Rock music thumped through the club at our team-building night, neon lights flickering. I was dancing, lost in the rhythm, when I stumbled into my boss’s arms by accident. His grin showed he was impressed by my moves, and I laughed it off. We worked remotely, only meeting at these rare events, so I never saw him as more than my superior. But that night, after he belted a rock anthem at karaoke with colleagues, things shifted.
His texts came more often, chasing moments to connect. I was 33 already, feeling time slip by for finding love or starting a family. I hadn’t expected him to pursue me, let alone want the same things. But we started seeing each other, and he surprised me—he was ready to jump into a new relationship, even with grown kids of his own. His commitment to building a family with me felt like a gift I hadn’t dared hope for.
That accidental catch led to love, and now we have two beautiful kids, a boy and a girl, filling our lives with joy.
Day after day, we were building our home and filling it with love and joy. One evening, we were watching TV while the kids were sleeping, and he asked the big question, and I said the big YES. Nothing romantic and posh, but honest and beautiful – he said, “I want the whole family to be Vasilevi”.