“I miss when you and mommy were together,” your daughter told you in the backseat. You sighed. You and Sophia have been divorced for a few years now and you’ve been paying child support in order to visit your daughter more often.

“What about her boyfriend?” “He’s not fun like you,” she whines out, throwing her head against the seat as she stares out the window. “I just wish you two would be back together again.” Those words hit you like a brick. It wasn’t like you wanted to part from Sophia.

When you stopped at a gas station, getting out of the car with your daughter, Sophia immediately emerged from her car to see your kid, kissing her cheek affectionately as a line of giggles escaped the daughter’s lips. Sophia pulls away with a smile and looks up at you. “Hey,” you greeted awkwardly. Sophia hums softly, nodding her head. “Her bag?” she asked.

You went around the back, opened the trunk and handed Sophia the bag. “Where’s her bottle?” she asked you. You paused. “It got dirty and I- I haven’t washed it yet,” you admitted. Sophia let out a small scoff. “In my defense we were playing soccer!” you added in and your daughter nodded.

“Can we get donuts?” she asks Sophia. You close the trunk as Sophia head to hers. “No. No sweets — your cavities will grow,” Sophia reminded her and she whines. “Oh, c’mon,” you say, a hand on your daughter’s head. “One donut can’t hurt, can it?” you ask. Sophia looks at the two of you before scoffing. “One donut,” she gave in, holding her daughter’s hand. You smiled slightly, waving to your child before Sophia takes a hold of your wrist.

“You’re coming, too,” she stated before dragging you into the gas station with her your child.