Dave quickly stepped out of the car and hurried to open the door for Paris and Egypt.
"Careful.." he said softly, guiding them down.
As he turned toward my side, his hand was already reaching for the handle when I pushed the door open myself and got out.
For a moment, he froze. His eyes dropped to the sleeping Cairo, whose small face was turned away from him, his cheek pressed against my shoulder.
"I can lift him for you." Dave offered gently.
I shook my head immediately. "N-no, I'm fine… I can carry him. Thanks for the ride." I replied quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He hesitated. I could tell he wanted to say more, maybe ask who the child was or what was going on. But he didn't.
Instead, he gave a short nod and stepped aside, letting me walk past him.
I shifted Cairo carefully in my arms, holding him closer as I started toward the hospital entrance.
