Jennay

You smile, a flutter of butterflies filling your stomach. Rolling onto your side, you face him…Noah, blissfully asleep, hair a mess, mouth slightly open. You poke his nose, stifling a giggle through your own. He scrunches his face, half‑asleep, rubbing at the spot with a lazy hand.

“Noah,” you whisper.

“Nouhhh,” you try again, dragging out the sound. He doesn’t budge.

Then the door creaks open, and before you can blink, Theo launches herself onto the bed like a tiny rocket. She crawls between you both, hands planted on Noah’s chest. “No‑uh! It’s time to wake up!” she declares, her face inches from his.

Noah’s eyes flutter open, meeting hers instantly. A slow smile spreads across his face before he sits up, scooping her into his arms. “Good morning, Theo,” he murmurs, blowing a loud raspberry on her cheek.

Theo squeals, kicking her feet, and you can’t help but laugh. Noah tilts his head toward you, still holding her close, his hair sticking up in every direction. “Should we go get breakfast?” he asks, voice rough with sleep but smiling all the same.

Theo shrugs dramatically. “I wanna watch cartoons.”

“How about cartoons and then breakfast?” Noah counters, pressing his forehead to hers until she giggles.

You stretch, rubbing your eyes. “How about I make breakfast and we can relax? I need coffee before I do anything. I’m too old to be staying up as late as we did.”

Noah chuckles, nodding. “I’ll help. Theo, are you gonna help too?”

She wiggles out of his arms and stands up on the bed, bouncing like a spring. “Nope!” she declares, then hops off and scurries out of the room, her little feet pattering down the hall.

You laugh, shaking your head as you pull the blanket aside. “She’s got more energy than both of us combined.”

Noah grins, following you toward the door. “That’s because she didn’t have to clean up the popcorn explosion last night.”

You glance back at him, smirking. “You mean the one you caused?”

He raises his hands in mock defense. “Hey, gravity’s the real culprit here.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile stays. The two of you trail after Theo, the sound of cartoon voices already filling the living room. She’s curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, eyes glued to the screen.

Noah passes behind you, brushing his hand lightly against your back as he heads for the kitchen. “I’ll start the bacon,” he says softly.

You pause for a moment, watching him move around your kitchen like he’s done it a hundred times before, as if he belongs there. The smell of coffee begins to fill the air, and Theo’s laughter mixes with Noah’s humming.

He gets the bacon sizzling in the pan, the smell filling the kitchen as he turns toward you. You’re at the counter, whisking eggs in a bowl, sunlight catching the strands of your messy hair.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Sorry I crashed. I did mean to go home.”

You glance up, smiling. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind. The company was nice.” You tilt your head, teasing. “Plus, the snoring wasn’t that bad.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I was out cold. Haven’t slept like that in ages. Theo was right—your blankets are ridiculously soft. And that princess canopy? Top‑tier comfort.”

You smirk. “Stop staring at me and focus on your bacon, you’re burning it.”

He grins, flipping the strips with exaggerated care. “But you’re sooo pretty with your messy hair and tired eyes.”

You raise a brow. “You’re not one to talk.”

He chuckles, turning back to the pan, and for a moment, the kitchen feels like its own little world.

Theo perks up, eyes bright as she peers out the window. “Lyla’s here!” she shouts, voice bubbling with excitement.

“Why?” you mutter, mostly to yourself. “Theo, can you get the door for her?”

“Yes!” She springs off the couch and flings the door open. “HELLO, AUNTIE!”

Lyla’s laugh rings through the entryway. “Hi, sweet girl.” She scoops Theo up, kissing her cheek as the door swings shut behind them.

You turn from the stove, waving your spatula like it's your hand. Lyla’s gaze catches Noah standing next to you, and her eyebrows shoot up.

“Well, well, it’s the famous Noah.” She says with a wide smile, on that might break her face. Theo giggles as they walk to the kitchen.

“Lyla, this is my best friend Noah,” Theo squeals proudly.

Noah stands, offering his hand with a shy smile. “Me—uh, I’m Noah.”

She sets Theo down, crouching to meet her gaze with a teasing grin. “Good thing he’s your best friend and not Mommy’s, or I’d be very offended.”.

“Looks like I made it just in time for breakfast. “I’ll just– wait in the living room with Theo. Come on.” She says, holding her hand out for Theo to take. “Mommy and Noah have it under control in here.”

Noah smiles at you, sidling up next to you at the counter. “She doesn’t like me, does she?” He whispers.

You bump his hip with yours, “Whats not to like?”

“I was thinking we could go to the aquarium today.” Noah says as he plates the bacon.

“Aquarium? I haven’t been to one of those in years.” You say with an excited smile.

“Perfect. I want you to meet my roommate and one of my best friends, Jolly.” He smiles. “He’s gonna go I already asked and you know meet each other and maybe I can have you and Theo over sometimes. Then we don’t always have to make messes at your house.” He teases.

You nod, “ That sounds wonderful.”

Theo clings to your hand, her small fingers wrapped tight as she studies the man walking beside her. He’s tall, dressed head-to-toe in black, his long hair brushing his shoulders as he strides ahead with purpose. She stares up at him, curiosity practically buzzing off her.

Jolly feels the weight of her gaze and glances down, his mouth curving into a smile.

“Why is your hair so long?” Theo blurts out.

Noah snorts from your other side, clearly enjoying not being the one under interrogation for once.

“I just like it that way,” Jolly replies with a shrug.

Theo squints up at him. “Why do you talk that way?”

“I’m not from here,” he says, amused.

You exchange a look with Noah, the kind that says please, someone find a fish tank fast, but the hallway stretches on, empty and echoing. No rescue in sight.

“Where are you from?” Theo presses.

“Sweden,” Jolly chuckles, glancing between you and Noah. “Man, she’s gonna end up in the FBI. She’s asking all the right questions.”

Noah laughs, shaking his head. “That’s Theo for you, she doesn’t miss a thing.”

You smile, watching your daughter beam up at Jolly, her curiosity unfiltered and fearless.

“You know…” Theo pauses mid-step, then reaches out and grabs Jolly’s free hand like she’s known him her whole life.

Jolly flinches, not in discomfort but surprise , his brows lift, a quick flicker of oh, okay crossing his face before he relaxes.

“My mommy’s really good at braiding,” Theo announces with confidence. “She could probably braid your hair. She braids mine all the time, ‘cause sometimes when she brushes it, it gets fluffy.”

She lets go of your hand, now swinging Jolly’s pinky. “Can I put your hair in pigtails?”

Jolly’s laughter bursts out, “Maybe someday,” he says, still chuckling.

Theo beams, clearly taking that as a yes. “Do you like movies? Sometimes we have slumber parties in Mommy’s bed. Me, Mommy, and Noah had one last night…but Noah got to stay in Mommy’s bed. Probably ‘cause it’s so big. You could probably fit too!”

She says it proudly, like she’s offering him an invitation.

You close your eyes, silently praying that when you open them, Jolly’s laughter will have vanished.

Noah’s cheeks flush red. “Oh, look—” he blurts, swooping Theo up and settling her on his shoulders. “I think I see the slimy sea anemones! Let’s go poke ‘em!”

You exhale, half mortified, half amused. Oh, perfect, you think. Leave me with Jolly. The man I just met.

Jolly’s still smiling, eyes crinkled with amusement. “She’s got no filter, huh?” he says softly, glancing at you.

You manage a laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “None whatsoever. She gets that from her father.”

Noah balances Theo on his hip, her sneakers tapping lightly against his leg as he lifts her toward the shallow touch tank.

“The water’s cold!” Theo squeals, her voice echoing off the glass. She dips her fingers again, eyes wide. “Why are they so squishy? I don’t think I like that.”

She yanks her hand out and immediately wipes it on Noah’s t-shirt, leaving a wet streak across his chest. “It’s sticky, Noah!” Her face twists into pure disgust.

“Hey, keep your sticky hands to yourself,” Noah teases, grinning as he tries to dodge her next swipe.

You and Jolly hang back a few feet, watching the chaos unfold.

Theo suddenly cups Noah’s cheeks in both hands, squishing them together until his lips pucker. She furrows her brows, nose scrunched, and presses her forehead against his. “They’re icky!” she declares at full volume.

“Oh lord,” you mutter, stepping forward before the entire aquarium hears her. “Theo, we can’t yell in here, you’ll scare the fish.”

Noah chuckles, still holding her close, his shirt damp and his smile unbothered. Theo giggles, her earlier disgust forgotten as she points toward the next tank.

“Jellyfish!” Theo gasps, spinning around to look at you, her expression caught somewhere between excitement and uncertainty.

Noah sets her down gently, and she immediately clutches your leg, pointing toward the glowing tank. The jellyfish drift like slow-motion ghosts.

You crouch beside her, the two of you framed by the shimmer of the tank. “They’re pretty, aren’t they?” you whisper. The light washes over you both, painting your silhouettes.

Theo wraps her arms around your neck, eyes wide, completely mesmerized. “They look like floating dresses,” she murmurs, her voice full of awe.

Behind you, Jolly smiles as he catches Noah sneaking a photo.

“You’re in deep,” Jolly mutters under his breath, amusement tugging at his mouth.

Noah doesn’t look up from his phone. “It’s a good picture,” he says, trying to sound casual.

Jolly raises a brow. “I’m sure it is, Noah.”

You glance over your shoulder, half expecting the two men to have wandered off. But they’re still there. Noah’s smiling at you, that easy, unguarded smile Jolly hasn’t seen in a long time. It’s the kind of smile that says I could live like this forever.

Jolly watches him for a moment, then shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “You’re in trouble, man,” he murmurs.

Noah doesn’t look away. “Yeah,” he says, grin widening. “The good kind.”

Theo decides she’s officially done with the jellyfish. She spins on her heel, curls bouncing, and waves her whole arm at Noah and Jolly like she’s directing traffic.

“Come on! Mommy has to see the sharks!”

The two men fall into step immediately, because when Theo gives an order, apparently everyone listens. Noah comes up beside you, slipping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you gently into his side.

“You excited for the sharks?” he murmurs, voice warm against your ear.

“No.” You try to keep your face neutral, but your smile betrays you, tugging at the corners anyway.

Behind you, Theo is still rapid‑firing questions at Jolly everything from “Do sharks sleep?” to “Why are your shoes so big?” and Jolly, bless him, answers every single one like he’s being interviewed on live television.

Your breath catches as you step into the glass tunnel. The world shifts into shimmering blue, light rippling across your skin. A tiger shark glides overhead, massive and graceful, and you stop walking entirely, head tilted back, eyes wide. Noah’s arm slips away as he watches you drift forward, completely mesmerized.

“Mommy, that one is fat!” Theo announces, pointing at a passing shark with zero hesitation.

“That one’s actually pretty small,” you say, scooping her up. “Some get over a thousand pounds.” You carry her to the side of the tunnel, both of you pressed close to the glass as sharks of every shape and size drift by like slow, ancient ghosts.

“That one looks silly!” Theo taps the glass. “Its nose got squished.”

“That’s a lemon shark,” you say, brushing your nose against hers until she giggles.

“She’s pretty and she’s smart,” Noah says as he steps beside you again, his hand settling on the small of your back like it belongs there.

Jolly, standing a few feet behind, sees the moment, the way you’re holding Theo, the way Noah is looking at you like he’s already lost. He quietly lifts his phone.

He snaps the picture.

A perfect little family photo he fully intends to brag about later on in life.

“Now that Theo’s in bed… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Noah drops onto your bed like he owns the place, stretching out horizontally with a dramatic groan. You roll your eyes but lie down beside him, mirroring his position.

“What’s up?” you mumble through a yawn. Then it hits you. “Wait—are you staying tonight?”

He lets out a soft laugh, eyes half‑lidded. “Do you want me to?”

You nod, small and honest. “Kinda.”

He turns his head toward you, hair falling into his eyes. “Alright, alright—stop begging. I’ll stay.” He grins, but you’re already scrambling off the bed toward your dresser.

“What’re you grabbing?” he calls after you.

“Pajamas.” You disappear into the bathroom. You change into your shorts and tank top—simple, comfortable, nothing dramatic. You fluff your hair once, mostly out of habit, then head back in.

Noah lifts his brows. “Oh look at you.”

You strike a goofy pose because that’s safer than acknowledging the way he’s looking at you.

“I’m not sleeping in jeans again,” you say, climbing into bed and nudging his legs out of your way. “That was torture.”

“So does that mean I don’t have to sleep in my sweater and pants again?” he asks, sitting up and tugging the sweater over his head. He pauses, checking your face like he’s waiting for a signal. “I can keep them on if you want.”

“It’s fine,” you say quickly, grabbing the remote and pretending to focus on the TV. You flip to something random, barely registering what’s on. Your attempt to not stare at his tattooed…hot body.

Noah slides under the blanket beside you, careful not to brush against you. He looks unsure, like he’s trying to follow rules no one actually wrote down.

You both turn onto your sides, facing each other. The glow from the TV washes over his face, but neither of you is watching. You smile. He gives you that big, toothy grin that always knocks the air out of your chest.

“What did you wanna talk about?” you whisper.

He inhales slowly, bracing himself. “I… have to leave for a little bit. In a couple days.”

Your eyebrows lift. “What do you mean?”

He runs a hand through his hair, nerves written all over him. “For tour. It’s a small tour,” he adds quickly, like he’s trying to keep your thoughts from spiraling.

“I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming,” you say with a tiny laugh, more air than sound. “I mean… it’s your job. I get it.” You nod to yourself like that’ll make the sting behave.

Noah watches you carefully, eyes soft, searching. “I know our situation is… different,” he says slowly, “but I wanted to tell you so it doesn’t feel like I’m just disappearing. I’m not. I’ll come back. Obviously.” He rambles the last part, words tripping over each other.

You nod again. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

You try to sound steady, but something wobbles underneath. You’re not together, not officially…but the thought still creeps in, would he get swept up in the attention, the noise, the girls who practically launch themselves at him? You shove the thought away before it can settle. It’s not your place to ask. Not your right to care. But it still stings.

“The only thing I ask,” you say, forcing a small smile, “is that you tell Theo before you leave.”

“Oh, yeah. I planned on it. I’m not gonna ditch my bestie.” He laughs, and the tension loosens just a little.

You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling. You’ve gotten used to him being here. his laugh, his presence, the way the house feels lighter when he’s in it. Sure, work and Theo and Lyla will fill your days, but it’s different when Noah’s around. It’s easier.

He notices the shift instantly. His fingertips trail gently down your arm, feather‑light. “Talk to me,” he murmurs. “What’s going on in that head of yours.”

You smile, warmth where he touched you. “I’m allowed to have inside thoughts I don’t have to share.”

“Well, I’m not gonna make you say it,” he says, eyes softening. “But… I’ll miss you too.”

“Noah?” you say, turning to face him again.

“Yeah?” His voice is already drifting toward sleep.

“Try not to snore loud tonight.”

Noah stops tapping his finger. He leans back and exhales like he’s been holding his breath for the last five minutes. “There’s just a lot on my mind. I’m sorry I didn’t respond till late last night. I’ve just been trying to keep my mind busy.” He finally makes eye contact with you.

You nod, cautiously, “Do you want to talk about it? If this is about the other night, we can talk about it.”

“I do.” He pauses, “I just, I don’t think I’m ready for this.”

“Ready for what?” You ask with raised eyebrows.

“This.” He gestures between the two of you, his hand hovering in the space that used to feel safe. “I don’t think I’m ready to be a father figure. I know I’ll mess it up.Theo doesn’t deserve that.”

You blink, surprised by his words, “No one is asking that of you.I don’t expect you to dive right in. Theo has a father, even if he’s a shitty one. You’re Noah to her, moms friend.” You sigh, trying to find the right words to say, “I know that there is something here with us or you wouldn’t be spending this much time with me.” Noah goes to speak, but you cut him off, “Even if you try to deny it. I won’t believe you.” You search his face to gauge his reaction. “This is a big thing for all of us. Nobody wants to get hurt, and nobody wants to be the reason for the hurt.”

His shoulders finally relax, “I’m sorry I kissed you. It wasn’t the right timing. I want things to go back to normal.” You can see that he’s fighting a battle between his brain and heart.

“Noah,” You reach across the table, your fingers brushing his. “We don’t have to rush anything. I’m ok with slow. Trust me all of this is new. I haven’t focused on anything but Theo in last couple years.”

He smiles, a half-hearted smile but a smile nonetheless. “You’re right, we can take it one day at a time.”

You smile, “Sounds like a plan. I’m glad we got to talk about this.”

He nods his head, “Me too.”

Your phone buzzes against the table, Jason’s name flashing across the screen like a warning. You roll your eyes, muttering under your breath before forcing a polite, “One sec,” to Noah.

“Hello?”

Jason’s voice hits immediately, sharp and impatient. “Come get your daughter.”

You freeze, irritation prickling up your spine. “What? You’re supposed to have her the rest of the day. Is she okay?”

He exhales hard that familiar, condescending huff that makes your blood boil. You can practically see his jaw clenching, his face turning red. “She’s too small for the rides at the fair. It’s Daniel’s birthday and she’s going to ruin it.”

You shove your chair back, sliding out of it so Noah doesn’t have to hear you, though you know he probably will. “Are you kidding me right now, Jason? She’s your daughter. It’s not like you didn’t know Daniel’s birthday was coming up. Is that why you chose this weekend?”

His tone doesn’t soften. “It slipped my mind.” He pauses, “She runs around. I have to hold her hand, she always needs the bathroom and it’s embarrassing having to go in with her.”

You stare at the wall, jaw tight, pulse pounding. The fact that he can say that probably right in front of Theo makes your stomach twist. “Unbelievable,” you whisper. “Some kind of father you are.” You pause, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I’m on my way.”

You hang up before he can respond, gripping your phone so hard your knuckles turn white. By the time you turn back to the table, your anger is radiating. Noah’s watching, concern across his face.

“I have to go pick up Theo early,” you say, snatching your purse and jacket. “Her dad’s being a complete douchebag, he’s worried what people will think if he takes her to the fair and God forbid he has to take her to the bathroom.” You take a deep breath, half laughing, half seething. “Please call me later and make sure I’m not in prison, because the number of times I just pictured murdering him cannot be healthy.”

Noah slides out of his seat and gently places his hands on your shoulders. “Hey,” he says softly, eyes steady on yours. “Take a breath. Murdering him isn’t and option. Theo needs at least one sane parent and I don’t wanna visit you in prison, okay?”

You let out a shaky laugh as he pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. His voice drops to a whisper against your hair. “I’ll call you later. Don’t murder anyone, you’ve got this.”

Arriving at Jason’s house this time was different. This time, anger poured off you, and it was difficult for you to ignore. You forced yourself to breathe through it this time, knowing you needed to keep it together for Theo. She didn’t need to see you unravel, and she surely didn’t need to see you argue with her dad.

You took some of your anger out on the front door, knocking harder than you meant to. Footsteps shuffled inside, followed by Jason’s irritated bark for Theo to hurry up. Instead, Amelia opened the door. Her expression was unreadable, caught somewhere between apology and retreat. You knew that look too well. Jason’s temper had a way of making everyone cautious.

Theo stepped out with her head down, refusing to meet your eyes, and you felt your control slip. The sadness poured out of her small body, heavy and visible. Instinctively, you scooped her up and kissed her cheek, forcing a smile you hoped might ease her pain. “I missed you so much.”

Amelia handed you Theo’s bag and mouthed a weak sorry. You nodded, turning away as the door closed behind you.

Her eyes are red, her lashes clumped with tears. You buckle her in gently, brushing her hair back. “What’s wrong, babe? Why are you crying?” She turns her face away, lips trembling, refusing to speak. “Okay,” you whisper, swallowing the lump in your throat. You close the door and slide into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel until your knuckles whiten.

The drive is quiet except for the soft, broken snivels from the back seat. You adjust the rearview mirror and see that she’s staring out the window, tears streaking down her cheeks, her chest rising and falling too fast.

“Theo,” you say softly, “did something happen while you were there?”

Her breath stutters, shaky and uneven. “They don’t like me,” she whispers.

The words hit you like a brick.“What do you mean, who doesn’t like you?” you ask, voice trembling. You consider pulling over, but before you can, she breaks.

Her face scrunches, her whole body shaking as she screams, thrashing around in her seat. “They hate me! Everybody hates me!”

The sound rips through the car, feelings too big for her body. You glance in the mirror, your heart breaking as she kicks at her seatbelt, fists balled, tears pouring down her face. “Why does everyone hate me?”

You pull over, unbuckle your seatbelt, and twist around. “Hey, hey, baby, look at me.” You reach for her hand, but she jerks away, sobbing harder.

You want to scream at the idea that she thinks anyone hates her. You take a breath and steady your voice. “Nobody hates you, Theo. Not one person. You are so very loved, do you hear me?”

She shakes her head, crying so hard she can barely breathe.

You climb into the back seat, wrap your arms around her, and hold her tight until her sobs quiet down. You whisper against her hair, “I love you so much.”

“But your the only one mommy…” She stutters through broken breaths.

“That’s not true,” You run your hand up and down her arm, “I love you, Lyla loves you, your best friend Rowen loves you, Noah loves you. Grandma and grandpa love you…Theo I can name a million people who love you.”

“But my daddy doesn’t.” She says, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes.

“He does love you. He’s just not very good at being a dad.” You quietly say.

“I wish Noah was my dad.”

“I know.” You sigh, kissing the top of her head, “I know.”

You continue to hold Theo while you pull out your phone and text Noah.

It didn’t go well.

Meet you at your house?

Please. 🙏

Noah was already on the porch steps when you pulled in, elbows on his knees, a small bag of treats and surprises sitting at his side. He looked like he’d been there a while, waiting patiently, but he would wait all day if it meant Theo might smile again.

Theo spotted him through the window before you’d even put the car in park. Her whole face lit up, that spark you’d been missing. She bounced in her seat as Noah jogged down the path toward the SUV.

He cracked the door open gently, and Theo let out a squeal that made you flinch.

“No-uh!” she shrieked, already wrestling with her seatbelt.

“Hey, princess,” he laughed, leaning in when he realized her excitement had completely sabotaged her coordination. “Hang on, I got you.”

He unbuckled her and lifted her out, setting her carefully on the path. Theo immediately latched onto his fingers and tugged him toward the front door like he was her personal emotional support giant.

You stepped out, shaking your head with a soft laugh. “Oh hey, Noah. Good to see you too.”

He glanced back at you with a grin that said he heard you but wasn’t even a little sorry. “I saw you this morning. I haven’t seen Theo in two days.”

He scooped up the bag from the porch and waited beside you as you unlocked the door, Theo still glued to his hand.

Noah drops the bag on the coffee table, and Theo tries to peek in. “Whatcha got?” She asks.

He lowers the bag from the table. “Look.”

An excited smile shows on her face as she dives into the bag and starts pulling things out. “Ooo.” She says, pulling out a box of popcorn. “Mommy!” She squeals, pulling out a bag of sour patch kids. “These are my favorites!”

You think anything would be her favorite as long as Noah was the one handing it to her.

“What’s this?” She says, holding out a stuffed animal. She stares at it, looking at the bright pink fur and large marble eyes. The horn on its head glitters in the light. “Is this a horse?”

Noah chuckles.

“That’s a unicorn which is kinda like a horse but magical.” You say, waving your fingers in the air.

“I love her!” Theo squeals, squeezing the stuffed animal to her chest.

Noah beams, clapping his hands together in an exaggerated cheer. “There’s that smile!” he announces proudly. Then he straightens, plants his hands on his hips, and mimics your stance with dramatic flair. “Alright, ladies, what’s on the agenda tonight? Movie? Candy Land rematch? Or puzzle?”

Theo immediately mirrors him, tiny hands on tiny hips, chin lifted like she’s his sidekick.

“Theo, what do you wanna do?” you ask.

“I wanna watch a movie.” She drops her hands and looks up at the ceiling, thinking hard, like the perfect film might be written up there.

“Okay…” You glance around the living room. “Do you wanna grab some pillows and blankets for the couch?”

Her green eyes snap to you, face scrunching like you’ve suggested something outrageous. “No. I wanna watch movies in your bed.” She says it like it’s obvious. “You have the thing above your bed that looks like a princess bed and the pretty lights, and your blankets are sooo soft.” Then she turns to Noah, arms spreading wide. “Her bed is HUGE!”

You and Noah exchange a look. One of those oh… moments, both of you nodding at the same time, equally awkward.

“Uh… yeah,” you say. “But you have to squeeze in the middle.” You ruffle Theo’s hair, and she giggles like that’s the best deal she’s ever heard.

“That’s okay! I like the middle!” she declares, already marching down the hallway. “Come on!”

You lower your voice as you and Noah follow. “We don’t have to go in there if that feels weird.”

Noah shrugs lightly. “You’ve never watched a movie with a friend cozied up in bed?” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “I mean, I have… but the movie usually doesn’t get watched.”

She stands up straight, offended on a spiritual level. “What the hell? I shaped it like a shark. You love sharks. Are you ill? Blink twice if you’re dying.”

“Stop,” you groan, dragging out the O.

Her eyes narrow, then widen with realization. “It’s Noah, isn’t it?”

Your gaze flicks up, too fast. She grins, “Ah, there it is! I told you I’d find out.” She cackles, striding to the fridge and grabbing two cans of sparkling water. “Cheers to being sober bitches,” she declares, cracking them open. “Look at us, sober adults. Who would’ve thought?”

You can’t help but smile. “I know it’s something to celebrate, but I also feel like I’m just announcing to the world that I’m irresponsible and can’t handle my liquor.”

She pops the tab on her drink, foam fizzing. “Well, we are irresponsible and can’t hold our liquor.” Her brows knit together, mock confusion replacing her smirk. “Anyway, stop trying to distract me. What’s going on?”

You take a sip of your soda water, stalling. The bubbles sting your throat as you fiddle with the edge of your phone. “Okay, I’m gonna tell you, but you can’t freak out. No squealing, no ‘go for it,’ and absolutely no ‘fuck him.’” You point at her for emphasis. “Swear it.”

Lyla raises her hands in mock surrender. “Fine. But you’re no fun.”

“I’m serious.”

“I gathered that,” she says, leaning forward, elbows on the marble counter, chin propped on her hands. “Alright, spill it. Therapist Lyla is in session.”

You groan. “God, you’re annoying.” But the laugh fades as the memory of last night creeps in. “We were at the park with Theo and everything was fine. He even came with me to Jason’s because we were running late. Then we went back to my place, and I just… lost it. Told him everything about Jason.” You pause, biting your lip. “Probably should’ve kept it to myself, but I was frustrated. And then while I’m sad he kissed me. He appologized, I said it was ok, we had dinner and things seemed normal.”

Lyla’s eyes go wide. She stands up slowly, silent, though you can practically hear the thoughts screaming behind her expression.

You keep talking before she explodes. “And I don’t know. I like Noah. There’s something there. He’s good with Theo and she lights up around him. But I’m scared. If I bring him in as more than a friend and it doesn’t work out, it’s not just me who gets hurt. It’s another man walking out of Theo’s life.”

Lyla exhales, her teasing gone. “You’re protecting her,” she says softly. “But you’re allowed to want something for yourself too.”

You shrug, eyes fixed on the bubbles fizzing in your glass. “Yeah, I just… I don’t want her to think people leave when they love her.”

Lyla reaches across the counter and nudges your hand, her bracelets clinking softly. “Noah’s showing up for you, for both of you. Take it slow. See what happens.”

You smile faintly, her words settling somewhere deep. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Maybe.” You exhale, staring at the bubbles fizzing in your glass. “I texted him this morning, and he still hasn’t replied. I keep wondering if he feels weird.”

Lyla shrugs, grabbing a cracker from the board. “Sounds like you two need to talk it out. Me? I’m not afraid to call people’s phones or double, triple‑text until they cave.” She laughs, crumbs scattering. “Text him again tonight. If he doesn’t answer, we’ll egg his house.”

You raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Yeah, because nothing says reconciliation like vandalism.”

“Exactly,” she says, deadpan. “Modern love.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Lyla slides the charcuterie board toward you, the shark‑shaped outline still ridiculous and perfect. “Eat the shark before I get upset,” she says. “Forget about Noah for now.”

You pick up a piece of cheese, the tension easing just a little. “Fine,” you say, popping it into your mouth. “Ok, this is good.”

She nods, “Duh, I made it with spite.”

You curl up on the couch, blanket pulled to your chest. The house feels too quiet without your mini‑me tearing through it.

You reach for your purse draped over the armrest and dig until your fingers find your phone. The screen lights up, harsh against the dim room. You open your messages with Noah and stare at the blinking cursor.

Hey, haven’t heard from you. - No, too needy.

How are you? - Basic, don’t say that.

Noah, what the fuck. - Way too aggressive.

Hey, I just wanted to make sure everything is okay with us.

You stare at it, hating every word. But if you think about it any longer, you’ll throw your phone across the living room because why would you have stable thoughts right now? You didn’t want to lose Noah, not again.

You press send. Fuck it.

Your phone dings, and your stomach flips. At least Noah was quick this time.

You stare at the screen, rereading his reply like it might change if you blink hard enough. Busy day. That’s all he says before asking to meet at the coffee shop. No emoji, no warmth, just words that feel careful.

9?

Sure. He responds.

You sink back onto the couch. The quiet presses in, heavily. You scroll up through your messages, there are tons of laughs, inside jokes, and now this. Sure.

You toss your phone onto the cushion beside you, rubbing your temples. “Sure,” you mutter under your breath. “That’s basically the kiss of death.”

The clock ticks louder than usual. You try to focus on the TV, but the sound feels hollow. You think about the way he looked at you last night; how his hand lingered on your leg, how his kiss felt like something he didn’t mean to do but couldn’t stop himself from doing.

Maybe that’s what tomorrow is, a conversation about mistakes.

You pull the blanket tighter, staring at the ceiling. “Don’t spiral,” you whisper to yourself. “It’s just coffee.”

She froze the second she heard Noah laughing behind you. Her expression shifted instantly, mischief flooding her body. Before you could blink, she spun around, sprinted to him, and launched herself into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a dramatic chokehold.

“Don’t laugh at me!” she declared, burying her face in his shoulder and squeezing like she meant to fuse herself to him.

Noah wheezed out a laugh, arms instinctively circling her. “Okay, okay! I surrender.”

She loosens her arms from around his neck and leans back, studying him with that serious little face she gets when she’s about to ask something important.

“Noah?” she says, head tilted.

“Yeah?” He braces himself, eyebrows lifting like he’s preparing for a pop quiz only Theo could invent.

“Why do you always wear black?”

You can’t help the snort that escapes you. You settle beside them again, plucking a daisy from the grass and tucking it into Theo’s dark curls as you wait for his answer.

Noah presses a hand to his chest dramatically. “Always wear black? Wow. Calling me out.” Then he softens. “I wear black because I like it. Kind of like how you always wear green.”

Theo blinks. “But my eyes are green. That’s why I wear green. It makes my eyes look pretty. Mommy always says that.”

She plops herself right between you both again, satisfied with her logic.

You pull her into your lap, kissing her temple as she settles against you. “Black makes Noah’s brown eyes look pretty too,” you say, glancing at him.

Noah’s ears go pink immediately. He tries to play it cool but fails and gives a tiny shrug.

“Well… if the expert says so,” he murmurs, smiling at both of you

You check the time on your phone and your stomach sinks. You’d stayed way longer than planned long enough that the sun had shifted and the air had cooled around you.

“We’ve gotta get going,” you say softly, hating the words even as you say them. “Your dad’s expecting us.”

Theo’s face crumples instantly. “I don’t want to go there!” she fusses, voice cracking. “I wanna stay with you!” Her big green eyes fill so fast it knocks the breath out of you.

“Theo, we have to go. We’re already gonna be late.” You stand and lift her onto your hip, trying to soothe her, but she’s already spiraling. “We have to drop Noah off at his car, baby. Please don’t do this right now.”

She kicks and screams. You tighten your hold, but she’s wiggling like she’s trying to escape the whole situation, not just your arms.

“I don’t want to!” she sobs, twisting hard enough that you nearly lose your grip.

Before panic can spike, Noah steps in, quickly. He catches her mid‑wiggle, scooping her safely into his arms like he’s done it a hundred times.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs, holding her close against his chest. “It’s okay.” His hand rubs slow circles up and down her back, his voice dropping to that soft, tone he only uses with her. “It’s just for two nights. Then you’ll be with Mommy again.”

Her screams taper into hiccups and shaky breaths against his shoulder.

You exhale shakily. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. “I have to text him. We’re definitely gonna be late.”

Noah helps Theo into her seat, buckling her in with gentle hands. He brushes her cheek with his thumb, wiping the last tear before it falls.

“It’s only two days,” he reminds her quietly.

Theo sniffles but settles, eyes heavy and sad but no longer frantic. Noah closes her door and slips into the passenger seat, glancing at you with that calm, steady presence he carries like second nature.

“I can go with you,” he says, “So you’re not late. It’s not a big deal if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t want to put you through that drama.” You sigh, “it’s always something.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

And somehow, in the middle of the chaos, that simple offer feels like somewhat of a reminder that you don’t have to do everything alone.

You hated this part, the goodbyes, the awkward exchanges, the way every drop‑off felt like reopening a wound that never quite healed. Pulling into Jason’s driveway always made your stomach twist. You’d think after all this time it would get easier, but it never did.

Theo was asleep when you parked. You slipped out of the car quietly, opening her door and unbuckling her with care. Out of the corner of your eye, Jason stood near the porch, arms crossed, expression already sour. Same as always.

You lifted Theo into your arms, her head heavy against your shoulder. She stirred as you passed her to Jason, blinking herself awake just enough to realize what was happening. Her little hands reached back toward you, fingers grasping at air.

You took her back for a moment, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her forehead. “I love you, baby. You’re gonna have fun, okay?”

She pouted, eyes glassy, the beginnings of tears trembling at her lashes. Jason reached for her again, muttering something under his breath, but Theo froze halfway to him, her tiny body stiffening as realization hit.

Her gaze darted to the car. “Wait,” she whispered, then louder, desperate. “I didn’t get to say goodbye!”

Jason sighed, already impatient. “Theo—”

“I wanna say goodbye to Noah!” she cried, voice breaking as she yanked her hand free.

You felt the ache bloom in your chest. “Okay, okay,” you soothed, reaching for her hand. “Come on.”

Jason followed, irritation radiating off him. You leaned toward the car window. “She wants to say goodbye,” you said softly.

Noah nodded, already opening the door. “Okay, I’m coming.”

He stepped out, crouching down to Theo’s level, arms open. The moment she saw him, her tears vanished. She ran straight into his hug, clinging to him like she’d been waiting all day for it.

Jason stood behind you, jaw tight, but you barely noticed. Watching Theo melt into Noah’s arms, safe, happy, and loved, made everything else fade.

You silently wondered if she wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to say goodbye.

Noah followed you into the house, closing the door softly behind him. You dropped your bag by the door and went straight for the kitchen, the sound of your keys hitting the counter sharper than you meant. The fridge door swung open, light spilling across your tired face as you grabbed a soda, anything to keep your hands busy, your nerves from unraveling.

Noah lingered near the doorway, watching you with quiet concern. You could feel his eyes on you, and it made your chest tighten.

“What?” you snapped, half‑defensive, half‑exhausted. “It’s a soda, not a beer. I mean, I could really go for a beer, but that’s basically asking for jail time.” You tried to laugh, but it came out weak.

He smiled faintly, leaning against the wall. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You popped the can open, the fizz breaking the silence. “Absolutely not,” you said, brushing past him toward the living room. “It’s just… I don’t know. He gives me anxiety. I hate leaving Theo there.”

You flopped onto the couch, kicking your feet up on the coffee table; something Theo would’ve scolded you for.

“I couldn’t imagine why,” Noah said dryly, settling beside you. “Jason seems charming.”

You snorted. “He’s a piece of shit. He treats Theo like she’s a burden.” You leaned your head back, staring at the ceiling. “He has a sixteen‑year‑old, did I tell you that?”

Noah frowned. “No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah. I mean, I knew he had a kid when we got together, but he barely saw him. Something about the mom being crazy. I was young and I didn’t get it. I thought she was keeping his kid away.” You turned your head toward Noah, gauging his reaction. He didn’t interrupt, just listened, eyes steady on you.

“He was so happy when we found out I was pregnant. We had the house, the stability… I thought we were solid. Then Theo was born, and a year later he wanted a divorce.”

Noah’s hand found your leg, gently grounding you. His thumb brushed against your knee, a small reassurance that he was there, that he was listening.

“It didn’t come out of nowhere,” you continued, voice cracking. “He was having an affair with his first kid’s mom. While I was pregnant.” You bit your lip, shaking your head. “And that was that. He gave me full custody. Sees Theo once or twice a month. I wish I could just… take her away from him. She hates going there, and I don’t think he even wants her.”

You exhaled, the words spilling faster now. “Now they get to play happy family while pretending Theo doesn’t exist. And it kills me, because she’s amazing. She deserves love. She deserves a dad who shows up, who takes her on father‑daughter dates, who threatens her future boyfriends just to embarrass her. What if she never gets that?”

The room went quiet. Noah’s hand tightened slightly on your leg, his eyes soft but burning with something deeper, something he couldn’t name.

“She’s got you,” he said finally. “And that’s already more than most kids get.”

You looked up, meeting his gaze. The air between you shifted emotionally charged.

Before you could speak, Noah leaned in. It wasn’t planned and it wasn’t careful. For a moment, neither of you moves. The kiss is soft, almost startled, like he didn’t mean to do it until it was already happening. His hand still rests on your leg, his thumb frozen mid‑motion.

You don’t pull away at first. The shock hits a second later, a rush of confusion. When he finally breaks the kiss, he’s close enough that you can feel the worry in his exhale.

Noah’s eyes search yours. “I…” he starts, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You blink, still trying to find words. “No, it’s… it’s okay,” you whisper, though you’re not sure if it is.

He runs a hand through his hair, the guilt already written across his face. “I just…seeing you like that, talking about everything you’ve been through… I wanted to make it better. I didn’t think, I wanted to fix it.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding. “You can’t fix it,” you say quietly. “But you being here helps.” You lightly smile. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

“Hey, wait for me!” you call after Theo, who’s already a blur of motion across the grass. You shake your head, half‑disapproving, half‑amused, and take off after her. Having a toddler was not for the weak.

“Theodora, get your butt over here!”

She skids to a stop, guilt and mischief wrestling on her face. “Hurry up, you’re slow, Mommy!” she cackles, sprinting back to grab your hand and tug you forward. “I see No‑uh!”

You snort at her pronunciation. Noah’s going to love that one. You let her hand slip free, watching as she barrels toward the man in all black waiting by the bench, his grin widening as Theo races into his orbit.

You watch as Noah bends down to meet her, palm outstretched. Theo slaps his hand with a high‑five, laughter bursting out of her as she bounces on her toes, still clutching his fingers like she’s found a new best friend.

A smile tugs at your lips as you walk up to them. “Hey!” you greet, giving Noah a quick side hug before dropping your bag onto the bench. You glance between the two, their energy contagious.

“So, what’s first? Swings? Slide? Or should we make Noah play tag with us?” you tease.

Theo claps her hands, eyes sparkling. “Tag! And Noah’s it!”

Noah’s eyes widen in horror. “I haven’t run in a million years,” he groans dramatically, clutching his chest. Then he grins. “But for you two, I’ll risk it.”

You laugh, already backing away. “Count to five, old man, we need a head start!”

He squints at you, pretending to take offense. “Old man? You’re gonna regret that.”

Theo squeals and grabs your hand, pulling you toward the swings as Noah starts counting, very loudly and way too slowly. “One… two… three…”

“Run!” you whisper, and the two of you take off across the grass, laughter spilling behind you.

Theo’s ponytail bounces wildly as she shrieks, “He’s coming!”

Noah’s voice booms from behind. “Four… five…ready or not!”

You glance back just in time to see him sprinting after you, all long strides and exaggerated effort. Theo lets go of your hand and darts toward the slide, giggling so hard she can barely keep her balance.

Noah catches up, tagging you lightly on the shoulder. “Gotcha!” he says, breathless but triumphant.

You gasp, outraged. “You went for me instead of the kid?”

He grins. “YOU called me old and she’s too fast.”

Theo collapses into the grass, laughing so hard she can’t speak. You join her, both of you breathless, while Noah stands over you, hands on his knees, pretending he’s about to pass out.

“Theo,” you pant, turning your head toward her. “I think Noah and Mom are officially out of shape.”

She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Ugh, fine.”

Theo pops up from the grass and toddles over to Noah. For a moment, she looks up at him, words caught behind her shy smile. Her fingers twist in the hem of her shirt before she glances back at you, eyes wide and hopeful. You nod, giving her silent encouragement.

Noah catches the exchange, his grin softening into something warm and knowing.

“No‑uhhhhhh,” she says, dragging his name out like it’s a song. “Will you go with me to the slide, please? It’s really big, and I’m very small.”

His laugh rumbles, low and easy. He glances at the slide, then back down at Theo. “I think I can help you with that,” he says, smiling before turning to you. “Come on, Mom, we’ve got a slide to conquer.”

Theo beams, her shyness melting away as she lightly skips beside him, her tiny hand swinging in his. Noah tries to mimic her bounce, but his exaggerated steps make her giggle even harder.

You pull out your phone, snapping a few quick photos, the mismatched duo, her bright energy against his all‑black outfit. You’d tease him about it later, maybe send one with a caption like ‘Park day fashion icon.’

At the base of the slide, Theo looks up, eyes wide with awe. “It’s so tall!” she whispers.

Noah crouches beside her, pretending to measure the height with his hand. “Hmm… definitely a mountain. We’ll need teamwork.”

Theo nods, gripping his hand tighter. “I’m gonna sit on your lap, but you have to hold me, okay?”

He laughs softly. “Okay, brave girl. Deal.”

“Promise you won’t let me fall?” she asks, her voice small but serious.

Noah nods, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She studies him for a moment, brows furrowed. “Pinky promise?”

Noah chuckles, looping his pinky around hers. “Pinky promise.”

When they finally whoosh down together, Theo’s squeal of thrill fills the air, and Noah’s grin is pure joy. Your heart? Melting.

They hit the bottom with a soft thud, Theo tumbling back into his chest. Noah laughs, steadying her with both hands. “You okay, kiddo?”

Theo nods, breathless and beaming. “That was so fast!” She throws her arms around his neck, still giggling.

He looks up at you, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, and that same grin lingering. “We survived the mountain,” he says.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Barely.”

Theo’s laughter bubbles up again, echoing through the park. “Again!” she demands, already scrambling to her feet.

Noah groans dramatically, rubbing his back. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You snap another photo of the two of them framed in sunlight, her tiny hand tugging him toward the ladder, his expression somewhere between exhaustion and adoration.

“One more time!” you call up to the two. “Then we’re heading home for dinner, it’s movie night!” you remind Theo.

She peers down from the top of the slide, eyes glinting with challenge. “I’ll go if No‑uh goes!”

Noah tilts his head, glancing at you with mock uncertainty. You smirk, rolling your eyes. “Aren’t you tired of Noah? He stinks.”

Theo gasps, “Mommy! He’s my friend. Don’t say that!”

Noah grins, playing along. “Yeah, Mom.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Fine. Noah can come if he wants to. Now get down that slide, I’m starving!”

Theo squeals with delight, tugging Noah toward the top again while he groans dramatically. “You’re lucky I like movie nights,” he calls back, and you can’t help smiling. 24 hours was all it took for you to grow attached to Noah again.

Noah freezes mid‑bite, turning dramatically toward Theo. “Did you just flick a booger at me?”

Theo bursts into giggles on the other side of the couch. “It was an olive!” she insists, holding up her plate like evidence. “See? Pizza!”

You shake your head, trying not to laugh. “Can you throw your olive in the trash, please? I don’t think we’ll enjoy stepping on it later.”

Noah sets his plate on the coffee table beside yours and picks up the rogue olive, holding it between his fingers like it’s the grossest thing he’s ever touched. “Here you go, trouble,” he says, handing it back to her with caution.

Theo snatches it and scurries off toward the kitchen, her laughter echoing down the hall.

You glance at Noah, smiling. “Thanks for hanging out with us all day. It’s been really nice.”

He leans back against the couch, stretching his arms along the cushions. “You two are chaos in the best way.” His grin softens. “She’s a funny kid…and you? You’re still pretty awesome.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can tell Theo really enjoys your company. She’s usually pretty skeptical. It’s nice seeing her open up like this; it’s not normal for her. You must have good energy.”

Noah tilts his head, thoughtful. “She’s a mini you,” he says quietly. “Same spark, same stubborn streak. Hard not to like that.”

Your smile falters for just a second, caught off guard by the sincerity, but before you can respond, Theo’s voice rings out from the kitchen, “I threw it away!”

Noah chuckles, eyes still on you. “Teamwork.”

The way he says it makes your heart skip a beat like he’s telling you more than what he’s saying.

“Let’s watch Beauty and The Beast, mommy.” Theo squeezes in between you and Noah. “I like that movie a lot.”

You tilt your head to the side, eyes falling dramatically on Theo. “Babe, we just watched that one like two days ago. Maybe we can choose a family movie, not a princess movie.”

She sighs, “Fine,” and hands the remote to you.

You glance at your phone. With all the excitement she’d had today, you knew she’d be out like a light soon enough. Theo snuggles into your side, her little hand resting on your arm, and within fifteen minutes, soft snores fill the space between you.

You smile down at her. “I’m gonna get her in bed… give me ten minutes, and I’ll be back,” you whisper to Noah.

He nods, the corners of his mouth lifting in quiet understanding. As soon as you disappear down the hall, he starts gathering his things, very slowly, almost reluctantly. He knows the night’s winding down, but he’s not ready for it to end.

He’s bummed, to say the least. Spending the day with you and Theo felt right, like he’d stumbled into the kind of family he’d been missing his whole life. The way you two fell back into rhythm, not quite friends, not quite lovers, but something unspoken between the two of you.

When you return, you catch him slipping his jacket on. “Are you leaving?” you ask softly, trying to keep the sadness from your voice.

He pauses, glancing up at you. “I should probably go,” he says, though his tone betrays him. It’s gentle, hesitant, like he’s hoping you’ll give him a reason to stay.

So you do.

“Oh, okay,” you say, settling back on the couch. “I was just gonna watch that new horror flick that came out yesterday. It’s probably gonna be cheesy, but I wouldn’t mind having company… you know, just in case one of the demons decides to crawl out of the screen.” You grin, trying to sound casual, though your heart’s doing little flips.

Noah laughs, the sound warm and easy. “I’m glad you asked. I’d like that,” he says, peeling off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. Before you can respond, he practically cannonballs onto the couch beside you, making the cushions bounce. You laugh, shaking your head.

“You’re ridiculous,” you tease.

“Ridiculously brave,” he counters, grabbing a throw pillow like it’s a shield. “I’ll protect you from any screen demons.”

You sit cross‑legged, trying to keep your cool, even though part of you wants to lean into him, just a little. Noah has that effect; he makes everything lighter, easier, and just like that, the world shrinks down to the space between you and the glow of the TV.

And for the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to breathe into the moment.