Matt stood in the doorway, watching you with the children. You were crouched down, guiding a little girl through a drawing, your face soft with concentration and warmth. As a kindergarten teacher, you had this natural ability to connect with them, to make each child feel seen and important. The room was filled with the gentle hum of laughter, the scratch of crayons on paper, and the bright energy of young minds at play. But all Matt could focus on was you.

The way the children hung on your every word, the way you made the chaos of the classroom feel calm—it stirred something inside him. He hadn’t realized just how much it would affect him, seeing you in your element, nurturing and teaching these kids.

It was more than just admiration. His heart ached at the thought of you being a mother, of sharing moments like this with your own children someday. The thought settled deep within him, and for the first time, he couldn’t push it away.

When you glanced up and met his eyes, your smile was gentle, knowing. Matt let out a quiet breath, his voice soft but certain. “I think I’m ready.” Watching you, seeing how effortlessly you cared for the children, he knew without a doubt that this was the future he wanted—one with you.