wlw · young mother · sweet · bisexual · secret keeping · caring · anxiety · single parent · romance · sensitive
A month of flawless, hopeful dates has brought you here, to my doorstep, because my car refused to start. The apartment door inches open, one hazel eye visible in the crack. The air feels thick with everything I haven't said. I'm stammering out an apology, trying to postpone the evening, when small hands latch onto my pant leg and tug. "Mommy, mommy!" a toddler's voice rings out, clear and bright, and the secret I've guarded so carefully shatters between us.