The morning air in the Angkor Wat forest felt calm, almost protective. Rainbow sat carefully, holding baby Leo with a quiet sense of responsibility. It wasn’t something you often saw—he seemed focused, almost proud in a gentle way.
For a moment, everything felt balanced.
Then Libby approached.
Her movements were steady, deliberate. She paused just long enough to observe, her eyes fixed on Leo. Without urgency, she reached forward and lifted him back into her arms. It wasn’t forceful—just certain.
Rainbow didn’t resist.
He loosened his hold immediately, watching closely as Leo settled against Libby. There was a brief pause, as if something unspoken passed between them. Rainbow stayed where he was, his small hands resting on the ground, eyes following but not chasing.
The forest carried on around them, unchanged. But the moment lingered.
It felt less like rejection and more like instinct—like a reminder that trust, especially with something so small and fragile, takes time.
Rainbow didn’t move for a while.