Sophie called me “Mama” before anyone told her she could.
Within only a few months of dating, I found myself spending more evenings at Robert’s house than anywhere else.
I helped with homework.
I stirred soup on busy weeknights.
I hunted down missing socks.
I kissed scraped knees.
I learned which child needed gentle encouragement and which one responded better to plain honesty.
Little by little, the house stopped feeling like Robert’s house.
It started feeling like home.
Six months after we began dating, Robert proposed.
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