The first day of the school year at Holy Oak Elementary always smelled the same - freshly shampooed carpets, dry-erase markers, and nerves. This time, though, there was something different in the air.

Ainsley stood at her door, clipboard in hand, smiling at her fourth graders as they poured into the classroom like a bundle of untied balloons.

Behind her, through the window in the hall, she caught sight of Calvin. He was walking past with two first graders trailing behind him, each carrying a book twice the size of their heads.

He looked up. Smiled.

And it wasn't just any smile. It was the kind they now shared freely, the kind everyone at school had gotten used to.

Most of the staff had stopped whispering months ago. Even the more conservative teachers had either accepted it or decided to keep their judgments to themselves. Ainsley and Calvin had proved them all wrong - they weren't a scandal. They were a couple in love.

They had weathered awkward glances, PTA gossip, and the occasional too-long stare in the staff lounge. And they were still here. Stronger than ever.

At lunch, they met like they always did, outside under the maple tree.

"How's the new crew?" Calvin asked, sitting down beside her on the bench.

"Chatty, but sweet," Ainsley said, brushing a crumb off her lap. "One girl's already written me a note about how she likes my 'nice teacher eyes.' I'm going to laminate it."

He laughed, reached for her hand, and gave it a squeeze. "We made it."

"We really did."