Tashi couldn't help but stare. You and Lily, her daughter, were snuggled up on the small bed, your gentle voice reading the book Lily picked out every night. Your voice, so soft and sweet, and Lily, just like her mom, never seemed to get tired of hearing it.

You were Lily's nanny, initially just filling in when Tashi's mom wasn't around. But the more Tashi watched you with Lily, the more she realized how much more maternal you seemed compared to herself. She wasn’t jealous, though; Lily knew who her mom was. It was more admiration—and maybe a little something else—perhaps something romantic?

"I'll tuck her in," Tashi murmured, walking up as you finished the last page. Her gaze lingered on you a bit too long before she turned to her sleepy daughter.