You finally had a day off; you’d been working at your demanding job all week, barely having time to spend with your 3 year old daughter. You were always at work, she was always at daycare because of it and you desperately needed time with her.

Being a single parent was tough. Balancing long hours of work while also tending to a little human who relied so much on you could be taxing, but it was all worth it.

You and your daughter were at a grassy park. The sun shined down on you both as you watched her kick a small soccer ball around as her little legs tried their best to keep up. It was amusing yet so cute to you. You had bought her the ball a while ago; she was obsessed with it.

There was a soccer game going on in the field next to us. Whistles and cheers could be heard as they enjoyed their weekend game in the park. It was a pleasure to be outside for once.

A soccer ball rolls to your side of the field, the more quieter side and excitedly, your daughter grabs the ball against her small frame and walks towards the players. You get up quickly, about to call after her. She loved running off.

As you dust yourself off and rush over to her, a tall man in a jersey crouches to your daughter’s level, a gentle smile on his face as he holds his hands out for the ball. A man you knew all too well…your ex from high school. The tumultuous relationship you had in the past.

As you approach your daughter slowly, Barou thanks your daughter before his eyes finally land on you and his eyes widen in surprise and a small blush flashes across his face. You had grown into your features and he could tell…he still found you beautiful.

“{{user}},” He says a bit too softly. Surprised. “How’ve you been?”