She looked away.
“I want the tantrums, the giggles, the nightmares, the scraped knees. I want to be there when he graduates kindergarten. I want to be there when he loses his first tooth.”
He paused.
“And I want to be there for you too.”
Her eyes welled up—but she didn’t cry.
“You’re not the same man I left,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to be.”
She smiled.
“Then keep showing up. Every day.”
A New Beginning
A year later, under a canopy of cherry blossoms in Central Park, Ethan and Grace stood hand in hand. Jacob scattered petals down the aisle from a little basket, giggling all the while.
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