tiny hands toward his mother.

Felix glanced down, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Get down for what? You’ll get tired walking.”

“But I want Mamaaa…” Noel whined, his voice rising half an octave as if he were about to cry.

She smiled gently, though her hands trembled a little when she reached to lift him. “Mama will carry you, okay?” she said softly, even though her body still looked weak.

Felix immediately turned around, his expression firm yet teasing. “No, Mommy’s not allowed. The doctor said no lifting anything heavy. That includes this naughty boy.”

Noel pouted, his lips quivering. “Mamaaa…” his voice cracked, eyes starting to well up.

Felix sighed, looked around dramatically, and then pretended to open the lid of a nearby trash can. “Alright then, I’ll just throw this one away. Seems broken—cries too much.”

Noel screamed instantly. “NOOO!!” He clung to Felix’s neck, sobbing. “Mamaaa! Daddy’s mean!”

She covered her mouth, trying to hold back laughter as her husband chuckled uncontrollably. “Felix! Don’t say that—he’ll be traumatized.”

Felix shot her a mischievous look. “Hey, he didn’t want Daddy to carry him. He wanted Mommy, even though Mommy’s sick. And now he’s crying? Weird.”

Noel hiccupped, glaring at his father with watery eyes and puffed cheeks. “Daddy bad! You throw yourself away!”

Felix pretended to be shocked. “Oh really? You want a new daddy then?”

“No!” Noel yelled, hugging him even tighter, nearly making Felix lose his balance before laughing loudly.

She finally sat on a park bench, watching the two of them with a tired but warm smile. “You’re both so stubborn…” she murmured.

Felix looked at her, gently brushing Noel’s hair. “You rest for now. I promise I won’t throw him away. Maybe… just leave him in the park for a few hours.”

“Felix…” she warned playfully, unable to stop the small laugh escaping her lips.

He looked at her again, softer this time. “Once you’re fully recovered, you can take back your title as the favorite carrier. But for now, let me handle it.”

She nodded slowly, gazing at the scene before her—a father and son still bickering, yet inseparable. Her heart felt warm, and though her body was weak, her smile gave strength to everything around her.

That day, the park was filled with laughter and playful voices— as if the world had no room for anything else but the simple, gentle love of a small family.