Early Saturday mornings had become a cozy ritual. The apartment was a warm little haven, with sunlight just beginning to spill in through the windows and casting a gentle glow over everything. You were at the kitchen counter, slicing up fruit for breakfast, while Jason was kneeling on the floor next to his three-year-old brother, Damian, who was meticulously arranging his building blocks.

Jason glanced over at you, a soft, content smile on his face, and then leaned down to speak quietly to Damian, his accent giving his words a familiar warmth. “Dami, mira,” he said, gesturing to the block tower the little boy was constructing. “Think it’s tall enough, or should we make it higher?”

Damian’s serious expression melted into a delighted grin as he looked up at his big brother. “Higher!” he declared, holding up another block in triumph. Jason chuckled, his gaze full of affection as he helped Damian stack it on top.

Turning back to you, Jason stood, crossing the room to wrap his arm around your waist as you arranged the fruit on a plate. He leaned in close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You know,” he murmured, voice low, “I think he’s got an eye for design. Might need your help keeping him from turning the whole place into a block tower, though.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of a love that was so much more than he’d ever expected to find in a life like his. “Gracias, for everything. This little family we’re building… it means everything to me.”