My name is Priya, and I am 30 years old this year. I once thought I would stay single my whole life. Three years ago, after a surgery, I was informed by the doctor that I couldn’t have children.

That news pushed me from heaven to hell. My boyfriend of five years was silent all evening, then the next day he sent just one text: “I’m sorry. Let’s break up.”

From then on, I no longer dreamt of a wedding dress. Until I met Rohan. Rohan is 7 years older than me, the new branch director who took over the company where I work. He is elegant, calm, and has eyes that smile. I grew fond of him, but still kept my distance. How could someone as perfect as him choose someone who couldn’t bear children like me? However, he took the initiative to approach me. On late nights working overtime, he would buy me a hot meal. On cold days, he would quietly leave a packet of ginger tea on my desk.

When he proposed, I cried. I confessed the whole truth about my condition. But he just smiled gently and stroked my head. “I know. Don’t worry.”

His family didn’t object either. His mother even came to my house to ask for my hand in marriage, preparing everything meticulously. I thought I was dreaming, thinking that God must have pitied me and granted me this blessing late.

On our wedding day, I wore a white dress, arm-in-arm with him, walking down the aisle. I cried when I saw his gentle eyes under the warm yellow lights.

On our wedding night, I sat in front of the mirror, removing each bobby pin. He walked in from outside, took off his suit jacket, and placed it on the chair. He came closer to me, wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Are you tired?” – he asked softly. I shook my head, my heart pounding.

He took my hand, led me to the bed. Then he lifted the blanket. I froze. On the bed, there weren’t just the two of us. There, a little boy, about 4 years old, was sleeping soundly, with chubby cheeks and long, curved eyelashes. He hugged an old teddy bear, deeply asleep.

I turned to look at him, my mouth stammering. “This… is…” Rohan sighed softly, stroking my hair. “This is my son.”

I stood still. He sat down next to his son, his eyes full of tender love. “His mother… was my ex-girlfriend. But back then, her family was poor, her mother was seriously ill, and she dropped out of school to work various jobs. When she got pregnant, she didn’t tell me. Two years after he was born, she passed away in an accident. That’s when I found out I had a son. For the past few years, he’s been with his grandmother. Now that she’s also gone, I brought him home.”

He looked deep into my eyes, his voice choked. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. But I need you. I need a mother for my son. And I also want a complete family. Even if you can’t bear children, for me, as long as you love him, that’s enough. I can’t lose you.” My tears fell, hot. I sat down on the bed, reaching out to stroke the child’s hair. He stirred slightly, his lips mumbling in his sleep: “Mom…” I burst into tears. My heart felt like it was breaking. I looked at Rohan, seeing in his eyes a great fear, afraid that I would leave. But I couldn’t. I gently nodded. “Yes… from now on, you will have a mother.” He embraced me tightly, very tightly. Outside the window, the moon shone brightly, illuminating the small room. I knew that from now on, my life would enter a new chapter. Perhaps I cannot be a mother biologically, but I can still be a mother, through love. And for me, that is happiness enough.”