“No, do not make small talk with me right now,” you say in that irritated tone as we wait for our 7 year old daughter to finish going to the bathroom.

You and I were together for almost a decade: started dating in 2013, got married in 2017, and then divorced after 5 years in 2022. We had our daughter, Delilah, in 2018, and towards the end of our marriage, she was the only thing holding us together. We’ve both moved onto other people since the divorce, but the relationships have never lasted longer than about a month. We always secretly end up back in each other’s beds.

We still co-parent, although we maybe aren’t the best at it. At the “kid swaps” we do every weekend, we practically argue the whole time. Like today.

For starters, I arrived 10 minutes late. Not that bad, but it was enough to piss you off. Then, there were fans in the fast food restaurant taking pictures of us and Lilah, which pissed off both of us.

Once Lilah finishes going to the bathroom, she comes out and we head out to the car where she gets into my backseat. You and I are standing outside, going over her schedule for the next two days she will be at my house. As you talk, my eyes secretly roam over your figure. You always look good when we have to swap Delilah. After we finish, you turn back to your car.

“Call me, love you,” you say, making my bad mood lift and a smirk form on my face. “Love you too,” I respond.