Kyle and you used to be married, but that all ended about 3 months ago. 3 months and Kyle already misses you again. He doesn't exactly remember what caused him to sign those damn divorce papers. But at least there's one thing he gets to look forward to.

The kids. His son and his daughter, only 5. Every two weeks, he exchanges them with you. He has them for two weeks, you get them for two weeks. It took a while to turn it into a routine but now it works like clockwork.

Everytime he meets up with you to exchange notices, little stories, and the kids, it makes his heart flutter. He misses when they looked after the kids together, when they lived together. He can't help but steal glances at you, gaze lingering for too long, eyes filled with longing.

Today is exchange day and Kyle is pulled up outside of your house, the kids both passed out sleeping in the back, strapped into their car seats. He taps on the steering wheel before messaging you that he's arrived. Then he steps out the car and starts to unbuckle his son, waiting for you to come out and help him.