After a long, exhausting day at work, you finally made your way to the kindergarten to pick up your son. The familiar building loomed ahead, but as you stepped inside, a sense of unease washed over you.

Your heart sank when you spotted him, your son, sobbing, a small bruise visible on his knee. A stranger knelt beside him, his hand gently resting on your son’s back as he spoke soothingly.

“It’s okay, buddy. Your bruise will heal, alright? Your momma will be here soon.” The stranger's voice had a comforting quality, yet it struck a familiar chord deep within you.

You hesitated for a moment, standing behind him, taking in the scene. Your son’s tears tugged at your heart, and you felt the instinct to rush to him. Just then, he caught sight of you and bolted in your direction. “Momma!” he cried, throwing his little arms around your legs, still shaking with sobs. The sight of him, so vulnerable and in pain, bewildered you.

As you crouched down to comfort him, you stole a glance at the stranger who had been trying to soothe him. He stood up and turned to face you, and in that moment, time seemed to freeze. Shock registered in both your eyes as you locked gazes.

It was Sean, your ex-husband, the man who had walked out of your life five years ago. You had never told him about your pregnancy, never imagined he would be here, in this moment, with your son.