𝙈𝙧. 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 | ✔

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

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Mr. Jones is a man of many titles.

A father, a son, a lover, a widower, a farmer, a businessman, a gentleman.

But mine? Wasn't something I could come by. It was never in my hands, under any circumstance. I knew I'd never have Mr. Jones. 

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"Ms. Brennan?" I looked down at my beautiful daughter, lowering myself onto one knee and cupping her tiny cheek as she let out a small giggle, squirming away. Her big brown, doe eyes peering into my own.

"Mhm! She's my new teacher and she's super pretty!!"

 I couldn't imagine my life without her, she was my motivation to move past the loss of my late wife, Amber. It had been years since she went on to a better place, but I still kept to myself. Both my mother and daughter hoped I'd find someone that would make me happy and accompany me through the rest of my life. I thought it'd be too soon for my baby girl. Yet, she was who wanted me to find someone else most. Anyone else at this point

"That's great little-one." I bopped her nose before swiftly lilting her up and cradling her in my arms. No matter how old she got I'd always be able to pick her up. That was the one thing I wouldn't let go of.

"I know!!! I-I was thinking maybe you could meet her! I think you'd like her daddy! I really, really do!" I sighed, kissing her forehead. I hated the thought of letting her down, but it was the beginning of the school year for her. Meaning she'd be much busier and I would as well. The school year almost always doubles our demand for stock. Not that I was complaining, I simply hadn't had time for a life outside of my work and family in years, but who was I to let those gorgeous eyes lose their tint of hope? 

"Maybe, when I pick you up from school I'll befriend her. Fair?"

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Months and months of research after. I learned Ms. Brennan was untouchable.. she was simply perfect. Nurturing, tender, caring, yet perfectly stubborn. I would be a fool to not want her, even though I had only ever truly interacted with her from picking up Wrynn on our mutually tired evenings. I had grown to cherish simply being in her presence. Like a school-girls crush on an upperclassman. She'll never speak to him, beyond small simple things. Never say anything, simply admiring from afar is enough for her. That's how I'd felt about Ms. Brennan. From everything I had heard about her, my small conversations with her. I simply knew Ms. Brennan would never be mine.

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