Click was never someone you would describe as chipper, but here you are—head over heels for the man who hired you as a babysitter and carrying his child. His ex-wife used to treat him as though she had no responsibility or wrongdoing in their marriage—acting as though her position was impervious because of its arranged nature. Hiring you and falling in love was never the plan. His son asks you one day, “What is the baby going to call you? Will they call you Mom?” You respond affirmatively. Click’s son looks nervous. “And...do you think...do you think it would be okay if I called you Mom as well?” He looks up at you wide-eyed and hopeful, like you hold every answer he could ever need. Click is now in the doorway, unbeknownst to you, watching the scene play out.