The early morning sun streamed through Maya's kitchen window as she juggled preparing breakfast and packing Liam's lunch. He was seated at the table, munching on a slice of toast while chattering away about his plans to build the "best treehouse ever" with Emma after school.

"Mom, do you think we can use real wood? Like, the strong kind?" Liam asked, his face lighting up with excitement.

Maya smiled as she stirred his favorite vegetable pasta. "I think that sounds like a question for Emma's dad. Maybe he knows more about treehouses than I do."

Liam grinned. "Yeah, Mr. Alex is super cool. He said he can help us design it! He even drew some sketches last time."

Maya paused, her smile softening. Alex had always been good with ideas - thoughtful, creative, and dependable. It didn't surprise her that he was already playing an active role in their children's adventures. Still, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Their paths had been crossing more frequently since the fair, and while the rekindled connection was comforting, it also stirred up old emotions she wasn't sure how to handle.

Later that day, Maya stood outside the school gates, waiting for Liam. She spotted Alex leaning casually against his car, scanning the crowd for Emma. He saw her and waved, his smile warm and easy. Maya hesitated for a moment before walking over.

"Hey," Alex greeted. "Here for Liam?"

"Of course," Maya replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I hear the two of them have big treehouse plans."

Alex chuckled. "Oh, they do. I've already been recruited as the chief architect."

Maya laughed, feeling some of her earlier tension ease. "That sounds about right. Liam's been talking about it nonstop."

"Well, I figured it'd be a fun project for them - and for us, if you're up for it," Alex said, his tone casual but his eyes hopeful.

Maya blinked. "Us?"

"Yeah," Alex said, shrugging. "It's a two-parent job. You handle the planning; I'll handle the construction. Deal?"

Maya hesitated, then nodded. "Deal."

The following weekend, Alex arrived at Maya's house with a stack of wood planks, a toolbox, and a roll of blueprints Emma had insisted they draw up together. Maya, in a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt, greeted him at the door.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about the architect part," Maya said, gesturing to the blueprints.

Alex grinned. "Hey, if we're doing this, we're doing it right."

They set up in the backyard, the kids buzzing around them like energetic bees. Emma and Liam debated over paint colors - Emma wanted a soft pastel blue, while Liam argued for a bold forest green. Maya intervened, suggesting they split the treehouse into sections and let each child have their own color. The compromise earned her a high five from both kids.

As Alex measured and cut the wood, Maya helped the children organize the smaller materials - nails, brushes, and paint. It felt strangely natural, working alongside Alex. The banter flowed easily, and the children's laughter created a backdrop that made her heart feel lighter.

"You're pretty handy with tools," Maya commented as Alex secured a wooden beam to the tree.

Alex glanced down at her with a smirk. "You sound surprised."

"Not surprised," Maya said, leaning against the ladder. "Just impressed."

"Well, don't let me steal all the credit," Alex teased. "You're doing a great job keeping the project manager and lead designer on track."

Maya laughed. "That's code for keeping the kids from driving you crazy, isn't it?"

"Pretty much," Alex admitted, his grin widening.

As the afternoon wore on, they took a break, sitting under the shade of the tree with glasses of lemonade. The kids played nearby, racing around the yard and planning the "grand opening" of their treehouse.

"This has been... nice," Maya said, her voice quieter now. "Spending time like this. For the kids, I mean."

"For the kids," Alex echoed, though his eyes lingered on her. "But it's been nice for me too."

Maya glanced at him, caught off guard by his honesty. "Alex..."

"I'm not trying to make this awkward," he said quickly. "I just mean... it feels good. Working together like this. Being around you again."

Maya's heart fluttered, but she forced herself to stay grounded. "It does feel good," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we've both been through a lot. This isn't... simple."

"I know," Alex said. "And I'm not expecting anything. I just want you to know that... I've missed having you in my life."

Maya swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over her. She wasn't sure what to say, so she said nothing, letting the moment hang between them.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the treehouse was taking shape. The kids were thrilled, climbing up and down the ladder and marveling at their work.

"It's going to be the best treehouse ever!" Liam declared, his face beaming with pride.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Alex," Emma added, giving him a quick hug.

Alex chuckled, ruffling her hair. "You two did most of the work. I was just the assistant."

Maya watched the scene, her heart swelling. Seeing Alex with the children - so patient, kind, and encouraging - reminded her of the qualities that had drawn her to him all those years ago.

After the kids went inside to clean up, Maya walked Alex to his car. The air was cool and still, the kind of evening that felt ripe for introspection.

"Thank you," Maya said, her voice soft. "For today. For everything."

"Anytime," Alex replied. He hesitated, then added, "I hope this isn't the last time."

Maya looked at him, searching his face. She saw sincerity there, and maybe a hint of vulnerability. "I hope not either," she admitted.

Alex smiled, and for a moment, the world felt smaller, simpler. As he drove away, Maya stood on the porch, watching the taillights disappear into the distance. She didn't know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they were finding their way back to each other.