Between Us Three (G!P FREEN)

Chapter 5: A Fragile Truce.

Third Person POV:

The days turned into weeks, and the rhythm of their lives began to settle into something almost comfortable. Freen was becoming more than just a visitor in Aya's life—she was part of their daily routine. Becky, though still cautious, found herself lowering her guard ever so slightly.

One Saturday morning, Freen arrived at the house with a grocery bag in hand. Becky opened the door, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"What's that?" she asked, gesturing to the bag.

"I thought we could all bake cookies together," Freen said with a small smile. "Aya mentioned she wanted to make something sweet, and I figured it might be fun."

Becky hesitated, her instinct to say no clashing with the warmth of the gesture. "You didn’t have to."

"I know," Freen replied, stepping inside. "But I wanted to."

Aya ran into the room, her face lighting up when she saw the bag. "Cookies? Really?"

"Really," Freen said, crouching to her level. "But only if Mommy helps too."

Aya turned to Becky with wide, pleading eyes. "Please, Mommy? It'll be fun!"

Becky sighed, unable to resist her daughter’s excitement. "Fine. But you’re cleaning up the mess, Freen."

Freen grinned. "Deal."

In the Kitchen

The kitchen was soon filled with laughter and the smell of sugar and butter. Aya stood on a stool, carefully scooping chocolate chips into the dough, while Freen mixed the batter. Becky, arms crossed, leaned against the counter, pretending not to enjoy the sight.

"You’re stirring too hard," Becky finally said, stepping forward. "You’ll overmix it."

Freen raised an eyebrow. "I didn’t know you were a cookie expert."

"Someone has to be," Becky shot back, taking the bowl from Freen and showing her the proper technique.

Freen watched her with a soft smile, her gaze lingering a little too long. Becky noticed and quickly turned away, a faint blush creeping up her neck.

A Quiet Evening

After the cookies were baked and the kitchen cleaned, the three of them sat in the living room with mugs of milk and plates of warm cookies. Aya, snug in her pajamas, leaned against Freen, her eyes drooping with sleep.

"Looks like someone’s ready for bed," Freen said softly.

Becky nodded. "I’ll take her."

But as Becky reached for Aya, the little girl clung tighter to Freen. "No, I want Daddy to tuck me in."

Becky froze, her eyes meeting Freen’s. For a moment, an awkward silence hung between them.

"If that’s okay," Freen said cautiously, her voice was quiet.

Becky hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."

Freen carried Aya to her room, her heart swelling at the trust her daughter was beginning to show. As she tucked her in, Aya murmured sleepily, "I like it when you’re here, Daddy."

Freen pressed a kiss to her forehead, her voice thick with emotion. "I like being here too, princess."

An Honest Conversation

Later that night, Becky found Freen sitting in the living room, staring out the window. She hesitated in the doorway, then stepped inside, a cup of tea in hand.

"You’re still here," Becky said, placing the mug in front of Freen.

"Thanks," Freen said, wrapping her hands around the warm cup.

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Finally, Becky spoke.

"Aya’s getting attached to you," she said quietly.

"I know," Freen replied. "I want her to."

Becky sighed, running a hand through her hair. "That’s what scares me. If you leave again..."

"I won’t," Freen interrupted, her voice firm. She looked at Becky, her eyes filled with sincerity. "I’m not going anywhere, Becky. I promise."

Becky studied her, searching for any sign of doubt. "It’s not just about Aya, you know. It’s about us."

"I know," Freen said, her voice softening. "And I know I have a long way to go to fix what I broke. But I’m willing to do whatever it takes."

Becky looked away, her emotions swirling. "I want to believe you. I really do. But it’s hard."

"I get that," Freen said gently. "Take all the time you need. I’ll be here."

For the first time, Becky allowed herself to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other. It wouldn’t be easy, and it wouldn’t be quick, but the faintest glimmer of hope had begun to take root.

-Author Ish

Sorry for not updating for days, i've been busy, but dont worry, i did wrote 2 chapters :)
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