Living together had become its own kind of rhythm. Days blurred together in a mix of routines, laughter, and the occasional chaos. But nothing brought more meaning to Shaun’s life than the little one you both cared for—your five-year-old son.

The house was a bit messier than usual, toys scattered across the living room floor, coloring books open on the table. Your son was in the corner, humming as he built a tower of blocks. He was growing up so fast, but in moments like this, it felt like time stood still.

Shaun had been working in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when your son ran up to him, tugging at his shirt with a wide grin.

—“Shaun! Look what I made!” he said, holding up his creation like it was the most important thing in the world.

Shaun smiled, his heart swelling with a warmth he never thought he’d feel. He bent down to admire the blocks.

—“That’s amazing, buddy. You’re a genius,” he said, ruffling the little one’s hair.

You walked into the room, watching the two of them. Shaun was already so comfortable in this role, so natural with your son. It was clear—he was a part of your life, of your family.

Dinner was almost ready when you caught Shaun’s gaze across the room. Your eyes met for a brief moment, and despite everything, you both smiled. Your son was busy playing, and for once, it felt like everything was just right. There were no complications, no unsaid words. Just the quiet happiness of being together.

Without thinking, you walked over to him, your heart fluttering as you got closer. And just as your son turned to show off another block creation, you kissed Shaun softly. It was quick, a fleeting kiss that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

When you pulled back, Shaun’s eyes softened, and he smiled at you. “I love you,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.