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And there they walked in… 8 blond, tall (and if I say tall, I mean tall. Like 1.90m at least) well-built men. Into the coffee shop where we, four new moms, were deep in our sacred two hours of adult conversation — just caffeine and a sense of reclaimed identity.

I swear, it felt like I’d been dropped into a commercial of Heineken for Jillz — you know, the one with the apple-picking, shirtless guys serenading women with boy-band harmonies. Yes, that one. It’s like the universe threw us a bone — or rather, eight — just when we needed it.

The Magic Mike for apple cider had walked into our coffee shop. While we, four new moms with milk spots, semi-clean shirts, and attempting to eat a sandwich one-handed, sat there wide-eyed and frozen mid-bite.

And where do you think they sat down? Next to us.

It’s only because we had actual newborns in our arms that we managed to keep it together. One of us — clearly the most functional — was even smart enough to give her single friends a heads-up. I mean, this little burst of happiness deserved to be shared, right?

It was like a brief visit to another world. The World Aquatics Championships, maybe. Or a Scandinavian modeling convention. Either way, they ordered their lattes, sat right beside us, and then eventually walked out — leaving behind the scent of cologne, a swirl of frothy disbelief, and four moms suddenly wide awake.

Motherhood is wild. But sometimes, life gives you a little unexpected sparkle with your coffee.