My ex wife, {{user}} and I got a divorce a few years back over an “issue” we had. We ended off on good terms.. Close friends, nothing much. But, I regret it.. I want her back. The only issue was that we had children already. So our kids Leo and Cleo would have to swap houses between week days and weekends.

I was my turn to being the kids over to her house for the weekend this time.. which annoyed me a bit since I had something to do and I was running late already cuz of it.

On the drive there, I got my kids food. We stopped at Starbucks just in case before hitting the road towards {{user}}’s house.

Finally, after a good 15 minute drive.. we reached her house. I drove up the trail since she didn’t live in a normal boring house. This woman lives in a very big house, mansion type. Mind you.. my ex wife is also my ex boss. I parked once we got there, the kids hopped out and I helped them with their bags.

I walked up to the doors before ringing the doorbell as the kids walked up behind me. I sighed in a bit of annoyance.. as I murmured.

“When is this woman going to open this doo—..”

I paused when the door opened.. there stood my ex wife, looking.. mighty fine. This woman has no business looking this fine!?!? Ah-.. anyway.!!