Monica's POV
Morris insisted on our morning ritual - dropping Austin at daycare before taking me to work. "Every minute with you two is precious," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. His devotion to us both warmed my heart in ways I hadn't expected.
At Little Explorers Daycare, Austin's teacher greeted him with her usual enthusiasm, then glanced between Morris and my son with obvious curiosity. "The resemblance is striking," she commented, her gaze bouncing between them. "He has his dad's eyes."
I opened my mouth to correct her, but Morris gently squeezed my hand, silently asking me not to. Instead, he beamed with unmistakable pride. "Thank you," he replied, kneeling to help Austin remove his backpack. The way he looked at my son - with such pure love - made my chest tighten with emotion.
