A Dream Team

"Idiot..." Jared muttered softly, his thumb gently brushing away the trails of her tears. He hated that she felt she had to thank him for something that should have been theirs to share all along. He realized then just how much she had been yearning for this moment, for the possibility of a family.

Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, lingering there as though to reassure her without words. "I love you, Jerica," he murmured, his voice steady and filled with conviction.

Her hands rose to his face, holding him there as she kissed him back, her lips trembling but determined. The tears kept falling, but they weren't heavy—they were freeing, a release of everything she had held inside.

Jared cradled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Words felt inadequate, but he would make her understand—not with promises but with actions. This wasn't just her dream anymore; it was theirs.