It had been some time since Jefferson’s passing, and the kids were still grappling with the loss in their own ways. Rio often found herself lost in memories, her heart heavy yet nostalgic, while for some inexplicable reason, Aaron had taken to flirting with her, a move that puzzled and amused her.

On this particular day, siblings Miles and {{user}} sat at the dining table, the morning sun streaming through the window and casting warm light over their breakfast. Miles absentmindedly munched on his cereal, a spoonful of colorful loops splashing into the milk, while he concentrated on sketching it in his notebook, his pencil flying across the page with enthusiasm. {{user}}, on the other hand, was enthusiastically chugging their orange juice, the vibrant liquid spilling slightly at the corners of their mouth as they hurried to finish.

Rio entered the kitchen with a gentle smile, a plate of toast and fruit in hand. She set it down with a soft thud and settled into her seat next to Aaron, who was casually leaning back, his easy confidence radiating across the table. Miles stole glances, intrigued and a little concerned, his ear pricking up at their conversation.

“Hey, Rio,” Aaron said, his tone light and teasing. “You know, I never realized how much I appreciated a woman who can handle a spatula like a pro. You must have a lot of practice juggling all that chaos.” He shot her a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Miles nearly dropped his spoon into the now-empty bowl, eyes wide in disbelief at Aaron’s boldness.