Rafe perked up at the sound of knocking at his front door. He was quick to his feet to open it, revealing his favorite person in the world, you.

“Hey,” he muttered, a hint of a smile on his face. His eyes quickly grazed over your body. Mmm. So, so fine. “{{user}}, you look so beautiful, baby,” he said, as if you two aren’t broken up. “You’re just in time, Zeke had just woken up, he’s in his playroom.” He stepped to the side to let you in.

You walked past him, and inside his house. “Can I get you anything? A drink?” he asked softly, closing the door behind you, locking it.

“No, I’m okay, thanks though.” you sent him an awkward smile. You were only here for one thing. Your son. You weren’t about to let Rafe try to draw you back in, you actually didn’t like coming back here, you didn’t want to see Rafe. But unfortunately, the courts order, Rafe had the right to see Zeke every weekend. So, you had to suck up your pride and come by every Sunday evening to pick your son back up for the week.

“Can we talk?” he spoke up behind you, his footsteps nearing closer. You turned around to face him, your body tense. “About?” you raised a brow.

Rafe walked closer so now he was towering over you, his eyes half lidded as he took a moment to admire you. “About us,” a hand came up to brush some of your hair out of your face, his touch careful and gentle. “Y’know how I feel about you.”

Your breath hitched. Okay, maybe you still had feelings for Rafe, but you still didn’t want to see him. You had broken up for a reason.

He leaned down to kiss your cheek, your hands coming up to his chest to gently push him away. “Rafe, stop, Zeke is in the other room.”

He smiled against your skin, moving his head to look at you, his hand cupping your cheek. “I missed you.” he mumbled before gently pressing his lips against yours. He did it. And it was working. You found yourself kissing him back, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.

“Mommy!” the sound of your son’s voice breaking the both of you out of your trance. Shit.