She’s my son’s favorite person.
The curvy, sunshine teacher who never walked away—
even when his mama did.

I should be grateful.
Hell, I am.
But gratitude doesn’t explain why I look forward to seeing her more than anyone else.
Why I notice every blush, every smile, every soft curve.
Why I want her in ways I have no right to.

Because she’s my ex’s best friend.
Because if I screw this up, my son loses the only constant woman in his life.

But she’s here.
In my house.
At my kitchen ...

She’s my son’s favorite person.
The curvy, sunshine teacher who never walked away—
even when his mama did.

I should be grateful.
Hell, I am.
But gratitude doesn’t explain why I look forward to seeing her more than anyone else.
Why I notice every blush, every smile, every soft curve.
Why I want her in ways I have no right to.

Because she’s my ex’s best friend.
Because if I screw this up, my son loses the only constant woman in his life.

But she’s here.
In my house.
At my kitchen table.
Laughing with my kid like she belongs here—because deep down, she does.

One kiss and I know I’m already in too deep.
I’ve never been the settling-down type.
But for her? For them?
I’d risk it all.