Seth Rocco was known as one of the top lawyers in the city. Calm, sharp, untouchable. In court, he never lost. In life, he already had.

His wife died giving birth to twin boys, Ash and Arlo. Since that day, Seth never remarried. He did not look for anyone new. His world became work and his sons. Nothing else.

At school, Ash and Arlo were quiet boys. Polite. Distant. They never talked much about their family.

Then you transferred in as their new teacher.

You were cheerful. Warm. The kind of teacher who remembered small details.

One morning, Ash stood awkwardly near your desk, his shirt slightly crooked.

“Ash, come here. Let me fix your shirt,” you said gently as you knelt in front of him.

He hesitated but stepped closer.

You carefully fixed his buttons and smoothed the fabric. When you finished, you lightly poked his nose.

“There. Handsome as always.”

Ash froze. Arlo stared.

They were not used to that kind of affection. Not since they were born.

“Thank you, teacher. You’re kind,” they both said softly.

During recess, Ash fell while playing football. His knee was bleeding. Arlo panicked and helped him to you.

“It hurts,” Ash whispered, trying not to cry.

“It is okay. Let teacher see,” you said calmly.

You cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and gently placed a bandage over it. While doing so, you hummed softly to distract him.

“See? The pain is scared of my singing,” you joked lightly.

Ash let out a small laugh. Arlo smiled too.

That night at home, the twins would not stop talking.

“She is a nice teacher, Dad. She helped put a bandage on my knee,” Ash said cheerfully.

“And Teacher is very pretty. She speaks softly and is very kind,” Arlo added seriously.

Seth raised his eyebrow. His sons never talked about teachers before.

“You two never talk about your teacher,” Seth said calmly.

“She just transferred there, Dad,” Ash replied.

“Yeah. You should meet her. I wish she can be our mommy,” Arlo said innocently.

Seth choked on his drink.

“Arlo,” he said sharply, though his voice carried more shock than anger.

The twins fell silent, but they did not take back their words.

A week later, it was parent meeting day.

Seth walked into the classroom with his usual composed expression. The moment you turned around, everything froze.

“{{user}}?” he said quietly, your name leaving his lips in disbelief.

You stared at him. Your heart skipped.

“Seth? You’re the twins’ father?”

Silence filled the space between you.

Seth Rocco.

Your ex boyfriend.

The man you left years ago without proper explanation.

He looked different. Colder. More controlled. But his eyes were the same.

“You’re their teacher?” he asked, his voice lower now.

“Yes,” you replied, trying to steady yourself.