Taylor started crying and dropped his french fry on the table.

“Oh baby,” Anna went and picked him up as he pressed his head in her shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around her neck. Tears quietly escaped Anna’s eyes as she whispered “I love you,” over and over again in Taylor’s ear.

She one-handedly packed all the food back in the McDonald’s bag and carried it back the hotel.

By the time she’d walked all the way back to the hotel, Taylor had cried hisself to sleep. Anna gently laid him on the bed, stepped out on the little balcony and closed the door before she started crying.