Leo's POV
The second the truck rolled into the base, I was opening the door. In the front, there were two men: one driving and one clutching what looked like just a bundle of blankets. The bundle of blankets stirred and I was met with a pair of innocent, watery eyes.
"Papa," it sobbed.
Its lips quivered and its eyebrows furrowed before tears began to stream down its soft little cheeks.
I instantly pulled it into my arms and held it tight.
"Cato," I whispered, kissing his head time and time again. "It's okay. You're safe now."
He wrapped his little arms around my neck and clung as he cried into my chest.
"Thank you," I said to the soldiers that had brought him back to me. "Your bravery will be rewarded."
They nodded.
"We're just sorry that it came to what it came to and that your son had to experience," one said.
"You did what was necessary and with time, he will recover."