Closer

Tim and Lucy weren't rushing anything. They didn't label it. Not yet.But the shift was obvious.He'd stay after Charlotte's bedtime story and help Lucy clean up the kitchen, or they'd talk for hours on the couch, the flicker of old chemistry mingling with new understanding.It was in the little things. The way she leaned into his shoulder during movies. How his hand naturally found hers when they were walking. The morning texts that said "How did you sleep?" instead of just "What time is pickup?"They weren't just co-parenting anymore.They were becoming something more.