Watching Lyndonâs tall back, Tilda curled her fingers into a fist and hurried to follow him.
They entered the hospital and took the elevator to the floor where children received vaccinations.
âIâll get the number.
You sit here and wait,â Lyndon said, setting Sheldon down.
The warm indoor temperature prompted him to take off his coat.
âGive me the coat,â Tilda said, reaching out.
Lyndon glanced at her before handing over the coat.
Tilda took it and sat in the waiting area with Sheldon on her lap.
The sound of babies crying filled the room, and thinking of the sharp needle, Sheldonâs face turned pale.
He nestled deeper into Tildaâs arm
s.
Though he tried to be brave, he was still a child and afraid of the injection.
Noticing his fear, Tilda gently stroked his head.
âDonât be afraid.
Iâll ask the nurse to be gentle,â she reassured him softly.
Sheldon nodded, trying to appear calm.
âIâm not afraid of anything with Mom and Dad here.
â
His words touched Tilda, knowing he looked up to Lyndon.
She pursed her lips and found herself glancing around for Lyndon, feeling a mix of emotions she couldnât quite place.
At this moment, Lyndon had already registered at the front desk and was striding toward Tilda.
Dressed in a light apricot sweater and casual pants, he exuded charm, standing out remarkably in the room.
Several mothers holding their children glanced his way, their gazes Lingering.
After all, everyone appreciates beauty.
Just as men love beautiful women, women also notice handsome men.
Some mothers, after looking at Lyndon, subconsciously glanced at their own husbands with protruding bellies, sighing inwardly.
Both men were fathers, but the difference between them was striking.
Lyndon approached and stood before Tilda.
âWeâll need to wait a bit for our turn,â he said.
Tilda, snapping out of her reverie, murmured a response.
All the seats around them were already taken.
Lyndon stood quietly beside her, drawing countless glances once more.
Opposite them sat a mother with her young daughter.