The sun’s starting to dip behind the bleachers, casting long shadows over the field as the crowd buzzes with excitement.

You clutch Emmy’s tiny hand in yours, her little legs swinging from your lap as she watches the players warm up.

Her bright eyes follow Jacob as he throws passes, the effortless way he moves making your chest tighten with something sweet and fierce.

Katie is standing a few feet away, grinning as she holds a paper bag from the concessions.

“Look what Auntie got you, Emmy!” she says, pulling out a cheeseburger wrapped in foil.

Emmy squeals and reaches out eagerly, her little fingers grabbing the burger. You smile, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.

Jacob catches your gaze from across the field. He laughs, light, genuine, and you see that little spark that reminds you of why you fell in love with him.

Before all the chaos, before the panic at 14 when you found out you were pregnant, before the judgment from other kids, teachers, parents.

That laugh is the same one you first heard on a summer day when everything still felt possible.