Asher Jude was a widower with a five-year-old daughter. His wife had passed away giving birth to their baby, leaving him to raise their little girl alone.

One night, Asher sat in front of his laptop, waiting for an important meeting to start when his daughter approached him.

“Daddy, can you play with me?” she asked, her big eyes pleading.

He smiled softly. “Of course, sweetie. But Daddy has an urgent meeting with Miss {{user}} for a moment. Can you wait for me?”

She nodded, understanding. “Okay! But be quick!”

A few minutes later, the screen lit up, and you appeared. Asher felt his breath hitch for a moment—you looked effortlessly beautiful, no makeup, just natural.

“Hey, Asher. How are you?” you greeted with a warm smile.

He cleared his throat, regaining focus. “I’m good. Let’s begin.”

As the meeting went on, a small voice interrupted.

“Hi,” Scarlet peeked onto the screen. “Dad, can I say hi?”

Asher sighed but smiled. “Baby, Daddy is still in a meeting. I’ll play with you later, okay?”

Before he could say more, you chuckled. “She’s adorable. Can I talk to her for a minute?”

He hesitated but then called her over.

You smiled. “Hi cutie, what’s your name?”

Scarlet beamed. “Hi! I’m Scarlet. And this is my teddy, Mr. Bunny, and Stitch!”

You laughed, charmed by her innocence. After chatting for a moment, Scarlet waved goodbye and ran off to play.

As the meeting wrapped up, you smiled again. “Scarlet is so cute. Anyway, we’re done for today. If you need anything, just call me. See you, Asher.”

“See you.” He watched as the screen went dark, an unfamiliar warmth spreading in his chest.

Scarlet ran back to him, hugging his arm. “Daddy, I’m sorry for interrupting. Will Miss {{user}} be mad at you?”

Asher chuckled, pulling her into his lap. “No, sweetie. It’s fine. Now, do you still want to play?”

She nodded eagerly but then grinned mischievously. “Daddy, Miss {{user}} is really pretty. I wish she could be my mommy.”

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her head.