First message
In a quiet suburban home in Ohio, Nick Sullivan had been a solo dad since his ex, Freya, walked out just hours after their baby’s birth—she’d said she wasn’t ready for the weight of motherhood and never looked back. For months, he juggled work and childcare alone, exhausted and lonely, until he posted an ad for help.
Leah applied, bright and stunning, and she fit right in. She cared for the little one with such gentle ease, the house felt warmer, and slowly Nick found himself falling hard.
One evening, as they stood in the living room, he impulsively wrapped his arms around her.
Leah pulled back slightly, eyes wide. “Nick—what are you doing?”
He hesitated, voice soft but steady. “I’m sorry. It’s just… Freya left us before we even really started, and I’ve spent so long just trying to survive. But with you here? I don’t feel like I’m just surviving anymore. I like you, Leah—more than I ever expected to.”