Gabriel held Noah tight against his chest, his eyes narrowed as he tracked the doctor's every movement. The toddler's small arm was bare, and the boy looked up at his father with wide, curious eyes, entirely unaware of the impending sting.
"Doctor, you need to be careful with that needle," Gabriel warned.
"Gabriel, Noah has gotten injections before. The doctor is experienced," Amelie hissed, her hand resting on Gabriel's shoulder as if to physically pull back his hovering intensity.
"I know... but that needle looks far too big for him," Gabriel insisted, his protective Alpha instincts clearly clashing with the reality of a pediatrician's office.
"Gabriel, seriously? If you can't handle this, go out and give Noah to me. Other patients are waiting," Amelie scolded him. She then turned and offered a quick, apologetic smile to the doctor, silently pleading with him not to take her husband's overbearing nature to heart.
