I'd Like That

VIVIENNE

“What’s up, guys?” Ezekiel arrived a little later, arms full of food—pizza, fries, and pints of ice cream in different flavors. The kids’ eyes lit up as soon as they saw him.

Ezekiel and I exchanged smiles.

"Dad brought pizza!" Vera cheered, jumping up and down.

Vince grinned, trying to act cool, but I could see how happy he was too.

"What flavors did you bring?" he asked, eyeing the ice cream.

"Let’s see," Ezekiel said, placing everything on the kitchen counter. "We’ve got chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. Everyone’s favorites."

The kids immediately started grabbing plates and bowls, excited to dig in. I glanced at Ezekiel, and our eyes met for a brief moment.

There was something unspoken between us as if we both knew that what we were doing now was just... casual. Just flings, as I had said. Even though we didn’t say anything, I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

As the kids settled down with their food, we all moved to the theater room to watch a movie. Vince